Impatience {My Ken, Zen}

Impatience, my foe,

stays with me where e’er I go...

best I tranquil grow.

 

Let Humor Wend

When problems taint with ennui blue

and set the tone for your milieu.

Let humor cast its subtle light

to tint your world an azure hue.

{From my CD, A Soupcon of Sun.}

 

The Don’s Goal

Delay of game when close to end

makes Trunp think he can send

all of his games with overtimes,

but may not work for scores of  crimes.

 

The Line Jumper

Here’s to you who breach the queue

cause you can’t wait for your just due.

Oh God, may you be hexed

to find you’re always next

while you are waiting for the loo.

 

Stay Afloat {Senryu}

When plight rides a tide,

best you try to stay afloat...

supreme antidote.

 

Humor

       Something said with humor

     can pale the darkest night.

     And the heaviest of burdens

     can swiftly become light.

     For each unraveled yarn

     that humor weaves with wit,

     reveals that if you laugh at Fear

     he’ll loose his hold a whit.

 

 

The Constitution

 

Three branches of government

our Constitution did create.

The Senate and the Supreme Court

must pray the House with all three mate.

 

And, all of the three, Trump easily

morphed some puppets that he can guide.

But smart he’s not for he forgot

by votes his ploy was nullified.

 

The Don now claims he did not lose

and with anger his Big Lie spews.

 So many times he’s proven wrong,

prison is where he does belong.

 

 

The desert is an arid waste.

Life’s liquid but a precious taste.

Yet foolish man builds there unchecked

expecting nature to keep pace.

 

The Don’s Faithful

When pols don’t seem to know the rules

are they attempting to defraud...

or are they merely stupid fools

whose minds are very flawed?

 

The Don says the last vote afoul

though found that is not true.

Some of faithful pols are bitching now

for they oft do what fools must do.

(Trump doesn’t care, they aid despair.)

 

Pat

Happy Anniversary #32

 Thirty-two years ago this day

we made the vow our love won’t end.

Though knew that oft skies can be grey

her smile and warmth could all gloom mend.

 

Over thirty years has aged us

and time made bodies wane.

But our true love will stay our plus,

and our vow still will be Time’s bane

                                                     Jim

 

It’s your life {Senryu}

Never let your course

be bound by foes or friends...

control where life wends.

 

 

Harmony

Music, and life, and poetry

should shun what breeds cacophony.

Yet seems that critics of the arts

choose rap and crap to foist on me.

                 The Quill

The quill can stroke; can wound; can cleave.

It can inspire, instruct, deceive.

A weapon with unholy force

when used to stir what fiends conceive.

 

 

Zen-U.S. Constitution

Change Amendment I!

That said must always be true...

make lying taboo!

 Labor Day

It’s just another holiday?

You should read the tale

of how the Pullman strike

made U.S. pols turn pale.

 

The government reacted

with soldiers and police.

The workers had a wildcat strike...

made commerce almost cease.

 

The Prez knew angry workers

must be mollified.

He pledged to them a holiday

to honor those that died.

 

Now Labor Day is many things

as summer fun is over.

We should cease to wear white clothes...

even your dog Rover.

 

Soon school will start, vacations end,

we picnic and have fun.

But, remember as you play,

the workforce this day won.

 

Trump MAGA Saga

Trump is no longer president,

but as The Don it’s evident.

His threats to RINO lives

make red pols fear all he contrives.

{Some choose to pose as his best friend...

pray his control anon will end.}

 

 Jim Cox has updated his poems for September 2022 on his poetry website http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com, 

 

Rhymed Senryu-Bliss

Life brings joy and pain.

Soul, skill and wit wax and wane...

love can bliss maintain.