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GENUS GOPUS

Cowardly Cowbird

A prairie-homed species is spreading across the nation,

a parasitic bird of the GOP family, Genus 

GOPus, species TRUMPus. Lest we ignore the us,

remember it is a bird like each of us.

Most birds lovingly care for their young

sheltering their eggs in protective nests

safe from predators, high winds and the rest.

the genus GOPus preys on other birds’ nests

using TRUMPus to lay its egg in host birds

treasured space, hiding in plain sight

as if its eggs belong as its solemn right.

GOPus/Trump-us uses deception

to use the efforts of hard-working birds

to birth, protect, and feed a parasitic species

bent on the host birds’ destruction.

Whole species of host birds now face extinction

from parasitic GOPus/TRUMPus infection.

When deception does not work to overtake nests

these mafioso birds bully and intimidate

and if all else fails, eliminate

the host birds’ own eggs until all that is left

is a nest abandoned and  birds bewildered,

angry and bereft.

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REMEMBER THE TREES

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Never forget the trees.

Soon all we may have of them

are distant memories.

They seemed so stolid and secure,

able to bow but seldom break

in heavy winds, for centuries before

we all but ignored the earth

below and skies above

which clasped their roots

in iron bonds of love,

and watered them with gentled rains

formed in clouds of warmth 

passing over frozen ice fields again

and again and again.

We have become uprooted as well.

The treasures of nations replaced 

by campaigns of disinformation

to make us not pay attention

to earth’s disposable survival.

Lake Mead dries up

while Kentuckians and Pakistanis

flee to higher ground

and thousands hunger 

for grains of  wheat and barley and rye.

Hunger and thirst are pandemic.

There is no real question why.

Only, why have we waited so long to try

to change our senseless 

and destructive ways.

Remember the trees, and ocean’s waves,

and fields of red poppies and lavender,

and groves of olives and vines of grapes.

Remember the trees

on fire or drowning

as we soon may be.

Remember the trees.

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THOU SHALL NOT COVET

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Your neighbor will  be forgiven

a portion of his student loan.

But, you covet his forgiveness

since you paid yours in full, alone.

His forgiveness costs you nothing

but your ego and your pride.

His release from pressure

cannot change the fact yours did subside,

the day you met your goal

and your own worries died.

Would you wish continued suffering

on one who has done you no harm?

Such callous disregard and loathing

erodes your false and endless charm.

Remember the 10th Commandment

and the one Christ announced the best.

Love others as I have loved you.

Rejoice in student debtors’ blessings

and let your covetousness rest.

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MISSING YOU

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Are the stars truly fixed in the sky?

When you are away the sun

stops in its tracks 

and earth’s orbit slows 

in heartbeats counted

by years, not seconds.

“Time stands still,” others say.

I say time goes on without me

while there is no us to see.

Without you, the universe stills

along the path of its trajectory.

I wait with bated breath and sigh

for your return while I

watch time march on.

I watch the sky for clues

when the universe would return

you to me and me to you.

Side by side we 

can make the sun move.

As we move

among the stars

in ecstasy.

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MEN

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Which man is best ?

The industrious man who

labors and toils unconstrained

by regulation, whose aim is gain?

The religious man who

offers sacrifice and praise

by God’s fiat, whose aim is to save?

The autocratic man who

routs and rules unconfined

by lesser beings, whose aim is control?

The humanist man who

listens and learns, open to all

with relative views, whose aim is love?

The warrior man who

strengthens and fights unconfined

by social rules, whose aim is to win?

Why question each type 

with binary rules?

Is man not ever called upon

to be each and every one?

Would we label and libel all man kind?

Look not on the surface,

but deeper inside, where soul resides.

Honor men and those who love them

warts and all.

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LIFT EVERY VOICE

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Is it the nightingale

whose song we hear

as day turns to night

and weakens us with fright?

Or the lark whose sweet song

drifts upon the rising dawn

announcing a new day has begun?

Together, they make music

and fill our world with song

that we may dance,

in graceful strides forward,

to encourage and make us strong.

Lift every voice and sing.

It is time to sing along.

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SINK OR SWIM

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The lights are low

aligned with thoughts

of swimming free,

a simple fish

swimming toward light,

suddenly caught

now distraught;

facing a tightening thread.

lifted alight and set right

on the trawler’s deck,

only to face slaughter.

Low thoughts, indeed,

in an ocean of democraseas.

“if onlys” abound

as I flutter and flounder 

and flap atop the heap

of fish so like me.

Unsure of success

I push fear aside

propelling my self

over the side,

carried away on the tide

of endless seas of hope.

I am free!

I am free!

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HAIKU

8/22/22

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Dreams are the blueprint

for life’s emerging story.

Each frame a promise.

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LOVE AND MIRACLES

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Either everything is a miracle

or nothing can be. 

The choice is ours.

It seems to me.

More is unseen than seen;

more unknown than known.

I believe in all that could be.

I await the next miracle.

Hope tells me this is true.

Faith gives me patience to wait

for miracles, my heart to renew.

Hold my hand and we

can wait together.

Oh, the wonders we shall see;

none more miraculous

than my love for you 

and yours for me.

Love show us miracles

to set our souls free.

Either everything is love

or nothing can be.

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LIFE BLOOD

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Rivers flow with water and blood

above earth’s bedrock and my own

carved out from the beat of a steady flow.

Banks erode, sometimes 

bursting,  or crumbling slow.

Older beds are no longer smooth;

broken branches snagged

and embedded roughly in the 

now-gravelled surface below.

My skin and earth’s, bruised

and channeled by our river’s glow.

As the drying out continues

to thicken and slow 

river’s course is brought low.

Finally, so dry it comes to an end

and our efforts to amend

cannot stop its final show.

Dried rivers of water or of blood

cannot sustain life

while we foolishly wonder

“Where did the rivers go?”

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