Tag Archives: CULTURE WAR

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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CIRCLES

Louise Annarino, 2022, acrylic on canvass

I circle each thought lost

inside out amidst 

newscasts and social media 

circling wagons to create stories

of fearful need to protect

the weakening interior of America

which knows not 

an independent thought.

Which instead seeks death

and destruction of a nation’s

Constitutional protections.

No circles required with facts and reason.

Running in circles means running amok.

I watch the circles expand and contract,

circle one another forward and back.

I get dizzy with disgust as stories go round

and roll down hills that are fake

without any brakes. But, who cares?

Circles of bouncing balls under our feet

keep us off-balance, distracted,

our fears discouragingly protracted.

Where can we rest amid such rolling displays

of ignorance and false flags?

How can we escape from the circles of lies?

How can we find solid surface and stand

safe and secure in this most-beloved land?

Who will tell stories that are straight and flat?

We need much more of that.

Instead, we let the bleed lead a sexier tale,

circling like water down the drain.

We are sucked into circles of muck and disdain

so deep there is no easy escape.

The circle we live on is now on fire,

circling our sun among other stars.

Circles of life persists despite

our circular thinking and culture war.

Toss the circular balls to our children.

Let them play with balls in the air

tossing around new ideas.

Walk slowly until the surface is clear.

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GEESE LESSONS

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Feathers line the ponds’ paths.

The geese are in their molt.

They willingly pull feathers loose.

They do not fear their loss.

They know feathers are merely the surface 

of who they are, a cultural statement,

not an identity. 

They realize they remain geese

even if every feather is lost. 

They poke no fun at their flock members.

They do not call them “geese in name only”.

They welcome the molt. 

It comforts them to lose well-worn feathers.

Geese accept new feathers.

They know they can fly better

even if they look different.

They accept that different is better.

They are still members of the same flock.

They are still geese, just renewed and improved.

If only Americans could accept the molt

of culture and it well-worn surface.

If only Americans could rejoice in new feathers,

and realize they could fly better

and still be one flock.

We could learn lot from geese.

We could learn to fly in a vee formation

with everyone a leader sharing the point

and bringing the nation

into a new age with the strength and grace

to let go of the old feathers and old fears,

and fly free. If only we were like geese.

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