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AMERICAN RENAISSANCE

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The dark ages were not dark everywhere.

Light shown to the East, the South, and the West

while Europe cloaked itself in dark days;

as The United States of America does now.

Even camera crews have turned off light and sound.

And evil men and women try to rebound

by creating their own clown-faced muse

with his crypto, coins, twitter, and TV news.

These wanna-be strong-men turn away from the Light of Truth

forsake the Bill of Rights’ light once so very bright

with promise by all, for all, and to do all things right.

We watch all systems fail across airports,

roads, water plants, farm fields, schools and hospitals

and death becomes unleashed by ICE men

playing false as con-men overrule the Rule of Law.

Their appointed judges enact The Rule of Flaw

This may be America’s final straw;

judges sitting in dark court rooms

unable to see what facts there be

so precedence can be overruled

and lights kept turned off, but not for all.

January 6 criminals, rapists, pedophiles, and fraudsters are free

to roam in darkness so deep we cannot see

that none of us is allowed to remain free.

None of us are safe from deportation

to an unknown country, or to our own private hell

here in our own homes, on our own streets,

within our universities and our own communities.

The lights seem to be growing dim

as Dark Ages descend again.

Artists can paint, sculpt and write in the dark.

They see more clearly what is, and imagine what can be.

Their imagery is lightened within dreams and memory.

A new Renaissance can overcome such darkness.

It did so once. It can, again.

There should be no return to the old days, but a rebirth

of those ideals sought enacted by people of Earth,

when our constitution, its amendments and Judicial Act

were put in placed to support a Bill of Rights

to overcome dark night and shine a brilliant Light

across an entire world. Peasant freedom unfurled. 

The work of artists is to bring forth light and right;

a Renaissance of love and peace, respect for all;

and, the courage to make things right.

Art and artists’ dreams dispel, like a liars’ tell,

 shining light in the depths of these dark nights.

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GREY SKIES

ACRYLIC ON CANVASS by Louise Annarino, 2/20/2025

Grey days may appear

to cloud freedoms, far and near.

Don’t give in to fear.

Think as Spring draws near

of all that you hold most dear.

Peace and beauty shall appear.

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HAIKU

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The me becomes lost

amidst all of thee crowding,

flower choked by weeds.

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GREY DAYS

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Some days are more difficult than others

and paint will not dry fast enough 

to add the details which make the canvass

come alive in form and color.

The grey, pregnant clouds cover the sky

from end to end and roll over again ,and again,

blocking the sun and the light in one’s eye.

The brush sits, waiting in the palm.

The heart sits, waiting out the storm.

The canvass sits waiting

as empty as life seems to be.

But, artists know better than to fear

the light has died forever.

Artists simply wait out the storm,

paint the clouds above the crowd

of grey and dull thoughts;

and, write the words bold and loud.

Some days are more difficult than others,

thank goodness.

They challenge the artist and poet inside

and offer them a place to hide.

Until the sun rises high in the sky.

then artists and poets run outside,

paint and words flying far and wide.

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INTROVERTS

HIDING IN THE SPOTLIGHT, acrylic on canvass, Louise Annarino, 11/22/2022

Hiding in the spotlight

living out of sight

is a graceful dance

blocking the view

of the true you.

Light on your feet,

light dancing your own beat,

light blinding the audience’s eyes

to every flaw

no one ever saw,

except for you.

Hiding in the spotlight

is the safest place to be

on the stage,

where life plays out. 

The place to dance for those 

who give a performance 

brave and strong and true.

I applaud you.

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CLOUDY DAYS

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The rain came during the night.

Soft and silent blessings fell

to drench the earth

where mankind dwells.

But they slept on unaware

that helpful forces left a gift

to soften the soil

of hardened hearts.

They rose with the dawn,

faint light clouded over,

and misunderstood such peace

brought a chance to subside

the blazing heat of anger

in fearful eyes 

scorched

by staring at the sun

of a too-bright false sunrise.

Cloudy days ahead 

to soften the blow

when they awaken to the lies

that they have been told.

Every artist knows

one sees clearer

on cloudy days

when truth is crisp

despite the haze.

Or maybe,

because of it.

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LETTER TO MY MUSE

Too many hours have passed

in useless wondering

and thoughtless meandering

among ideas amassed

in wasted floundering.

Alas!

Why bother to address

this failed endeavor to write,

or paint, or garden, or feint

to the left or right to avoid the sight

of another grey day.

The sun has hidden away all motivation,

replacing joy with aggravation.

Too easily am I deprived of hope.

Too ready am I to sit and mope.

Self-disgust is never allowed;

not in this life, not in this house.

So here is the poem for today.

Now, leave me alone.

Just go away!

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