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DYING WHILE LIVING

Like it was yesterday and ever day since

is the memory which makes me wince

that childhood can be erased

and all lost innocence traced

to a single moment.

Sister lined up my first grade class

along the back wall, she put us in place,

gently pushing and prodding.

Then, she drew our attention, with no coddling,

to the lesson she was about to impart;

one which will reside there until my soul should depart.

The lesson from our first grade catechism

explained the grace of God as our chrism.

Every child wonders why she is born,

how her life came to be is a question well-worn.

The answer sister told us is simple and clear.

God simply wanted us here.

She added with smiling and quiet sigh.

From the moment of your birth you begin to die.

That is your purpose; to live then die, to journey to God.

I blinked my eyes in solemn surprise, then prod

with the question I just had to ask, “I am dying alive?”

The answer was clear, “Doing good is how you survive.”

Age is not a curse, but a lesson in living

after a public and private life of giving

all that one is or ever could be,

seeking every person’s right to liberty.

With age comes wisdom softly hidden

in that catechism message often forbidden

to instruct the lives of our children,

entertained and overly protected

by a crass generation of parents selected

to bring forth lives to serve others in goodness,

not merely create a personal fortress 

filled with money and goods to stem their loss

of lives full of purpose, all honor tossed.

Dying to self starts at our birth.

Living for others gives our lives worth.

Remember this rule from God’s covenant.

Living for others makes age irrelevant.

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UNDERSTATED

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There is so little that is understated now.

No more elegant lifting of a single brow.

Excited stammers and caustic frowns

by the faithless Republican clowns

who mimic a man who would wear a crown.

There is no thoughtful, errudite display.

There is only posing false, and evil, play.

Trumped up hearings day-by-day

now hold sway hiding reality away.

He does not lead; but, is just a toy

they use as an effective ploy

to take away power from the many

so they can hold on to every penny

they have gained by writing rules

to benefit themselves and other fools

who overlook their history

and their sworn oaths and holy duty.

What games are played out every day.

While we are left to hope and pray.

And legislation is torn to shreds

that protected us lying in our beds

believing we could face another day,

and see more laws added to hold harm at bay.

They play on fears which they create,

their greed for money and power to satiate.

Vote before it is too late

and democracy is no longer ours to celebrate.

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HAIKU FUNDAMENTALLY TRUE

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No confessional

can hold the sins of men done

in God’s Holy Name.

Right-wing Pharisees

roam the halls of governments

exercising hate.

They lie to themselves

stealing freedom’s greatest truths

to lie to us, too.

Money flows and fills

pockets-to-let to control

greed’s supremacy.

Unregulated

democracy fails to be

free for you and me.

Fascism now reigns

in God’s name, on lips profane

from pulpits and schools.

Separation fails

to protect laws, or faiths,

when religion rules.

Time to drive out the

money-changers from temples

of government, now.

We cannot allow

such hate and such harm to be

offered in our name.

Such Offertory 

should be left at the altar,

not legislatures.

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LOVE ‘EM OR HATE ‘EM

Cousins at play in public park: Tina, Victoria, Louise Annarino 1954

I have seen this hate before. I could not understand it then.I do not understand it now. When my mother lay dying it became clear to me that the only measure of a life is the ability to love. A body shriveled by cancer’s reach into every cell, wracked by pain, realizing death is near holds onto love, not life. Death’s grip is too fierce to break. But, the only thing death cannot destroy is love. I saw it in my dying mother’s eyes, reflected in my own. That love binds us still. It always will. So, no, I do not understand the need to hold onto hate when love is so much stronger. Love reveals our strength to us; hate, our weakness. Love displays our courage; hate, our cowardice. So, no, I do not understand hate.

As child of Italian immigrants, growing up in the 1950’s, in a neighborhood populated by two German immigrant families, dozens of Italian immigrants and a few Irish immigrants, I learned my place. Venturing too far away from the four block area adjacent to the railroad tracks we inhabited brought me to the Appalachian whites nearby, who could not afford to live anywhere else, so had to live near the despised and hated immigrants. Our Catholicism, a commonality of each immigrant group, did not endear us to “Americani”, either. We learned to ignore their taunts and sneers, threats and minor assaults with whatever weapon they wielded…a switch from a shrub, a golf ball, a pitched badminton racket, a rock. We were careful to avoid the “hoods” carrying switch blades. Skinned knees caused while running to escape and falling, split lips or bruises were not uncommon. To be clear, not all of those “Americani” participated in bully tactics; but, too few fully embraced us, and none defended us. I have seen this hate before. I have felt this hate before.

My parents explained that hate is not universal. Only cowards and ignorant fools cling to hate. Most people know how to love. Thus, we were admonished to never hate anyone. Stay strong. Show love no matter what. Be brave. Never start a fight; but, never run from one. Stand up to bullies. They are weak, fearful cowards and will back down. Hate is not endemic to white people, nor to any group. But, within every group there are cowards…bold, brassy, loud and stupid cowards. We held our ground at the playground. We ignored the jokes and jibes. We ducked the projectiles. We moved forward when told to get back, staring with fierce determination to continue to swing, to play ball, to run races. We seldom allowed hate to stop our games and ruin our fun. I learned to withhold my smirk when I saw the bully fall back and slink away. I learned to love despite the hate directed my way. I invited the bully to stay and play. Some did. Thus, we broke the force that would have driven us away from enjoying our childhood. We grew strong, fearless and full of hope for better days.

