Category Archives: POETRY

WE SHALL OVERCOME

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Grind the beans.

Heat the kettle.

Start the day with verve.

Do not start the day with anything less

than love and hope and nerve.

Love is wiser than all the lies.

Love is bolder than fear.

Love is stronger than greed.

Love is all we need.

Love mends broken hearts and nations.

Love is how we succeed.

Love welcomes each dawn’s transformation,

chaotic though it may appear to be.

The path of love, poets tell us,

ne’er does run smooth.

But with many hearts joined as one,

the chaos can, and shall, be overcome.

So, we raise our cup to smiling lips

and sing a victor’s song.

We shall overcome, my loves.

We shall overcome.

Sing it all day long.

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IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT

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In the middle of the night 

when darkness curries favor

with sleeplessness and fright,

I wander room-to-room

in hopelessness that dawn

will come bearing anything 

more than false light.

Too many days of bold lies

called forth from the darkest 

spaces of twisted minds

force us all to walk in darkness,

and into exhausted days unable

to perform the simplest tasks,

weary beyond all telling,

silenced senses yelling,

deadened and unfeeling.

To feel would be to die,

or die trying

to make sense of such evil.

The cost of others’ greed is too high

for men and women of conscience,

of even Mother Earth herself,

to survive.

There is no answer

to the question, “why?”.

And so, I continue to roam 

dark spaces, seeking answers.

I am woke. I stay awake

to face dark days

and dark nights.

I roam looking for ways

to pull us all to safe spaces

where restful sleep may come.

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HOLY HOURS

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Hours are not carried by Time.

Hours carry Time, and define

the meaning of each minute

night and day.

In wakefulness or sleep

Hours are mine.

Holy Hour is the time I pray

before the sacred Host of Immortality,

Grace enters with great mystery.

Indecent Hours get in the way of wakefulness

with sleepless nights, and dreams, in play.

Make every minute count, wise women say.

Hours mount their weight day by day.

Their heaviness brings down clocks, yet chimes

that days left are too few; I shall soon be out of time.

Make haste to use each Hour with a smile.

the time we have left used well makes life worthwhile.

Hours do not carry us into unfilled Time to waste.

We carry Hours like a weight to remind us to make haste.

Hours are not carried by Time.

We carry Hours. We carry Time.

Every minute of every Hour is mine.

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ODE TO LINDSEY GRAHAM

Senator Lindsey Graham speaking at a podium with a microphone during a press conference
Senator Lindsey Graham addressing the media at a press conference in Washington, D.C.

How does one honor the dishonorable ?

Whose deeds and words were  unfathomable?

Not while he lived to injure and harm,

stepping on humanity to reach the stars.

It was always just part of his charm,

which gave him power to praise and assist

acts committed by others,

as he laughingly followed along.

Then, he died.

The rules change as custom required.

Speak no ill of the dead, 

as if evil deeds, too, expired.

How do the tears rent in our nation mend

if we must simply pretend

He was all goodness and light.

Such a memorial I cannot attend.

Who am I to judge? Imperfect in every way.

Silence is golden on a day like today.

He tried to do good, in his broken way.

I cannot offer false condemnation nor false praise.

I can simply write an ode to death’s malaise.

Finally, finally able, to continue to pray

for a soul laid to rest, as our struggle against hate continues.

Perhaps he can finally find love in his new venue.

This is all I can offer. This is my best.

Now, lay this flawed human being , like all of us, to rest.

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GARDEN OF LIFE

Photo by Nicolas Panetta on Pexels.com To deter a young skunk roaming my yard at night, looking for new den and intimidating and spraying tiny dog of my neighbor, I placed twinkling multi-colored solar lights low across the border of her fences, my patio and my garden beds and my yard perimeter, pulsing at variable rates. Since then, no rabbits, skunks, or racoons have been chomping on my plants. The dog is safe when my neighbor lets him out to do his business. It is Christmas in our backyards until the unwanted critters return to their dens.November cannot come soon enough.

The pulse of life beats strong,

beset by all that is wrong.

Animals prey in the yard at night,

entering as we lose the light,

to eat the crops and uproot the flowers,

creating destruction hour by hour.

Every effort seems for naught.

Undermining all we’ve been taught.

No respect for decades of effort

to create a safe space for all who enter,

a space free of willfulness, woes and want;

a space where  diversity and beauty abound,

where seeds breed and reseed in dark ground

so readily that we forget the dangers around

every corner, and under every rock.

It is imperative to finally take stock.

To pay attention to those lurking in the dark.

To those who would steal our garden’s wealth

with deceit, lies and stealth.

Single spotlights, motion sensors for lights,

individual porch lights and flashlights

have not been enough to stop the raccoons and skunks.

The unseen predators who hide beneath

that which bloomed from our labors,

until we finally notice what has been lost.

We cannot count the cost

although we desperately try.

Our pulse beats strong as we cry.

I think we have found a solution

to the critters who invade like pollution,

unsightly, unseen, willingly mean.

Faerie lights of all colors with patternless pulse

strung throughout the yard, across every row

where our treasured plants grow

threatening with uncertainty those who prey

as dark nights take over our days.

