A Mother’s Tears
Mother Earth drowning in tears
begs for a lifeline
but no one hears.
Sitting in a speeding train
is no time to point fingers
or to play guessing games.
She calls for sacrifice,
not on the altar with a knife,
but in our consumer attitude.
Will we listen to her plea?
Will we live more modestly?
Will we turn off our TV?
To Winter I look back with dread,
the bitter wind and bone-chilling cold he held.
To Summer’s sunny skies I cast a friendly gaze,
to its cornucopia I extend a warm embrace.
My cherry and apple blossoms, spirits of the sky,
bring joy and hope to every little girl and guy.
My symphony of flowers, nurtured lovingly,
carpet the white wind-swept desert left to me.
is the talk of the day,
robots taking our jobs away,
buried in history.
Intelligence, I dare say
comes from Nature, our DNA,
not from silicone microchips
implanted in robots to mimic me.
The smallest amoeba
is more intelligent
than any microchip, no matter how big.
Silicon life would have developed eons ago,
when carbon life started to grow.
another scheme of dark money
to degrade humanity?
The Pursuit of Happiness
Happiness knows not desire.
Desire knows not happiness.
in the other’s presence.
Happiness knows not greed,
for greed is a friend of desire.
Happiness knows not hunger.
Hunger knows not happiness.
Each disappears in the other’s presence.
Poverty knows happiness only to a degree.
Happiness knows not pride, arrogance
hatred, judgment and abuse.
Happiness knows freedom and the power to dream.
Pursuit of happiness was the American Dream.
Pursuit of wealth is the American Dream, today.
Pursuit of wealth is driven by greed and desire.
As greed and desire know not happiness,
the new American Dream is the pursuit of unhappiness.
Is that not what we see in society today?
unheard of yesterday,
distorted the American Dream.
Commercials with rich happy people having fun
equate wealth, fun and glamour to happiness.
The new American Dream may be here to stay,
though it doesn’t need to be this way!
trouble and tribulation
bond family members
Family is belonging,
branches of the same tree,
sharing warmth, security
that shape destiny.
Family is more
than a tree metaphor,
it’s a network
of people with
a shared pedigree.
A family network
is more like a brain
billions of neurons
trillions of connections,
me a single neuron in a large family.
On Family Day,
let your neurons fire
every which way,
so connections will not decay,
from lack of prior use, pardon the cliche.
On this Family holiday,
celebrate your connections,
reflect on the love you share
with those far and near,
whom you hold so dear.
Where is the Love You Promised Me?
Contemplating life in my easy chair,
with wrinkled skin and white hair,
after many years of worship and prayer,
it's abundantly clear to me:
God erred spectacularly!
With so much turmoil and inequity,
so much war and catastrophe,
so much illness and poverty,
no respectable deity would want to be
the architect of life on Planet Three.
Better seeds I would have sown:
love, tolerance, justice, empathy,
respect, peace and tranquility,
by ALL humanity!
Love’s Colour is Blue
Love’s Colour is Blue
Boo to the notion of cold blue,
old notion linked to sky and sea,
but not to botany!
Down by the hill,
a field of Bird-Bill,
a tapestry of cerulean petals
and warm canary pistils,
speaks to me of serenity,
fills my heart with melody
and the mind with thoughts of Melanie.
The valley, carpeted by blue daisies
with yellow pistils, like miniature suns,
sets my heart on fire
and fills me with desire
wondering if she loves me, or not,
as I pluck petals one-by-one
hoping I’ll be the one.
Remember the old lovers’ day cliche,
Roses are red, violets are blue?
Love’s colour is blue!
Oh the grudgery,
aimed at me.
I can see it in his eyes,
laser beams ready
to vaporize me.
What, you’re wondering,
did I do or say,
for such grudgery
to come my way?
I looked at him
as he approached along the way
and said good morning,
have a nice day!
It was the wrong thing to say,
for the poor devil’s having a bad day.
But tomorrow he’ll be okay,
he might have a good day,
or maybe not!
Octopus and Me
Deep beneath the sea,
where no shadows hide,
is where you’ll find Octopus and me
daydreaming in darkness, silently.
In the caverns of my mind,
where my shadow hides sparingly,
you’ll find Octopus and me
meditating in suspended harmony.
Octopus, you may be wondering,
is an octogenarian like me,
looking for brotherly company.