Category Archives: POETRY

GIVE US AIR !


Vice-President Kamala Harris and Minnesota Governor Tim Walz

August flopped heavily

Sweatily

Vociferously

and fully aware of the pressure

building in the heated

air.

Little relief in scattered 

rains that shattered

a populace already battered

by heated rhetoric

over the curtained waves of

air.

Two-thousand twenty-five

reasons to despair

the planned assault on our care

of one another and a planet

dumb-soaked without a care for

air. 

August is hard to breathe in,

in and out, and in again;

cheering on Harris-Walz

awaiting the slightest breeze of

air.

I can breathe again.

We can breathe again.

The earth can breathe again.

Finally, we can move forward again.

In November we can vote in cooled

air.

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WORDS AS FRIENDS

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Treating words like friends

poetry does not create. 

Words can ask that you wait.

Like friends.

Words can obfuscate.

Like friends.

Words can stimulate.

Like friends.

Words can love or hate mandate.

Like friends.

Words can fear understate.

Like friends.

Words can hunger sate.

Like friends.

Words can placate.

Like friends.

Words can ease your fate.

Like friends.

Words can simply be great.

Like friends.

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GARDEN LESSON

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There is nothing like a drought

to teach what life is all about.

Waiting for the rain to fall

is not sufficient to survive.

Tender patience does not thrive.

Buds remain closed, tucked and hidden

deep among leaves’ folds

offering a pace to hide.

Roots buckle down deep

and down, down, down

to depths they seldom explore;

knowing once the rains do come

they may open up closed doors.

Eventually, rains come, and even pour.

Rains batter plants stressed and sore;

opening caches held within their core.

It is only after sun appears

that plants let go their fears.

And in that moment plants flower,

Their faith in Nature restored.

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WHERE HAVE THE BUTTERFLIES GONE?

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Hydrangeas move as if on a breeze.

A breeze of bees moving flower to flower

across lime green, blue and pink.

Across ruby red and native plants

their flowers do a pretty dance.

On this hot, dry day I watch bees play.

But, where have the butterflies gone?

They did not appear this year.

The yard is awash in colorful blooms

In past years butterflies found plenty of room

to feast and sleep a moment or two.

Butterfly bushes and  butterfly weeds,

native plants and other species

await their return in sad revery.

I ask everyone I know,

“have you seen a butterfly this year?”

The answer is always a baffled, “No.”

Where did all the butterflies go?

And, will they ever return ?

Who knows? Like lovers spurned,

they may have found another garden

to replace my own. 

I can only hope so, as I mourn

a topsy-survey world grown too warm.

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GODDESSES AMONG US

I see now why the first deities were female.

Only a woman speaks to the soul of  birth

and breathes new life into 

every soul on this beloved earth.

Goddesses with distended wombs

weighted with hopefulness

are found in every ancient tomb.

Our future had seemed lost.

The entire world seemed doomed.

Death in every household loomed.

A globe on fire steeped in hateful rhetoric

gunned down every effort to escape 

a despondent, hopeless fate.

Covid stole the innocence

of even those usually sitting on the fence.

No one was content to wait and see

what November wrought for democracy.

Moneyed oligarchs of greed stole hope 

as well control over justice with abuse of power.

Federalist  Society Judges delayed justice

hour after hour after hour after hour.

Even the Supreme Court undermined

the Constitution which is yours and mine;

not theirs, not wealthy donors, not those in power.

Then she, she, she, she, she, she, she

took the torch and raised it high.

Emma Lazarus’ female guards our harbor.

Kamala guards us in our darkest hour.

Her smile and laughter brings us

up from our knees, our prayers answered.

A goddess has arisen and made a fuss

of all the lies and hate-filled derision.

Her solemn promise made to us

that she will fight at our side.

She will tan the evil-doers hide

as mothers have always done,

chastising our sins one-by-one.

And so we rise with delighted surprise

to shout as one that we are not done,

and we are not going back where death resides.

We are going forward where life begins.

To a place where elections are open to all.

To a place where life is treasured not spent

on greed and control and all that is indecent.

We are headed to the polls to give our consent

to a mother goddess from heaven’s descent;

called by Joe’s prayers, who always seems to know

what we need and whom to follow.

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WAKE UP THE YOUNG

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The older I get

the harder it becomes to

carry heavy hearts.

Young hearts are heavy

these days of heatwaves, flooding

and fires of war.

My own heart has slowed,

unable to speed or race,

beating a steady pace.

The young run shouting,

fueled by alcohol and fun,

circling around me.

I try to tell them,

straighten your path toward the goal,

a race to be won.

I shout from the sidelines

loss of freedom is gaining

on you, as you play.

Age carries no weight.

My words tossed away as trash,

as victory fades fast.

Woke becomes useless

for the young who sleep too late.

Please, now, come awake!

