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MORNING DOVE

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Morning brings us mindless enterprise

until Brain sorts itself sorts itself out

and finds a side to lean on as

rational thoughts begin to unsteadily rise,

as do we, from beds draped in blankets

and dreams, soon lost in shallow mists.

uncertain what this new day will comprise.

We only awaken when the world makes sense again

and each moment of each hour of this day stops

being a devastatingly horrible October surprise.

Which may explain why so many refuse to awaken,

fearful of what the day may bring to their side.

Living in the dawn of denial and refusing to think

keeps nightmares hidden behind false pride.

Which may explain why so many fear being woke,

and despise those awake, yet steadier, than they are.

It is easier for some to remain in the dark ages,

unable to face each new day with hopeful anticipation.

The unstable on their feet, pushed around in misdirection,

bombarded steadily by false presentation on their way

to the kitchen from the bedroom to prepare for work,

which may or may not be securely theirs if AI has a say.

In darkness, they color outside the lines of common sense,

unable, and scarily unwilling, to follow a rational conversation;

or simply refuse to move an inch, holding on to the fence.

We all need a simple cup of coffee, for satisfaction.

We all need a moment, or two, of silent reflection.

We all need to accept our common imperfection.

We all need a personal course correction.

We all need to reassemble our sleepy thoughts

and start behaving as we ought.

We are stronger than we know.

We can stand on our own.

we can let fear go back to sleep

as we awaken on balanced feet

facing each new day.

That is no mean feat.

It was never meant to be.

We were made from and for love.

We are the morning, not the mourning, dove.

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LIFT HIGH YOUR LAMP

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The Mother of Exiles lifts her lamp high above the shore.

Showing the world the open, golden door

which does not close on the rich, nor on the poor.

Greatness lies just beyond it where

no storied pomp, nor propaganda can close a door

where freedom reigns instead of princes and kings;

despite the mean-spirited ads, rallies, rants and roar.

The huddles masses of those who came before

yearning to be free are just like you and me.

Together, we immigrants to a foreign shore

watch not the dismantling of the door,

as we watched the destruction of the East Wing;

but, the boards of hate and fear nailing it shut

wondering what an AI fascist future may bring.

Meanwhile, MAGA boasts and laughs and struts.

All that now remains is a frame and lintel

on which voters hopes patiently hang.

And, those seeking safety on American shores

are hunted and locked up by those who fear and hate,

whose violence has been unleashed

as it has been many times before.

A nation built using violence to seize its manifest destiny

none-too-soon learned to use restraint;

amended a constitution, and regulated greed and hate.

A new door must be built, open to allow hope to flourish

and America’s soul renewed by love for all,

that we may see its faith is restored.

Vote to end America’s soul-less rage.

Vote to turn America’s fearfully hate-written page.

Vote our constitution and rule of law to be restored.

Vote to lift your own lamp above every closed door.

Lift the lamp of freedom over America forevermore.

Hiding your light under the barrel and staying silent

has never worked before.

GO VOTE!

Then light the space around you

until the nightmares are put at an end;

and America is, once again, on the mend.

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TO BE OR NOT TO BE

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TO BE OR NOT TO BE

The dark of night yet lingers and hides horrors from our sight,

as surely as using his poisoned pen our would-be king

claims undeserved, and hitherto unknown, power and might.

Disguised as feeble-minded and deranged in his fake rage,

surrounded by sycophants helping him turn every page,

he orders and re-orders freedom as his serpent

sibilant breath hisses and shouts across a stage,

revealing his sins and our own, as old as this nation.

Our fears and incoherent anxiety revealed with every breath,

as old as earth’s uncertain and unknowable creation.

Our American Garden of Eden has been turned into hell

for people of color and women, immigrants and refugees

who come with promise and work hard to make true

the promise that over 250 years determinedly grew,

and journalists pledged to tell us truth that is balanced and fair.

Even a live view of a firing squad of a criminal in a wheelchair

does not diminish the would-be kings charm

like a snake sung into action by Congressional inaction

which daily increases a litany of new harm

while they refuse to impeach and remove him 

and his co-horts who claim he is only joking, 

and ask us to believe he is such fun,

as he destroys the Bill of Rights, one by one;

and ignores every court order to cease and desist

his personal form of corruption and grift.

The rule of law, its lawyers and judges live in fear

as he unleashes his supporters to threaten and sneer.

Americans, it seems, find some ability to be tolerant,

though not as we hoped, to keep us solvent.

Americans accept racist and sexist firings

to make white supremacy in charge, and re-wiring.

Americans accept attacks on the Capitol and its defenders,

and pardons for criminals whose attacks never ended.

Americans can accept attacks on electoral process

and threats of vote seizures meant to intimidate

and stop voters who cannot wait to participate

in tossing the bums out with freedoms’ voting clout.

Americans can accept endless war financed by the poor

while the richer get rich making deals with enemies galore.

But, hands in our pockets, is a step too far for us.

You cannot steal our money like you steal our Jesus,

to convince us neither He, nor we, are who we once were.

Money has become our one, true god;

and whiteness, and gas prices, our only guiding star.

Vote evil out of this garden of Eden,

the serpent and all who will not act against him,

who now pretend they are on our side with false pride;

while cutting trees into crosses and debasing the wood.

The promise of America  requires you vote Blue

to keep this nation free, progressing, and claiming what is true.

