It’s a Long Way to Tipperary
before they realize they’re going
the wrong way? And when they
realize it, how long will it take
before they change direction? All
the friends we make along the way,
how can we say goodbye to them
when we no longer believe what
they have to say? It’s a long way
to Tipperary, a long way to go;
but to get to Tipperary, we have
to know how to get there, and who
can we trust to show us the way?
Rabbit Holes
that I don’t know where to step,
and I walk gingerly through my day;
but I’m getting tired of stepping
here and there, making sure that I don’t
fall again into another nether world
of doubtful truth and/or truthful doubt,
enantiodromiac blends of negative
and positive life forces that individuate
the soul of our predicament, hoping
always for a better tomorrow.
Putin’s Nightmare
Thursday, February 24, 2022, the day,
month, and year of the unthinkable horror
of the unprovoked invasion of Ukraine
by Russia’s nuclear-threatening war
machine, decimating cities and murdering
innocent people, displacing millions
from their homes and country, all to satisfy
President Vladimir Putin’s egomaniacal
lust to make real his demented dream
of resurrecting his country to its former
Soviet glory, and the genocidal murder
of distinctly Ukrainian people, many old
enough to remember the unthinkable horror
of the Nazi holocaust, crying in one voice
for the world to help them survive
Putin’s nightmare.
Like a Hapless Fool
knowing what I know is not enough
to fill a thimble, and what I do
know may or may not be true, and
I don’t know what to do as Putin’s
bombs make rubble of Ukrainian
cities, killing innocent people
and displacing millions, what to do,
what to say, what to think in times
like this; I honestly do feel
like a hapless fool.
