bully

the bully's pulpit
If Teddy could but eyeroll
that's not what I meant

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crisis

nothing comes as what it seems
perfection promised is a dream
reality eschews

guarantees​ are only worth
the ease with which they are disbursed
bureaucracy ensues

techno-whatsis cutting edge
should simplify life's dreary dredge
engenders more reviews

margins meant for pers'nal play
are getting thinner every day
efficiency induced

it's true we all should have a job
but meaning's scarce in swelling mob
truth is we all are being robbed
by leaders who refuse

but wait

turn the problem on its head
dependency their hope to bred
remember they're just overhead
we lead by what we do

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Inspired by the critical lack of leadership.

Ladies

so many
the flavors the sizes the styles
with attitudes ranging from nurturing to wild
so many
providing exquisite distraction
oblivious of your own unique attraction
and talents and skills and inestimable wealth
of character strength intellectual health

beyond all my longing
what I wish you could do
is see through my eyes
the phenomenal you

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curious

curious
how awash with feeling
no
desire
a much better word
you submit
and I become the slave

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flow

all this turbulence
is bad for my digestion
peace of mind a luxury
I haven't seen in ...
since graduation
when frame about vaunted degree
asunder ripped the fall was free

preoccupied with shape and form
nascent disasters are the normal
serial of champions
we feed too much on crisis ...

truth is the hero is the guy
or gal or other wise enough
to persevere
persist through practice
endless mindless numbing
'til something elegant is born

... and with enough humility
to clean the grime up from the day
engaged in creativity
thrilling in the feel of clay
or taste of words
or any sensual release
of who they really are

so meta have we all become
instant the gratification
we all depend upon

some turbulence shakes off the dust
aerates the stream disrupts the rust
spurs (r)evolution of ideas
but constant turmoil just adds years
in very little time

I'd rather let my breathing slow
attain a rhythm resonant
within the ether where I go
an existential resident
dependent on laminar flow
and glide
                 gracefully
                                   glide

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Inspired, yet again, by one of RC deWinter's Shorties with Selfies.

left wanting

seeing me
for what I am
despite their appetites
the sirens' chorus
silent grows
from time my ship
into view hoves
until behind horizon goes
the tallest of my sails

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tidal bore

safety net
as way of life
it wasn't meant to be
fishing school seems boarded up
perhaps it's just a hologram
an image of devoutly wished
intended to attract the fish

leadership
both left and right
more than a bit behind
selfish fools or one fry short
perhaps it's just a bit of both
more than a little ego stroked
some larger fish's agenda stoked

the change has come on fast and hard
left quite a few behind
It's not as if we didn't know
that siren song of global flow
the riptide sucking from below
and out
we stood onshore and watched 'em go

and as the labor eddy ebbs
up rises automation's head
a perfect storm to watch with dread

how big's the net and who it's for
distractions from the problem's core
how to employ this dividend
of freed human capacity
look up for opportunity
the stars they beckon nightly
let's not ignore the call

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divest

a moment's quiet introspection
turns to natural connection
with what matters ...
here and now

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Inspired by Gianfranco Aurilio's On a late afternoon in springtime.

heavy

health coach appointment time again
an interlude approached with both
anticipation
     for she is lithe and full of grace
     inspires hope for something more
trepidation
     for goals discussed and set in place
     remain as goals and nothing more
as I wait before I weigh
heavily it dawns
her time wasted
my time waisted
all the something more
that this will ever be

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