the machines chop up the sidewalk with no regard to preservation
Nothing is salvaged, the city wants new, and has found money
The mayor and town council authorized this on Friday, two days ago
Whoa! A foreman halts destruction, until something can be examined.
It is a skull and a breastbone; white and gleaming, hidden for years
under this thick concrete sidewalk. There is a fast discussion. If they
admit the discovery, their money is going to be pushed back for months
If they do not, what harm? These bones belong to a family long time
buried probably. Two men stand staring at this grave.
remnant of child
murdering pedophile
or angry parent
Some people like it a lot:
Royalty and all that rot.
My lineage, U.K. be,
But I do not bend the knee.
What you deem frivolous
Is often of utmost importance to me.
Difficult to believe
We were raised by the same parents.
do not bore me with facts
I like my channel
We rolled our eyes
The truth is there
but her channel speaks of fake news
She believes what she believes
when did they stop making TV news channels
Verity that the news was accurate
before reporting it as news?
This is the consternation
Coffee and Consternation
karmic confusion
bitter wreckage of the past
a vicious wind
Cardinal’s pay cut
today’s second collection
Palm Sunday
a note to the Pope
leadership by example
SELL THE HAT
The Little Red Hen
reopening her kitchen
now hiring
Atlas once shrugged
now he throws up his hands
shouting WTF
prognosticator
all hail Chicken Little
the sky IS falling
the Covid Big Bad Wolf
can no longer HUFf and PUFF
it blows his mask off
while wearing a mask
it’s hard to be a vamp
in a nudist camp
John G. Lawless
3.27/2021
Chest begins to tighten
Lungs begin to fail
Heart begins to race
Mind becomes cloudy
Vision becomes impaired
Whispers become screams
All eyes are on you
All breaths are down your back
All arms are holding you down
Take deep breaths
Count to ten
Think your way out
What is logic
What is truth
What is real
How do you make it stop
How do you think
How do you make it okay
Look around you
Listen to the sounds
Feel the hands
I know that face
I know that voice
I know that touch
Everything will be okay
consternation
on the edges
of dawn
suddenly
i needed you
my heart
heavy
like the granite
holding your name
in my finger's trace
the warmth
of sun
breaking
through the fades
of crimson trails
the wind
carrying leaves
in spirals
like emotions
falling down
my eyes
crying
yesterday's rains
i stand here
lingering
in silent moments
by your grave
a whisper
through the pines
speaks to me
then wraps me
in its embrace
i find comfort within
perhaps you needed me too
Naked branches of November's oak
grasp at dawn's slate sky
before the lake's mirror
as though for sustenance.
I stand at water's still edge,
seeing the tree's perfect reflection
gnarled in umber chaos,
reaching for proof of truth
in the wasteland of decaying society,
that there is still a connection
binding us through turmoil
of death, separation and change
intruding upon our modern lives.
Leafless limbs reach heavenward
in arboreal prayer for a glimpse of confirmation.
I, in my consternation wonder
if there's any point to my search.
Should I always have faith
in the future unknown
of God's guiding hand,
or should I accept that we are doomed
to disperse like the tree's October leaves
and blow away, leaving our shared past
at the mercy of the elements?
Learning about the vastness of space
belittles us to sub-atomic insignificance
Consternation Can Be Convincing
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My ageing consternation
I fears death that spares
Me when I am very young
Won't it ache me when
I have no teeth to chew and
Have feeble arms, legs... to move?
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My heart is fallen
And about to burst my hope.
When will this silent
Thief snatch my soul to the Lord
When need not to see more corpse?
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Susan
Why are politicans always so sure about the future being better any whichway?
whilst they are continually addressing past mistakes all day?
that were never going to happen in their future anyway!
but they never want to go back to their past either way
and why can't they just be happy with the way things are (today?)
Joe Maverick
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