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Monday, December 3, 2018

Desolate

photo by PSC / 2018-Nov

Desolate

For all
intents and purposes
he views the holidays as done
(even before they’ve begun.)
The light-hearted party’s con-
cluded, all the friendly laughter
and cordial conversations faded
away, burnt down to ash and
cinder; the lightsome guests,
family & friends, have
all gone home and
once again, he’s
wholly alone,
abandoned,
having been
(contrarily)
de-
lighted.

PSC / 2018-Nov

Sunday, December 2, 2018

On Shaky Ground



public domain photo - credits below
On Shaky Ground

When the whole world shakes
a steady place to stand is
all you really need.

PSC / 2018-Nov PAD

public domain photo credits


One Lousy Poem



One Lousy Poem

Frankly,
at this point
(in time,
in my life,
in the world),
just trying
to write ONE
(lousy)
poem
(every.
single.
day.)
is too dang
ambitious
(or not
ambitious
enough.)

PSC / 2018-Nov PAD

Inhabiting a Cardboard Box



public domain photo - credits below
Inhabiting a Cardboard Box

Perhaps
it should be
a prerequisite
for adulthood or
mayhap a co-op class
in conjunction with
Compassion 101.

Maybe it might be
a mandatory
mini-course
for anyone
accepting a job
as a public servant.

Certainly, it should be
part of the core curriculum
for a member of Congress
or a President of the U.S.
(or any other country
for that matter.)

PSC / 2018-Nov

public domain photo credits  


Friday, November 30, 2018

A Mermaid Tale


public domain photo - credits below
A Mermaid Tale

Some ancients say
a long time past
the sea possessed
a sweeter taste.

They attest  
‘twas the tang
of a spurned
mermaid’s
tears

providing
a reason
for the briny
seasoning

PSC / 2018-Nov

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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

I Can’t Quit Now


 
photo by PSC / 2014

I Can’t Quit Now

Another moon,
the muse malingers
while the final days
drip through my fingers.
November is waning,
but I’m so far behind
I can’t see my way
to the finish line.
 Like a marathoner
trudging
on an uphill slope
I’m falling behind
and losing all hope.
But will I give up?
Nope!

PSC / 2018-Nov

Kudos to Kindness

photo by PSC / Nov-2016

Kudos to Kindness

Kudos and props
to the everyday people,
kind neighbors and strangers,
encountered each day;
those aides, maids and doers,
the help-you-get-through-ers
who find both the will and the way.

You know who I mean
‘cause you’ve seen them before:
They’ll stop what they’re doing
to open a door.
They’re smilers and greeters,
and please-take-my-seaters
(and lately our paths
seem to cross
more and more.)

 Those cup of hot tea-ers,
and coffee’s-on-me-ers
deserve all our thanks and our praise.
And it may sound outrageous
but I hope it’s contagious
and we all catch it
one of these days.

PSC / 2018-Nov

Monday, November 26, 2018

What For?


public domain photo - credits below

What For?

Everyone wants to squabble,
quibble, squawk, and squeal,
and I’m wholly fed up with listening
to every squeaky wheel.
Denouncing this, protesting that –
I can’t take any more.
I really don’t care
to hear WHAT you’re against
just tell me, please,
what are you FOR?

PSC / 2018-Nov

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No Love Lost


Friday, November 23, 2018

Mr. Potato Head

public domain photo - credits below


Mr. Potato Head

As a toddler and a young child
you were always numero Uno;
your life was Candy Land, 
and the world was just
a Barrel Full of Monkeys.

With watercolors,
finger-paints,
crayons, and chalk
you could color your cosmos
any way you wanted it to be –
 no one decreed
you should stay
within the lines.

As you grew older,
perhaps you discovered Life
could sometimes be puzzling
and (whether or not
you went looking for it)
Trouble  might eventually
(inevitably)
find you.

Sooner or later you may
(we hope) wise up to the fact
that it’s a lot harder
to Connect the Dots
than you ever imagined.

p.s. Some of us are wondering, in fact, 
if perhaps you’ve already lost your marbles.

PSC / 2018-Nov

public domain photo credits 


Heart Breaking

photo by PSC / 2012

Heart Breaking

One nation
under siege
in dissonance
sans liberty
sans justice
with walls

PSC / 2018-Nov


Sunday, November 18, 2018

Anti-Anti-Any(Every-)thing



Anti-Anti-Any(Every-)thing

It's so easy these days
to be anti-
anything (everything).

Our current culture's
overcome with skepticism,
criticism, negativism, but
what we could really use is
more "for", fewer "against".

Just you scout out some-
one (anyone) seeking
to float a balloon of hope
and you'll find hordes
of people, pumped up,
hoping only solely
to pop it, to stop it
before it takes flight, but

that just leads us nowhere.

Mother Teresa had it right:
Positivity gets you places,
(and Mr. Rogers knew how
to get from here to there:
"Look for the helpers.")

We just need to look for
(to find, to become)
those helpers
(those do-ers, do-gooders,
the gal Fridays, and
right-hand-men)
who'll help put the world
back together again.

So, thank you, Burt Bacharach,
(what the world needs now
IS love), and also perhaps, 
(it certainly wouldn't hurt)
a plentitude of Pollyannas. 

PSC/ 2018-Nov


Saturday, November 17, 2018

You Never Know

public domain photo - credits below
You Never Know

but, the veteran
inhabiting a cardboard box,
who scours dumpsters daily
for something warm
to wear, to eat
(she knows)
the single parent
working three jobs
who needs decide
which bills to pay
and not
(he knows)
the inner city kids
waiting greedily
for their free
school lunches,
the lonely seniors,
anticipating a visitation
from Meals on Wheels,
the refugees
traipsing empty
but filled with hope,
fueled by dreams,
carrying their most
precious cargo
(they know)
but unless
displacement
by the next 
natural disaster
finds YOU 
waiting on FEMA,
or Red Cross, or
Americares,
or the kindness 
of strangers,
you'll (probably)
never know.

PSC / NOV 2018

public domain photo credits

Friday, November 16, 2018

The Eyes Have It

public domain photo by Lorie Shaull
public domain photo - credits below
The Eyes Have It

Actual words and facts 
appear to carry less
weight these days, but
perception is everything.

If she speaks softly,
cautiously, then
she's deemed timid, 
weak, unfit to lead;
yet when he
does the same, 
he's perceived as 
powerful and
in control. 

When she
raises her voice
(or her fist)
she's judged a shrew,
while he, 
(on the other hand)
is regarded as resolute,
determined, decisive, 
and passionate.

(That is, unless
he's black or brown -
then he's presumed
a threat.)

PSC / 2018-Nov

PD photo credits below (in order):
(1) woman's fist
(2) black fist