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Category: Poems

Beauty Is
The greens of Spring
Are everywhere
Swarming among the sunny hills
And valleys

Tonight a supermoon
Rises like clockwork
And fills the night
With reflected glory

An overwhelming beauty
Without vanity
Or consciousness
Or expectation

Merely a confluence
Of light and matter
Within the confines
Of the cosmos’ laws

It feels no grief
Or dread or joy
Nor does it offer
An insight of its own

Save what is in our minds
And that belongs
To us alone
Not some higher power
And Clean the Bowl
What I can't help
Thinkin' is how
The party of
Lincoln is now

Would Honest Abe
Vote to impeach
Or see it more
As overreach?

I'd like to think
He'd look at Trump
And vote to flush
That steamin' lump
No One But You
Are you tired of people?
Are you fed up with fools?
Has your mellow been harshed
By all of their rules?

Then why not just split
And cut off all contact?
Abandon your stake in
This lame social contract?

Just head for the hills
Find yourself a nice cave
Blow out the bear stink
And stop having to shave

Now you’re in charge, man
So kick back and enjoy it
None of those bozos
Is here to destroy it

I should mention here, though
One link is a bit weak
Cause if that bear comes back
Then you’ll be up Shit Creek
It's not the heat
It's the humanity
Pushing and shoving and
Shouting profanity
Humans all hurtling
Toward a calamity
Maybe next time I'll
Come back as a manatee
Assuming, of course
We still have a planetee
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