Trump's next divorce?

Remorse struck swiftly, once the thrill was gone;
Trump's weirdly slow to learn, one's gotta vet
the names the headlines gonna link with"Don".
Each morning-after's new cause for regret.
Eyeliner may be trending on a man,
but once the Adderall and Coke have cleared,
What titillated for a one night stand
by light of day, Americans find"weird".
Republican convention gave no "bump"
like Harris/Walz enjoyed, to cheering throngs.
JD's recruiting no new votes to Trump,
and can't stay relevant for very long.
For his own benefit, he'll have to learn;
Trump's gotta carry JD Vance to term.

Cyrano

deNeuvillet lipsynched the words by night
Roxanne required to steady her faint heart.
The prose and verse that he could never write,
on loan if he would only play the part.
Rostand's too coy to tell what happens next
she's widowed soon enough, as things unwind.
If court, and war, are metaphors for sex
the meeting he exalts is mind-to-mind.
To call this "melodrama" can't be fair,
when Dinklage lends such life-force to the part.
The alchemy to make a stranger care
by any just assessment must be "art".
As Aphrodite giggles far above
strange rivals couple in the throes of love.

beauty

Immortal Thetis must be just as young
today as when that golden apple spurred
three goddesses of whom such paeans are sung
to squabble for a trifle so absurd.
The mooncalf brother Hector would berate
who tends the flocks, 'cause that's all that he can
is no way fitted to adjudicate
which one deserves the fondest praise of Man.
Blind Homer knows which goddess he would choose
whose cultured conversation keep him hot
to whom Athenians still offer dues
but Paris voted for the Cypriot.
Still Thetis grieves; Achilles' death still hurts
and Zeus won't leave off sniffing at her skirts.

solipsist

Two swallows loop and swoop and bill and bond,
as if between the twain, they shared one mind.
A pas de deux split by the glassy pond;
this pair are  closest kin, and more than kind.
A mirror cosmos, swapping left for right,
accessible at water's interface.
Insensible to scent, but plain to sight
might fill--like ours--infinity of space.
Each swoop, the partner's there to keep the date,
no straying eye could tease the pair apart.
Narcissus and his true-love strain to mate;
four wings in sync beat to a single heart.
To love the Other like one's self seems right,
but this one's just a trick of bending light.

Everything is Illuminated

One swallow skims the surface swooping low,
and his reflection rises to the bait.
His likeness and his image, head-to-toe;
Narcissus and his true-love strain to mate.
Another world, the twin to this, our own,
just one of many painted by Monet.
What strange Intelligence might call it "home"
Is more than 4-D mortal man can say.
Two worlds encounter at the mirror-plane
Or so 'twould seem, exchanging left for right.
It took a Snell to lucidly explain
the symmetry of such reflected light.
String theorists insist on seven more
dimensions, but can't make clear what they're for.

growth

While Esau bedded every girl around,
their mother's apron-strings kept Jacob home.
There wasn't room for both in any town
so now, he'll seek adventure on his own.
The paths his father never got to tread,
his mother maps out in her hasty scheme.
New angels to vouchsafe the road ahead
sign in to take their posts within his dream.
Tout-suite, a boy-meets-girl scene at the well
his feisty cousin's quite the lively catch!
But Laban's unsurprised at tales he'll tell;
this adolescent trickster's met his match.
Let Edom lay to rest the old bad blood
embracing his late-blooming brother stud.

chayya Sarah

A slave plays out the type-scene at the spring
for Yitzhak, who must never leave the Land.
Enticing her with camels, gold, and ring
(the last is for her nose, not for her hand).
His master'd charged him: "Go and take a wife!
But do so for the one who can't be there"
Although that ram redeemed his forfeit life,
Our jealous God's still disinclined to share.
By now, Laban weighed harsh on Rivka's nerves
And prospects in her hometown rated low.
This unseen prince could be what she deserves;
she didn't hesitate to say "let's go!".
The match his mother took no time to find
was left to God when he tried dating blind.

summer storm

Coy virga leave the ground unsatisfied
it's hot, thick breath's been wasted on thin air
the gust-front kicks around what laid there, dried
but all its moisture's carried off, elsewhere.
The desert flora specialize in dearth,
but every year or two, still need a storm
delivering redemption to the Earth
in places where to desiccate's the norm.
Bright scarves of rain, dark veils of steel-grey sleet
with thunder syncopating melodies
still leave this courtship dangling, incomplete
nine times in ten, it's just a dry-run tease.
When wadis gush, and grabens inundate
each Blue Moon sees this drama consummate.

