I’m calling a halt to the jive about Trump
I haven’t gone barmy, in need of my bumps
felt, but Yanks know him well for his time on the stump
and STILL put him up there and still primed his pump.
He can’t help his looks (well, apart from that clump
on the top of his bonce that appears like a dump).
And next to Obama he seems like a chump
Not charming nor erudite. More of a grump
With the press he’s been gifted you’d think he would flump
in the back of the bar or a faraway tump.
No, there’s too many trolls; and I’m not one to slump
Let’s just throw him some rope and see if he’ll jump.
Al Barz, Inauguration Day USA.
Gazing past the winter
you can smell more than roses,
more than fresh-turned soil.
Search for glimpses
in Nature’s hideaways
of last year’s lost moments.
Leaves, unswept on your path,
a source of unfortunate worms
for Spring-hungry birds.
Sometimes we grow so much
that simple pleasures
escape our sophisticated minds.
This grave is for a wealthy man,
just look at the beautiful marble
hiding his destitution.
We each rise from our own Spring
hoping forth brightly
where joy waits in a far field.