There is this Rep persevering
quite determined of careering
but while times keep changing
need not be deranging
something else shall be appearing!
On looks of covers of books
Behold that fresh youthful look:
Youth’s upbeat breathless grin
crisp cover of unread book
sculptured, jutting out chin
Behold the wizened old look:
aging’s out-of-breath grin
thumbed cover of well read book
sagging skin, drooping chin
At which point cannot count on audacity
but hope for tenacity, veracity
Must be a fool to believe Trump is The Lord’s Tool?
Don’t anguish or you’re a fool
just feel joyous, free of resent
do as told in Bible School
just humble yourself & lament
While if secular you’re a fool
blind to Trump the butt of steed
still hailing him as The Lord’s Tool
despite his hate, lies & greed
Someone who’ll never relent
and incapable to repent
Is it all going haywire, or exactly as per God’s plan & desire?
On petulant pursuits binged
our noses stuck in trough
getting totally unhinged
til all pretense falls of?
Tell, is it going haywire
for our poor Human Race
or per God’s plans & desire?
Trembling at what we face:
Not much time shall elapse
until soon now: Collapse!
Scurrying, why?
Raises morning’s curtain
upon sunrise infused sky
Less bemused than certain
humans get scurrying, why?
How to discern when mired in a muddle
as distant planets coldly align?
Dreams fill oceans, insight the mere puddle:
don’t expect our days warmly benign
Lowers evening’s curtain on sunset infused sky
gone forever another scurrying day, why?
A baby calf’s life they cruelly steal so we may enjoy a meal. Bon appetite, anyone?
Eating a tender ‘veal’ meal
brought to dinner table
with ugly, hardhearted zeal
Here’s goes the non-fable:
Cruelty we’re mislabeling
yes, how a calf becomes veal
This is what we are enabling
it’s a once in lifetime steal
He suffers alone the forlorn calf
put in dark bin to become ‘veal’
on pitiless meat eaters behalf
all his hoped-for joy they would steal
After months in the dark
posture hard to be shifted
calf cannot even walk
so weak he must be lifted
Then drawing his last breath
from Hell’s lonely bane
liberated by Death
from the gruesome pain
“My eating cheese, drinking milk
did not kill the milked cow!”
Well, you of indulgent ilk
it does, here’s when & how:
A milked out cow suffers five years
when slaughter ends her life in fears
While I’ve little time left I’ve got all the time right now
On my life’s path not much time left
but got all the time in the moment
so primed still & ready to heft
& to welcome Life’s next bestowment
Right now am feeling far from done
never mind how long my run
The wonder here & yonder
As we watch the sky
beyond the crowds
wonder how & why
the racing clouds
In ceaseless encore
the ocean waves
keep crashing onshore
to rousing raves
The horizon
edges the ocean
no surprise in
nature made motion
O, the wonder
here & yonder
Should’ve been iconoclastic about plastic
Reigned briefly
did Humankind
Brawled chiefly
left mess behind
Our Species capricious
in predicament drastic
piled garbage pernicious
stifling planet in plastic!
While us Humans quick in verbal comeback
when it comes to changing we turn our back
Would it kill God if for once when he spoke he’d include a joke?
Watch us when milling around
in misapplied gumption
rushing ragged always bound
up in pride, presumption
For once when God spoke
of our earthly rampage
did God share a joke
our burden to assuage?
Once in a while is my humble belief
that us poor humans could use some relief