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Joy

Giddy is happy and happy is good! 
And giddy with reason is as it should!
And should happy be reasoned and giddy sometimes
Then rest but joyful in happy giddy times!

Thoughts Running Free 1

looking through mind’s eye
as if in a trance 
perhaps due to circumstance
or perchance the last dance

then again on the fly
without condescending
blending all elements in sight
I start to cry

wolf wolf the fear has arrived
disguised but still here
feel the fear

blowing in the winds of fate unknowing
death seeks to end the lie
just die bye bye die

then come again with reason
in another season
to veer out of last dance trance
to fly again in the universal wind

Autumn is Near

                                               Autumn is near


                        When nights on hours of the day do impinge
                            Softer are the rays of mid-day sunshine
                       Greenish leaves do start to pick orange tinge
                            Tall lupines linger low, curl down and pine
                                Roses slowly start to shed their petals
                                Lovely lavenders languish with crisp fear
                          Cooler air from grey clouds starts to settle
                                 Purple pansies begin to drip sad tears
                        When birds flutter with less strength with reason
                            It`s time to hail the fall`s train which is near
                               Time to greet the coming Autumn season
                              With its splash of red saffron hues so dear.

The Weight Of Commonsense

The lack of common sense
makes nonsense easy,
things that should make sense,
slip through, unchallenged.
Yet common sense itself
makes the absurd unbearable,
forcing logic upon the illogical,
struggling to grasp the uncommon.
To live without it
is to drift through chaos,
unbothered by contradiction.
To live with it
is to wrestle with reason,
forever questioning the senseless.

Right Cause

Right Cause

Risk all for the
Right cause, while you may not be
Rewarded in the way you expect you might
Realize that the journey was a
Reward in itself. Others my
React negatively to what you are doing, but 
Respond to their critiques with reason

Lawns and me

While not a professional,
I take it personal,
When I see lawns not cut short for Christmas,
Down under where snow is absent at Christmas.

This year with only a few days to go til Christmas,
I see no way to redress,
The imbalance between cut, 
And uncut,
Even when the number of machines to get the job done,
Should be be enough to leave no cut  undone.

I have the time and inclination to volunteer to get,
   more than mine done,
But not even my wife sees that as an option,
Or any of my business,
This Christmas.

Though I am on the verge,
Of cutting more than one verge,
To reverse the trend,
Of a Christmas half cut,
Through lack of those prepared to cut the rot and the mustard,
And revert to a standard,
So, Thistles, do not interfere,
With feet being bare,
And this old turkey,
Being Happy,
To see in another year,
With reason to cheer.

From Those Who Were There

So you are aware:
This is what a war looks like,
from those who were there.
It's not just from those who fight,
but those with reason to care.

Leaders win cheering,
and political support.
Villains get fearing.
People afraid to report,
when enemies are nearing.

Politics sets goals.
People die to achieve them.
Death comes for their souls.
The scales never even.
No one punishes the trolls.

Know the weight we bear.
Lift the burden of their sins.
They don't seem to care.
This way, everybody wins.
Except for those who were there.

UNSEEN HORIZONS

Reaching my nadir, where insecurities hide,  
Few souls reached out, "How are you feeling inside?"

A torrent of emotions engulfs all recess,  
"What next?" is a question my heart would confess.

Waltzing unforeseen with a zing, 
Harnessing verve from the universe's ring. 

Hope devours the monsters of darkness, 
Sprinkles confetti, illuminates the dimness.

Everything unfolds with reason, 
Lessons learnt within this season.

Man

Light shines upon his face, the warmth embraces him.
Reflections of the past flash upon his eyes, all the good with the bad.
Flickers of the future he desires flitter in and out of view. 
Paths stretch out, endless roads to travel.
The wind bites his face as he looks upon the journey ahead. 
He knows no obstacle can stop him, unless he allows it.  
Choice has been made, destination selected.
Forward. 
The only way to go, up, forge ahead, don't look back. 
Hands of memories grip his arms, trying to hold him in place. 
Insecurities grab upon his legs, trying to root him down. 
Why's and hows wrap around his torso, as to paralyze him. 
One foot in front of the other. Look up to the sky. He is with you. 
Overcome the challenge, move with reason.  Move with purpose. 
Carry the flame, find salvation. 
Break the chains placed upon you,  by you. 
You are loved. You are strong.  You are enough.

