Respect Accountability

Directives given

Curfews ignored…no respect

What context, justice?

Free will to comply, defy

Does not offer exemption

From consequences

Whether judged by man or God

ALL called to account

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Leadership Application


Please answer or make a check-mark for each question.

1-Can you skirt the truth with ease?

2-Normal issues with greed, lust, arrogance, tirades?

3-Can you dominate conversations?

4-Do you view yourself as #1, “special”, with

Uniquely extraordinary intellect?

5-Are you opinionated, believe you’re always right?

6-Do you feel a sense of entitlement?

7-Can you be openly critical, vocally judgmental?

8-Are you savvy about social media, tweeting?

9-Can you occupy spotlight’s full circumference?  

10-Are you immune to mockery, and also advice?

11-Can you feel at home living First Class?


Very good, then—I think you’ll like your grand office, and the spacious house, of course!

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Never Be Over

*Line for this week:  Someday, this will be over– only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare.

I recall hearing, “Some day, this

Will be over—only remembered like

Some half-felt and fading nightmare”.

It was a lie…cold, cruel and empty

Spoken by an arrogant someone

Trying to convince me of his superior

Intelligence, wise experience.

It would never be over, never be

Only half-felt…it’s the nightmare

That never fades.

Agony of riding edge of insanity is

Tense, breathless, sick-to-your-stomach

Dizzy dance which goes round

And round, like a circle in a spiral.

Do I digress?

Had no way to duck temptation…

No text, script to follow.

Murky mind can’t tell difference

Between love, need, hatred…they swirl

Together in whirlpool; reason

Trounced, drowning denied.

What lives on within painful pulse…

Undead passion for gone-love, ghost-love.

How can anyone hate desperate

Child with hungry heart?

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.


All People Matter!

This haiku was prompted by the recent death of George Floyd, and all people “of color” (men, women, children of every race) who are denied respect, dignity, justice—and a full life.  It’s 2020, and shameful that it remains necessary to declare, “Black Lives Matter”.  All People Matter!


Snagged on mind’s blather

Respect did slink from bosom…

End racial assaults

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

The Domestic’s Diary

Destined to be a domestic

Selah knew her place…

Lacking education, training

Her low-income status was

Familiar to women of color.

She was African American

Heard the ugly word most whites

Called her people…was taught

To put that behind her, just

Do her job, get by.

She kept the white lady’s children

…And her thoughts to herself.

Somewhere between feeding the

Kids, watching TV while they napped

Washing and ironing, making grocery

Lists…Selah marveled at ‘journalists’

Before she could spell it correctly.

Monday through Friday she began

To write notes….instead of merely

‘Bread’, ‘juice’, ‘cereal’.

Her thoughts filled line on line

Of pages until they no longer fit in

Her cracked faux leather handbag.

She wrote about the white

Woman who wore nice clothes

Shoes, accessories, to teach

School in the city…and a superior

Expression when she handed

Selah her wages.

Wrote how the kids seemed

Scared and sad, not speaking

Unless directed to; that there

Wasn’t much food…but the

Woman had cigarettes and

Every color lipstick, nail polish.

Wrote about that last Friday when

The woman didn’t come home…

Selah needed to leave, had her own

Family to care for… She’d called the

Woman’s sister-in-law, waited till

Three relatives collected the kids.

The white school teacher lady with her

Fancy degrees, fine reputation, haughty

Face, clothes and shoes to match, had

Gone off, got married…without a word.


Selah titled her book

“Ain’t No Kinda Mama”.

It sold well enough that she

Never needed to work as a

Domestic again… But every time

She looked at the cover, saw her

Name printed bold, banked another

Royalty check, her satisfaction

Was weighted with sorrow.

She wondered if those children

Were alright, whether they grew up to

Have good lives…or if they were still

Scared and starving for love.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Wee Noggin of Wine (Limerick)

Apostle Paul repented of sins, vice

Turned to preaching the Lord, giving advice

Told Timothy to take wee noggin of wine

To settle his stomach*, make it feel fine…

Since just munching grapes, oddly, didn’t suffice

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

*Apostle Paul to Timothy:“No longer drink only water, but use a little wine for your stomach’s sake and your frequent infirmities.” 1 Tim 5:23, New King James Version