Weary

Posted on October 10, 2020 by sputterpub

Weary of worry
Tired of tense
Hoping for hurry
Savoring sense

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His Income Tax

Posted on October 9, 2020 by sputterpub

Our tax laws are a
rat’s nest, but they’re not that bad:
of course Trump broke some!

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Negligent Evil

Posted on October 8, 2020 by sputterpub

Sure we’re acquainted with incompetence.
We think of it as failure to succeed,
but left unchecked it’s negligence indeed.

We’ve seen it in our exes: lack of sense
or sensitivity, and selfish greed –
sure we’re acquainted with incompetence
(we think of it as failure to succeed).

Perceiving it with clear intelligence,
incompetence does more than just impede –
it binds us, or it flails until we bleed.
Sure we’re acquainted with incompetence.
We think of it as failure to succeed,
but left unchecked it’s negligence indeed.

(English Madrigal)

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Quarantine Hair

Posted on October 7, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young I longed to have long hair:
like princesses and Barbie dolls at first;
then schoolmates blonde and lanky everywhere;
then middle-parted hippies. I was cursed
with natural curls, a tendency to frizz,
the color almost-black (I didn’t know
how bad a hundred strokes of brushing is,
as strategy to make my hair-type grow).

So after college, when attacked by lice
(I never should have borrowed Liz’s brush),
I had my hair cut short, and it was nice
(my love for length was like a schoolgirl crush).
But now my hair is gray, six months uncut,
and mostly I’m enjoying it, somewhat.

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Seriously?

Posted on October 6, 2020 by sputterpub

I never checked this out, but I was told
when I was young, that some suspected Jews
of spreading the bubonic plague. That bold
surmise was baseless, based on stupid views
that held because the Semites weren’t ill,
they must be at the root of the disease.
In fact their laws of living were their pill –
they prospered from their food and health decrees.

And if we are to learn from history,
then let’s ignore the theory I just read:
Among the famed, how come the GOP
to test so positive? Why not instead
(or too) the Dems? These questions beg an ask,
yell citizens who never wear a mask.

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Poetherapy

Posted on October 5, 2020 by sputterpub

A week ago, I had an argument
without a clue to why or what about.
I didn’t understand that brief event
but now I’ve written it, I have no doubt
that what occurred was not a conscious fight.
The subject didn’t matter – reason quit.
My tendency’s to make the logic tight,
but language wasn’t then appropriate.

You told me as you sat how I’d improve
my habitat with staged accessories.
But I appreciate its clean design.
I took offense, but never meant to move
my face to signal so. My summaries
in verse allow me light without a shine.

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Unearned Happiness

Posted on October 4, 2020 by sputterpub

I know of opulence and luxury –
I’ve seen the movies and I’ve read the news.
I doubt it is deserved – it seems to me
the fruit of brute behavior or ensues
from legacies unearned, estates well-planned,
inheritance without regard to worth,
success in numbers or by sleight of hand,
and extra goes to accidents of birth.

But now I have to turn critique on me.
I don’t deserve conditions I enjoy:
my little house and garden, privacy
protecting me from all that might annoy.
My gratitude is realized and unswerving.
It triggers empathy for undeserving.

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Blue

Posted on October 3, 2020 by sputterpub

Surprised at blue sky –
A blessing from borrowed time
we must soon repay.

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Dismay

Posted on October 2, 2020 by sputterpub

I disagree with you: I’m not surprised;
I’m not embarrassed – he’s a brute and boor,
but really, bullying requires more.

He’s ignorant, too dull to be advised,
and though his acts and words make us heartsore,
I disagree with you – I’m not surprised,
I’m not embarrassed, he’s a brute and boor.

That wasn’t bullying! It was despised,
but no coercive force was played, for sure.
An interrupter tried to take the floor.
I disagree with you: I’m not surprised;
I’m not embarrassed – he’s a brute and boor,
but really, bullying requires more.

(English Madrigal)

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The Old Mother

Posted on October 1, 2020 by sputterpub

The mother of my BFF is old.
The woman’s age is pushing 95.
I’ve known her 60 years and, truth be told,
we can’t discover why she’s still alive.
It isn’t like she models how to strive
(in fact she never sought her level best,
a higher truth, an answer or a quest).
She lacks a sense of humor and she’s glib.
She’s quick to judge and selfish and repressed.
We think she left her passions in the crib.

(Dizain)

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