The recent anniversary of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy brought back these childhood memories. When the announcement of his death came over our PA system every class adjourned to the chapel at our Catholic high school. We prayed the rosary together. We prayed for comfort, peace and love in our country. Then, we were sent home to grieve with our families. I gathered my books,  not knowing what to expect next, and when school might resume. Across the street was a public junior high school. As I walked by on my way home, clad in my school uniform identifying me as a Catholic, one  by one, several public school students shouted at me, “We finally killed him!” “He got what was coming to all you filthy Catholics !” “ This is what happens to Catholics who don’t know their place.” I remember these taunts and all the others. They are tattooed on my heart and on my brain. I even can feel the look of confusion on my puckered brow, wondering how these young kids could hold so much hate for their own president, and for me, a total stranger who had done them no harm. How could they so dishonor the wonderful country we shared, and its democratic principles.  No one is more aware of or more grateful for American principles than immigrants are. These long-time inhabitants seemed not to recognize such values at all.

That was then. This is now. Ignorant people still cling to their hate. But the indifference to the haters, the lack of comment rebuking haters which I expected but sadly never heard led to this day. Now, hate is fueled by the right wing of the Republican Party, and not condemned by its members. Worse, its chosen presidential candidate, whose first election succeeded because of, if not regardless of, his hate-spewed speech and hate-filled acts toward people of color, women  and non-Christians is further encouraged to continue hate-filled policies and practices which will kill our democracy as surely as it killed Medgar Evers, Emmett Till, John F. Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Jr., Malcolm X, and Robert Kennedy. I have seen this hate before. I did understand it then. I do not understand it now.

I always knew I became a lawyer to stand in the way of those who blocked programs, policies and practices which honor diversity and seek justice for all. I would be in position where such efforts could be implemented and enforced. Only now, do I understand it was my armor to protect that child in me who still believes that good can prevail once we are willing to stand up to bullies; whether that bully is a landlord, bank, or company. The law is the bulwark against hate and harm, against greed and abuse of power. Now, I watch my beloved Law and its Courts undermined  by those bullies by Republicans in state legislatures and the U.S.Congress, by Republican governors and secretaries of state and states attorneys general who support a bully as their fund-raising cheer-leader to cover their own dark deeds. The alternatives are not to choose between two evils; but, to choose good over evil. To choose love over hate. I watch the silent white supremacists alongside them allow them free rein. People of Color, Native Americans, immigrants have always known the Law favored the wealthy and powerful, majority of them white men. Now, we all recognize the system that has been in place for so long. As a nation we are reaping what we allowed to be sown.  I still do not understand the hate that has allowed this to go on for so long. But, I will still fight such hate with love; until my dying breath…then beyond.

I know how to survive bullies. I am not worried for myself. I watch my country try to survive the bullies, those they eat dinner with at their private clubs who are shocked by what they see…what the oppressed have always seen. Yet, they stay silent or act entertained. Or worse yet, they choose to ignore what they have not wanted to notice.  It is my countrymen whom  I hope will uphold its constitution, its citizens I hope will stand up to bullies and vote them out of office before it is too late. The power of bullies’ wealth can be overcome  by our numbers, if we vote. That is a big if. Mobilize, register, transport and assist voters to the polls. Write Letters to the Editors. Speak out on social media to friends and family. Meet your neighbors and recruit their support for the efforts it will take to stay the course of a democratic republic. I do not understand the hate. I never will. It does not matter. What matters is I will not allow hate to rule my country, nor anyone in it. I choose love, a love embodied in a country which puts no man above the law, and believes all men are created equal, with unalienable rights. I took an oath to uphold the constitution. I took an oath to love.

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POETRY’S PATH

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Poetry may hide under rocks, too.

Poems litter the path with words

often unattached

to any reality,

and blocking the way

to progress.

But, poetry exposed to the sun,

and shared with everyone,

opens up paths of discovery.

Poems can be used as tools

to bring back home

fearful fools

who climbed too high,

led astray by fraudsters

who use their fear

to build a gate,

and create hate

to block the way

to unity and community.

Our village awaits

the return of those who thus roam.

Let poetry guide you home.

Leave hate behind.

Make easier your climb,

unfettered by false letters

in tweets and squeaks

by cowards, hour upon hour.

Such false facts weigh you down

more than personal adversity.

Community will share the load,

no matter how hard your road.

Love, not hate, always finds its way.

Come home.

Come home.

Come home.

Today.

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NATIONAL MORAL DEGRADATION

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Politics is not the key.

The question is morality.

Where moral degradation reigns

the reins of democracy are strained.

