
I waited awhile for your smile,
perhaps too long.
It never came until too late.
I shall never know
why you made me wait
until I said, “I’ll
be going now.”
Your face lit up in joyful prose
and told me all I needed to know.


I waited awhile for your smile,
perhaps too long.
It never came until too late.
I shall never know
why you made me wait
until I said, “I’ll
be going now.”
Your face lit up in joyful prose
and told me all I needed to know.

Filed under POETRY

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.


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.

I only want a moment of your time
to reflect upon un-poetic rhyme.
There is so very much to do.
I ask either too little, or too much, of you.
His need for subserviency, adoration and greed
takes no notice your own, real need.
You were never meant to be his white serf,
one-step above Black slaves, laboring on his turf.
The DOJ and SCOTUS handed back the whips
to those who do his bidding as he flips
from cruelty to cruelty arranged by Putin’s calls
plotting and planning The USA’s trips and falls.
Military is used to manipulate stock prices so the wealthy few
can buy low and sell high, with no care for you.
Your coins build a ballroom in which you shall never dance.
A triumphal arch between the Washington Monument and Lincoln’s glance
will be constructed that you may no longer easily recall, nor see
American aspiration to realize true equality.
MAGA,Trump, MAGA,Trump! You chanted your power by chanting the name.
The power was a never his but yours.
The conman wins the game, and dances as he scores.
And you cheered. Oh, yes, you did; even gerrymandered lines of hate
for Democrats, Black citizens, college students in every state.
You joined the game without concern, without a qualm
while team leaders covered up crimes, you stayed calm.
Pedophilies, rapists, liars, cheats and colluders in corruption
steal our nation’s health and wealth and reputation
while you stay silent, subservient and take satisfaction
that you can cheat your way to success in every upcoming election.
Detention centers hide concentration camps, not deportation.
If any one of us is not free, none of us are free, don’t you see?
Or are your eyes only on gas price increases, and food costs?
When will you realize nearly all we love is lost?
Get you head out of the book, your eyes off the screen.
Look around at the suffering, MAGA is offering in between
the crazed tweets and mean-spirited acts by the nation’s elites
who refused to be taxed and share the wealth
they gained from your labor with a soft, thieving stealth.
I only want moment of your time
to discover the truth inside their rhyme.
Then I ask you to stand, speak, even shout
until every single one of us learns what MAGA is really about.

The tree must come down.
It’s stump must be ground.
Know this,though.
Its roots continue to grow.
The lines we rely upon
To stay safe and strong
Will remain under threat
If we rejoice and forget
The threat those roots make
If we do not stay awake.
The tree may be gone.
But the threat still goes on.
We can take down the tree.
But, stay by me.
We must stay alert and fight,
the tree’s shadows alight.
It takes time for roots to die.
It takes time for truth to replace a lie.

I envy those still able to place words on a page.
I hesitate at what I might say to display my rage.
Silence is its own subtle, harmful, deadening cage.
I refuse to become like you – a killer
of all that is good, all that is free, all that is true.
I refuse to become like you – a silent witness
of all that is evil, all who are held in bondage,
all of the lies which rely upon you.
I refuse to become like you – a sycophant
in silent praise of racist, sexist, xenophobic chant
by tiny minds, fattened by greed, with tiny hands
grasping for the sacred trust, and pedophilic lust
most hide from civil and moral view.
I refuse to become you – a lost boy
in Never-Never Land, fearful and confused,
afraid to grow up, preferring to fly high
above those you believe inferior
so that you can feel superior.
I know who you are; and so, do you.
I refuse to become you; and so, extend a hand
to help you settle down upon a branch of freedom.
It is weakened; it is true.
But still strong enough
with love enough
to hold us…together.

Fraud plot in which some Somali immigrants participated? All Somalis are garbage so get rid of them all.
Criminal activity in which some African-Americans engage? All African-Americans are garbage. Get rid of them all.
Investigations and questions by journalists you find troublesome? All journalists are garbage. Get rid of them all.
Some women refuse your advances and sexism? All women are garbage. Get rid of them all.
Venezuelan boaters survive an illegal attack at sea? All Venezuelans are garbage. Get rid of them all.
Democrats pass legislation restricting corporate greed? All Democrats are garbage. Get rid of them all.
Military heroes remind military personnel to refuse unlawful orders? All military and veterans are garbage. Get rid of them all.
CEOs defraud, overcharge for goods and services, underpay workers? All CEOs are garbage. Get rid of them all.
Some White people commit crimes? All white people are garbage. Get rid of them all.
Some men abuse and rape women? All men are garbage. Get rid of them all.
Some bankers hide criminal gains, make money off the deposits? All bankers are garbage. Get rid of them all.
Hate has no logic except its power to destroy.
Hate has no reason except its delight in abuse.
Hate has no goodness in thought or in deed.
Hate is a damning influence and creed.
Hate is the one thing no one needs.
Some people hate? All people are garbage. Get rid of them all.
Hate until no one is left alive, no one at all.

MAGA CIRCUS
The clown leads the circus parade
Following the elephant ahead,
Carrying shovels to clean up the way,
And invite us under the tent.
The clown interrupts each display
Of circus performers’ great feats.
The clown make us laugh to distraction
And keeps us in our seats.
The clown is what we best recall,
For memories are short.
We may not remember what we see.
But, we remember how hard we laughed.
The circus is not a school to teach.
The circus is a business to empty our pockets
Until it once more moves on.
The circus is not a church where we pray.
But a place we feel it is okay to play.
When the tent stakes are pulled and the circus train pulls away
All that remains is an empty field
Trod into mud on rainy days.

