Punch & Judy abound
Upon the political playground.
Slapstick comedy all around.
Change
Different?
You are different!
So I will villify you, revealing
the monster within…
Dilemma
Leaves changing color,
falling, wooly bears not out yet.
Autumn weather dilemma!
Toiling… A work in progress
Wash the dust and grime,
traces of a life of labor,
mining, farming, laying track,
tell me what you see then,
when you wash the dust and grime,
from my hands, from my face.
Straighten my bent, stooped back,
bent in a life of labor,
hauling coal, harvesting, toting rail,
let me look you in the eye,
when you straighten my bent, stooped back,
from a life of labor.
Open and loosen gnarled, misshapen hands,
grasping, clutching, in all weather,
pick, hoe, shovel, sledge, or hammer,
Ugh…
…another one of
those crazy series of days
that seem to run together.
Everything else lost to sight,
time at the speed of light!
In time…
Maya Angalou,
known to many. Few recognize,
Langston Hughes.
Spring seranade…
Standing, silently, oh!
There, starts now a song of spring.
Spring peepers singing.
Here…
Here I sit, what can I say.
Should be on a jet plane,
Jet plane’s on delay.
Not the traveler’s Bain
To find another way
For missed connections are a pain.
Hello, now another delay
My second flight’s plane
Has suddenly saved the day.
Maybe next time I’ll go by train.
Integrity…
Grease tattooed,
callused, working hands, folded, peacefully.
My father’s hands.
Mystery of One – a Tanka
“Pop, what’s the last number?”
“Numbers grow, then they’ll contract.
Isa, One is the last.
One became two, two became three.
God is one when man is one.”
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