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Did you watch last night’s episode?

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I remember that it was common to talk about the last episode of the popular television show the next morning around the coffee pot, or amongst friends.  That just doesn’t occur anymore.  There is no proverbial water cooler, nor community coffee pot, nor for that matter episodes to discuss.  Rather we stream, so we talk the merits of one series over another, and what season are you up to?   Maybe Game of Thrones was the last of an era of episodically watched shows?  And it jumped the shark too!
When was the last time you said, did you watch last night’s episode?

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Happy Super Bowl Sunday! – Monday’s Reaction

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Yes the last year has been full of drama, full of surprises, full of challenges!  But today is Super Bowl Sunday, and it is the strangest ever as the crowds will be smaller, but still loud!  The hometown team for the first time playing at home in the Super Bowl.  The Greatest Of All Time up against the Kid that will become the Next GOAT!   Exciting, fun, and something rare and new.

My prediction:  Bucs win over the Chiefs by a score of 27 to 24.  And surprisingly with all the talk of offensive prowess, the defense will play a critical role.  The Buccaneers defense has been playing ever better and they will find a way to slow down the Chiefs potent offensive weapons, and give TOM BRADY enough field time to move the ball and score points.

Close game, but a Bucs Win!

MONDAY:   I was so wrong… not a close game… because great defense by the Bucs, and for that I was right,  defense played the critical role.  They more than slowed the Chiefs, they held them to just 3 field goals!  Todd Bowles (Bucs Defensive Coordinator) is amazing!  And Tom Brady wins his 5th Super Bowl MVP… Wow! 

Bucs win: 31 to 9 

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Waiting to be Found

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Waiting to be Found

How many children are like spare change
Lost wherever guardians rested
Valued only when someone digs deep
Between the cushions of safety and horrors
Of cough drops, tissues, decaying food
Of violence and poverty and pain
To be found and pulled from oblivion
And with a bit of shine, to be a value
To be exchanged for sweetness 
Of ideas of survival, of nobleness 
Of humanity and inspiration 
For those of us who never 
Knew the pangs of being lost

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The Morning Commute

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The Morning Commute

Each morning they make the commute
From nesting lands toward the rising sun
Shining in their eyes and warming
Thousands of them
With their squeaks and squawks
Each and all protesting the commute
Or sharing their thoughts on breakfast
As part of their morning ritual
Only to do it all over again in reverse
Toward a setting sun
With the glory of a day being done
Still protesting their commute
Or telling of the day’s wins
As they squeak and squawk their way home
Just to do it all again, tomorrow.

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Lady Time

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Lady Time

The sinews of life can seem brittle
And Time she is short and maybe a little

Annoyed with those of us
Who curry favor and fuss

About getting somewhere, being done
That we fail to appreciate, while on a run

That we are using her up, willing her speed
Until we no longer have this very need

And we find our place on the porch
Telling stories of carrying the torch

The chair cackling laughter in rhythm time
At our desires to slow, and pace our mind

So, she may choose to be a little unkind
If we have asked too much of Lady Time

 

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Our New Day

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Our New Day

Yesterday, my spirit was lifted
Not only by a leader
Not by the words said
Not by the glorious hope of a poet
Not by humanity we should expect of politicians
But rather the strength of our institutions
The strength of We the People
Whose will was not denied
Whose fair and wise voice
Was heard in the halls of our Capitol
Over the stain of slander
Over the crimes of the misled
For we survived the test
For we are stronger and more resolved
And we will overcome
All challenges that stand in our way
We the American People
In our New Day

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Something New

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Something New

She gives a sideways glance
As she said, oh yes
To the inquiry of slumbering well

For that was then and this is now
The present and near future matter,
Not the transition to now

For the rest of sleep is a given
Unappreciated when young
But the moment of today is alive

Dreams are something of hope
Not things of memories
Easily forgotten in their purpose

Rather then the purpose of future
With the connections today
With the need of freshness

And so the question seemed
Ridiculous and obvious the
Answer, if one only knew

How to retain the view
And youthful purpose
Of every day is something new.

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Two is a graceful number…

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The Dance of Two (2)

One is so stiff and very formal
Thinking it is correct and normal

The other is just another one
Along because it might be fun

Together when the music plays
Something stirs in strange ways

And one and one becomes two
But not as simply me and you

It is a wholly a number of its own
With grace of a bow now shown

With not much more than a look
Reading each other like a book

Movement in synchronicity numerical pairing
While other less handsome digits are staring

At the beauty of the melodious dance of two
That’s more than just me plus you

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Dragon

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Dragon

A dragon can burn down the door
What box would hold, so we could ignore
Grand legends of the distant time
That play in present state of mind

No matter where we go
No matter what we know
The ever present dragon has a say
Over resolutions made today

Over lock and key
So we seek its polite consent
To slumber in quiet content
Behind lock and key