1.

A man can feel the twirling round
Spinning , Whirling, gyration
Of this world, become a battleground
Of Narcissism and self-admiration

Pomposity and vanity
All petty baseless pursuits
Are the substance of commisery
And “fools” whom seek deeper truths

Man loves best what he can cradle
And feeble concepts of conceit
When compared with deeper knowing ,fail
So man embraces sole retreats

Walls erected to stanch clamor
And bridges razed to cease voyeur
Wisdom culled and truths enamor
Subconscious reconnoiter

2.

Thanksgiving for all beheld
Mosaic technicolor sphere
And all to which my soul rebels
Yet other persons do revere

In this most blessed of blessed occasions
I recall that each has course
And serving each our own self-mastered
Master serving each our worth

Worthy to be one and many
Graced to be alone yet kin
Kindred of all called humanity
Cognate to the earth and wind

And scholars of the spoken word
My own close kindred clan
Blessings offered, one accord
Deep thanks to fellow man

Happy Holidays.