So before we start to unnerve
and melting down in glower
let’s hang back & closely observe
the gentle limber flower:
Allow her abiding stillness
to squelch our contentious shrillness
Our heart’s chilliness or mere silliness?
Strident pretentious criticism
drips superciliously
even with purloined witticism
it bursts out biliously
Due to mere facile silliness
or to our own hearts’ chilliness?
Weary World, do save your breath
On the election of Donald Trump:
Why not a Prez buffoonish
for this Nation Exceptional
where politics cartoonish
discourse rarely conceptional?
Weary World, do save your breath
Trump shall keep up wreaking death
In perfect peace when spared caprice
Who am I
when spared caprice?
Blessed why
in perfect peace?
What wondrous bestowment
awake in the moment!
No one can stop her from shoveling words in the hopper
How lightning fast she shovels
words in to the hopper
phrases flimsy like hovels
while no one can stop her
Nor can she. How sadly
as distracting madly
A cruel mischievous (s)elf
Whining, be it with passion,
plain fails to stir compassion
So try step out from yourself
as the Self a mere illusion:
A cruel mischievous elf
how she traps us in delusion!
Verse reigns unblushingly
Dawn finds me writing hushed verse
flows calmly gushingly
Still should the day turns adverse
it reigns unblushingly
and so each day shall end in afterglow
till I breathe in verse again tomorrow