My favorite pet is the one we do not own
But watch and maintain in their natural habitat
They deserve the right to be and exist without interference
For safety and the nature of our coexistence
They will need to be somewhat contained and population controlled
If it means that we are pushed a little closer
for that reason
So be it
We didn’t complain about living in townhomes
Or in Pods or racks
We made due
Given that all the space we truly
need is atop a yoga mat

Structure should guide us
Fairness is granted to all
Peace in rules we trust.

Mr. president
It is two thousand twenty-four,
It has become evident,
America needs unity once more.

The republic is at stake,
Adams, Jefferson, and Franklin
Are in agreement,
We go to war at daybreak.

Democracy has been stained.
By the media meant to inform
That would rather leave us
divided and out brained.

Now it is families.
With different views
At war with each other
Based on the channel
One is so called truth
The other is fake news

You visit for a moment,
Accept a breath of hospitality,
Then dash away again.
You share your company briefly.

But in that time, oh,
The magic you bring.
From tiny eggs to instars
To gloriously patterned wing.

I watched you hatch and crawl,
Grow, shed and wriggle.
You change your dress. Your
New look makes me giggle.

You give me joy and delight
With your aerial ballet.
My royal friend, magician,
Harlequin at play,

As tribalism reactionary rhetoric
new meaning and outrage
take center stage in a cultural divide
interpretation becomes key
if you’re trying to effectively
get a point across to the other side

Take for example offensive as in offense
ponder the meaning of this
is it opportunity for advantage
striving for the upper hand in a game
or angst-inducing like a swearword
a hateful or demeaning diss

Less
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

One impression that I was left with
From my years spent in this world
Was all of the ways
It desperately needed me to be
Less

Feel less
Feel pain less
Fear less
Grieve less
Show us your suffering less

Be quieter
Smaller
More cautious
More careful

Don’t aim so high
Don’t set your hopes so high
Don’t reach for such big things
Don’t sing with all of your might

Going for walks in the hood,
you walked ahead on the grass
When I stopped, you did also,
I talked to you as we went along.

I loved the way you looked both ways
continuously when crossing the streets,
I marveled at the intellect that was you
taking enormous pride that we belonged.

We traveled everywhere together,
in my 1967 Pontiac goat(GTO) you rode
resting in my lap, with window view,
on my motorcycle, nestled inside my jacket.

All this music in the background
placating my tender ears.
Lace my feelings with a drop of of thunder
and again with saddened tears.
My furtive motives are'nt grounded.
They take flight from ear to ear.
They hear and feel things, far within.
Sounds that ring so loud and clear.
Take me far into the midnight,
waft away in colored balloons.
Let me run through fields of tulips,
join my voice with choral strains.
Every sound is so enchanting.
Won't you come and sing with me!

Love in spring season
Prettier than all others
Vibrantly alive

So giddy within
Teeming delight more blissful
Rejoicing splendor

Enthralled by its bloom
Curious yet Courageous
Spring is eternal

You left me
To be with her

You drank her down
And came home to me

You thought I wouldn’t know
But I could smell her on your breath

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You brought her home
And I let it slide

Again and again
I found her in my bed

I finally gained the courage
To tell you no more

“If you bring her home again
I won’t stick around”

And you brought her home again.
It was between me and her…

You chose her.
And I’m sorry…

Sorry,
That I wasn’t your drug of choice.