And so it fell,
the snow,
banished from the sky
To blend with earth
And feed the seed
of Spring.
NO REST in a NIGHTMARE
The dream that is America
died during the night.
The right to vote
and have that vote count
was gone with the dawn.
While I was sleeping
Lady Liberty lay weeping
at the second insurrection
which eroded the protection
of the democracy
we rely upon.
Democracy was killed in dark of night,
the moon’s reflected light
not strong enough
to stop the rape
of her freedoms.
We awaken worn and weary
from brittle dreams
to a new reality
forged in heated nightmares.
Dreams fade over time.
Nightmares hang on.
How long before we forget
the dream that was America?
Rest In Peace, Lady Liberty.
I cannot.
Filed under Uncategorized
Busy Days
Busy days boost the sun
however faint his gaze.
No time to moan
his wandering ways
over the banks of snow.
Sun warms the heart
and soothes the soul
even when he strays
too far south
to take the time
to light our way.
Busy days ease our wait
for sun’s return
To grace us with his kiss
and hold our heart in his.
Filed under POETRY
TOWERS OF BABEL
There were rivers to cross,
then oceans;
and hills to climb,
then mountains.
Common language was lost
in failed use.
New languages grew
in its place.
The Tower of Babel could not be built,
but lay waiting,
for the day
boundaries could be crossed
minute by minute.
Applications translate
while we communicate.
Photos bound oceans.
News climbs mountains.
We build a common language
internetted, and interconnected.
No more need for State’s Rights when we
can all see a shared reality.
A united people is difficult to control
so Republicans lose their party
to the control of the trolls
who lay waiting under the bridges
we cross to meet one another.
And Right where we cross
they argue State’s Rights
to obfuscate and create
The United States of Babel,
making it impossible
to Build Back Better,
or vote.
And they do not stop at our borders.
Right wing trolls mine under the bridges
which unite the world’s democracies,
creating Towers of Babel
across the earth.
Filed under Uncategorized
GRIEF LINES ABOUT THE BROW
I held grief at bay
in tightened fists
determined not to allow
its escape, until I lay
it down upon the page,
Where it sapped my strength.
Taking up the pen
is little help today
when the nip etches lines
of grief about my brow,
too close to allow the flow
of ink upon the page.
Democracy means more to those
More recently saved upon its shores.
The lands of autocrats and hypocrites,
we thought, had been left
behind, beyond our pained sight;
now resurrected by the Republican right.
A Right reinforced by clerics bent
on reasserting ties long rent
between church and state,
Now reinstated by the Court
and pro-life misogynist dictum
making women victims.
The Right backlash to Obama
is a fierce and hateful trauma
which dares to take away
our diversity and our vote,
our personhood and culture,
our history and democracy.
Grief is still heavy today
but less than yesterday.
Today ink flows steadily,
freely, hopefully daring leaders
to find the courage to save the vote,
and this beloved country.
Filed under Uncategorized
Weak Cores
Saving face
By creating truth
Is the only means of escape
From harsh reality
For those whose core
Is thinned and weak
By lack of moral exercise.
Bread and circuse
Did Rome in.
History ignored
Is repeated evermore.
Distraction through attraction
Diverts the gaze, the ear, the tongue.
This is who we live among.
Doing what is correct
Does not reflect the Right
Constantly claiming false
It’s moral might
Over those whose outrage
Threatens their control,
Their wealth, their privilege.
New faces in new places
Where they were not allowed before
Distort the world view
Of the autocratic few.
It takes strong core
Muscles to stand tall
Before the attack of falsehood
Destroys us all.
Filed under POETRY
GRIEF LINES ABOUT THE BROW
GRIEF LINES ABOUT THE BROW
1-15-2022
I held grief at bay
in tightened fists
determined not to allow
its escape, until I lay
it down upon the page,
Where it sapped my strength.
Taking up the pen
is little help today
when the nib etches lines
of grief about my brow,
too close to allow the flow
of ink upon the page.
Democracy means more to those
More recently saved upon its shores.
The lands of autocrats and hypocrites,
we thought, had been left
behind, beyond our pained sight;
now resurrected by the Republican right.
A Right reinforced by clerics bent
on reasserting ties long rent
between church and state,
Now reinstated by the Court
and pro-life misogynist dictum
making women victims.
The Right backlash to Obama
is a fierce and hateful trauma
which dares to take away
our diversity and our vote,
our personhood and culture,
our history and democracy.
Grief is still heavy today
but less than yesterday.
Today ink flows steadily,
freely, hopefully daring leaders
to find the courage to save the vote,
and this beloved country.
NO TIME TO WASTE
Hours bestow the power
to dribble away
a perfectly fine day.
The mind has no budget.
The sets are free;
The actors free of equity.
The script entertains
every possibility,
until dusk drops the curtain
upon our play.
The hours of the night
require footlights
whose cost we often cannot pay.
Daylight hours are meant
to store treasure to purchase
all we have dreamt.
We rest most easily
and dream most peacefully
when day has been well spent.
Filed under Uncategorized
annarino writes 
Lift Every Voice and Sing,by Louise Annarino,3-2-2013
Leave a comment
Filed under COMMENTARY, POLITICS
Tagged as Barack Obama, filibuster, obstruction, politics, racism, Republican Party