Fake News

Fake news is in the news

If that can be believed

What’s true or false is hard to tell

It’s so easy to be deceived

 

Exaggeration, if you will

Is one old type of lie

But what of calling others names

In an effort to decry?

 

A tweet or text, or video clip

Sent, cannot be denied

Inconsistency may also be fake

Specially to mask one’s pride

 

More On The God Thing (In Which God Does America Trust?)

Pantheists think reality shows the divine

Agnostics hold that this can’t be proven

Atheists believe there aren’t any gods

But is that a valid conclusion?

 

Religion seriously troubles me

Is there one that is clearly the best?

How many people make a choice,

Weighing theirs against the rest?

 

Was I born lucky, in the right faith?

Should I feel sorry for those who were not?

Does my God hold me above all of them,

And should they accept their lot?

 

Whose God will decide the fate of the world?

Does mine have plans for you?

Am I allowed to question its will?

Or must that be accepted too?

 

Does God have a personality of its own,

And moods that we need to mark well?

Does it feel anger, if we err on the path?

If so, how are we able to tell?

 

If I have an eternally lasting soul

Let a kind God be the judge of its fate

If that isn’t the one I have just now

I must swap it before it’s too late

 

If your God is actually the one I call mine,

But known by a different name.

Then our differences can’t be all that great

So, we should treat everyone just the same

 

Deaf NOT Daft

Dappled conversations

Confusing to the ear

Brightly tinkling chatter

Dull, no longer clear

 

Silent slippery sentences

Using lips to lend a clue

Shattered to staccato

Once they’re not in view

 

Sorry, I didn’t catch that

Say it once more, please

I’m deaf not daft, but sadly

Words are like Swiss cheese

Regret

Mark the crashing silence

That fills the pregnant pause

Once unkind words are spoken

Unjustified by cause

 

Might that said be unsaid

With laughter in its place

If time were more forgiving

Regretting not the case

 

A sage would counsel caution

Just sorry words to use

Least said, soonest mended;

A worthy phrase to muse

 

On Valentine’s Day

With spirit soaring on virtual wings

And laughter in his throat

A man in love extols in kind

The girl who has him smote

 

No bitter tongue or poison pen

Can change the heart now set

The fairest lass in all the land

Was his the day they met

 

Gifts have no price that can’t be paid

Nor want that may be spoke

When love’s sure token given free

Casts off the lonesome yoke

 

No path of cinders glowing red

Or dragon to be slayed

Can slow the cause of being wed

To his true virtuous maid

 

Watching Not Helping

She’s such a little darling

He is as good as gold

When asked to look at the TV

They do as they are told

 

Out shopping they’re so helpful

As they run around the store

Bringing things they think I’ll need

Like chocolates, toys and more

 

Dodging round the trolleys

They’re so nimble on their feet

Trying out the pick and mix

And other things to eat

 

Selfish people can be grumpy

When standing in their way

And nasty managers even moan

About their precious display

 

But they don’t see them with their pals

Outside, when I’m not there

They seem to get along just fine

And injuries are rare

 

At school they are so popular

The teachers know them well

They soon would learn their ABC

If they just sit still for a spell

 

I do my best to help them

Like shopping for their clothes

I get the best designer shoes

And piercings for their nose

 

I think that I’m so lucky

Compared to some I know

My kids are independent

And I love to watch them grow.