there never has been,
warm fuzzies, with fluff up my nose,
Making me sneeze, spitting it out.
Peace, an absence of anything
With meaning and disagreement,
What platitudes and nonsense,
to think a piece of peace
displacing what came before
raging into a new form,
But a word is just a thought
in a form of comprehension
understanding not part of the deal.
Words against walls,
just like my back.
we will remember not the words of our enemies,
but the silence of our friends.”
Martin Luther King Jr
you can gain clarity,
and with clarity
conviction and true originality.”
plan A to be ignored.
Plan A stated for all
No Plan B ready for when we fall.
Plan A on record, only upon request.
Plan B never created when it might be best.
Plan A for the top dogs,
Plan C for the beleaguered
Plan D for the masses,
Final grade F.
of synapse collision
arms and legs out of synchronicity
every movement a strand
tangling with the next
to create a snarl
of a learning traffic jam
there is a pretend atmosphere.
Be generous, and be kind
This short time of giving
creates a falseness in the mind.
Just now for the boasting,
so that one can go a merry way.
“Look at me, what I did”
Appears to be the focus for this day.
If you can’t do it in routine,
why make big deal of it now?
Why act like every group cares
While those without continue to scrape and bow?
In the future
Do better for each and every day,
because most of it is simple
in allowing another to have a say.
(mom’s nativity set, painted in 1981, Topeka, KS)
two ringy, dingy
I’ll make a silly excuse for you.
One ringy, dingy
I hide behind my screen
so the two ringy, dingies
won’t have a thing to do.
There’s a time at the end of the day,
set aside for this superlative text.
But my ringy, dingy reason
should be accepted like all the rest?
said his math teacher,
when I wrote out my main concerns.
she said to my child
as if his mother wasn’t worth the turn.
“Hurry up, I’ve got mommy duty,”
states the English teacher then.
What am I, chopped liver?
as they tuned out a child’s chance to win.
Wow, just Wow
my feelings numb, because I just don’t see the care.
As if anyone bothering with me
would only be on a dare.
I’ve learned that numbing over the years
to sheath my spirit in a drape
at home, at school
it’s all the same,
the rent in my heart
continues to gape.