Some say this and some say that


Some say “Might is Right.”

Some say “Right is Might”.

Some speak of the person.

Some speak of the deeds.

Some say “Follow the Rules”.

Some say “Follow the Truth.”

Some ask “What shall I believe”

Some know.

By Lee Broom

Down in the Dumps by Lee Broom


 What do you do when there’s nothing to do?

Is this the in-between place?

Are you neither afraid nor even in love;

Is this your Who Am I face?

As you count the tiles on the bathroom wall

Do  you pick your nose and examine your toes?

Is this the way the story goes?

When you take a moment to dump waste?

When you waste a moment to dump?

Are you down in the dumps

Or ready to hump

To kick some butt

Or take your lumps

As you dare to view your past

Can you wipe the crumbs from your lazy ass

And do your bump and grind?

Scoop the melon from the rind?

As you rise from your behind?

Accept the Love and pass it along.

Forget the “buts” you’ve been sitting on.

Rise up my friend, enjoy the Dawn

Ignore your past as The Put-Upon.

“Wake up Jacob. Day’s a breakin’. The cow’s in the barnyard and the rooster’s a crowin’.

© Lee Broom



We often ask “Why”

when we mean something else.
Perhaps we mean “What is the cause?”

When you ask “Why”,
Do you mean “What” or “When?”
Would “Where” or “How”  give you pause?

My first guess is,
That we all want to know
A little bit more of The Self;

The Ego that drives
The more curious to drink
From the bottle up high on the shelf

Inquisitive Abner
When given a choice,
Today, will ask “How” every time.

No longer is “Why”
As important as once,
When his quest was by reason, sublime.

Today Abner chooses
To practice the “How”, asking Only
“What shall I do next?”

“Pass it on Brother Ab
Simply Do the next thing.
Your life is no longer a hex.”


From “Whence” came the Voice
Heard only to Ab
No longer does Abner ask “Why”

“Who may I help?”
Asks the Better Man
“Is there someone near, sicker than I?”

Then suddenly opens
The door to his heart.
And he hears the Answer to “Why”

Here I am Brother Ab
I’ve been here all along
It is I, it is I, it is I.



When birds fly, when ants forage, when religions are born, when governments collapse, there is a principle involved; it has nothing to do with education, intelligence, with social history or for that matter, any noticeable measure of sanity. It is present in all group activity. It requires only the most basic instinctual fragment of decision-making. The leader of the pack “says” North, South, East or West. The pack members notice only the constituent to the left or the right and follow the observed movements. With starlings it is called murmeration. With cattle it is hanging out with the herd. With bees it is buzzin’ aroun’ with yer buddies and with people it is the nod of a hundred heads to the command “Let’s get’er done.”