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WE ARE NOT GREAT BRITAIN

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The United Kingdom once was not

united

until its great power overcame a world 

unprepared 

for invasion

and domination.

Britannia ruled the world

once.

In some ways

it still does.

The power of its language

built upon diversity

and linguistic mergers

still rules the world.

The power of its ideals

from Runnymede

through Parliament

and Native American nations

created an American Ideal

which carries its very being

across every continent and sea.

America was once united

until it was not.

It struggled to become

what the western world dreamed.

It got close

until the powerfully wealthy screamed.

Diversity is not all it was meant to be

in The United States, as hate arose

to fill the gaps of middle class needs.

I could stand the loss 

of global power by my country,

As Brits have done before me.

But, I cannot stand the loss

of democracy to fascism and greed.

Great Britain is still a great nation

which defended its democracy.

The USA  accepted fallacy

as truth to sacrifice all 

who would remain free.

It is not the loss of an election

which hurts; but, the defection

of citizens who once claimed

a nation proud and free.

We may never be free nor great again.

We are not another Great Britain.

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PARTING WAYS

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Duty.

Honor.

Country.

Fear.

Cowardice.

Submission.

The first three I claim

The last three I disdain.

No more need be said.

A national honor now dead.

Killed by those who fled 

their duty to country,

a brilliant democracy.

I cannot shake the hand

of one unwilling to stand

by my side and claim 

a nation fighting shame. 

Pretense has no place

in a nation ruled by truth and grace.

Ignorance is no excuse for surprise

by those who choose to close their eyes

to crimes and fraud and hate

until it becomes too late

to grasp and seize and save

Duty,

Honor,

Country.

Parting ways.

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POST-ELECTION 2024

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My sorrow does not come

from the loss of an election.

Sorrow bubbles up and pulls down

faith and hope and trust in

legal and constitutional protection

for the progressive direction

we moved, pushing hate aside,

within the blue bubble 

where I reside, 

within a gerrymandered state

full of Christo-fascist pride.

Court protection is now

too often set aside.

Criminal leaders with immunity

can now act with impunity

to destroy an entire nation,

indeed a  free world.

Greed acts with such speed

to push grace and care aside.

And truth is destroyed

by incessantly repeated lies.

My sorrow does not come

from watching my nation die.

It comes from watching

fellow citizens kill my beloved nation

Right before my eyes.

And the worst part of it all is,

that it is not a surprise.

I have watched a predator party

stalk us creatures of democracy

my whole life.

The day I most feared 

is no longer just a nightmare.

It is the reality of imminent strife.

I cannot simply smile and reach out,

asked to shake hands with voters

with blood on their hands,

when I want to shout “traitors!”

I think of all who died to protect

and defend my country, my best friend,

I cannot stand to watch cruelty up-end

a nation now at-sea, afloat on lies

that all is at is has always been

after an election.

The desperation of a nation

tears at the soul within.

The soul of each and every American,

until America is dead and buried,

so that rich oligarchs can feed 

their need for power and control.

Citizens United has long been on a roll

to knock down all opposition,

and watch weak Americans fold

their cards and lose their last hand.

Such sorrow, I fully understand.

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VOTE BLUE

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This blue earth,

this place of our birth,

grounds us against flight

from this tiny iron rock

hurtling through the dark.

And so, we hold on tight,

bathed in blue light,

sun reflected off ocean’s face,

keeping us in place.

We are cleansed by earth’s air,

a clear and free atmosphere.

We breathe in and then out,

Each breath removes any doubt

that we are of this world, in this place.

We hurtle through darkest space

on this earth, this hard rock

with all its hard knocks.

It is not our imagination.

The gravity of our situation

keeps us awake at night.

We are blue light 

against a dark sky.

Help earth and its people survive. 

Help keep freedom alive.

VOTE BLUE! 

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ART

JUST BREATHE, acrylic on canvas, painted the day Trump was elected president by Louise Annarino. He is still making it hard to breathe.

Art seldom follows

where there is nothing new to see.

Art creates new eyes

new ears, new hearts to set us free.

Art imagines what minds can’t comprehend

forging new beginnings as old ways end.

Politics is an art form

tossing power to and fro 

showing us what we really think

and where we might go.

Art is everywhere we look

showing us what we need to know.

Art has no end date;

its timeliness simply portends.

Vote! it is still not too late.

Art is our dearest friend.

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SEXISM 2024

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Better to wait at the gate?

The temptation is to lift the latch and enter.

It is, after all, a public space.

But women know guard dogs lie in wait

on the other side of the gate.

