I cry cowardly over my leather shoes
The moan of hateful speech
Beacons a new wrath
The exotic clover has grown
Dried up and shriveled
Bequeathed
For the next generation
A sensational generation
My hope and dream
So I do my part in planting hope and optimism
Even in this world of ever deep division
Our hopes and dreams
Bequeathed from our fathers and mothers
Have been squandered away
On cheap things
Start the New Year
Pour the Coffee
Sweet grapefruit
With bitter ends
Sweet caramel sugar grains
The new year unfold in front of us
Like a vacuum sealed bag
Breaking at the seems
So it begins again
We plan something new
Something great
I hope to be a part of 2017
Gather the charades
Words sassy and icky
Unbound from the sound
Of a letter passing through our mouths
A royal kettle cooking
New ingredients
Indecent
If your enemy of an enemy
Is your friend
How can we content each other
Strange bedfellows to follow
How can the world swallow
Such indifference and insensitive hopes
Let’s gather the charades
And know
That the words themselves
Are our hope
“Wanderlust”
Today we celebrate
Our family
Which is always changing
Revolving
Unsolved
And loved family
Remember me this December
There is an old saying
Don’t forget what has been made beautiful
As the trees glow
Hopeful
I am hopeful too
Not in politics or structure
But in each other
I am renewed with hope
Freshened
With every flake falling on the ground
The frigid winter bears on
Hearts will be warmed with ideals
But ideals are cheap to truth
Even though hate can reign in the new year
Please remember this December
For the love we all share
The paltry destruction
Dirty and tan
Unknown in expression
But less heard of
I am uncertain
Pushing my own hands now on the curtain
I have never seen such an obtainable truth
If we could only see it through
We must take command of our own hands
Yearn for hope and truth
Unity through diversity
Diversity in me and you
Words today run short
Shorter than days
Longer than moments
In this moment
Give me the words
We are carried in the carriage
Ragged and old
We must find new wheels
New axels
Our carriage can’t carry
Us much longer
Not like this
We are going to break the carriage
Disparage
Can we please fix the carriage
Poems on current affairs
Or the state of the current affair
I am not sure how to decipher
Explain
The difference
I mean
Who cares
Underwater drones seized
I guess this is what it will be
The new normal
Is not normally
Going along
In a world changing
Faster than my hands can type
This type of change is uncertain
WE LACK HOPE
We lack direction
We lack the ability
To detect a fraud
Before its inception
What’s the use
It is just the new
Something we have to get used to
A Cup of Songwriting 