When power cedes

to an ever-increasing greed,

and truth becomes a mere toy.

Politics becomes the ploy

to undermine a constitution

and bind in chains of dissolution

the foundation of a nation’s greatness,

the threat of loss of the basis

for a nation where freedom praises

each individual’s human right

to find her truth in her own light,

and raises fear

that the end is near.

Retribution and retaliation

are not the signs of a strong nation.

Apology for wrongs committed

create a place where forgiveness is permitted.

When morality takes center stage

we more clearly see the hateful rage

that undermines persons and institutions,

and can better resist their dissolution.

No debate, nor speech, nor hearing can rectify

the hypocritical pack of Republican MAGA lies

made with hands on bibles and said with smiles

as the autocrats seek power all the while.

Vote your conscience, not your fear-based preference.

Vote as if your lives and freedoms depended,

against those who would see democracy upended.

Bring back the supporters of a constitution

that promises stability, and seeks solution

instead of a cult of personality

created to destroy morality;

to place in power the greediest among us

with promises of white supremacist

in control, as they have ever been before,

quite willing to leave democracy behind, evermore.

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WASHING DAY

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WASHING DAY

If only we could change relationships

the way we change sheets.

Only when they get dirty is not enough

to get a good night’s sleep.

Alito and Thomas rest easier than we in their dirt,

and claim no government washing machine

can touch their white sheets hidden by black robes,

robes so black the dirt collecting there

has been hidden from our view.

But, we smell it. Phew!

We watch their corrupt dust collect 

at the foot of their court decisions,

based not on precedent of law,

but formed from hands too dirty

to keep a nation’s sheets clean;

rulings filled with unjustified derision.

We need to change the sheets, America.

We have allowed the white sheets

of privileged un-justice to cheat as

they hide behind black robes.

Airing our dirty linen has become mere sport.

It is time to change the sheets,

to wash them clean of prejudice used

to promote power and greed.

Justice is not a game of any sort.

We need to remake our American bed

with clean sheets.

SCOTUS has no “never wash” label

with an “X” across its symbols of power.

We must go back in time

to the nursery rhyme

“They that wash on Monday,

have all the week to dry…

They that wash on Thursday,

wash for shame.

They that wash on Friday,

wash in need.

And they that wash on Saturday,

OH! they are sluts indeed.”

And still chief Justice Roberts delays.

We need to change our sheets,

to wash them clean,

remake the bed beyond the bar,

now that we have seen

the dirty robes hiding unclean sheets

of America’s shame,

claimed in Lady Justice’s name.

No lady would behave this way.

She would have started washing 

on Monday.

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INTENT

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I thought the money in the bank was mine.

All mine. All mine. All mine. All mine.

I did not know I could not take it.

I lacked intent to commit the crime.

I had no intent to take what was not mine.

It is all mine. It is all mine. It is all mine.

As are you, and you, and you…

My people are the very best.

I am smarter than you,  not stupid,

if you believe only what I want you to.

I won. I won. I won. It’s true. It’s mine I say.

It’s all the same to those who hurt

and hate and fight against their fate,

hiding behind irreligious faith

to praise the savior of their own demise.

We won. We won. What is our prize ?

Pure intention to commit the crime

in plain sight, in plain view

in text, on tape, in interviews.

I won. I won. It’s mine, this crime

against the country, against me and you.

It isn’t a crime to take what is mine.

“I take whatever I want, and they let me”,

these people who are mine, all mine.

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FORECAST ON FOUR COUNTS

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It won’t be enough.

I am sure.

Inconvenient facts are such a bore.

Unless…

and this is just a guess…

you love our country more;

and loving

opens the closed door

upon considering 

what is in store

if justice is denied,

just to save your pride

and the story you tell to justify 

the twists and turns

of so many lies. 

One can only hope it is true

that we can count on you.

Your country needs you.

As do I

to keep the temperature down,

calm the storms,

and grow democracy

in rows just and orderly.

Freedom dies too easily

when weeds are allowed 

to grow un-fact-checked.

The forecast tells us

four counts must be enough.

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FIRE

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Who created fire

to cleanse all desire

too hot to handle

man’s desire

to rule in God’s place?

Bound by stones

of hardened hearts

contained fire warms the hearth

where love and safety glow

amidst the deepest dark.

Fire un-contained

destroys every tree

on hillsides, across plains;

sends smoke signals

beyond borders once claimed

by nations no longer constrained

in their wanton use of power

growing by the hour

which drains the very soul

of Earth’s sanctity and place

within the universe of grace.

Fire knows its place,

its power to cleanse

over-rated mankind’s 

history of disgrace.

Man’s invention? I think not.

We simply forgot

we only placed stones to hold its power,

and soon kicked them aside

to save our wounded pride.

History knows the place of fire.

It can hold what is too hot handle

across memory and time.

History turn to ash 

when we burn it to save the party line;

a line crossed by the fire of ire’s lies

burning too hot 

to save people and nations.

Hot enough to restore creation

before man destroyed

his only chance at participation?

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