Again, look up “poem” in the dictionary if you don’t recognize the word. Or, better yet, just have a look at what’s here and form your own impressions.
Other folks in other places suffer,
I’m told today on TV by the News.
It overflows my empathetic buffer
and makes me glad I’m not in their sad shoes.
They know, the entertainment media,
the numbing, callous, cynical effect
of the tragedy encyclopedia
inflicted daily as our world is wrecked.
“If it bleeds, it leads,” they say with knowing smiles.
Forgive them, for they know not what they do.
We all are plunging into climate trials,
and they will have to die and suffer too.
(13 September 2023)
Swim, my silver beauty, swim!
Follow me to river’s source.
Do not make your bed with him,
though he move gravel with more force.
Lay your eggs upon the sand
and guard their orange splendor there
while I employ my milty gland,
shuddering sideways in our lair.
And when the procreation’s done,
when you and I are tired and tattered,
our flesh will nourish everyone;
our lives will then have truly mattered.
For now, we dream of alevins, fry
and darting schools of speckled smolts
who someday will return to die
here too like loving thunderbolts.
(24 September 2023)
Conspiracies converge and stick in clumps
like burdock burs in fur of ignorance.
“Trust no authorities, they all are chumps!”
cry theorists in chorus. . . “Join our dance!”
But past the Dunning-Kruger peak I find
the wisdom of self-questioning and doubt:
Opinon and belief infect my mind
like any other. I must root it out. . .
I thrash in a furious sea of firm opinions,
smothered in crashing waves of true belief,
wishing I could fly on reason’s pinions
into the air of facts, and breathe relief.
Sun has dipped behind the hills
and and salmon
Moon has bulged a swirl of red
together the and
pulling on oceans to rise again
(Oct 22, 2018)
“Old” was “twice my age”
until that became far-fetched;
now “old” is today!
(17 June 2023)
Out here on the tail of doubt
I miss the spike of certainty
I felt when I first figured out
what seemed to be simplicity:
I was special, chosen, good
and so was Homo sapiens.
Together, hand in hand, we would
learn not to be barbarians.
Science and technology
would soon create utopia.
Enlightenment and psychology
would cure social myopia.
But soon I ran into some snags
for which there was no simple cure.
My righteous signs, slogans and flags
failed to convince those who were sure
of just the opposite account
and saw me as the problem’s source!
And when I knew that no amount
of hot debate would ever force
their minds to change, I realized
that maybe I should learn to see
their world through their eyes,
which added some complexity.
So now I know what I don’t know
and wonder if I ever knew
anything at all – and so
I’m at a loss for what to do.
(01 May 2023)
The world view you hold
by expectations becomes
the real world you view.
(23 April 2023)
narcissist being believes
its thoughts are magic.
(21 April 2023)
Since I stopped mowing
the dandelions relaxed:
(21 April 2023)
Truth can be subtle and often elusive.
It cancels the premise with which you propound it.
But it’s always considered concise and conclusive
by those who are satisfied that they have found it.
of rhetoric in Congress
precedes more hot air.
21 March 2023
The liar will lie,
though ten thousand search for fact,
so truth is forfeit.
The thief always steals,
though all the rest are honest,
so trust is forfeit.
The hater will hate,
though thousands try to forgive,
so love is forfeit.
The killer will kill,
though ten million try to heal,
so war is coming.
The cynic ignores
emergence of miracles,
so hope is forfeit?
21 March 2023