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Month: October 2017
Load Up
Top of the heap
Is a nice place to be, it seems,
But bottom of the barrel
Is not the end of the world.
Feel the heat
Coming from the sun.
Bask in light
And loosen up.
Do you remember
What it was like
To not have much
But make it through anyway?
We can do it
If we put our backs
Into it.
The Privileged Few
Wealth doesn’t seem to rub off
Or trickle down, or whatever.
Instead it relies on stealth and lies
To sucker in lots of help,
Unbeknownst to the miserable many,
Who work long hours, dreaming
Of plenty but seeing none
Of the fruits of their labor
Cross over the fence
To their bank account.
No, it stays at the top
With the privileged few,
Who rally the troops
When the going gets rough,
But leave them to starve
After the work is done.
So, don’t put all your
Proverbial eggs in one basket,
Or you’ll be broke long before
They pick out your casket.
Snoozing Together
Quiet tones fill the air.
A pooch snoozes at my feet.
Another rests on my lap.
Both breathe to the rhythm
Of the universe.
At peace and still,
A natural smoothness.
All is well at home.
A Walk in the Woods
Happy thoughts drift through my head.
Thinking of you instead
Of all the stuff that gets me down.
I want to smile, not to frown.
So what would you say
To a walk with me today,
Holding hands, we navigate
The rough path in the woods.
It’s not too late
To get out your jacket and hood,
And gloves to stay warm.
The storm is past
Just us at last,
Going for a stroll.
Along the Dock
Prancing along a seaside dock,
I start to spin like the hands
Of a clock, telling time
As fast as it can, never wavering,
Out of rhythm, never skipping
A happy beat.
I stop a moment to collect myself,
As my silly brain keeps on spinning,
And I almost lose my balance.
But I don’t topple, thank goodness.
It’s all a part of a simple day
Among the boats and fishermen.
Measure and scrub, tie and lift.
Simple and sure, tried and true.
Glowing Inside
I see you standing there.
Such a pair, you and I.
When you start
To smile from your heart,
I glow inside
Like a jack-o-lantern
On Halloween.
All Teeth
I was turning the corner
When I looked in the mirror
And saw your smiling face.
I could have giggled but
I sneezed instead. That’s
How it goes with
The Grateful Dead.
Spit
Herring bloated surfers whopping loosely
Bounced red equator catastrophic elbows
Hairs bleeding sap slippery dinosaur yells
Quantifiable ketchup maneuvers screams
Jagged toenails scraping teeth gums spit
Tongues seasonings spicy meatballs tray
Lamps factual super small eyes on pap or
Laughingstock rubs howdy sickle sweeps
Van
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Stumbling along the sidewalk 