MORNING WISHES

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MORNING WISHES

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May a swordfish not chase and stab you

Nor a meteor fall on your head

May the Sun not go supernova

May your path be scenic and pleasant to tread

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CYCLE ROUND

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CYCLE ROUND

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The merry-go-round spins faster and faster

Until everything around is just a blur

The music is loud and lively 

Time spins away and the moment is pure

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No matter how fast the ride might go

Or how fancy the carousel horse struts

When it stops we are in the same place

But we have changed our outlooks

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CONDITIONS FOR SUCCESS

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CONDITIONS FOR SUCCESS

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We must be ready for success

Hydrated, centered, lots of rest

Eating healthy, feeling frisky

Avoiding investments that are risky

You most certainly can succeed

When you become the "you" you need

Once you are in training you can win

Is today the day that you begin?

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RECIPE FOR A NOMAD

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RECIPE FOR A NOMAD

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Once your goose is cooked

Serve it smothered in gray, lumpy self-pity

With a flaming hot side dish of blaming others

Serve this morning, noon, and night

Until you are heartily sick of this meal

Then you begin to forage for something with nutrition

And leave the sackcloth and ashes 

To blow away in the winds of change

Which never let up and sculpt our landscape wonderfully

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SPRUTAN

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SPRUTAN

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We can't re-do the past

Nor can we pre-do the future

We hold only this moment 

In the palm of our hands

A seed we can tenderly nurture

Until it grows and grows

Into a mighty tree whose branches

Reach to the stars

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NIGHT TRIP

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NIGHT TRIP

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Without a worry, without a care

I rose and floated in the air

I zoomed out into outer space

No helmet needed for my face

I whizzed by planets, I circled stars

I walked around on mysterious Mars

I spun and twirled utterly free

Until my alarm clock awakened me

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MY FELLOW AMERICANS

 

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MY FELLOW AMERICANS

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How does patriotism

That swelling affection for one's homeland

How does that become hatriotism?

That destructive rage towards those who have different ideas

This is a case of love turning sour, curdling, poisonous

We need to know when patriotism goes bad

Here are some signs:

Are you speaking to your fellow countrypersons

Or speaking to the enemy?

Are your words and actions aimed to increase understanding

So we can stand on common ground

Or do you merely want to shut the Other Side down

Silence them, drive them off with stones and curses?

We all acknowledge there are differences among people

These differences can not be irreconcilable

All our ideas are thrown into the melting pot

And can produce a great benefit to progress

If we can stop chucking rocks like enraged primates

We, who love liberty, free speech, equality under the law

Being the land of progress

Must make progress our goal

We are the shining city on the hill that all look up to

The hope of the future, the healing of the past

The motto "Love one another" goes double in times

Like these

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