Do Not Con Cur

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In most wretched times

When wrongdoers invade

Do not yourself turn

Echo chamber for knaves.

For the blight

Of untruth

And the stain

Of disdain

Can quite easily infect

Those who would not

Take heed from similar

To abstain.

 

 

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What to Bestow

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We may be called,

And especially

In times of turmoil,

To bestow

More light

Than woe.

It may be necessary

To bequeath

To awe

Over righteousness.

To confer,

With our own footsteps,

The high road

Not the low.

 

 

 

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Mallet Mind

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As the gavel rises

To speak justice

Let the rule of law

Preside,

So not even an executive

Who feels they own

The rights for pride,

Can by claims of faux and fury

Dismiss

What they would rather hide,

When truth well knows

By sheer behavior

Schemes and snide,

That he had far too often

Lied

And it is past time he be

Tried.

 

 

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Ode to a Little Dude’s Mood

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(Dedicated with a hug to a little dude in a mood … )

You fret

You toss

You turn

You snooze.

You pray your team

Won’t ever

Lose.

You wake up

Early

Hear the news.

You shout

You cry

You read reviews.

Time for some

Pancakes

To sweeten

Blues …

 

 

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Glimmers of Hope

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Even in chaos

Where foul mouths and ill deeds offer little beyond

Spin and mope,

You can find and define many glimmers

Of hope:

In the smiles of a child,

In the buds that push up from a freshly thawed ground,

In expanding delight of inquiring minds,

In the light that reflects from a window just shined,

In the wriggling joy of a pup under hand,

In humanity’s goals that your heart understands,

Your soul now demands,

And your words and your acts and your vote get behind.

 

 

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Hold Up

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It is alright

To pause,

To stop,

To dial back the crush

Of too chaotic

Stuff.

Hold up.

It won’t disrupt

Your pace of life,

If you let in a slower breath

That fills your lungs

With calm,

Instead of huff

And puff.

 

 

 

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Fickle Fury

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In the furor of fury

Frothing rage

At the truth,

Do not let floods

Form furrows

In foundations of sooth.

Let the foam

Ferry falsehoods

Like the filth film

From swamps,

And find footholds

In facts

Against fear flashing

Tromps.

 

 

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