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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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DAYS OF INFAMY

No more war, no more, no more.

This is what the world hopes for.

But bullies of war always go farther,

always want more.

My dad was at sea

off the shores of Waikiki

on a December Sunday morn

when bullies of war against China

went farther wanting more.

While Japanese diplomats wrangled in DC

for changes to US policy 

which barred trade with nations at war, 

Japanese planes far from home

dropped bombs on US shores.

Destroying the Navy which had escorted

Lend Lease weapons of war sent

across the Atlantic on ships 

guarded by sailors including my Dad,

dodging German U-boats and destroyers

was their goal, delivering aid to Europe

with weapons of war.
Bullies always go farther,

always want more.

Japan attacked China in 1931. 

using a false flag attack

on Japanese soldiers to justify war.

Japan pushed farther into China,

and Raped Nanking.

Burma and S.E. Asia were near.

And bullies always go farther,

always want more.

British soldiers and theUS Navy 

stood in the way.

Much was destroyed at Pearl Harbor.

But ships at sea like my Dad’s 

were out of the harbor that day.

The Day of Infamy was December 7. 

Dad was on his way to the Pacific on December 8.

From island group to island group,

To the Philippines and beyond,

The war went father and longer

until stopped by a nuclear bomb.

Dad came home. Too many did not.

As Ukrainians now shelter below,

like the Brits and Chinese long ago

And nations hesitate, negotiate 

and Russia threatens nuclear war

we Lend Aid as before, 

dreading once more

a new Day of Infamy.

Bullies always go farther,

always want more.

Has history taught us

nothing at all?

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MAMA, I AM AFRAID

It started with the words, “…Mama, I am afraid.

Words any soldier facing an enemy would say.

The phrase that cause my tears to bank

before overflowing down my face were these,

“They throw their bodies under the wheels,” 

under armored vehicles and tanks

meant to protect or attack,

depending upon one’s side.

“They told us we would be welcomed.” 

With open arms, “They hate us.” 

Was he dismayed  before he died; 

before those tanks and vehicles 

carried death to those unarmed?

Soldiers die, their innocence intact;

their innocence dead, if they survive.

And all I can do from afar

is cry, and cry, and cry.

For soldiers on both sides

of Putin’s lies.

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EVIL ADDS UP

Not all of us are good at sums.

Math seems an unknown language

But, Here’s a rule of thumb

we all can glean,

“Evil adds up”

ignored if not unseen

by passersby who briefly notice

the drunk huddled with his rum

in the doorway, 

below the underpass

as they scurry by.

Integers of one

are not the same one as I,

we tell ourselves.

That one is different

than the one who is I.

Integers add up 

in natural disasters.

Tornados, hurricanes

fires and floods

multiply the integers

until the numbers draw the light

of media to their plight,

for awhile.

The numbers are reduced

by such attention.

When media lights go off

we passersby forget the

need to finish the subtraction.

Not a single drunk,

but entire blocks of numbers

are left in evil’s hold,

seeking shelter and warm beds,

a drink of water, a loaf of bread.

Crime lords and government

corruption and economic destruction

multiply exponentially the evil done

to entire communities

forced to flee to safety as refugees.

Evil adds up until its mass

is beyond measure

as we passersby seek our pleasure.

A father and daughter on a park bench

in Merry Old England after touching 

the handle as they closed their door,

poisoned by secret police abroad,

sent from Putin and his minions

whose minions are legion,

fallen angels from The Cold War,

who explore every nation

with a single message,

“You cannot hide from evil.”

There is no place to run

as evil has been left to grow,

to multiply beyond every border

of the New World Order.

The people of Ukraine know this well,

after years of dividing  their nation 

from the hell they struggle to quell.

They are not mere passersby

to the evil driving tanks in their streets,

sending missiles into buildings

where children dwell.

Each piece of war equipment tallied

and accounted for. 

Numbers measured on both sides

of the equation of war.

The only story that adds up

is that evil has multiplied 

to drive the suffering

to basements and train stations below

the streets of an entire nation.

Ukrainians do not clutch a bottle of rum.

They clutch one another,

measuring the possibility

of survival upon evil’s arrival

on their own doorsteps.

They seek a drink, a loaf of bread,

the warming comfort of sleep 

in their own bed.

Lesson learned that evil adds up.

Passersby add to that equation.

Passersby who drop coins in a cup

and tell themselves they do good.

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ON THE FRONT LINES

How does one prepare 

for cyber warfare?

There are no longer fronts

where soldiers block the way

onto civilian grounds of safety.

We are all on the front; 

dependent upon technology

for gas and electricity,

for information and news

which could keep us safe

to stay in place.

How do we connect

with family, friends, police,

fire houses, doctors and EMTs,

and get help in an emergency ?

How do we get food on shelves

when distribution channels 

get entangled  with cyber bullets?

How do we bring water out of taps

when treatment plants are trapped

by foreign intervention

of service connection?

Cyber warfare is a world war.

It has already begun.

Prepare for it to get worse.

There is  nowhere to run.

Cyber bullets do not replace

bullets made of lead,

nor rockets, missiles and tanks.

Cyber bullets are simply new

ways to injure, maim and kill.

We are all on the front lines.

The cyber siege has begun.

There is nowhere to run.

We are all on the front.

Worse, the enemy is also within

our congress, state legislatures and courts,

the propaganda machine

of the right-wing Republican Party

funded by American oligarchs,

media-blitzed krieged by FOX 

and other talking point right-wingers,

with fingers in the pie

of democratic institutions.

Such patriots of greed hide

in plain sight

cheered with delight

by MAGA white male supremacists

who use Trump as their poster boy,

inciting and inviting

secession from democracy

in favor of autocracy.

We are all on the front.

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SAFE SPACE

Just when it seemed Spring

would warm and soothe Winter

the rains came and the swing

of changing weather washed clean the filter

of our misconception

that there was a space for protection.

The world is not safe.

There is no safe space.

It rained all day as rivers built

along property lines

where soil declines to wet silt.

Ice followed falling temperatures.

It coats every surface and aperture.

The birds decry as they fly by

“The world is not safe.

There is no safe space.”

Now the snow falls fine

in gentle winds snow twines

over every branch and roof,

upsetting every wing and hoof.

Birds flit from bare-limbed trees to pines

whose tighter shelter blocks cold’s threat.

Only to be blocked by other birds afret

their space has been invaded

by birds outside their flock.

Back and forth they flit as steady as a clock,

trying to find a safe space.

The world is not a safe place.

The birds never give up trying.

Neither should we.

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