A Patriots Call

We were the shining lights on the hill
a place of opportunity and goodwill
we were the hope of poor and huddled masses
with brilliant cities and wide-open spaces.

We are becoming a nation of brutality
no longer evolving toward  equality.
No longer the beacon of freedom
we are trending toward a MAGA kingdom.

Ice surges through an this king’s veins
his morality suppressed as ICE stains
of blood are on the streets of our cities
regardless of our civil identities.

America is dying, and empathy is dead
when a young mother is shot in the head
and is called a domestic terrorist instead
of a compassionate American wrongfully dead.

When a man protects a woman under ICE attack
and for this empathy he gets 9 bullets in the back.
Then he too is called a domestic terrorist instead
of a compassionate American wrongfully dead.

The numbers are there for us to see
38 deaths in immigration custody.
But the violence can be stopped very shortly
if the voter rolls are turned over extortively.

Then the king will control an enemy city
and voting machines and suppression will readily
achieve the next ring of power so desperately needed
to feed his lion of an ego and ensure MAGA succeeded.

And in meantime the search of voter records surprisingly
in Fulton County, will find 11,780 votes miraculously
to ensure the next election will not be free
and will advantage the king as we soon should see.

Institutions bow, the media is intimidated
the features of democracy just imitated
and truth dies easy as history is put in chains
to fit the Big Lie and the emerging fascist claims.

These are not separate, nor minor things
these are part of a plan that clearly rings
like the liberty bell, calling patriots who love freedom,
who love our country, to beat back the MAGA kingdom.

America’s story need not die and empathy can be found
again, if we remember the words of enlightenment bound
to this, the patriot spirit of America, our anti-tyranny founding,
our immigrant legacy and beating heart of freedom sounding.

We must rise above this death and gloom
and overcome the pending MAGA doom
as our ancestors had been called to do, too many times before
so American freedom may again reign from shore to shore!

 

Smoke Signals

These words rise,
intertwine, and spin
like smoke from
a friendly campfire
as a signal to you who
read such signals.

Messages like so many
sent before, arise from
a fire-burning life-passion
for the memories,
the now, and especially
our greatest hope,

Know this passion exclaims
a love of life every day
and every moment
while thinking of you
in better times
in care of better futures.

These words I pray
signal a message you may
read now and yet know,
you’ll best understand
long after the fire,
long years hence.

 

 

 

Up the Down Spout

An easy path it seems
to rooftop dreams
its a little bit tight
and hard to see at night.

With caution to the wind
another starts down again
done with rooftop dreams
looking for water streams.

But the timing isn’t right
and they meet where it’s tight
at the bottom of the spout
now neither can get out.

And there they remain
for weeks, as it seems plain
that they are both dead
as they cannot get fed.

Until we pull them out
from the tight down spout
and they come back alive
amazed that they survive

One on the way up
one on the way down
the way they were found
and now I’m sure
rethinking future paths.

 

American Values

I’ve been thinking about the situation we have today in our country.  The divisiveness, is no longer just rhetoric, it is something more and far more impactful.  The political army that operates like storm troupers in blue cities is not just divisiveness, it is vengeful and violent.  The taking of oil in Venezuela and the threats to take Greenland are not just a policy difference.  These are acts of violence born out of power.  This imperialistic Nationalism exhibiting a surge toward domination and conquest.  Power needs to acquire more power to keep it fed.  There is nothing for the people, this is for the value of the oil and mineral rights, for the grandiose display of wealth while remaking the world maps in the imperialistic gold of Reich-Americana.

But why are we doing this?  Going back to the source caused me to think about the impact of populism as a cultural and political norm.  In a democracy that gradually moves away from policy debates in problem solving toward dogma and popular conspiracies, and hysteria though the influence of power hungry influencers and leaders finds itself in an inexorable slide toward autocracy… the violent sort that centers around Nationalism is Fascism.  We find ourselves there, now looking into the abyss.  Not because we want to be there, but we failed to see early enough that the path we are on leads us there.  The guide that has led us here has done so by gradually removing the guardrails of our culture, of our Americanism.  Decency and protocol was tossed aside, so that empathy could then be given the boot.  Rooting for the underdog followed thereafter, as the narrative was flipped. We are told that immigrants were taking from hardworking Americans.  Suddenly white America is being disadvantaged by the migrant horde.   Immigrants we are told are not us, they are the other.

Equality was easy to give up – because after all they don’t deserve it, they are the others.  From there it was easy to slip right into cruelty.  Put on team shirts and pummel the others.   Otherism… replaced Americanism.  Wrapped in a flag it was okay to give way to venomous behavior toward others.  Their humanity is no longer visible.  Lies are accepted that fit the populist vision.  History is revised to fit the narrative.  Populism needs propaganda and bumper sticker messaging to keep it fed.

Our way back is either through violence or education… it is a choice we are making not just for us but for the next generation or two.  We must teach our children virtues, such as kindness, humility, and equality. Patriotism, the Constitution and the words of the Declaration of Independence still have great meaning.

