The house

The house had been in disrepair for many years, it seems;

full of dust and droppings and the remnants of large dreams.

Cracked and peeling, choked with weeds; the mildew crept apace

along the plaster where wallpaper once had shown with grace.

And those who carelessly passed by just shook their heads in grief,

to think a house so charming was so pillaged by time’s thief.

But two, who loved each other, brought their love into this shack,

and with their courage (and some sweat) they sent the cobwebs back.

The years went by until the two became just one again,

but by then the house, revived, was beautiful times ten.

Each of us must toil away at ugliness and ruin

until the form is beautiful, as on the day twas hewn.

Because we have a Future Home, where soon our gathered dust

will sit down to a feasting full of love and joy and trust.

Laurie Rubin

I see so little of life’s wonders as they really are.

My sight is clouded with the stress that sticks to me like tar.

I look for trouble; finding it, I feel self-pity well —

my view is always murky as in misery I dwell.

And so it heartens me no end to know that others find

life to be a jubilee, and not an awful grind.

Despite the darkness that surrounds so many happy souls,

they persevere — and so, in turn, help others reach their goals.  

Our Revolution?

Bernie Sanders lost the race for president, you know.

And yet he cannot keep himself from playing in the show.

He’s formed a group to harry special int’rest plutocrats

(which secretly delights some money grubbing Democrats)

But loyal staff who saw him through the presidential race

are quitting him in droves, and want no further interface.

They say the money’s tainted that he’ll use for his new cause;

coming from a 501 (c) (4) dark Santa Claus. 

They also hate Jeff Weaver, who will lead this new revolt;

calling him a tyrant and a TV-obsessed dolt.

Poor Bernie feels betrayed by such a double-crossing taunt,

and has retired to his new lake home up in Vermont.


Each journalist I’ve ever known

You may have heard the term drive-by journalism. It describes the phenomenon of journalists arriving in a community, blasting out a story, and quickly leaving town.

 There’s another term called poverty porn, otherwise known asdevelopment porn or famine porn. This involves media outlets or charities highlighting extreme poverty to sell newspapers or solicit donations.

 After watching media coverage of the Summer Olympics, I’m left wondering if some Brazilians feel they’ve experienced more than their share of poverty porn and drive-by journalism.



Each journalist I’ve ever known

has ideals so very high-flown,

they never would stoop

to pen lurid scoop

(But their editors sure lack backbone)

A sheikh who had plenty of sand

With oil revenue in a free fall, Persian Gulf states are turning to amusement parks focused on superheroes, cartoon characters and big roller coasters. And Gulf countries from Dubai to Doha are in a race to outdo each other, a nod to a future where less revenue will come from oil and gas.

(from the Wall Street Journal)


A sheikh who had plenty of sand

developed it into play land,

where sharia law

was such a big draw

they rarely cut off someone’s hand. 

When working at Kimberly-Clark

Armed with personalized goals for employees and large quantities of data, Kimberly-Clark said it expects employees to keep improving—or else. “People can’t duck and hide in the same way they could in the past,” said Mr. Boston, who oversees talent management globally for the firm.

 (from the Wall Street Journal)
When working at Kimberly-Clark
the atmosphere is rather stark.
To sit on your laurels
invites many quarrels,
or bites from a management shark. 

Sneaker Culture

“The facts are that most of the basketball shoes that we sell never see a basketball court. Most of the running shoes that we sell never see the roads or the trail or the track,” Chief Executive Dick Johnson said on a conference call. “They just look really good, and they’re part of the sneaker culture that we really support.”

(from the Wall Street Journal)

Nobody buys shoes anymore

for what they’re supposed to be for.

A statement in fashion

is ev’ryone’s passion.

(And barefoot’s the trend of the poor)


There once was a man from Stuttgart

A country branded by its dictatorial past, when surveillance was both dreaded and commonplace, Germany has some of the world’s toughest privacy laws. But after two attacks claimed by Islamic State and a mass shooting this summer, the government is pushing to recalibrate the balance between security and anonymity.  (from the Wall Street Journal)

There once was a man from Stuttgart

who said of surveillance, “Depart!”

“I wish to be free,

anonymously —

whenever I want just to fart!”

Ms Hillary has so much loot

from the Wall Street Journal:

The super PAC backing Democrat Hillary Clinton vastly outraised the outside groups supporting Republican Donald Trump in July, new Federal Election Commission filings show.

Ms Hillary has so much loot

twould make old king Midas quite mute.

The money that Pacs

spend on Trump attacks

would buy all the figs in Beirut.