End of Feb.

The grey days weep

and the waters run where the paths are steep

and the waters seep when they cease to run

and the ways grow deep.

Great winds sweep

and we glimpse the sun

and sense life emerging from winter sleep

as the days grow longer

and seem to bring

a sense, quite false, that we grow stronger,

for we seize and limp

and fail to spring.

Hate Crime

I wrote this and the rondeau redouble about Hilary Clinton's women's march in the voice of a hysterical lefty, a sort of modern day Rick from 'TheYoung Ones' .




I hate crime, as a matter of course, I hate all crime,
I hate most of all a Hate Crime. One can't comprehend

the mindset of someone who hates all the time.

I can't stand people like them. They intend

to cause hurt, I am sure: they are vile, low life, pond slime.

They may not say aught to offend,

but one feels they are fascists; I'd like to drown them in quicklime.

I hate crime, as a matter of course, I hate all crime,

but Hate Crime is worst, there's no rhyme

or reason behind it, nobody can defend

thieves who hate their victims, ungrateful tapeworms living on chyme.

I hate most of all a Hate Crime, one can't comprehend

the attitude.  I'd be tempted to send

any found guilty of such to the gallows, I'd like to watch them climb

the steps, then see them drop, legs kicking. Bring back hanging, I'll gladly attend!

The mindset of someone, who dedicates his time

to hating others, because they are different, is alien, does not chime

with my way of thinking, at all. I would never spend

a minute meditating on how much I detested others, unlike these vermin, living in grime.

I can't stand people like them, they intend

to cause maximum suffering what with their insults and looks, but we'll get them in the end.

we beat Adolf, remember, and they're just like him. Imagine the joy, sublime

elation, ecstasy, we'll feel, knowing every hater's to be put on trial. And let's extend, 

redefine, include Tory thinking:  since Tories are scum we should digest them with an enzyme,

as a matter of course.

Soliloquy for boosting my self esteem

I am not now, nor have I ever been

A mad old cow.

Be gone dull care, for you little know me.

Indeed, it is my sanity, my real disposition,

Tells me silly things I say

Are not true, are flippant, not worthy of me.

This most average quantity, my share

Of sense, this brain all working normally

Is empirical proof.

Vanity might desire

That I am different, some other thing than most,

But that does not mean that I am a stupid old loony.

What a calm, quiet life I have led,

Have lived through each season

In sympathy. The quality

Of each and every task that I have undertaken

Has not been always the highest,

But that does not mean that I have failed.

As duty shapes my life

There isn't room for arrogance

And yet, I ask, what is this great hatred, disgust?

Self must never be

The central focus

Though by my writing I seem to say so.