Poems for some years

2016

The year was the wildest of rides,

 UK people took sides.

The referendum left all dumfounded.

 Brexiters’ promises abounded

In the US, Trump burst onto the scene.

As a candidate, he was most obscene.

The system’s so sick

Instead of giving him a kick, they elected the prick

And Hillary was confounded.

For the poor people suffering from war,

Instead of less they got more.

Nothing was resolved.

But governments were absolved,

By the spooks, who caused all the gore.

2017

If you have any hope for the year.

You’ve likely consumed too much beer.

Doom gloom and despair,

Are all in the air

And the 1% will stand up and cheer.

2016 in Costa Rica

Weary peons trudge home to rest

Glowing sunsets over the far mountains.

Clouds painted with molten gold, flare against the bluest sky.

Needled pines silhouetted against the final glow.

The twinkling lights in the valley herald the emerging stars.

2017 in Costa Rica. SAME OL SAME OL

Weary peons wing home to rest

Glowing sunsets over the far mountains.

Clouds painted with molten gold, flare against the bluest sky.

Needled pines silhouetted against the last glimmer.

The twinkling lights in the valley herald the emerging stars.

2016-3

The earth is warming,

Countless factories belch smoke.

Governments promised action.

The promises were broke.

2017-3

Hotter still the earth,

City dwellers choke,

We continue our greedy consumption,

One by one, we start to croak.

A Haiku for 2016 and 2017

Trump blustered all year.

His boasting drowned sweet birdsong.

Will the birds sing more?