Give it a Name
Naming everything is a must
without, how would we trust
our dreams to have meaning,
our memories to be seeming
to fade in confusion of twilight’s
gray on gray failing timeless sights.
For we are seeking future’s past
not knowing how long it may last,
challenging the questions of mind
in the greatest of moments we find
ourselves labeling and tagging
our life memories, and nagging
regrets of unrequited dreams
if we could but name it, it seems.
man is a part of nature and nature has its reflection in human emotions…
For do we not assign emotion
of the raging storm,
the angry wind,
the hope of sunrise,
the glory of sunset,
the lover’s moon, and
the wonder of the stars
in order to make nature
one with our human emotions?
Nature must care … because we are part
of nature, and she would be boring without us.
Memories of an Orchard
We used to be sweet
We used to be neat
in rows carefully tended,
with boughs often mended.
It was our pleasure to yield
fruit by the ton in this field.
A few of us knotted remain
Singing a song with sad refrain
Producing an apple here and there
For only the birds that sing and share
our lonely existence of memories and pride
of the red sweetness that lingers deep inside.
9/11 Remember – Let’s Roll!
Everyone knows where they were
in witness of this day 20 years ago.
When we came together in horror as one.
When we came together in grief as one.
And now as divisive as we have become
should not this give us pause and consider
the ones lost, and the brave responders
against an evil foisted on us,
those still hurting and fighting to recover.
Would those we remember today
want us to be divided if they were here?
Their voices scream out to be strong as we once were.
Do not grieve, but unite for us and America.
Wrap us tight into the flag they loved,
and remind us there is more we need to do.
They’d exclaim “Let’s Roll!!!”
Thousands are dying today because we
are not united in war with a virus.
In remembrance, let’s unite and be as one for them,
for all of us, especially those fighting evil
of another threat that was foisted on us.
Let’s Roll should be our battle cry!
Yellow
Yellow is the color of curious you see
as I wonder about you and you about me.
Sunrise yellow shining bright is new and never old
presenting possibilities and discoveries untold.
The books pages are yellow, curious what was read
A hundred years ago, and what thoughts they fed.
As a tabby curiously chases a butterfly yellow
what interests you, my fine intelligent fellow?
For red maybe hot, blue cool, and green bold
Yellow is curiously a mix that’s seldom sold.
So color me curious and leave me be
to discover this world offered to me.
Taliban Takeover Texas
They are in the governor’s house.
They are in the legislative body.
They are in the streets with guns,
no permits, no training required.
They are setting vigilantes against
women who want control of their body,
as well as those that would help.
They are blocking minorities at the polls,
for democracy is not part of their law.
Terrible this Texas takeover by Taliban
celebrated by white supremacists.
Puppets
Puppet masters pull strings.
Dead, the canary no longer sings.
What was once news to inform
is now twisted, intended to deform
our passions per master’s designs
until our trust in truth resigns.
And we give in to their right-think
with wide-eyes that never blink.
Good morning
It is still this morning.
Loud car next door, no longer there.
Kids not going to school.
No trucks on road being productive.
Today just quiet and still except
the haunting call of the mourning dove.
For who does she mourn, for humanity?
Or lost friends or unfound love?
Why is her call not a happy one?
Maybe if she only knew
how beautiful the morning is.
As the light streams through the trees,
she may remember why she came this way
and that it meant something
to those whose hearts are open,
and who cannot help but smile
for the good morning it is.
Remembering why we came this way.
Just Enjoy The Movie
As absurd, as sounds of lasers in space.
As ridiculous, as glass bubble deep sea craft.
And the car that defies gravity jumping a bridge.
If you don’t point it out
everyone can enjoy the movie,
undisturbed by such absurdities
If you don’t point out that patriots
don’t try to stop free and fair elections.
Or that those who love law and order
don’t riot against police protecting democracy.
If you don’t point out that white supremacy
implies inequality and all lives don’t matter,
Then everyone can just enjoy the movie.
In a blink of an eye, Kabul has fallen… failed decisions by our President and no clear plan. Yes, it matters not which president we had because 70% of Americans wanted us out. A tragedy for so many caused by our elected officials becoming populists instead of pragmatist, followers of their base instead of leaders. Modern American politics is broken by parties that care more about their own power and position than people or principle. Yesterday I was depressed, today I’m mad. But the world will go on.
As We Break
We’ve outgrown our clothes,
big and muscle bound,
tied together by a coat we wear.
This overcoat of populism
a coat ignorant of history.
Threadbare stretched across
broad backs no longer working.
We are big, but weak.
Taken down by “leaders”
who become followers
for the sake of power.
In the process they became powerless
and we leaderless.
Weakening us
as we forsake history.
And the flexibility of pragmatism
is a distant memory
given over to brittleness of populism.
And we break.