Some say,
'Let's see if we can't do it,'
before applying
themselves to it.
I'm sure, positive in fact,
'Let's see if we can,'
would be a more-rewarding move
to enact, than
attempting a negative to prove.
Two plus two is four
Two plus two plus two is more
Mathematician
NE PLUS ULTRA
The kitchen counts, really need my food,
It calms and quells our clamorous brood.
The den is dandy when dinner’s done,
Time for TV soothes the savage spawn.
The bed’s my reward at end of day,
There languorously my head to lay.
Foremost is a fine and private place,
Most humble of all my homely space.
The bathroom is best I have to say,
Where warmly I wash my woes away.
Epitome of domestic bliss,
Must be where I go to take a piss!
All is said to be fair
The freedom of choice with will
A polarity in mind
Breed
not blood
not color
that you carry
all over your skin
that projects inner self
energize your whole being
from head to toe that you all know
since childhood that made your character
an ally or foe of the modern world
Six plus three is eight
School is really great
Two plus five is nine
It’s never been this fine
One times one is four
My teacher I adore
Math comes to me so easily
~ Why’d I get a ‘B’
Song: "Yesterday", The Beatles
Yesterday I had lots of fun with Sugar Ray,
Now the neighbors yell out words like ‘gay’.
Oh I believe in yesterday.
This tactic, 2+2=5, is a direct reference to George Orwell's novel "Nineteen Eighty-Four", where the party in the novel tries to force Winston to accept that 2 + 2 = 5.
Meanwhile let us just forget
about Joseph Biden's Presidency
beginning with the Russian
invasion of Ukraine
and the debacle of withdrawal
from Afghanistan (did those people
really fall trying to hang
on to departing passenger planes?),
and ending with the autopen,
and "obviously absolutely unequivocally"
no sign of cognitive decline!
Believe the propaganda,
it's easy if you try,
no lies below you;
above you only (blinding) light.
Is Donald Trump a clown,
or is he just not down with the Democrat minions'
Socialist (Marxist Communist) revolution?
Today was a thirty plus day said Lee
They come along sometimes
This means thirty-poems written by me
And only one of them has rhymes
My personal daily goal is ten
Which I have met since 2010.
“Handmaid of Patriarchy”
the garden rezoned
Embattled virility
misogyny cloned
As Delilah revolts
a new Samson on scene
One half of the whole
left to drown in the stream
Each genders new quotient
to minus the plus
A He without Her
— the destruction of us
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2025)
There’s a moon
Breaking through the dark
Half a hundred plus four stars beside it
Each one trying to equally share its spark.
Then, the sun rises
Gentle, not too hot, not too cold
But it melts the walls that have risen within
Changing hearts, making them more bold.
A road appears
Stretching across seas, sands, and trees
Leading us all to a place
Where everyone has a seat with ease.
It’s a dream
One star shining bright
Over Africa, uniting us
A beacon of hope, lighting the night.
Seventy Plus
Have been retired for 7 years
The best parts:
no work hassles
more time to write poetry
more time to play music
more time to work on my project list
(of course, AFTER the honey do list)
more time to volunteer
more time for naps
I can sit around in sweats and tee shirt
(in summer shorts and tee shirt)
But
The worst parts:
insomnia
not as much energy
in bed by 9PM
(I am a party pooper)
need hearing aids
my joints ache
have trouble remembering names
takes me longer to do my projects
(good excuse for not completing honey do list)
These are the best of times and the worst of times
If I can remember what the past times were like!
YOU
not
THEM
ME
not
THRONG
US
not
U.S.
Misère
no
TRUMPS
MY WAY
not
THY WAY
Be Selfish
Strident
Wary
Caring
Not Complacent
Not Sacrificial
Self Sufficient
Ungodly
Plus ou moins
I have a nasty cold
That doesn't want to go away
I am also all congested
There is a lot of flam
Coming out
From my mouth
I am trying to clear my through
Yes I already had my breakfast
Early in the morning
Raising bran, boiled eggs
And a banana
Now I am going to sleep
All day
At noon I got up
I made myself a hot toddy
Tea, lemon, and honey
And I went back to sleep
I was also sweating like crazy
Yes I am also very tired
I'd love to listen, passion sung,
Words warmly from your tongue.
Oh the time, when beauty chimes,
And my heart is firmly strung.
Rhymes adopt a new confession,
Although those lines are fleeting.
We'll score the meeting, hearts loudly beating,
Love born where friendship's sprung.
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