Skip to content

Tag: blame

Blame the Mess: rondel supreme

Published on June 25, 2025

The world’s become a ghastly mess,
and we have just ourselves to blame.
What good is keeping score? The game
we’re playing, who can guess?

There’s no use wailing in distress,
or pointing fingers. What a shame
the world’s become a ghastly mess,
and we have just ourselves to blame.

If we were honest, we’d confess
our guilt in making things so lame.
We hate the rich, but want the same,
no matter who must live with less.
The world’s become a ghastly mess,
and we have just ourselves to blame.

25 Jun 2025

Leave a Comment

Straighten the Story: cyrch a chwta

Published on May 9, 2025

Let me get this story straight:
do not act now, sit and wait
for the right hour, while the hate
in shadows there at the gate
shows no signs it will abate?
Why let darkness be our fate,
when we could stand up and fight
using light to save the state?

Tell me one more time, just why
it makes sense to bide our time,
not raising a hue and cry
while our big dreams start to die
engulfed by a horrid lie
that hope is dead? We can try,
or deserve some of the blame,
the shame, if we just comply.

09 MAY 2025

Leave a Comment

Learn to Sing the Blues

Published on April 8, 2025

Nothing to choose:
only new ways to lose;
learn to sing the blues
retweeting evening news.

And in the end, the ruse?
That life’s a pleasure cruise
and not a dog that chews
through everything of use;

that every cut and bruise
and all your worn-out shoes
will be sufficient dues
to get you passage through.

What victories excuse
our sink back to the ooze?
No matter what your views,
each of us stands accused.

Somebody’s fault, but whose,
when misery ensues?
Don’t waste your fire or booze
on a few old statues.

What method will you use
to propagate your views?
When suffering’s old news,
we all just sing the blues.

08 APR 2025

Leave a Comment

The Shadow

Published on August 13, 2024

Does the Shadow know
what evil lurks in our hearts,
how deep our vileness?
To plumb to our bitter core
takes piercing light, not darkness.

Besides, evil grows
in our mind, our thoughts of self;
not in the heart’s realm.
We think up lines in the sand
and imagine us and them.

Why is there such need
to point our finger outward,
carving up the world?
Why waste so much precious time
dividing up all the blame?

13 AUG 2024

Leave a Comment

The Great Lies: curtal sonnet

Published on February 14, 2017

When all at once the world decides to fail,
on such and such a day, when pundits claim
to clearly see our leaders in the ooze
of mad careening chaos, and then rail,

without a single scrap or crumb of shame,
that all exclusive blame for the great ruse
lies with our high command, not you and I,
what prize can that debate’s proud winner claim?

When of our fictions we are disabused,
what does it matter which of the great lies
we choose?

14 FEB 2017

Leave a Comment

Both Kinds of Good

Published on March 16, 2016

It should be said (at least one time in jest)
that in the world exist two kinds of good
to separate what matters from the rest,
for use by some discerning soul who could

in keening the true nature of a thing
believe their observations to be fact,
and, damned be the naysay blabbering,
to light the world with simple, subtle tact.

To say the thing could scarce but make it so!
The world believes the magic of such words,
and will, despite what evidence may show,
imagine rocks transformed to cooing birds.

And what are these two parts of goodness named?
The pointing finger, and its share of blame.

14 MAR 2015

Leave a Comment

It’s Our Fault

Published on April 2, 2014

If the world was better in your youth,
and kids had much more sense;
if things once great have gone to shit,
and nothing makes much sense,

you only have yourself to blame:
your parenting did this.
How damned convenient it must be,
what ignorance and bliss,

to vainly praise your parents’ ways
and how well you turned out.
Explain to me the reason why,
because I have some doubt,

why nothing that you learned so well
you passed on to your kids,
and how, despite your efforts,
our whole future’s on the skids.

2 APR 2014

Leave a Comment