Happy New Year

Out with the old.

In with the new.

Throw away society

Is nothing new.

Long lines of history

Started this brew.

Custom is not custom made

When everyone agrees.

No person better than another

If we could truly see.

Celebrations followed time

In its global rounds

Until the ball with all its hopes

Dropped roaringly to ground.

I wish you Happy New Year

Both with joy and dismay

That too many doors will shut again

On this new year’s first day.

Across the globe

We hear the whoosh and slam

of shutting doors and clicking locks

where too few give a damn.

On this day I resolve

To open wide my doors

And to welcome in with grace

Those seeking a safe shore.

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January 6 Investigative Committee

JANUARY 6 INVESTIGATIVE COMMITTEE 12/28/2021

Secrets erode our fall from earth.

Heaven is too far to know

from whence we came

and how far we have fallen.

No one really knows

if truth be told.

That is a matter of faith

unsure

Unstable

unstoppable

like earth’s wobble

through endless space.

Despite the gravity of the situation,

or because of gravity,

still we fall

deeper into unknowing,

reliant on faith.

Perhaps senseless,

or at best clueless

until the secrets are told

and we able to behold

the truth

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FIND THE WORDS 12/27/2021
Sometimes there is nothing more to be said.
Words lie too pale
to leave a trail
on the page
for others to follow.
Thoughts are too hollow
to offer comfort or recourse;
too shallow
to ease pain and remorse.
One step at a time.
One word at a time.
One breath at a time.
One sigh at a time.
Not enough words to rhyme
nor steps to mind.
We falter and fail
hands gripped to the rail
too frail to climb up,
too weary to climb down. Undecided too long.
Afraid to be wrong.
How can we build back better lacking blocks to build letters
to forms words to create stories,
to restore narratives of glory?

Reset the game
we are determined to play.
Reset the rules

and restore the ante fools

have laid bare,
offering nothing but a prayer.
A prayer without words.
Find the words!

Tell the story!

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Variation on the Theme


Is this how the world ends?

of violent means,

and a virus that portends

With a scream

ever-changing threats

to those ill used or well.

How can we tell?

We cannot.

We must not.

Instead,

Our story must be

how we overcame

with a love untamed

by fear or dread

as we bury our dead.

Too much change.

Too fast.

Too many lost

to count the cost.

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Christmas 2021

Time sleeps

For those who weep

It’s passage stopped by grief.

Time awakens

For those shaken

By tears’ release.

Glorious morning!

When light is reborn

Time freed of fear and scorn.

People awake who longed

For angels in song

Announcing the birth of a babe.

A babe who restarts time

Reawakens hope

And restores our joy.

Merry Christmas morn!

Delight in this gift given

The day Jesus the Christ is born.

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Soulstice

One day is all it takes

for Autumn to blow away

on ice-laden winds

that shock lawns

with frost as thick as thieves

robbing us of long walks amid the trees

which shelter us from too strong a breeze.

Our path is no longer clear

of the detritus of Fall,

of our fall from grace, putting us in our place

inside the  hidden thoughts of our minds;

until the sun shines strong  and deliberate,

with a design to clear the mind.

For now, we wait in hope

for longer days and shorter nights

until we can alight guided

by a Stronger  Light

until Spring returns 

to awaken our sight

and warm our souls.

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THE LITTLE AGITATOR

THE LITTLE AGITATOR

12-23-2021

Did you earn a nickname in your childhood? you know, like a mobster, sticky fingers or tattle-tale ? Some nicknames are freely given merely to shorten names; Elizabeth become Beth, Edward becomes Eddie. There are nicknames dragged from the mouths of aggravated  parents in place of a curse, as patience wanes. Such nicknames only work to guide a child’s behavior to the extant they understand all it definitions. Children are quite literal, unlike adults who have learned to use nuance to avoid consequences of unwise words and actions.

