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HOTHEADS AND HOT PLANETS

Temperature dropped fifty degrees.

It snowed last night, to pansy’s surprise.

Such cold stills connections

among the creatures of this earth.

How much colder is space beyond

this planet we are on.

Billions of suns, most yet unknown,

leave dark space frozen,

dark matter hidden from our view.

What connections are possible

between planets, when those on earth

are few and far between?

How do we reach each other

beyond the coolness and disdain

for others we see as not the same?

How do we warm up the atmosphere

to allow friendships to form and hold

us safe from violence and war?

How do we share warmth

without setting fires to enflame

nations, planets, universes?

Time to figure it out.

The clock is ticking.

Hotheads are rising

despite the falling snow

trying to cool tempers

and temperatures.

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SEND IN THE PLANES

It is uncomfortable.

It causes pain.

Is it insane?

or, is there a good reason

to refrain 

from sending in the planes?

Watching a fight

from the sidelines

is no way to win the bout. 

Democracy must win.

Never doubt.

Planes sit on tarmacs

as children die

in the arms of the wounded.

It is uncomfortable

to watch their pain.

Send in the planes!

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CLIMBING WITH UKRAINE

Keep watching.

Keep helping.

Do not stop now

when the road rises up

and we near the brow 

of the hill.

From the top we will see

both the way we have come

and where we shall be

once we descend

the other side

now unknown.

keep climbing.

Tired and worn,

soul-sore and forlorn,

we must trudge on.

Despite the sirens which warn

of incoming cyber 

and missile attacks.

Prepare to fight back.

Find strength to continue.

There is no going back.

Peace of mind is the price we pay

standing outside comfort zones,

as day follows night,

to defeat the evils which delight

despots and autocrats.

Goodness and mercy light our way.

Be not afraid. Stay the course.

All roads come to an end;

unlike rainbows,

which use our tears

and the sunlight of truth

to color a new world

where peace can rebuild

new cities on the hill.

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THE WHITENESS OF WAR AND PEACE

Afghanistan,Democratic Republic of Congo, Ethiopia,

Myanmar, South Sudan, Yemen, Syria, Ukraine

to name a few where war is hell 

due to shelling missiles and bombs.

Roaming tanks and armored vehicles

hauling troops shoot civilians at will:

children hiding in shelters,

adults seeking bread,

pregnant women giving birth.

Destruction of hospitals and schools

creates a living hell.

And while wise heads of state debate

wars continue unabated,

except for the acts of the truly courageous

whom we all agree do not deserve such fate.

Look deeper where no bombs yet fall

to places where despots and bullies stand tall.

The USA, the UK, France, Hungary et al.

Leaders elected but never impeached by an electorate

which loves hostility in its games and entertains

itself with harsh rhetoric and hate,

sexist and racist snipes and attacks

against those who disclose white men lack 

a claimed true supremacy, used for centuries

to hold top of place in every endeavor.

Even in hearings selecting Supreme Court Justices

white supremacy seeks to trump the most sage. 

White men, and women too, wage

war with words on FOX News and in media

unused to being used as propaganda tools.

Facebook, Meta, Twitter, Tik Tok

and others are weapons of war before

other armaments become necessary

in a place where votes set agenda for democracy.

Ukraine is the not the start of the Third World War.

Ukraine is the first place democratic patriots fight back.

All democracies have been under word and cyber attack.

Stop the gaslit words. Stop the hate.

Stop the lies. Stop the insider attacks

on nomination of candidates, elections

and sacred halls of government.

Contemplate truth and defend it

before lethal attacks increase 

and weapons of war become legal,

unlicensed and hidden from view

until they are used to attack you

and those we need to guide us through

World War Three.

We who love our democracy

are counting on you.

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MASK THE SKY

The Covid pandemic stole funerals for the loved ones

left behind to bury their dead.

Final viewings in pleasant rooms

meant to dispel the sorrowing gloom

of family and friends

gathered to share fond memories

and mend the tear in hearts

became limited to the closest few

wiling to dare the threat of virus.

How fearful it all seemed

to nations unwilling to mask against infection

and end the dread of more illness and death.

“Freedom” shouted anti-vaxers who waged war 

on those in need of greatest protection.

And yet.

And yet.

Those truly defending their freedom

lie dying and dead unable to even be buried.

Bodies stacked along streets

of Mariupol, Chernihiv and Sumy.

Bombs rain down upon still-living heads

one-a-minute, bringing more dead

to fall without witness other than

their fellow dead. 

Too dangerous to gather bodies

torn apart and bled.

Too dangerous to even bury the corpse.

No funerals nor gatherings of course.

How much crueler can life get?