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PAVED ROADS

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The road to success is paved with cash.

Numbers add up with each step.

Roads are blown to dust

when there is no money to keep them up.

Campaigns are long roads in America.

The longer the road, the higher the cost.

Those who run races along America’s roadways

are not so fleet-footed as they appear.

Their feet often slide on cash piled too high.

Their feet often slow on cash piled too low.

Whenever you wonder “why”, follow the money,

its ebb and flow, its surrogate paths

to hide those in the know.

Senators and Congressmen cannot always follow

the path of a lead runner when the cash is low.

They find new paths where money will cushion

a challenging and uphill election or re-election.

Still wondering “why?” And who decides?

Ask the right questions. Swallow your pride.

Then you will know. You are along for a ride.

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POLITICAL PARTIES

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Notes do not always ascend

in a crescendo of delight

They also bend low 

beyond the heart’s swift beat

until we feel breath stop

fearing heart’s defeat.

Notes ebb and flow

in patterns we do not anticipate.

Yet the music goes on

in beauteous escapade

across unlit rooms,

across shady glens, 

across sunlit fields

and parking lots awash

in un-natural lights aglow

above harsh surfaces of worry

where we park to listen.

Music soothes as often as it pushes

heart rates into overdrive.

We rise on dancing feet

or subside to slumberous ease.

One orchestra makes sense

of the notes unfolding

up and down,

racing and slowing

until the music transcends

the past and brings us up fast

to the climax at the end.

Two orchestras cannot play together

unless they play the same notes

at the same pace to the same place

in time and space.

Each must follow the same rules

and read the same music sheet.

Without such agreement

there is a cacophony of sound.

No matter how well one orchestra 

plays by the rules, its uplifting

music becomes mere sound,

its rhythm unable to be discerned

by the racket from the second

orchestra who has turned

from reading the music sheet

and playing by the rules.

We cannot stand the dissonance

and turn the music off.

We mistakenly believe

both orchestras at fault.

It is time to call a halt

to the orchestra of whining instruments

which refuse to abide by music’s rules

and continue to play us false.

I yearn for the sweet sounds of truth.

November cannot come too soon.

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ASSASSINATION OF A NATION’S SOUL

Assassination of a Nation’s Soul

What violence and threat to our democracy 

has done to me

cannot be undone, it seems.

I watch the source of so much pain

fall to ground, his right ear maimed.

I wonder at the loss of feeling at such sight.

I try to feel something, anything, even fright.

Instead numbness overtakes my soul.

This does not seem the same to me

as the grief I felt for the John or Bobby Kennedy,

for Martin Luther King, Jr. or Medgar Evers;

Cheney, Schwermer and Goodman;

For Malcom X and Viola Luizzo.

Where did my compassion go?

I wish I could say I know.

Suffering is all the same.

Every human being feels its shame.

Even that I cannot feel

as layer by layer the Constitution unravels, 

and freedom’s bell no longer peals.

How far my hope has traveled

beyond court decisions and hateful words

meant to appeal to nameless hordes

by those who speak only for themselves, 

cheered by those who fill their empty chords.

Surrounded by narcissistic churls

whose images and taunts unfurl

across media’s many avenues,

such violence seemed inevitable.

And, all he cared about was finding his shoes

as others tried to protect his life,

he struggled against their efforts

exposing them to more danger

so he could rise within their safe embrace

and raise a fist in everyone’s face.

Still, I feel nothing.

Neither sorrow nor joy.

Neither faith nor fear.

Neither love  or hate.

Neither hope nor mistrust.

Look at what this man and his supporters

have done to us!

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LETTER TO GEORGE WASHINGTON

Dear George, 

I write to you

with unfortunate news.

The position you first held

as leader of our new nation

is no more.

The “mister” you insisted

was to be your title,

one you proudly wore,

has been put aside.

“Mister” President is now free

to commit crimes

with immunity.

You put your sizable fortune,

your very life,

your sacred honor

on the line

to create a new nation

where no man is divine.

Each “mister” can be 

charged with a crime,

presumed innocent

until found guilty at trial.

All evidence subject to review;

no hiding behind position.

No man above the law.

Until now.

The king you and your patriots 

deposed is back in charge.

I mourn the useless 

suffering and death at Valley Forge.

The Robert’s Court 

threw you, your men and all of us

under the despotic, greedy bus

of those as wealthy as you

and our Founding Fathers were.

They do not use their power of wealth

as you did…for us.

They use theirs with stealth

to rule with absolute immunity

of positional power.

They destroy our nation hour by hour.

We can no longer question

the acts in which crime’s plans are mentioned.

Such Republicans have wrought

what King George the Third could not;

The destruction of our democracy,

and replaced it with autocracy.

My dearest George.

Our republic will soon be no more.

Please pray for us,

I most sincerely implore.

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