Voicing our disfavor must be done peacefully,  with reason and humility.  Use the institutions that remain as long as we can.  Use the law, use the press while it remains free.  Use our voices and our vote as long as it is possible.  Waving the flag of violence will lead to destruction and ruin… unfortunately the current administration is already there, and they are trying to force a violent reply.  Before it does, push our representatives to reign in a violent and repressive regime.  Praise Republican’s that standup to this President and his administration in every way, big and small.

We are well down the slippery slope toward Fascism.  The administration will continue to foment internal strife and external conflict to claim more emergency powers.  They do not want to answer to the people during mid-term elections.  This is when they will become the most dangerous.  We must continue to protest peacefully, and not take the bait… have faith we can turn the tide.  If we fail, just know that the end is never pretty for Fascist regimes, and many innocents will suffer.

We need our culture of decency, fairness and equality back.  We need to reclaim our American Values.  Show the world and ourselves who we really are!

 

 

A Raging and Shallow Sea

There’s many places where the sea
tests the shore to see if it will give in
and the land refuses access until the
sea rages and forces itself unto the land
and the land absorbs what it can until
it sends it back from whence it came.

We believe the stormy sea to be
relentless and impossible to stop
and yet it can do only what we let
it, we resist with what barriers
we have and we remain steadfast
against the rage because it is our land.

Through the long arc of history
there has long been this power
this fury, this rage, and yet we
resist, because we know that
the flood of hate washes away
all goodness if we let it win.

The erosion of goodness happens
at the edges which are being tested
and must be held, as we constantly rebuild
using our enormous reservoir of love.
A love that is greater than the
hate of a raging and shallow sea.

 

 

 

The Clouds Are Low

The clouds are low
bending light into fractions
washing the colors of everything
in the fog of quiet that overwhelms
all sounds of life, as it absorbs the
heartbeats and breaths of every
creature little and large alike.

Life is there, still beautiful
it is just quiet sometimes,
it is not only in the fiery sunsets
and mountains grand and sea
with waves trying to move the shore,
or parties and celebrations,
it is in the quiet contemplations
of the past, the present, the future
described in the truths, loves, and
memories that are both bigger
and smaller than we can imagine.

The mysteries of life
being held by the fog of
uncertainties, and at the same
time loving arms that are knowing
give us hope, vision and clarity
even when the clouds are low.

 

Happy New Year 2026 🇺🇸

I think, in the twists and turns
in the aggression and burns
of a whirlwind year such was that
how could one not lose their hat.

No one asked for that, but it came
and we will never be quite the same,
but we will figure out a suitable fix
in the coming year of 2026

For we are resilient, don’t you know?
we learned to see the lies falling like snow
in the great blizzard that was 2025
which we survived, barely alive.

But we know how to unbury ourselves,
how to pull those words off the shelves
that our forefathers fought for and gave to us
and we know for certain these words we can trust.

We will make this coming year, a year of change
we will not put up with further evil harangue
but we will need to fight for all that’s right,
to ensure we do not go quietly into that darkest night.

We will win because we know we must
because the next generation too must trust
that we did hold these ideals to be pure and true
and freedom is the legacy of the red white and blue!

 

 

 

 

Emotions and Ethics

I am reading a page per day of a book that is “365 Days of Philosophy” and I suspect it may inform my musings throughout the coming year.   The page I read this morning for December 28, was on Emotions and Ethics by Martha Nussbaum.   I will not repeat it here, but it is best summarized in the last sentence … “Emotions refined by reason can guide us with a richer moral compass, uniting the head and the heart for deeper ethical engagement.”

I have been writing for some time about the need for reason to overcome emotion as it is being stirred by forces that are using our fears and intentionally stoked anger to their own advantage of power gain.  Example the anger toward undocumented immigrants stoked by the occasioned stories of violent crime, in order to gain power in the polls.  Exceeding what might be possible  by the reasoned application of statistics.  Statistics which would point to the fallacy of painting all undocumented immigrants with the same brush.   Alternatively, another point of view could also be informed by the empathy of families being torn apart and deportations without due process.

Ethical policy, ethical behavior in our lives come from a necessary mix of reason and emotion.  Emotion is informative.  Empathy instructs us where to look to find reasonable solutions to problems.  We are stronger because we are a social species, and we have improved our world experience dramatically above all species because of our ability to reason and share this reason through language.  Building on knowledge, science, reason  we create, invent and grow.  The mother of invention is the need, of our own and others.  Empathy is necessary, and reasoned thought essential.

Where they come together, the heart and mind can work towards a richer ethical engagement.  God knows we could use more of this in the world.

 

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄

Oh
angel
spreading wings
over this Christmas
tree
 listen to supplications
of our love and hope for everyone
to experience the beginning of another
better time when we can truly say that we have
become what the child born for all of us would have
us be, in joy and happiness a kinder more forgiving world
so that peace will reign and forever remain like this evergreen
and
this
child
 within us!

It is the Thought that Counts

It is the thought that counts I’ve heard,
meaning I didn’t really think this through
and so I have the reaction of a thought
I have the shadow of a decision
I have the whisper of a notion.

I have the feelings in my heart and soul
that matter more than material gold.
that matter more than planning for
something not found in an empty store
and the day of days is here so soon.

So if you are the un-planning partner
and your heart is giving what the mind
could not, and your time has simply run out
just remember it is the thought that counts
and Seven-Eleven is open on Christmas day! 🤪

 

 

 

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