When the times feel overweening
we are promptly convening
us powerless, start house cleaning
Way to make sense, find meaning?
But to scrub off of common surface grime
way easier than power elite’s slime
To a grandchild entering college
She knows her mind
her convictions strong
her heart beats kind
discerns right from wrong
Sweet as sound of dulciana
warm as Summer wind in Havana
crisp as Winter in Montana:
That would be our wondrous Anna!
Better known for compassion
than icon of high fashion
Hesperia in grip of hysteria
Among Lands of Hesperia
elites in the DC area
as well in they Bay Area
they are all gripped by hysteria
Blinded by hypocrisy
people fooled we’ve democracy
while owned by plutocracy
and ruled by kakistocracy
While out of touch with reality
thinking somehow we’re praiseworthy
we bask in heedless hyperbole
telling others they’re blameworthy
In that ‘shining city on the hill’
conceited we carry on at will!
Starved of conversation?
If you hunger for conversation
shall ‘customer service’ phrases
(in copious canned aggravation)
restore the art to good graces?
Rather than a slipshod stroll
mongst hackneyed words teeming
don’t we want to fill our soul
with something redeeming?
What might punctured phrases instill
beyond piling up as word fill?
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-conversation = a talk, especially an informal one, between two or more people, in which news and ideas are exchanged – with emphasis on ‘exchanged’
On treating a sovereign nation like a petulant child
Pugnacious like Prussia
claim Western Values saviors
drab, aggressive Russia
steeped deep in misbehavior
She’s referred to as petulant
in US media news
condescendingly prevalent
in repetitive abuse
Russia is overarmed
unless she disarms
states the U.S. alarmed
with ten times her arms
Russia needs a thorough spanking
Let’s bravely sanction its banking!
How shrillness electronic made stillness anachronic
Wondrous solace of stillness
eludes us without fail
when electronic shrillness
pierces through nature’s veil
Might one of those clueless clods
(who with such hapless abandon
plugs in their stylish ear pods)
find for Net surfing a stand-in?
How without stillness & solitude
shall we re-connect with rectitude?
Past of humanity stifling by inanity
My own life’s trifling past
as part of Humanity
as well (in case you asked)
stifling by inanity
Ain’t reassuring
of what shall come next:
Misery enduring
and no mere pretext
Stuck in the now I remain vexed
trying hide myself from what’s next
If so it has been, must it so continue?
Years rushing by her
without slowdown
faster & faster
goes the countdown
Even without disaster
life is the hard taskmaster
So why live in blurred hurry
when to live well in the moment
with its own joy & worry
provides life’s inmost bestowment?
Hat trick
Sam, a 17 y.o. grandson, did a ‘hat trick’:
There was this footballer named Sam
who swiftly went bam, bam & bam
All without a hair out place
what a cool, good looking ace
Poor goalie could not do a damn
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hat trick = scoring three goals in one match
Octogenerian
Synapses corroding
recall slowed, deferred
Memories eroding
erstwhile visions blurred
Outlook & attitude askew
injustices bewailing
Anything new brings much ado
as trains of thought derailing
Outfits, gadgets turned outmoded
Sentences humorously misheard
He grieves old manners imploded
since human folly reached the absurd
An Octogenarian
grumbling with fumbling hands
Curmudgeon contrarian
long gone grandiose plans
Now marching out of step, on course chaotic
his collar frayed, smartphone-less, quite quixotic