Poem of the Month

"TAXES"

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This month's poem entitled "TAXES" was written back in the year 2000 when I lived in Weston, Connecticut and property taxes were threatening to ascend out of sight. I now live in New Hamphire and the tax situation is infinitely better. However, there always tax threats on the horizon and that is particularly true these days with federal spending out of control. Since March is tax preparation month (for many if not for all), it seems like a good time to share my TAXES poem with the only update a substitution of Eastman for Weston.

TAXES

High taxes are taxing my wealth,
Climaxing in drainage by stealth;
Plans riddled with waste,
Money piddled in haste,
Axing waxing of financial health.

Spending out of control and unwise,
Programs tending to grow to large size;
Nonsense never ending,
High cost keeps ascending,
Tax dollars and cents on the rise.

Woodpeckers at work on my dough,
Their pecking destroys status quo;
The birds joined by moles,
I am riddles with holes,
All my walls like the old Alamo.

I dream of the calm of days past,
Aghast at the harm some forecast;
Preserving this place,
Way of life I embrace,
Tranquil Eastman I yearn to see last.


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SOME WORDS ABOUT NEXT MONTH'S POEM OF THE MONTH

Reviewing my most recently written poems, I found one entitled "Odd Numbers" that has never been published. Reading the poem over, I found it quite different from most of my other efforts and decided to share it with you as an amusing but slightly complex brain stimulator.