Can’t tell them apart
Are they friend or are they foe?
Best just kill them all
The new patriot’s
Nursery rhyme: Enemies
Here, there, everywhere
No understanding
Of how the world really works
Yet cocky and sure
Give a gift each day
Make it great, worth receiving
Success will follow
The great author’s voice
Transforms truth from personal
To universal
Commitments are made
Contracts you sign with yourself
You will find the time
They love the drama
But ask how can he be so
Hopelessly naïve
Snows falls like powder
Light and winsome through the night
Crusty hard by day
Covering one eye
Makes you easy to attack
Ruins depth perception
We all make mistakes
Some cut far deeper than others
But all can be healed
The best stories have
Symbols supplied by readersNot forced by writers
That which inspires
Gets lost in mundane details
Livelihood not life
Wore slippers to work
Next will be soft blankets and
Sipping hot cocoa
You are a dear friend
Should be said more than it is
Love and peace to you
Suffice it to say
The family’s doing well
And send you our best
Life’s often busy
Holidays uniquely so
Choices must be made
No letter this year
So sorry to disappoint
Do better next year
New Patriots say
His death buys my liberty
Price we must all pay
Old patriots asked
For liberty or their death
They lived free or died
He’s got the talent
Unrefined by discipline
No platform for launch
Let it grow too long
And now it’s hard to pull up
Best to prune or dig?
Two men meet for lunch
One has what the other wants
But no will to give
Whose side are you on?
Sometimes you need to pick sides
Most of the time not
I’m tired and crabby
What would life bring if I wasn’t
So tired and crabby?
You need to make choices
Some boxes you tear wide open
Some keep tightly shut
Seems like harmless fun
Until hours have ticked on by
More like obsession
Making an impact
Voice beginning to be heard
Bring change to the crowd
Moves from place to place
Unable to find meaning
Fiction reflects life
New group of critics
Not as helpful as the last?
Or too soon to tell?
Google ‘Smith’ then ‘Chen’
Smith wins, but there are more Chens
Google sees a slice
Dream you’re someone else
Not who you want to be, but
A mind you can’t know
