I will tread gently
and slowly
poetry dislikes poets
in too much hurry

I will be caught
  in the end
  and chastised
  if I write
  to be recognised
  for in that guise
  a victim I will fall
  to silly pride

a  simple stringer
of words and thoughts
through the tumble
of life
a scribbler
a dabbler
a story-teller
on the insignificant side

let the real bards sing
I'll listen in deference
in humility abide

for a small voice
am I
that truth
I shouldn't deny

Slender trees by pond
against light of feeble dawn
day starts with a yawn

but i guess we're always
going to be lonely;
and maybe that's just
what it means to be
truly alive.

Our President jets off for a luxury holiday in Florida
While America stands in the food lines.
Those you’ve pardoned will eat well tonight
But the rest will eat donated sausage.

You need to cover all the mirrors
In the halls of Mara Lago
The evil they’ll reflect of you
Will burn away the silver.

Enjoy your golf and ***** and friends
Lots of goodies wrapped for Baron
More diamonds for Melania
Who likely figures one more year

Til she can be rich and truly free.
We don’t have to wait a year -
Only thirty-one more days.
We’ll still be poor, but we’ll be free.
                   ljm

everything sets at the window

like; drips of moon ink,
the lingered scent of a summer's day

the pleasure of a romantic moment
our smiles, wet with rain
the song of— time in the bottle

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 12, 2020