THEOSOPHIC DIALOGUE
There's nuclear waste and Styrofoam
Bestrewing the sphere that we call home.
'Twere not so hard to quell it.
You do not hear that in the news.
It is not meet to voice such views
As long as we can sell it.

   Our race has many flights to go,
   Arduous steps ere we outgrow
   The faults of how we live.
   The ills that now beset mankind
   Should not disturb one's peace of mind.
   Don't be so negative.

Belief in mankind's innate good,
And Universal Brotherhood,
Are truths that we've been fed on.
Should we forbear to try at all
With these, our weapons, to forestall
The threat of Armageddon?

   These threats to set the world ablaze
   Are but, to man, a passing phase
   They will subside -- perhaps.
   Our statesmen are (they've such good sense)
   Unlikely to experience
   A momentary lapse.

The earth is festering day by day.
Pray, where will our children's children play?
Tomorrow's been neglected.
It's circumspection our race lacks,
Not cures for AIDs or heart attacks;
Its conscience is infected.

With each dime saved we aid the ones
Who foster war to sell the guns
That poor and weak enslave.
Were many to decide to say:
"That cause's debts I will not pay."
THEN could the race behave.

   Thus stating the ills that we could mend
   Might well our readership offend
   We must eschew invective.
   Put your mind aside and try to start 
   A piece that's truly from the heart
   Say, "Karma, a fresh perspective."






The Duke's Delight
            or
Custard Swinging

While listening to lute or flute
The duke liked custard well with fruit.
He put it on his cake and then
Once eaten put more on again.
He pondered whether, wondering,
One could not custard everything.
First he tried what pleased him most
And dollopped glops upon his toast.
Then thrilled with that he went berserk
And sought to find what else would work.
Though some things fared not quite so well
One food and then another fell
'Till, once cause for anticipation,
Dinner engendered consternation.
Kippers in custard one would find
Then custard with mustard crossed his mind.
To pleas he just would not relent
Custard defiled each condiment.
The household gagged as meals grew stranger.
All edibles were fraught with danger.
But once did he yield to pleas and that
When forcing custard on the cat.

Of custard we will speak no more
But lest you miss my metaphor
Though godliness may custard near
There is more than one flavor here.
Some things, certainly, ain't got that swing,
But does that mean they don't mean a thing?

Though reflexive swinging may glide from the tongue
It fadges clearly to leave some things unswung.
One day we'll strive for excess to atone. 
Eat kippers sans custard and leave Mozart alone.