My nickname was “ The agitator”; at first “little agitator”, and as I grew older simply “agitator”. In my childish mind agitator had only one meaning: the central post in the washing machine which swished water around to remove dirt from clothes and allow it to be washed away. I found it quite a compliment to know my effort to wash away the dirt hiding others’ motivations, true belief behind their statements, and misleading or misguided behavior was recognized. It was a puzzle why Mom seemed so upset when praising me so often and so relentlessly.  This “little agitator” looked for dirt everywhere to wash it away with words. I washed it out of the house, the playground, the schoolroom until everyone could cleanly and clearly see the uncomfortable truth.

The older I got the more I realized it had been meant not a an encouragement but as an effort to block my truth seeking. Stirring up the dirt to wash it away is not always a sound practice around mothers overwhelmed by small children who care not for the daily bath.  Politicians and leaders fear a bath as well.

Too many of us prefer to hide behind the dirt. Too many of us allow others to hide as well. We fear our own hypocrisy, I think.  Entire industries exist to heap more dirt on the truth of who we are. Sometimes dirt is thrown merely to entertain and distract us from what lies beneath the surface.  Those seeking to hold on to their wealth develop artificial turf, and artificial dirt, to create an artificial world where they can hide their greed and their misdeeds.

Nicknames last forever.  I claim mine gladly. I am “ the agitator”. Throw your clothes in the hamper and start the wash. It is time we came clean.

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The Last Night

Three dreams in a row

And all I know

The first taught how

To design a plow.

The second showed

The purpose of the plow.

The third dreamed warned

Of the uselessness of fields unfurrowed

Where no seed can grow.

Time for plows, shovels or spoons

Fields are waiting.

The time to dig is now.

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Two-by-Four Therapy

Scene: Dorm room of Resident Advisor where RA is handling suicidal student refusing professional psychological counseling referral.

For the 10th. Day in a row the scene has been repeated, several times a day, for 10 days. I was that RA.

Finally, the RA says, “If what you want is to kill yourself, go do it.”

The student’s reply, “I will! And you will feel so guilty.”

I reply, “No, I shall not feel guilt. I will be very sad that someone with so much to offer took her own life, instead of accepting help to do the right thing…continue living.”

The student angrily returned to her own room. In a suite of 16 young women. I notified the suite that she was in need of constant observation; and to call me immediately if her behavior became more desperate. After months of living with her, everyone in the suite was aware of her condition and threats of suicide.

Within 15 minutes the student returned and with venomous looks agreed to professional counseling. Immediately, I had a counselor from the university on the phone with her, making an appointment for the next morning. This was a success,

Two-by-four therapy is sometimes necessary, but not for the faint of heart. It is one reason I became an attorney, instead of a social worker or counselor. I wanted the biggest two-by-four I could wield.

We always need to listen. We do not always need to speak words. We sometimes need to wave a two-by-four to build the future we want. The strongest negotiating tool is not always the language of rational speech; but, the language of power and control. We sometimes need to speak the two-by-four.

Congress, are you listening? president Biden, are you listening? Local Democratic Party, are you listening? Put on you gloves and start lifting those two-by-fours into place if we can hope to Build Back Better.

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NO SILENCE ALLOWED

SOME WORDS MUST REMAIN

SILENT ON THE PAGE

INSTEAD OF SPEAKING OUT LOUD

THEIR OUTRAGE.

NEED I SAY MORE

TO THOSE WHO EXPLORE

EVERY NEWSPAPER AND PODCAST,

AND BROADCASTS GALORE?

YOU KNOW WHAT WE FACE

AND THE FEAR THAT REPLACED

THE EXCEPTIONAL HOPE 

AMERICAN  BIRTHRIGHT BESTOWED

ON THOSE WITH OPEN HEARTS AND OPEN SHORES,

OPEN MINDS AND OPEN POLLS.

NOW SHORES AND POLLS ARE BEING SHUTTERED

SCHOOL BOARDS AND  STATEHOUSES CLUTTERED

BY THOSE NULLIFYING NOT ONLY OUR VOTES,

BUT OUR RIGHT TO CLAIM

OUR DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC

IN MORE THAN NAME

ONLY. IF ONLY, WE COULD SPEAK OUT

UNASHAMED AND ALOUD.

WE ARE NOT PERFECT, PEOPLE, BUT WE MUST BE ENOUGH

AS THE GOING GETS TOUGH. WE MUST BE ENOUGH.

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