Monday morning poetry:

Seeing the sunrise

if only I could always see it shine
could call it mine
be of humankind
meeting brilliant minds
gathering resources from the caves
painted before recorded time

ocar

mixing light
confusing truth
and the youth

brushing by
brushing by
brushing by

Monday morning humor is an ode to many politicians:

Press play and sing along, "The sun comes up, I think about you... the coffee cup..."

and a second cup of coffee to get us going...

Push play.