Join NO KINGS rally and marches near you on October 17.

Make a plan and VOTE on or before November 3.

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Mid-Term Haiku

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Nightmares roam freely

while voters watch fearfully

death of a nation.

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SING A SONG OF FREEDOM

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Freedom is our right.

Voting shows our might.

Sing a song of freedom.

Sing it strong.

Sing it long.

Voters sing along with me.

Lift the voice of liberty.

The few who would silence us

will rock and roll before they fall

in silent loss and agony.

Despots and bullies cannot withstand

the voices of power and the sound

of voting levers in musical chorus

ringing across the future before us.

Freedom lovers hold your ground

against kings and tyrants, 

who despite their might,

cannot dance to freedom’s sound.

Vote with music and dance at the polls.

Let freedom ring as despots fall

before the song of freedom loud and clear.

Freedom lovers hold America dear,

and lift her in song written in blood and tears

for these past 250 years.

Sing a song of freedom.

Sing it strong!

Sing it long!

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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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BLIND EYES

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So enamored of myself am I

that I do not see you

though I look you in the eye,

all sincerity belied.

When I face you so confidently

the only one I see is me,

reflected back clear as can be.

Every charge I make against you

is really my confession.

I speak with such aggression

to hide all fase impressions

lest you take the time to think.

I use the fear I sense you feel, 

reflected back at me,

in a never-ending loop;

which only makes me more afraid

to ever acknowledge you.

I must seize your power for my own.

It is the only way I can survive.

I can only live my life 

if I steal yours

Your life or mine?

There is but one answer.

It is why you take my side.

It is why fear makes you hide

any conscience you once knew.

I will always be watching you.

I love watching myself.

All narcissists are blind; you see.

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TAGLINES

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My dreams have taglines; colored lights forming words,

scrolling across the bottom or the top 

to awaken a sleeping brain.

Sometimes, bold sentences 

within thick-lined boxes to draw attention.

My tired body sometimes fails to notice or understand  

the insights my vivid dreams demand.

As I dreamt last night and viewed my last scenes 

a box appeared with a message to be gleaned:

TO GO FORWARD IT IS OFTEN BEST TO LOOK TO THE PAST 

WHERE YOU HAVE BEEN BEFORE. 

And, then, I awoke to my here and unformed now 

wondering what part of past 

informs a future built to last.

Dreams leave clues like any good mystery.

Dreams fragment history.

Dream introduce me to strangers 

who tell their stories, and not my own.

I wake confused yet excited to explore 

the fading dream some more.

I turn on lights to brighten the dark morning, 

awaiting a breathless sunrise 

to seep beneath shades hiding the night, 

which might bring surprises to my door.

It is difficult to see a future

when these days are so dark.

Dreams tell me to see clearly

my future relies upon seeing my past.

I search each dark corner

with a flashlight in my hand.

If I can see what brought me here,

where I now wonderingly stand,

I can see a future brighter than indignation,

more solid than fearful imagination.

A future where strangers’ stories become my own,

and I can grow from seeds I have sown

in the dark soil, now,

so well known.

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IN THE RING

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Simply waiting will not do at all.

When did simply waiting

accomplish anything at all?

Yogis pose in silent waiting,

fingers touching in connection.

While we who simply wait

have no connection at all,

and lose ourselves 

in self-destruction when we fall

within the ring where the fight is set

by the one percent and big tech bros

placing their weight and cash

heavily upon our backs

until the fight is so unfair

we realize we have not a prayer.

Church pews sit empty.

The fight is on every screen.

We fail to realize we are in the ring.

We cannot simply watch the fight.

Simply waiting cannot make all right.

We will go down with the count

toppled by high winds, fire, and flood.

The severe cold will freeze life’s blood.

Recognize we are in the fight.

We have always been in, to our chagrin,

fighting for our very lives;

while being entertained to silence

and static acceptance of violence.

Simply waiting did not stop slavery,

Jim Crow, voter suppression, child abuse,

sexual harassment and women’s subjugation.

This has always been the fight of our nation.

This is not a new fight we watch as battles

in the ring to see which latest victim falls.

We cannot simply watch from the sidelines

because it is us inside the ring.

It is we who shall fall.

We the people shall participate.

We the people shall win or lose.

Do not sit in your corner. 

Don’t throw in the towel.

Get up and fight. It is not too late.

Then get to the polls and vote to win.

All bets are on you. Gloves at the ready, and grin!

Then prepare for the backlash, 

one worse than the one before.

Get in the fight again.Knock your opponent to the floor

with such a strong vote he cannot rise.

Put him down for the count forevermore.

Then raise your gloves high and stand tall.

Simply waiting will not do at all.

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GREED

Despite what we have been told,

money is not the root of all evil.

Money is neither good nor bad,

It can be either warm or cold.

But, greed, that nasty fellow

eats away at heart and soul.

Puts self above the common good,

turns courage into cowardly yellow.

Shame finds no home among the self-serving.

Enamored wealth sets its own pace,

sets purposeless and questionable goals.

The weighty stacks of greedy acts is unnerving.

Senselessness rules its theft of compassion.

Ignorance shelters the ruse of satisfaction.

Depravity sets up cruel games of distraction.

Fear, baseless fear, becomes the sole passion.

Greed can become the ruin of us all.

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