And  still anti-maskers refuse to mask;

not their own faces, but the skies above Ukraine

allowing missiles still to rain

down nothing but death

upon those who truly know what it means

to stand for freedom.

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STUMBLING TOWARD PEACE

How limited is man’s reason

at the best of times

in calm seas

when a light touch 

is all the need?

Calm hand on the helm

as ships of state range

angry seas roiled and rolling

in waves of megalomania

matters even more,

while people plead for

even more power

as innocent citizens cower

in basements and tunnels,

where children are crying

and parents sighing

their inability to reach safety.

If answers were known

the problem would already be 

solved for a frightened humanity.

There are no easy answers,

no negotiation nor compromise

when reason has become undone.

Questions such as those we face

can only be answered

by history, after becoming

stumbled upon by those whose reason

holds fast despite the blast

of missiles and bombs.

It is not only armaments unleashed

which make us stumble and fall;

also, reason undermined by tall

tales and lies which cloud

the road to freedom and the end of war.

We cannot pretend to know what will work.

Strategy cannot portend outcomes.

We are all in the dark ages now

hoping for reason to light a new way,

a renaissance to unfold

that the story to be told

will end with cheers and delight

of a world with greater insight.

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“IF I WERE GOD”

This is the question heard like a shot

around the world in heavy hearts.

Who we are matters not

when empathy takes apart

the calm acceptance of fate.

We accept our human frailty in part,

yet aspire to be gods who can create

a world of safety.

From Sun-Kings who were gods

to Putin, Kim Jong Un, and Khamenei

is a short road of ignominy.

Each day of war brings the prayer

“If I were God” I would stop

this unholy massacre.

The helplessness becomes

too much to bear

for such as me.

How much harder must it be

for leaders of democracy

who see more of war than we can know

with secret insights passed between

those on front lines where evil grows?

Is this their prayer, too?

Are they strong enough to ignore its pull?

For autocrats are not.

Autocrats create the fiction they are gods

and pretend a courage they lack

to remain human; becoming monsters instead.

Leaders of democracies show greater humanity

because they have the courage to admit

they are not God, no matter how much

they wish it were so.

Democratic leaders have the strength

to carry the heavy burden

not only of their own human frailty;

but, of ours as well.

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LETTER TO EARTH

Good morning, Earth.

You are still here

harboring fragile lives

and all they hold dear.

We have forgotten our friendship,

stayed silent for too many years.

Silent while your virgin forests

were raped and cleared.

Silent while your fields became poison

farmed in chemical warfare.

Silent when your fields’ waters ran off

to your rivers where your fish died.

Silent as viruses you had hidden from view

escaped your now weakened ties

that once bound them unable to harm us,

your dear friends, causing alarms

which trounced us awake to our loss.

Silent as oil and gas heated your breath

bringing fire, floods and storms, 

illness, war and death.

Silent no more as Putin threatens 

your nuclear destruction.

Silent no more as Earth,our best friend,

faces total obliteration 

after decades of our willful alienation

from you, Earth, our best friend.

The war we watch on our screens

began inside us sight unseen.

We were not looking within

when we should have been.

Silent no longer,  but is the song we now sing

our death song, after staying silent too long?

Dear Earth, can we make amends

and make you, once again

our best friend?

I pray you say “yes”.

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For Today

Could I please write poems?

Something trite and meant to cheer?

War is simply a horror.

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READ THE DAMN BOOK:before it is banned for bad language

How does one write poetry

while bombs cluster fuck humanity 

and babies are born in bomb shelters?

Ukraine is the latest round of neglect

of children too long the object

of adult selfish-need to be free

of responsibility for anyone but “me”.

Each night children bed down

on cold ground, homeless, hungry, alone.

Or, if lucky, four to a bed before eviction

kicks them and their mom to the street.

Each day children dodge bullets

not only to and from school,

but behind doors barricaded by desks.

Suicide soars among the young.

They watch fire devour tree and flower

as rivers run dry or expire in mud

left behind by a flood.

They watch oceans mired in plastic mulch

rise to drown coastlines and streets

where sewers overflow to taint

the water they drink from lead pipes.

Those are the lucky ones 

who need not walk water miles 

in jugs held aloft on tired feet

with tired minds and tired smiles.

Plastic lurks in cattle feed and breast milk.

We feed our children plastic.

Is this the world we dream of leaving our children?

Is this what allows us to press our tangled hands in our laps

as tanks and cluster bombs mow our children down ?

Ukraine is another chapter in the book we refuse to read,

lest we take some responsibility.

This is the only poem I have today

as I watch children await 

the school bus driving them to their fate

written in the book of life.

Read the damn book!

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