Category Archives: POETRY

AMERICAN HYPOCRISY

Don’t talk to me of hypocrisy.

I am an aspiration,

not an ideology.

I am American democracy.

Like the people who bear my name

I sin, repent, then sin again.

My faith is in future possibility

of behaving with greater civility.

My hope is that together we

can find more equity and equality.

My love is for those like me

who strive to create a better reality.

Perfection is not my goal.

I am prepared to bare my soul

with all its failures and deceits

and courage to hand out receipts

to those I have failed or freedom denied,

determined to atone for unworthy pride.

I am an aspiration. I can say I tried.

I can believe in a future yet untried.

I believe in myself with you at my side.

I am an aspiration,

not an ideology.

Do not talk to me of hypocrisy.

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Angel Prayer

Do angels fear to tread

Mariupol‘s streets

lined with the dead?

Who else will guard

the skies that bled

upon her living souls ?

A single prayer is said,

asking skies to close

and ease the dread

of more to fall and fail

than bodies.

Listen well, angels of Ukraine.

Speak to angels everywhere

and pass along the prayer,

lest dictators leave their stain

on centuries of despair,

on the streets of Ukraine

and elsewhere.

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Wheat and War

Bread is life.

Ukrainian wheat

Feeds the world.

Fields plowed.

Seed sowed

While bombs fall

On fertile earth

Watered now

By chemical rain?

War kills.

Not for hours,

Nor days and weeks;

But, for months and years

Or even decades.

Another Chernobyl looms

Over wheat fields

And their children,

Young and old,

Hungry and waiting.

I grow cold

Fearing more, contemplating

Famine and war.

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JUST BREATHE

Wiser heads than mine

Form a summit line,

G-7, EU, NATO.

Titles matter not.

Nor names.

Smiling nods in greeting

Begins their meeting

While phosphorous bombs

Drop fires no one can put out.

Ukrainians await the word

Which assures they can endure.

Europe holds it breath

On the front lines of its defense.

Do not hold your breath too long.

That way lies death; not just

For Ukraine, but for all of us.

Hopes rise and once again

We fear the lateness of the hour

As Russia tries to devour

Ukrainians holding tight to freedom

On the outskirts of Western Democracies.

We plead, just breathe!

Breathe support and protection.

Stop holding your breath.

Just breathe!

Just breathe!

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AGING DREAMS

There were no stairs to climb

between four floors explored

in dreams repeated through the night.

Questions roamed with me and more,

excited by the unexpected chance

to replace an old dwelling with new,

under reconstruction which winds blew

through openings in walls.

The misplaced furnace unable to heat

such a large space blocked a place

to park a car. No garage. Its saving grace

was its place on a city street

where I could walk amid constant activity,

unlike the sedate pace of my current home.

The mortgage would be the same

I was assured. No years added

to its satisfaction date.

Did I want this new home built on the old?

Or this new body if Jung is to be believed?

Indecision and insistent queries gave me pause.

Better to draw an old body into new?

Or stay the course more ancient but more safe?

A question for the ages?

Or simply for the aging?

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Unseen Unsaid

There is always more

In the unseen

Unheard

Unsaid

Of every story.

Each hidden word

Preserved in silence

To hide the truth

And preserve

The glory.

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CLIMBING WITH UKRAINE

Keep watching.

Keep helping.

Do not stop now

when the road rises up

and we near the brow 

of the hill.

From the top we will see

both the way we have come

and where we shall be

once we descend

the other side

now unknown.

keep climbing.

Tired and worn,

soul-sore and forlorn,

we must trudge on.

Despite the sirens which warn

of incoming cyber 

and missile attacks.

Prepare to fight back.

Find strength to continue.

There is no going back.

Peace of mind is the price we pay

standing outside comfort zones,

as day follows night,

to defeat the evils which delight

despots and autocrats.

Goodness and mercy light our way.

Be not afraid. Stay the course.

All roads come to an end;

unlike rainbows,

which use our tears

and the sunlight of truth

to color a new world

where peace can rebuild

new cities on the hill.

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KETANJI BROWN JACKSON HEARING

Hearing loss is not unheard of 

in those of a certain age.

Ages past teach us history

of voices raised under the lash

of slavery and misogyny,

striving to be heard.

We hoped the voice of power

might learn to listen one day,

to heed history’s silent warning

not to toss away with such disdain

the unfamiliar insights gained

by those who struggled to maintain

dignity and wisdom despite 

such soulful pain.

we hoped they could learn to quiet

the voice of evil echoing from the past,

and respect those who overcame

the blunt instruments of power 

under the lash used to subject 

those whose talents challenged

with unintended threat

their white supremacy game.

A game no one can or should aspire 

to win seems to have caught fire

in minds and imaginations of their fans

who watch from bleachers on FOX or C-Span

as their team attempts to steal the ball,

bribes umps and referees

and announcers reporting their calls.

Supremacist fans chant and cheer and rally,

raise money for the cause.

Cheerleaders lead the chants: donald, josh, 

marco, marjorie, lindsey,  tucker et. al.

Beneath the din of gamesmanship

a nation listens for its fall

as a woman Black and small

whispers smiling words of reason

with a heart full of love for country

which just might save us all.

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THE WHITENESS OF WAR AND PEACE

Afghanistan,Democratic Republic of Congo, Ethiopia,

Myanmar, South Sudan, Yemen, Syria, Ukraine

to name a few where war is hell 

due to shelling missiles and bombs.

Roaming tanks and armored vehicles

hauling troops shoot civilians at will:

children hiding in shelters,

adults seeking bread,

pregnant women giving birth.

Destruction of hospitals and schools

creates a living hell.

And while wise heads of state debate

wars continue unabated,

except for the acts of the truly courageous

whom we all agree do not deserve such fate.

Look deeper where no bombs yet fall

to places where despots and bullies stand tall.

The USA, the UK, France, Hungary et al.

Leaders elected but never impeached by an electorate

which loves hostility in its games and entertains

itself with harsh rhetoric and hate,

sexist and racist snipes and attacks

against those who disclose white men lack 

a claimed true supremacy, used for centuries

to hold top of place in every endeavor.

Even in hearings selecting Supreme Court Justices

white supremacy seeks to trump the most sage. 

White men, and women too, wage

war with words on FOX News and in media

unused to being used as propaganda tools.

Facebook, Meta, Twitter, Tik Tok

and others are weapons of war before

other armaments become necessary

in a place where votes set agenda for democracy.

Ukraine is the not the start of the Third World War.

Ukraine is the first place democratic patriots fight back.

All democracies have been under word and cyber attack.

Stop the gaslit words. Stop the hate.

Stop the lies. Stop the insider attacks

on nomination of candidates, elections

and sacred halls of government.

Contemplate truth and defend it

before lethal attacks increase 

and weapons of war become legal,

unlicensed and hidden from view

until they are used to attack you

and those we need to guide us through

World War Three.

We who love our democracy

are counting on you.

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Prejudice on the Move

Can you tell me why

We hurl stereotypes

Onto the backs of refugees

Fleeing equal terrors,

Seeking equal favor,

Hoping for survival?

Can you tell me

Why we blindfold

Our fearful eyes

With stories of savages

And thugs unless

Those in flight look like

You or I ?

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