Travel

It’s never been unmitigated fun
to travel to or with my family.
That’s not because of them or anyone
outside myself – the issue is with me.
I’ve always loved my time alone. I shun,
as far as I recall, all company.
Except (and here’s the moral of this poem),
I have to venture out to come back home.

(Ottava Rima)

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Moving a Book

Three years ago a book I bought arrived,
assembled by some family and bound
in vibrant colors for the folks who strived
to show support, or loved the art they found,
that issued from the mind of someone downed
by injury to brain and drawing hand.
I laid that book down next to where I sit,
where it’s remained in place, a gadget stand,
until this morning. Recollecting it,
I shelved it in an area more fit.

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Re(medi)ality

I watched you take yourself off nicotine,
abruptly and without a backward slip.
I witnessed when you altered your routine,
eliminating alcohol with grace.
It’s true your sister tried to intervene;
a few of us made comments that you heard.
But you cold-turkey quit. What do you mean
to now assert nobody can self-whip
addiction? Recollect how you got clean.

(Magic 9)

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Ketchup

I don’t use ketchup often any more.
I’m meatless and I seldom go for fries.
But sometimes I want cocktail sauce, a pour
of Louie dressing (Thousand satisfies).
I visited my tiny local store,
assuming I could add to home supplies
a little jar. Imagine my surprise –
the only stuff they stock is mega-size.

(Ottava Rima)

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Defending the Rental

“McMansion” is the way his mom portrayed
the place they rented from AirBnB.
He didn’t understand what she conveyed,
and asked her to explain. “Monstrosity”
she didn’t say. “It housed our family –
enormous but not fine, to be precise.”
He pondered and then ventured critically,
“That’s someone’s house, and you’re not very nice.”

(Huitain)

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Skipping

They had me skip a grade when I was young.
From 3rd to 4th they boosted me mid-year.
They thrust me into higher math among
a group of kids I didn’t know. My sphere
transformed, I raced to learn to multiply
(my 7’s, 8’s and 9’s were rushed too fast).
I leveled up in subjects though, but my
advance in form and manners was outclassed.

My BFF (intelligent but low
in confidence, at least historically),
said “No one skipped me. That’s one way I know
how much more smart you were and are then me.”
Oh that’s not it. My talents were for S.T.E.M.
The faculty was primed to notice them.

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It’s How You Choose

It’s how you choose and what you juxtapose
that meet the mark of creativity.
It isn’t training or proclivity –
it’s how you choose.

The gear you use, the medium that shows?
They never matter much, but entropy
and affectation lead to travesty.
It’s how you choose.

You might amuse or twist along with those
who pander for some popularity,
but process fails without integrity.
It’s how you choose.

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The Vote Results

The vote results arriving made me grin.
I marvel at the sign of catapults
from hopelessness to joy, from how to spin
the vote results.

I’ve savored hatred toward the MAGA cults,
but now I’m proud to be American.
We turn in expectation like adults.

We aren’t lost. Perhaps we can begin
in confidence from which good work results.
There’s optimism simmering within
the vote results.

(Roundel)

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No Thanks

I love my brother. And I’d like to spend
some time with him – we’ve been too long apart.
December on his farm has charm – we tend
to early coffee chat and afternoons
in chill and crispy air. I’d have to spend
ten hours, though, in getting there and back.
I’d have to let the dogs and wives offend.
I’d have to bear the air bed’s lumpy fart.
This Christmas trip I just can’t recommend.

(Magic 9)

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A Smidge of Wisdom

I’d rather eat some carb than exercise,
but I’m experienced (that’s code for old).
Indulgence now no longer gratifies
the way it did when young, and I don’t bounce
back into health or fitting smaller size.
I need a burn that isn’t gastric juice.
The benefits delay provide arise
from vigor and a pleasure self-controlled.
Regarding this, I may be growing wise.

(Magic 9)

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