Category Archives: Political and Philosophical Musings

Who in this whirled is taking a dump on Trump’s efface? Off Putting Lip Schtick on a Chauvinist Pig They made an epic play For a bomb A nation In its berth Facing black and white Make up! Make up! … Continue reading →

I find laughter a beautifully open space for awe good things to emerge. Pastoral Posture I stumbled up On God Laughing in a field And before long Found ourselves In strange plays A staggering experience Solidly grounded As couldn’t help … Continue reading →

Think bigger, in large life… Thinking Outside, The Box Know matter How hard They had knot The wear with awe To fashion a box big enough To whole my soul Thankfully, an ever expanding universe By enlarge Suits me Deeply … Continue reading →

This poem emerged from a dream that I had. The dream was of a herd of lemmings racing toward a cliff. A single lemming froze in place like a single frame in a movie.  The other lemmings continued largely like … Continue reading →

One way that folks avoid deeper awakenings is by settling for “good enough.” I suspect that the disturbing nature of seeking higher goods, by their claim on paying a cost for our “values,” is one major reason that we lean … Continue reading →

In post truth social media, we must be vigilante, my friends! Relax, Into Propaganda Red in Their sacred texts ALL CAPS know less For whom much is give in Much is re-choired In His image maid Such hollowed ground As … Continue reading →

There is overwhelming public support for increasing taxes on the richest Americans. This stands in sharp contrast to Trump’s proposed second round of huge tax cuts for the richest, mostly paid for by borrowing, that is increasing the debt, and … Continue reading →

One of my pet peeves is illustrated by the phrase, “throwing the baby out with the bathwater.” We seem to be in a reign of babies as severe critiques of a problem are adopted and the labor of birthing a … Continue reading →

The rubes are lining up for the bounce back… Rubber Ball Welcome To the rubber ball What Bounces Off me Sticks to you Words will knot Hurt you But the stoned will Using Conned ‘em Screwing

There is more than won way to respond to winning the existence lottery… Post Lottery Win Syndrome Halving won The existence lottery I could know more Complain

The profits speak, for themselves. Make Moses Grate Agin Trump ass ends His throne Of porcelain whiteness And what can A profit say Butt Let my people go And do do it Rashly In the end Won Among many plagues … Continue reading →

Unlimited money in politics guarantees that the rich will run US, and assure that one person, one vote is contorted to the point of knot democracy. Lucky 13 – Owed to Being Played The Trump regime A poisonous glut punch … Continue reading →

A head full of dead white men’s thoughts can be a dangerous thing. Perhaps we should diversify into a whole new world. This poem also is a tip of the hat to Winston Churchill’s comical but useless quote: “History is … Continue reading →

I see God as too big for any one religion or worldview. I discover truth in so many forums, of awe kinds. I see a transcendent abundance inviting me into overwhelming gratitude. The wrest is details of any given branding … Continue reading →

Loser that I am, I have learned, often the hard weigh, that not getting what I want can bring forth good, even better. May we not be suckered into that tempting bettor of insisting on winning all the time. Pre-Mature … Continue reading →

A phrase oft repeated in our household is “Some people have too much money.” I subscribe to the ancient wisdom that you can’t serve two master: God AND money. The dividing line between these two worldviews seems to be about … Continue reading →

You can’t idiot proof wisdom. Or, perhaps more aptly, as Mark Twain is reported to have said: “Don’t argue with a fool. They will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.” The Gulf of Wisdom Can … Continue reading →

Making anti-fascism great again is a life well spent. What Can Save US? What can save US In the dawn of mourning At high noon Or the mettle of the night Hanging on for deer life In the king’s forced … Continue reading →