Category: Poetry

No one likes upsetting the ones they love.
Sorry’s the only fix most can think of.

Yet, there is a better thing we can do.
Instead of saying “sorry”, self-review.

Interrogate regret & find the fix…
Next time the action itself can be nixed.

“Sorry” on a loop will grow ill & wilt.
A threadbare apology drowns in guilt.

So, try not to think “sorry means resolve”.
Plan what to do next time; plan to evolve.

I go weeks at a time without spending a dime.
I am busy at home when the spending is prime.

I laugh remembering calls once cost a quarter.
Cash was paper & coin in banks’ brick & mortar.

An adaptable human can tolerate change.
Though, now, it comes in a wider spectrum of range.

See there’s Change in Life & change in your pocket.
Both can absurdly switch your course like a rocket.

So maybe small & lean living is the wiser tack.
Agility is ideal when under attack.

Oh, to be someone with a quiet mind.
Able to look fore & aft mostly blind.

I stay busy; for, I can see too much.
I see many outcomes, causes & such.

Staring thru space, for me…oft unpleasant.
So, I load up tasks that make me present.

I’ve never stared at a blank thousand yards.
When I stare, I see the possible cards.

Not gifted enough to know things exact.
The more they harry me, the more I act.

Respond or not…both are answers.
Tell the truth to avoid cancers.

I sense true facts from eyes & sound.
What you think’s hid; I see around.

Dance round facts; won’t  shift my gazes.
I’m lost & found for dodged phrases.

I do not always know for sure.
To cruise without change is no cure.

So take a beat before you lie.
Tell yourself, “He will see. So, why?”

Last but not least: do not spread blame.
Spreading your fault on others?…lame. 

Putin, Trump & Bibi sitting in a tree.
These “leaders” are K-I-L-L-I-N-G.

It’s not the citizens behind these faces.
It’s these “heads” & their cronies taking places.

They think they’re a much bigger deal than they are.
So, they’ve stretched their ambitions both near & far.

Mired by laws, courts, dissent & evolution…
Unable to sire evil’s revolution.

Things likely get worse; before they get better.
Protest if you can; if not, write a letter.

They’re tuning in to the potency of age.
Realizing their life’s epic battle wage.

They’re born to the youngest & herded along.
They’re learning, from elders, paths right & paths wrong.

They’re timid & frightened of every new step…
Not at all eager to learn study & prep.

Still, both care & patience are given for free.
Inexhaustible patient support seems key.

By the time it’s not needed, they will be grown.
Then they’ll spawn some little terrors of their own.

For:EV&B

I’d guess, in my eyes, you see a sad hurt child…
Locked up with own devices & beaten wild.

Though, that is not all there is to see in there.
That’s just the surface of an ocean of care.

A vast sea populated with monsters kind.
Misfit evolutions in a star child’s mind.

Compared with similarly unlucky shoes;
I’d defy odds, for, my soul I did not lose.

I hope you find your way inside here some day.
I’m a hell of a time; so, don’t turn away.

How to do a thing I said I’d not do?
How can I accept any more from you?

You’ve ever done enough for everyone.
By now, I’d figured, my needs would be none.

Yet, against many odds, I am still here.
I should’ve been dead…so needing feels queer.

I always thought we’d be seeing the world.
So much unplanned story has since unfurled.

Now stark & clear; I must visit your well.
I only hope help isn’t love’s death knell. 

I have got so many things to pack.
Frozen in place planning my attack.

These shells that we shed & leave behind.
In a new place, a new you to find.

Yet, still, we carry plot points along.
One or two refrains from lifelong song.

So, from the rubble of what is shed…
We pluck out memories that aren’t dead.

Room’s been made for what’s mine to find me.
Choice old things to welcome each newbie.

Only so much bandwidth in a day.
Sunrise starts get things out of the way.

Brand new data sets in afternoon…
Left undone; but next morning’s soon.

Just enough gas to punch thru routine.
Just enough gusto; so ends are seen.

Right here, right now; in front of my face…
That’s where solutions fall into place.

The job ahead is the next one up.
Each teapot tempest drunk by the cup.