Visions

"Visions"

Poetry must speak to you
you must listen
not to what the mind speaks
but to what the heart delivers

some have the vision 
some do not
this is truth 
sometimes the truth is too hot

you think you are getting close

too close to the other who is touched
you are not for getting that close
to such insanity to be touched
by a poem that holds no rhyme

and so the story goes
life is a never-ending poem 
with no hard and fast rhyme  
the soft valued curves come and go 

there, in that place of listening
time has drawn no hard line 
you will feel 
that you must bargain with reason 

logic in that place
holds no importance
you will feel, and 
you must  listen, 

not to what the mind speaks
but to what the heart delivers  
Poetry must speak to you 
the better part of you must listen

some have the vision 
some do not
there in that place of listening
logic, like the mind, holds no importance


Candide Diderot. ‘24

Regrets

Good neighbors, sweet friends, Can you forgive me?

In long, still and creeping hours of study,
I can be stern and inaccessible.

My studies tax me to basest function,
resting, weight-like, on my wretched shoulders.
I, too-weary, ebb and at times, tend to
spare few feelings and gall, as if licensed.

Sometimes I go, unwillingly to class,
a melancholy lass. Please, if we talk,
speak gently. I labor under command,
and you may not be answered with reason.

Hereby hangs the tale, ladies just and fair.
Sleep, that dark medicine, has restored me,
my sanity and my better judgment.
Patiently receive my apology
and recall our many fun adventures.

The Other Dimension of Chess

Someone told me,
Chess is like the art of war
No matter the bluff
Show weakness and doubt
Have the courage to stand the last factor
Never lose hope
This is the way of the king.
You really have two brushes to play and win
The real king does not exist on the chessboard
It's in the heart.
And the so-called kingly way is not winning
The chess game
It's not about gamble and unscrupulous in the mall
But spread benevolence and righteousness to the world.
Rich people speak with reason
Rich people believe in kingship
The rich believe what they say.
Actually, I really want to go back to the countryside now
Leave the big city
And became a farmer there.
There is a mountain spring 
Or better to have a field
To plant trees for shade
Not withstanding the flaming sword
Beacon honor to the world
Continue, studying chess just from the silence
And take a chance to soul-search from within.

Animals

Friends, animals humanize us,
Whether it’s the fearful doe or the wise doe,
Fleeing from our presence, our wickedness,
May it be the fox, smarter than a star?
May it be the scorpion, which makes us fear death,
Whether it’s the monkey, mocking our laughter,

Friends, animals humanize us
Whether it’s the white, red cow,
Offering us her milk, butter and our cheeses,
Let it be the horse, raised by our gifts,
This horse, which walks us on the beaches,
Or the eagle that shows us how to fly,

Friends, animals humanize us, yes,
The lion, despise all our arrogance,
The elephant is much wiser than our philosophers
Lizards teach us to nap,
The ladybug speaks of God,
The cat distrusts our reasonable voices.

Friends, animals have many powers,
To show us our wrongful or unjust deeds,
They reveal our deepest wounds,
Friends, animals humanize us,
Let us frequent them modestly, beware of appearances,
They know us, they run away with reason.

When Does Reason Trump Extreme Adventure

What price adventure
When the risk outweighs the venture,
No dishonor not to start,
Merely you just being smart.

If compunction is the cause,
That adrenaline rush which draws,
Take a breath and think it through,
Is the only one affected - you?

Does bravery need be so foolhardy,
With reason as an afterthought and tardy,
When blind desire clearly trumps all thought,
For ego trips that can be simply bought.

Extreme tourism knows no other name,
Never quite the path to everlasting fame,
At best it gives a sudden winded rush,
At worst with Death itself you'll surely brush.

So many have regardless met such fate,
Gone far too soon before their fated date,
For every mountain peak or ocean deep,
Lie countless graves where mothers sadly weep.

Peas In a Pod

Amidst the trials of history's flow,
Two leaders rise, with strength aglow,
Their nations' fate upon their back,
They stood, steadfast, with unwavering tact.

One, a name that echoes still,
FDR, the man with the iron will,
Through Great Depression and World War strife,
He led his nation, gave it life.

The other, a man of more recent days,
Joe Biden, with his own unique ways,
A steady hand in uncertain times,
A leader with heart, and with reason that chimes.

Like FDR, he bears a weighty load,
A pandemic, a nation, a world to uphold,
And through his actions, his words, his deeds,
He offers hope, and helps to meet our needs.

Though time may yet obscure their mark,
Both leaders share a vital spark,
A spirit of service, a drive to lead,
That sets them apart, in thought and deed.

So here's to FDR, and here's to Joe,
May their legacies forever glow,
For in their leadership, we see
The promise of what we can be.

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