Thus, carefully, we negotiate

each step along the way,

fearful of unleashed dogs nipping at our heels,

ready to tear apart our bodies and our dreams.

And, when they hear our screams

they say, “I had no idea.”

Plausible deniability is their way.

Men, and women too weak to lift latches, 

deny that sexism is at play.

They laugh and joke at our fright.

Then simply go on their way,

as they believe it is their sole right.

Anyone who is not Christian.

Anyone who is not white.

Anyone who would lift latches

and move beyond the gate;

only does so, when they can no longer wait

for justice and progress, 

which lie beyond the gate,

and the only place 

where their suffering can abate.

Are those who lift latches “the enemy within”?

Lift latches in the safest space.

Then, keep the gates open.

It is not yet too late!

Vote!

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TEN DAYS LEFT

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Ten days left before we turn right?

Ten days until bleakness blinds our sight.

Have we gone so far there is little left

of democratic values clutched to our chests?

Ten days left to fight the fascist storms

unleashed across every institution,

destroying all norms.

Ten days left to remain free,

a freedom based on hypocrisy

and built on lives shipped 

across international waters,

slaves to barter and build an economy

upon flayed backs, our own souls slaughtered.

Entertainment is our strongest ally

allowing full inattention to hide

the deadening ignorance that blankets our pride.

The conscience our forefathers followed

has no place in a nation who souls are hollowed

by power and greed’s need to be seen,

even if only on social media screens.

Muscles clenched in taut abdomens

where fear tends to hide

we try our best to hold onto our pride.

Ten days left to turn the fascist tide.

We are not perfect.

It is perfectly true.

But we always keep going forward.

We always try to improve.

Ten days are both too many and too few

to hold a nation together,

for free people to weather

the threat of old evils made new.

Ten days left.

I am counting on you.

Vote!

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NIGHTMARES

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I dream of Nazis…

men in blue jeans and camouflage

jackets with pockets

to hold weapons,

wearing red MAGA hats;

and bleached-hair women

in comfortable clothes

and comfortable shoes,

smiling at cameras

while they praise

a nobody who makes them feel

like somebody.

Like tools they line up

on his bleachers to be used

to disparage and demean

the others they call fiends.

These are not dreams.

These are nightmares come alive 

and rending the seams of a nation’s fabric

with fascist schemes.

I can no longer sleep

in the silence 

of so many who stay quiet.

Too ashamed to shout with that lout.

But willing to vote him in

to the place where our destruction begins.

I dream of Nazis,

the shouters

the doubters

the scoffers

the weak

the divided

the insiders

who refuse to give up

position and power,

while hour after hour

the fascist beast devours

airwaves and pews.

Let there not be too few

to block his way

on election day.

VOTE!

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AVOIDANCE

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All I want

is to avoid 

my own thoughts

lately clothed in fear

so pronounced 

they bring me to tears.

It finally must be said

anger fades to grief

when death brazenly nears.

Watching a beloved die,

clutching the hand,

wiping the brow,

for perhaps the last time

applies to nations.

I watch my beloved country

whose solemn vow

has always been protect and defend

all those living within

the boundaries of an idea in place

to open freedom’s gates

to all equally, within its small space.

I hold my nation’s heart and soul

with trembling hands 

and shortened breath.

In painful realization

that so many countrymen

in this amazing nation

fear not, nor mourn with me

the loss of our democracy.

Friends and family alike

smirk and snarl in true delight

the unleashed dogs of fear and fright

which rip apart all we have built

without a trace of grief nor guilt.

They break my heart

as they tear our world apart.

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GRIFTERS UNITE

A nation of grifters.

That now seems right.

And the right has taken

grifting to a new level,

right in our sight.

Trump bibles, watches and hats

to grift cash for legal defense.

Elon Musk funds the cache

with his own which once

was our own, using what our

tax dollars created as his own.

Grifters come in all moneyed sizes.

But, the fine print on their offers

is too small to easily read,

hiding their grifting and greed.

Starlink for free to victims

of hurricanes Milton and Helene.

Except it is not free.

And if Musk and Trump succeed.

None of us will be free.

After one month, we will owe

Musk three-hundred forty-nine plus

dollars and service fees. 

Backlash forced him to extend

the grift until the end 

of the year 2024.

when victims will be left

holding the bag and more.

And so grifters appear to be

enlightened and generous and we

their sycophantic beneficiaries,

until it is too late

to shut the fascist gate

being constructed right under our nose.

Grifting away democracy is not new.

It has happened to others before, 

but now, for us, it is way too close.

The grifters have united 

and now so must we.

Vote!

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