Tuesday, September 4, 2018

accomplish nothing




accomplish nothing --
be nothing and go nowhere --
peace already comes


Roman Sea Gulls -- Salt Water Taffy -- Cleaning Up San Francisco



The sea gull population in Rome has grown in recent years to the tens of thousands, according to some experts. Their physical dimension has grown, too, as they gorge on the smorgasbord of trash, snack on handouts from complicit tourists and snatch sandwiches from unsuspecting pedestrians.
NYT


The sea gulls in Rome are so rude
they'll snatch up your al fresco food.
And like any bird
they'll leave you a turd --
they're pigeons with bad attitude. 




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Saltwater taffy, a practical treat easily found in most beach towns and less expensive than chocolate, is a candy that seems to hang around longer than most, said Debbi Shaffer, 51, an executive assistant based in Florida. “Not all the saltwater taffy flavors are delightful,” she said.
WSJ

When taffy is offered to me
I always decline gracefully;
although I am willing,
it takes out a filling --
and I can't afford dentistry.


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“I want people to walk around this city and think, ‘Wow, it’s so clean here,’ ” San Francisco Mayor London Breed said during a recent interview.

WaPo

The best way to keep cities clean
is moving the poor off the scene.
All that does not glitter
is certainly litter,
and ought to be hid with a screen.





poets, leave it be!


even a dullard 
knows brilliance during sunrise --
poets, leave it be! 


Monday, September 3, 2018

Reporters without bylines



Reporters without bylines are a national disgrace;
I wanna see their name and education and bright face.
How sad that in a country where the Press was once supreme
they have to lose identity as well as all their steam.

Who belongs to a Union anymore? -- Kerry in 2020?



Most Americans like labor unions, at least in the abstract. A majority (55%) holds a favorable view of unions, versus 33% who hold an unfavorable view, according to a Pew Research Center survey from earlier this year. For most of the past three decades that the Center has asked that question, in fact, Americans have viewed unions at least somewhat more favorably than unfavorably.  
Despite those fairly benign views, unionization rates in the United States have dwindled in recent decades (even though, in the past few years, the absolute number of union members has grown slightly). As of 2017, just 10.7% of all wage and salary workers were union members . . . 
Pew Research Center 


Belonging to a union is a fine thing, in abstract;
but if I were to join one my darn boss would have me sacked.
Or else the dues would levitate to heights I can't afford;
Teamsters pay enough that even Bill Gates would be floored.
My father was a Union man -- his father was one, too;
but all those heavy lifting jobs have gone to Katmandu. 



Former secretary of state John F. Kerry isn’t shutting the door to a second presidential bid, more than a decade after his narrow loss to President George W. Bush in 2004.  WaPo

Running to be President in 2020 is
something to give has-beens a fine calculating fizz.
But I don't think the prospects for a wannabe like Kerry
are anything to make Republicans feel very wary. 

Sunday, September 2, 2018

brittle flowers



an overgrown yard 
with an outmoded commode 
and brittle flowers



the prairie chapel



the prairie chapel --
empty but not abandoned --
filled with tinted sage


sing redeeming love



I say unto you, Yea, they were loosed, and their souls did expand, and they did sing redeeming love. Alma 5:9

Expansion is the way of God, I should not ever doubt it;
in fact I ought to sing it sweet and maybe even shout it.
Redeeming love comes from the Christ, who gave me this great gift
so I could be a garden isle and never start to drift.
Saved from the dreary arm of flesh, I've loosened all my ties
to shriveling surmises and the devil's silken lies.
And so I'll sing redeeming love despite my lack of talent,
because the tune, and not my voice, is what makes living gallant!

Saturday, September 1, 2018

mysterious green





a light in the night
makes the grass look like plastic --
so no crickets chirp



overripe





I once was a blossom
in the summertime of youth --
now I am overripe