How will we save the planet? (aka We Didn’t Start the Fire 2.0)

Hydroponic, symbiotic, solar-powered farmings fun.

How can someone save the planet when she lacks a green thumb?

Loca-voring, and divesting, raising chickens cage free.

Walking, sailing, cargo biking, canning fruit straight from the tree.

 

How will we save the planet?

When it’s all so crazy

and I feel so lazy.

How will we save the planet?

There’s so much to learn

meanwhile the planet’s burnin’

 

Wind turbines, electric cars, siphon power from the stars

How will I survive if I can’t get my daily candy bars?

Building bunkers, keeping bees, local living economies

Crop rotating, fertilizing, don’t forget the heirloom seeds.

 

How will we save the planet?

When it’s all so crazy

and I feel so lazy.

How will we save the planet?

There’s so much to learn

meanwhile the planet’s burnin’

 

How will we save the planet?

I’m sure she’ll keep turning,

But we’ll all be burning.

How will we save the planet?

I can’t tell who’s winning

and the world keeps spinning.

 

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Rest. Rant.

Riding through Italian Market on my bike, watching vendors lay out winter squash and imported lychees,  a red-lettered sign catches my eye.

REST   RANT

Early morning brain prevents me from getting the joke for a solid minute and in that time I try to follow this new rule set forth by this unknown guru.

REST.

I begin to breathe deeply,  clear my mind.  Relax my muscles, feel the damp fall air lick my skin.

RANT.

Whatwillhappenifwedon’tgetclimatechangeundercontrol?!!!!!!!!

REST.

A wrinkled, crisp leaf circles in a wind swirl and my mind follows its delicate dance.

RANT.

Incomeinequalityisnotsustainableandwillleadinevitablytobloodyrevolution!!!

REST

I imagine my son’s third birthday candles glowing in front of his face. Maybe we should decorate it with the left over Halloween candy.

Forests of lollipops on fields of kit-kat crumbs, a three-year olds heaven.

RANT

Thiscountryissoracistanditsthechildrenwhosufferwhatcouldpossiblybewrong

withfundingfgoodpubliceducationforall?!?!

REST (AU) RANT!

Now I get it.

A Mother’s Survival Shanty

Swimming lessons are first

to prepare for the worst.

I guess sailing could be useful too.

Some kind of marshal art.

When things fall apart.

Self-defense in a world gone cuckoo.

 

Perhaps building a fire,

or recognizing a liar.

Who knows what will keep them alive?

Building shelter by hand,

coaxing food from the land.

When I’m gone what will help them survive?

 

The world’s begun cooking

and so I am looking

for ways to build skills and plant seeds,

to help my kids weather

well, weather the weather

in the new world we made with our greed.

 

We danced

“You let me lead you.”

The music played.

“I truly need you.”

The poet said.

 

“Without you reading,

these words just sit.

I’d just be leading

inside a pit.”

 

“Instead we’re whirling.

The music flows.

Though I may be twirling

right on your toes!”

 

“We laughed about it.

You saw me try.

You didn’t doubt

my words should fly.”

 

“And so I thank you.

You took a chance.

You read my poems.

You joined my dance.”

NaPoWriMo 2013:  Final

Mouse wars

Listen up mice!

When you invade my home

you are about as cute

as the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man.

 

Yes, your soldiers have followed us

from Chicago, to Washington D.C.

and now to our home, our safe haven

in the City of Brotherly Love

We are not Brothers you and I.

 

My cousin says

I should get out my flute

pipe you right out

cackling gleefully

as you march to your doom.

 

My girlfriend’s Babchi

found your weakness.

“Bacon, dental floss, snap trap.”

Others agree. Death for you

should be sudden, swift,

unceremonious.

 

Your scratching, sniffing

scurrying, spying,

has turned this peacemaker

into a killer. I agree

with what Susan said,

“The only good mouse,

is a dead mouse.”

R.I.P. Mickey.

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NaPoWriMo 2013: Day 29

Process Note: Built from Facebook comments about my war with the mice.

 

 

 

The Hares of Cancelvania

Bee and Frog climbed a hill past the bog,

On their way to Cancelvania

They had heard that up there

All the townies were bears

Posessed by some sort of mania

 

Abuzz and ahop, they soon reached the top

And their eyes grew wide as four moons

Instead of strange bears

they found hundreds of hares

holding bear-shaped helium balloons!

 

They danced! They leaped! They sprang on huge feet!

Bee and Frog were not sure what to do.

Till the smallest among them

came right up between them

shouting, “Haroo there! How di de doo?”

 

Bee said, “Bzzy as always.” Frog shied away

feeling frightened of such a to-do.

He said,” What is this fare?”

“Why all the bears?”

And then sat down and cried on his shoe.

 

Hare scurried near, “Why, there’s nothing to fear.”

You are welcome to join in our fun!”

Frog looked up in surprise

Bee dried the tears from his eyes.

And they all went to play in the sun.

At the Hare Bear Fare there in the sun!

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NaPoWriMo 2013: Day 24

Reunion Confusion

Why do I want to see them all

from twenty years ago?

Although we do not write or call,

why do I want to see them all?

To throw some kind of midlife Ball?

To re-live what? I just don’t know.

Why do I want to see them all

from twenty years ago?

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NaPoWriMo 2013:  Day 23

Aarati’s Fortune Cookies

fortune cookie

1.You will walk farther in comfortable shoes.

2.  Your beliefs will take you half way to your destiny.

3. You will eat pie at least five more times.

4. Your children will be your friends.

5. Your hosting prowess will help save the world.

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NaPoWriMo 2013: Day 21

Today

Today is a day when there’s nothing to say

nothing to write, nothing to bray

nothing to vent and nothing to moan

nothing cry out, nothing to groan

nothing to laugh about

nothing to figure out

nothing to show

nothing to grow

nothing to say

today.

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NaPoWriMo 2013: Day 18

 

Something About Eli

Eli

 

I want to write something about Eli

quintessential second of two

I want to write something about Eli

but he’d never demand that I do

 

I want to write something about Eli

if his sister would stop all this chatter

I want to write something about Eli

but I’m running around like a Hatter!

 

I want to write something about Eli

he’s deserving of some of my time

I want to write something about Eli

just one sentence, one story, one rhyme

 

I want to write something about Eli

how his smile’s full of mischief and mirth

I want to write something about Eli

maybe tell you the tale of his birth

 

I want to write something about Eli

how it’s so different having a boy

I want to write something about Eli

but I’m too busy tripping over his toys!

 

I want to write something about Eli

the two-year-old young Houdini

I’d like to write  something about Eli

but I’m hearing his, “Carry you me!”

 

I’d like to write something about Eli

but he wants me to run, jump, and play

So I guess that a poem about Eli

will be written on some other day.

 

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