Whereby yours truly presages and doth abhor
nothing short of an imminent civil war
dwarfing insurrection on January 6, 2021
oddly enough even reducing
ordinary decibels to a mute whisper
madding crowd trumpeting cacophony of ˈthȯr
drowning out sense and sensibility
allowing, enabling, and providing
golden opportunity for anarchy to run rampant
one issuing, earthshaking, and booming
as one collective soul with pride

where Lassie free to run across petco junction

All across the webbed
wide esse Scott's landed wold
emerald green Trifolium
carpets harbor untold
burrows of tiny Leprechauns clover
(leaf) ways grant trifold
wishes if captured might
divulge pot of gold
at rainbow's end, and e'en mend
yar shoes, whence re: souled,

Sometimes we talk about death
and all it has taken away. Maybe we'll find religion,

or look deeper into philosophy, or a similar comfort
to help us manage our grief and concern.

For now, we'll settle for what we have
together, among the here and now.

And maybe, just maybe this
will help keep the unknown at bay.

Dear SafeLink Customer,
(one of the many recipients includes me).

The Federal Communications Commission (FCC) announced that the Affordable Connectivity Program (ACP) is ending, and April 2024 will be the last fully funded month for your benefits if Congress does not provide additional funding.

They say wisdom is the gift of pain,
The lesson learned from what has been lost or gained.
The knowledge of the path that's a person once lead.
The thoughts engraved like a chisel to stone. Laying deep within our head.

My knowledge, experience my wisdom was once for told,
He knew before it did, But I felt it through my body right down to the tips of my toes.
Like a surge of electricity the thought came to me. "Don't travel this journey"
But in my heart I needed to be free.

4 a.m.
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

If you’re up like I am at 4 a.m.
I wonder if you are

Rocking a newborn baby boy
Sitting vigil at a bedside

A blue-collar worker
A CEO whose car arrived for your flight

Young and free ravers
Stressing that rent is near due

Lovers
Lonely

Starting a 6 mile run
Or sick and suffering too

To those awake at this hour,
I hope rest will find you soon.

Written March 13, 2024
© 2024 Kelly Ann Wilson

Trying to think what to say
only this ringing in my ears.
Not sure I understand today —
certainly can’t see future years.

What I say may not be
exactly what you hear
if filtered through your history,
past heartbreak, joy or fear.

The past is a kaleidoscope
as memories dim and drift,
perspectives and priorities
diversify and shift.

to repost poem
(I chanced to locate
amidst plethora of poems on hard drive
of Macbook Pro)
written more'n a half decade ago
before yours truly
blissfully oblivious to crypto-
currency shenanigans linked into

fiendish scammers after which
I (especially me button nose) didst glow
(giving Rudolph the red nosed reindeer
a run for his money)
whence rage,
on par with wrath of Khan,
whereby mine money
witnessed lightspeed outflow.

Far above the city lights
The campfire fades away,
Midnight lends its darkness
The stars come out to play.

Look into the night time skies
Constellations span the scene,
There is Orion and the dippers
In early morning, so serene.

The constellations, not all seen
What else might catch our eye?
The grace of a passing comet
Falling stars might just pass by.

It might be the Sisters, Gemini
Appearing together two by two,
In a sky a million light years past
The Milky Way comes into view.

"Can we dance on the moon?", she asks.

"We might even be graceful there, low gravity and all,
but the scientists don't recommend it", I reply."

"Well, if we hold on to each other at least
we'll be together if we jump too high
and float away.", her playful remark.

"Well, scientists be damned! I can't think of anyone else
I'd like to be with out there among the stars.", I assure her.