Chayye Sarah III

Rebecca's heavy lifting at the well
showed Eliezer this must be the one
a coded way for his lord's God to tell
him here's the bride to bring his master's son.
Yitzhak's been silent, since we saw him, bound
expecting that his father'd take his life.
He's not to travel, tethered to the ground
but providence must bring him the right wife.
His father looms heroic in his eyes;
his sons will seek adventure in the world.
but Yitzhak's less the player, than the prize
still trusting dad will get him the right girl.
Reluctant actor on his own life's stage, 
we never see him wholly come of age.

vayeitze II

When Jacob emigrated towards Haran
Rebecca sent him fleeing for his life
his brother's bent on vengeance for the con
let Isaac think he's gone to meet a wife.
The man who'd lurked in camp, now works outside
his only shelter's heaven's starry dome
but nights are warmer with his double bride.
Without a  house, he yet contrives a home.
The stolen blessing never seems to work;
his uncle cheats him every time he can.
A score of years in service to that jerk
grew callouses all over our "smooth man".
Yeshuran, who'd been crooked can go straight
when first he's overcome his brother's hate.

nemo liber est qui corpore servit

all blood's diverted, as if by a switch
instead of flowing upwards to his brain
the pheromones emitted by one bitch
have driven this old frat-brother insane
a primate's mostly driven by his eyes
but now, the helm's been ceded to the nose
when once the trouser-snake is on the rise
hydraulics rule; it's pressure, checks, and flows
the hair befitting an orangutan
looks frankly silly on our demagogue
although he wears the suits of a grown man
he lacks the moral scruples of a dog
Enlightenment's reprised as parody
a slave to his own body thinks he's free

hello?

between two minds we'll never close the gap
with language that's comprised of metaphor
each pointing to its own internal map
alluding to what we hope's common lore
no glossary can ever be complete
to keep half-conversations well aligned
no words can guarantee the twain should meet
'though they be written, vocalized, or signed
compulsively, like chickadee or lark
we cast our hopeful message to the breeze
aspiring to a hook-up in the dark
who'll warm to our intentions by degrees
the mind that clearest sees its bounding wall
may be the only one that's free at all

serial loser

the Donald's wives did what no native would
poor immigrants who stooped to such a job
each must have come from Hell if this looked good
to share his adoration from the mob
two of the three agreed to never talk
and left with cash to compensate their pride
the third's still choosing the best time to walk
away from errors she'd made as a bride
but what's to be Trump's latest batchelor pad
will Secret Servicemen pre-screen his date
the greatest scandal DC's ever had
would make the Warren Harding years look great
as it has sown, so must GOP reap
they're affianced to a real fascist creep

archipelago II

each one an island staring at his screen
although they're side by side on the same node
you're never gonna socialize that teen
until he learns to court as well as code
technology can hinder or advance
one's integration in the larger world
but keyboard's can't connect one to romance
or teach one how to woo a pretty girl
a child should move beyond parallel play
to integrate a school- and work- cohort
to care what someone else has got to say
builds teams for life no less than teams for sport
to meet at least one other face-to-face
is still the way to propagate the race   

archipelago

each one an island staring at his screen
although they're side by side on the same node
you're never gonna socialize that teen
until he learns to court as well as code
pornography stands in for social life
although he feels the urge to find a  mate
he lacks the skill to someday get a wife    
but gets the latest apps to masturbate
a child should move beyond parallel play
to integrate a school- and work- cohort
to care what someone else has got to say
builds teams for life no less than teams for sport
to meet at least one other face-to-face
is still the way to propagate the race