On at dusk, off at first light.

We have finally set our garden aright.

The pulse of life beats strong

with each push of the button on voting machines

the faerie lights come on.

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DISGRACE

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Particulate matter coats the ground,

by heavy Canadian smoke held down.

Air, we can no longer safely breathe,

offers Earth’s creatures no reprieve.

Birds spread apart on lowest branches

of shrubs and trees,

avoiding any stirring up of a breeze.

There are no flights on days such as these.

Mother Nature always finds a way 

to protect herself from us,

from humans afraid to stir up a fuss;

with too much arrogance to set aside

a fossil fuel economy oiled by greed and pride

replaced with green energy that could make us stronger.

Humans, we simply cannot wait any longer 

to embrace Mother Nature’s  feminine grace,

and admit we humans must stay in our place.

We now live, if we can survive,

in frustrated and abject disgrace.

It is past time to set such foolishness aside.

We must admit Mother Nature is truly on our side.

Storms and floods, fires and eruptions

put us on notice we face self-destruction.

Earth is running a fearsome race

to save a planet, despite our disgrace.

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DECLARATION 2026

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It is time to open words stored in safe spaces.

Behind the clock where time passes unaware.

Behind the freezer where thoughts hunger for truth.

Behind the bed where slumber overtakes rage.

November cannot come soon enough for words.

Words cannot wait to learn their fate.

Voices may be denied, decried, deceased.

But, words?

Words persist long after we are gone,

long after we overcome, or we are overcome.

Speak now, beyond the pain and indifference to them.

Speak now while breathing still moves you to act.

Speak now into a future which never looks back.

Speak your words, joined with mine;

words recorded for all time.

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RECOVERING THE LIGHT

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Skyline shifts

beyond boundaries of Light.

Dawn breaks apart

Moon from Starlight.

Friend to all,

Sun takes deep breath

and slowly rises

just beyond the Bend

between neighbors’ yards

and my own.

I sit in wonder.

My Joy wanders,

alone.

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START YOUR DAY THIS WAY

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Start each day with something to say

that cheers the heart and paves the way

for kindness unbound by fear of loss

of reputation and a safe situation,

threatened by retribution for your contribution

to truth and justice hour-by-hour, day-by-day.

We are on a common journey lifted higher

by a deep yearning for freedom and equality 

to which every American and immigrant aspires;

tied down with words in our Constitution

and protected by laws, enforced by courts

which pledge apolitical, neutral decisions

rendered with stated grace and precision.

But, when law is ignored, or twisted by greed or hate;

when SCOTUS corrupts its mission and states

precedent no longer controls politicians

who are free to break laws and showcase their flaws

without any constraints, our laws carry such taint

that constitutional words become blurred on the page.

Crying over each turn of the page by a party of miscreants

takes too much energy and lessens our pace.

We are still here. We are still to be feared 

by those who would take our freedoms away.

We are not going back. That is not the progressive way.

We only go forward to claim a new day

where America’s promise wins over the fray

created to disrupt and corrupt election day.

Stop whining. Stop crying. Get out and register voters.

Drive them to the polls. Guard their way.

There are more more than enough of us to hold sway

and create a better country, one we can take pride in every day.

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TAKE A MOMENT

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I only want a moment of your time

to reflect upon un-poetic rhyme.

There is so very much to do.

I ask either too little, or too much, of you.

His need for subserviency, adoration and greed

takes no notice your own, real need.

You were never meant to be his white serf,

one-step above Black slaves, laboring on his turf.

The DOJ and SCOTUS handed back the whips

to those who do his bidding as he flips

from cruelty to cruelty arranged by Putin’s calls

plotting and planning The USA’s trips and falls.

Military is used to manipulate stock prices so the wealthy few

can buy low and sell high, with no care for you.

Your coins build a ballroom in which you shall never dance.

A triumphal arch between the Washington Monument and Lincoln’s glance

will be constructed that you may no longer easily recall, nor see

American aspiration to realize true equality.

MAGA,Trump, MAGA,Trump! You chanted your power by chanting the name.

The power was a never his but yours.

The conman wins the game, and dances as he scores.

And you cheered. Oh, yes, you did; even gerrymandered lines of hate

for Democrats, Black citizens, college students in every state.

You joined the game without concern, without a qualm

while team leaders covered up crimes, you stayed calm.

Pedophilies, rapists, liars, cheats and colluders in corruption

steal our nation’s health and wealth and reputation

while you stay silent, subservient and take satisfaction

that you can cheat your way to success in every upcoming election.

Detention centers hide concentration camps, not deportation.

If any one of us is not free, none of us are free, don’t you see?

Or are your eyes only on gas price increases, and food costs?

When will you realize nearly all we love is lost?

Get you head out of the book, your eyes off the screen.

Look around at the suffering, MAGA is offering in between

the crazed tweets and mean-spirited acts by the nation’s elites

who refused to be taxed and share the wealth

they gained from your labor with a soft, thieving stealth.

I only want  moment of your time

to discover the truth inside their rhyme.

Then I ask you to stand, speak, even shout

until every single one of us learns what MAGA is really about.

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