Inspiration lies
dormant,
banked in the ashes
of very old age
Needed is a spark
to ignite the fire
of my creativity
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Inspiration lies
dormant,
banked in the ashes
of very old age
Needed is a spark
to ignite the fire
of my creativity
My
arm around you,
a smile on your face
What better place
in this human race
To walk hand in hand
wherever life takes us
is a wonderful plan
for this earthly span
At day’s end, the pleasure
of
standing close together
viewing
the reds and golds
of a
glorious evening sky
The
dupes, the supremacists, the crazies
heard the wannabe despot’s call
to amass for a
bloody assault
on our sacred Congressional hall
Tear them apart in my name
was the traitorous message
creating a willing mob
with a murderous intent
A thin blue line of brave police
turned the violent, seditious horde
with a hero dying on this shameful day,
the price to save our democratic way
Pancakes with
butter
and maple syrup
began my day,
along with sausages
and two black coffees
For lunch I turned
to a hot dog
with American cheese
from
the Forest Pork Store
along with plain water
Home-made pizza
and a red wine
completed
my journey
with
a heavy price,
an added
pound of flesh
The
distant isle of Attu,
the
perfect place for you,
Donald
Wearing the ring
of a lonely king
Spending your long days
staring at the raging sea
Donald
Fondly remembering the brawl,
waiting for the comeback call
You had world-wide power
embarrassingly frittered away
Donald
Continuing to gloat,
I never lost the vote
(Reminiscent of Napoleon’s exile to
Elba,
This poem suggests the Isle of Attu,
the western-
most island of the Aleutian Islands
would be the perfect
place for Donald Trump’s post-awful
presidency. Fittingly,
Attu
is just 280 miles from Russia.)
One
day, I looked at Ginger
and
realized how happy she was,
full
of smiles, content, energy
very
much in love with me.
It
is against human nature
to
continue like that all the time.
Like
the weather around us,
there
are beautiful days
of
perfect temperature, soft sunshine
with
crisp clouds in azure skies
The
threatening storms
with
fierce winds
and
frightening lightning.
Are
bound to come
And
they do
And
they pass
How could you
not love an owl
unless you are
a tiny mouse
Those big round eyes
always scanning
for
a tasty meal;
Goodbye little mouse