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Snake Oil Salesman


Cannot comprehend

why anyone buys

malevolent swill,

or appreciates

a rubbing of it in.

His hawker style

claims terrific results,

fantastic ingredients,

amazing potion,

disgraces other kinds.

He says he has the stuff

to cure what has gone wrong;

so-called master of our fate,

promised to make us feel great,

but nothing’s great so far.

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Memorial Day 2012


Usually read the newspaper fast,

normally skim through bad news,

linger on comics and puzzles.

But  this Memorial Day,

I got caught up in flashed photos

and stories beneath the headlines.

 ———-

Cemetery expanded,

Marines need more burial space.

Veteran’s wrinkled salute,

 WWII medals on his lapel.

American flags, in uniform lines,

decorate grave-white tombstones.

———-

Counted among dead this year,

three local high school graduates:

2001, 05, 08,

futures buried in San Diego.

Two-hundred came to commemorate

latest “garden of heroes.”

———-

Column inched down the front-page

reporting “Syria denies killing…”

108 civilians,

including 49 children.

I turned the page and saw a floor

lined white with shrouded bodies.

———-

The Jumble today was easy,

a military-themed play on words.

Blondie served spinach to sailor

Popeye. I revived a potted tomato.

Hope I can keep it alive.  The sky looks

blue. Later Jim will fire up our barbecue.

Getting Ahead of Herself



Fearing she might miss her cue,

Kate got born before date due.

Then, for school,  job or party

Kate hated to be tardy.
———-

She saved up and bought a farm,

bred roosters for loud alarm.

At the sound of first crowing,

right away Kate got going.
———–

 Aged to an older girly,

still wanted to be early.

To a senior home Kate went

though somewhat young to be sent.
———-

Kate died before predicted,

unhappily conflicted,

knowing that it was her fate

to be, ever after, late.

Aside

Beyond Questions


Will a spirit fly when freed or,

may it linger at death’s closed door,

listening, peeping through the keyhole?

 

Watch funeral, hear eulogies,

or flee from sad faces and tears,

does a spirit still have a heart?

 

Do the dead rush with warm welcome

when a spirit newly arrives,

are reunions always happy?

 

If a spirit may sleep, can dreams

transmit positive messages

to console the living who mourn?

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