Sunday, March 8, 2026

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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Saturday, March 7, 2026

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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Friday, March 6, 2026

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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Thursday, March 5, 2026

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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Wednesday, March 4, 2026

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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Tuesday, March 3, 2026

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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Monday, March 2, 2026

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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