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The Tipping Point

We reached the tipping point
when male pattern baldness
and erectile dysfunction
became more important
than curing cancer
or infant mortality.
When all the television shows
about poor people
in situation dramedies
were replaced by “reality” programs
about the hard lives
of people born or married
to wealth and power.

We’re obviously not a culture
that values wisdom:
our elderly are packed off
to nursing homes
or left to dodder around
the halls of congress
with their mighty hard-ons
and full heads of hair.
No one’s passing on their knowledge,
hoping their children
or children’s children
will learn how to run the world
better.

We use our money
to build prisons and graveyards,
then refuse to throw
the folks who belong there
into these investments.

We practicing not letting go:
keeping up with the Joneses
dying with the most toys
while the rest of the world
starves to death.

15 MAY 2025

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Mr. and Mrs. John Q: double dactyl

Higgledy-piggledy
Public, John Q.
voted for this mess and
gave it no thought:

just what would happen
when truth lost its way
and no ticket back
could be bought.

Higgledy-piggledy,
Mrs. Q. Public
regurgitated her
poor husband’s pablum,

cut off her nose and
destroyed her good looks;
that’s what you get
when you don’t read books.

Higgledy-piggledy
Mr. and Mrs.
bought all the lies they were told,
and elected

a king and a savior,
to keep them from thinking
they needed integrity
to be respected.

14 MAY 2025

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What Urgency: descort

What’s so urgent
all of a sudden?
It’s not like the world woke up yesterday
as a hot mess,
broken into tiny fractions
by some new denominator.

Where have you been?
Wake up and smell the coffee;
some of us been drinking a pot a day
since Reaganomics
trickled down from the septic tank
on our teenage heads.
Some even longer.

My grandpa had a book titled
“The Antichrist in Rome”
in a worn leather cover from before the depression.
Was he born in 1900 already woke,
or just poor, orphaned, son of a drunk fiddler
who toured the Great Lakes
looking for the sporting life?
Who knows.

What has changed since then?
Not much,
if we’re “being honest.”

Illusions come and go. Some die harder than others.
My second generation immigrant self
was chewing out of its
cocoon
before the last election.

13 MAY 2025

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Score None for Everyone: deibhidhe

When kingdoms fall, what is left
besides the dead and bereft?
War leaves all wounded and poor –
most more wretched than before.

Who cares how right the victors,
their flags, displayed in pictures,
atop the now rotting crop
of those stopped. In the bookshops,

pundits from the winning side
boost sales, playing on our pride:
we’ve won and evil is done!
The score: none for everyone.

13 MAY 2025

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The Way of Not Alone: cywydd llosgyrnog

The way is not so wild and free
that you walk independently
or win victory alone.
You may travel without a clue
of who or what walks next to you,
there through all that you have known.

You cannot split yourself away –
when other leaves, you cannot stay.
Life plays and grows between you.
Each breath keeps both of you alive
from birth to death. The whole survives;
it thrives, if you mean it to.

12 MAY 2025

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There is Singing: cywydd deuair hyrion

Listen to the birds; they sing
each morning at dawn’s lifting,
before the dew dries away
as the now becomes today.

Who knows why they keep at it?
Most see no real benefit
in trilling out little tunes;
there’s much work to do by noon.

We sing so little these days,
getting ourselves bent sideways
with the world, so full of fear,
letting beauty disappear

when we could celebrate it.
Each evening is still moonlit,
and darkness is so quiet.
We need a song. Just try it.

12 MAY 2025

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Lighten Up Already: cywydd deuair fyrion

Why is your verse
so depressing?
It makes it worse,
all this stressing;

no matter how
you use your words
to focus now
on the absurd

thing in the room,
the evil beast,
who needs more gloom?
Cheer up! At least

pretend to see
flowers and sky,
or just maybe
something on high

to give us hope.
Stop with the mirk!
We’ve enough rope;
more knots won’t work.

Besides, your life
is not that bad;
you love your wife,
and what you have

is good enough
to keep you sane.
So lighten up!
Don’t just complain.

09 MAY 2025

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