It’s nearly noon on a quiet Sunday
and I haven’t yet had my usual say
because it is on these type of days
when my muddled mind is in a haze,
when the word lazy comes to mind
and pithy thoughts are hard to find
I let empty cloud thoughts form
as the failed fleeting quiet morn
begins to fade into a sunny noon
and if I keep this going, surely soon
there’ll be a thought or two to arise
beyond the missing of today’s sunrise
and all the colors of the early morning
when a day in infancy is still forming,
and my best thoughts are known to arrive
because I feel everything and I’m more alive
when It’s early morn, and not nearly noon
no matter how I slow it down, it arrives soon,
when it’s too late for a wise thought or two
and so with these rhymes I’ll entertain you,
and you don’t have to think hard or very much
about what it means, as I’m just staying in touch….
We should live life as optimists
knowing the sun will rise again in the morning
for if it didn’t, who will ever care?
So rise, knowing you are blessed
with life which brings us our tomorrow’s
shepherded by our Angel of Today in
her enveloping wings into a future
unknowable, unseeable and possibly even
unfathomable…
Everyone believes they have a destiny
as if faith of the future is enough, when
it is what we work for which matters and
shapes our future, it is a matter of
life preparations, of life-entangling
experiences, and a dollop of random which
shape our destiny, and all we must do
is live as an optimist would, preparing
for our tomorrows, trusting our Angel of Today…
Sometimes unrelated things inform
on the other, creating a symbiosis of value
more than the remora knowing
its usefulness to the great white
rather, like a flower cultivated for
its beauty, could only exist for the
expressions of love we value to share,
to achieve a symbiosis of hearts,
and so beauty begets beauty, and
heart’s experience of joy ensures
the future of both, as life is given
in for love, and love gives life to
the flowering future, and we
see in the art of words, and valued
visual experience we are informed
of beauty, and thus the future of life,
and with these symbols, with beauty,
we can grow and evolve to a more
beautifully cultivated humanity.
Every birth is a miracle, for we are
all here against all odds.
A billion chances must align for
our identity to be written in the stars.
A million more must align for a last
gasp of science in conception of beauty.
A thousand more give your mother the
strength to bring life to you, despite all odds.
And yet here you are! A beautiful miracle
in which there is proof that love prevails,
that God wishes for you to have your
chance to change the world for the better
against all odds!
Happy Birthday Alayah – 27 July 2024!
Congratulations Julie and Abe!
And how could I not?
When the sun is so hot
and the moon so cold
and the earth so old
and we are so young
here in our time, among
each other, to share this life
on the sharp-edge of a knife,
in a world of climate-brittle
where it seems so very little
we can do, but to live
fully and share and give
love, as we all pray for that
rabbit to be pulled from a hat.
Yes, I believe in magic
For I’ve seen chains unchained
and yet those lives unchanged.
I’ve seen failures redeemed
by luck, and then the esteemed
recipient be hailed as a hero
even if mad as the fiddler Nero.
And thus, a neat trick of fortune
creates a sort of wicked torsion
on the crowd-thinking masses
and they believe this luck passes
for magic, or divine intercession
leading to red-hatted accession
like the woman sawed-in-two
magically rejoined for all of you.
The American way is for democracy to prevail at the ballot box, not with the violence of assassination. Yes, I have said and believe, that Trump is a threat to our democratic traditions of peaceful transitions of power. True, his rhetoric has been too much like the fascists of history, but he must be defeated at the ballot box, not in the way this idiot attempted to end his candidacy last night. Ironically the assassin may well change history in an unintended way by easing Trumps path to the presidency. I am appalled that this occurred, it is not who we aspire to be, and pray it is not who we are becoming.
Let us focus on the issues, the policies, our democratic traditions, not inflammatory rhetoric, and certainly not violence in our very critical election this November. Thoughtful consideration is going to be needed in the coming months, as I anticipate a period of escalation of emotions and reaction and counter-reaction, but hope and pray for a period of calm resolute americanism.
Summer cold gets in the way
of my thoughts, and what to say,
with the coughing and rattling
deep in my chest causing addling
of my mind and loss of the rhyme
when it comes to this next line
and freaking thoughts won’t hold
on this poem, nor a brain fold
which used to work well, before
a summer cold came to my door.
Old men hanging on to the past
trying to make glory and fame last.
Phantom ideas, words hard to find
confusion and retribution in mind.
Grievances and fears are being sold
along with tennis shoes of gilded gold.
Stumbling remnants of poisoned populism;
in debate sounded like a bad case of botulism.
We know about the stories and lies
we know of corporate greed and ties
of influence money ugly and dark
of dangers presently near and stark.
And so here’s the choice, Hell No
versus sad alternative of Oh No!
Of all the occupations I’ve known
and titles important I’ve owned
none have given me as great a pleasure
nor made me worry if I would measure
to the example my own father has given
and thus be worthy of this title, I’ve striven!
Happy Dad’s Day to all of you who understand
the measure!