Your touch breathes life
imparting energy
gathered from the stars
shining in your eyes;
heat from the closest star,
our sun, through you,
warms my heart.
Too long apart
without your touch
my skin grows cold.
Breath tightens its hold.
Life has no meaning nor
great story to be told.
Missing you becomes a safe
where love is kept for dreaming.
I climb inside its darkened space
to calm my desperate yearning.
Filed under POETRY
CONFIRMATION SLAP
There was one day each year our Catholic parish could expect the Bishop to visit. Every year the children in the fourth grade, age 10 or so, made their Confirmation of Faith. We studied the tenets of our faith so we would understand more fully what it would mean to be confirmed. This was critical because the one thing that sank in was the idea that we would not only promise to live our faith, fully and with integrity; we would pledge to be willing to die for our faith, as many of the Catholic saints had done over the centuries. In fact, we chose a name for ourselves of a saint who inspired us to live our faith as fully as they. I chose Bernadette, a young girl unable to be shaken from her spiritual experiences, despite opposition even from church leaders. She was open to the unexpected, unexplainable mysteries of her faith; courageous and persistent, resilient and humble. She could face down any opposition to live her faith experience.
We had learned through study and life experience that others opposed our beliefs, and especially, our assumed authority to represent Jesus Christ’s teaching . We saw our priests, and even ourselves, as part of the line of succession from Peter the Apostle. A lot of wrongdoing and audacity occurred in between Peter’s time and mine. We were taught to acknowledge errors, correct them and move on. A daily examination of conscience and frequent confession kept us on track.
As a very short child, I led the procession into church. The Bishop asked us a few questions ascertaining that we understood what we were about to promise. I was the first to be confirmed, kneeling at the altar rail, shaking like a leaf, praying for courage. The Bishop spoke the words reminding me that my faith required a willingness to die for Christ. I responded that I would. The Bishop then struck my cheek with a blow so hard those in the back pews could hear the slap, my head snapping to the side. The Bishop looked horrified. I could feel the sting of his hand. I was reminded alright!
After the service ended, we processed from our pews to the rear of the church, the Bishop and altar servers before us. The Bishop waited for me at the door and joined my parents and family as we stood on the church steps. His handprint was still visible on my cheek. He humbly apologized to me and to my parents. Since I was the first child he had underestimated the strength of his blow, and was mortified. I had never expected to see a mortified bishop. It made my heart open to him as human being, no longer an authority figure. Those moments of my confirmation remain with me, 67 years later, as if they happened yesterday. Over the years I had need of the lessons learned that day.
I learned that faith is not a mind-game, nor a mere consideration. It is a calling to act with integrity, love and compassion. It requires the willingness to suffer for others; to learn them, see them, hear them even when I had to “suffer through” them. I suffered through those I did not like nor respect, as well as those I respected and loved. I learned that those in authority held no power over me unless I gave it to them. I could have withheld respect and forgiveness to a bishop who hit me so hard it hurt. I chose to forgive him and accept his unintended harm. However, I never shirk from showing those in authority the harm they do. It is probably one reason I became a lawyer. I experienced justice that day. Too many in our America do not. It is those we must be willing to die for. Our faith requires it.
I listened to two Catholics, Senator Bernie Moreno from my state of Ohio and Vice-President J.D. Vance defend and protect the President Trump’s unlawful war, threats of genocide, and destructive blasphemy the past few days. They were confirmed. Do they not recall their vow to defend and protect our faith and our church as they attack our Pope? Do they not understand integrity and morality? What did they promise as they affirmed their Catholicism when confirmed? I am not truly surprised because they also seem to have forgotten their vow to protect and defend the Constitution of the United States and Ohio, and the laws of both when they sworn into office as senators and then, Vance, as Vice-President.
These are not men of conviction willing to suffer for their faith. They are not humble. They lack integrity. They lie. They attack when they should defend… not just the Pope but human beings in Gaza, Iran, Minneapolis, and every city and hamlet in America. They attack instead of defend our people of color, LGBQT and transgender citizens, our women and children, our elderly and disabled, our working poor, our refugees and immigrants. They would suppress votes of students, women, the working poor, the elderly and disabled and brazenly support the provisions in the SAVE act suppressing our votes. All the while they pretend to protect us and our vote. They stay silent while our military is used to perform war crimes, and while our country’s leaders threaten to annihilate others in violation of the Geneva Convention and human rights.
The attack on a Catholic Pope is just part of the plan to replace loving faith and care for others preached by Jesus Christ on his Sermon on the Mount with power and control over others fed by greed and arrogance. It was easy to abuse the weakest among us. Now, they openly abuse a powerful church leader preaching Jesus Christ’s teachings. Of course, Trump posted an AI construction of himself as Jesus Christ. Of course Vance and Moreno, and other republicans think it is meaningless, a joke. The explanation is as great a lie. It has meaning. It is meant to promote abuse and control at the expense of others. These men were not slapped hard enough when they were confirmed as Catholics. They are not willing to suffer any political nor financial loss to help others. As a Catholic, I hold them accountable and ask them to recall their vows; to their church and to the American people.
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