Category Archives: Poems

Equality for All on Flag Day 2020…

I just came from posting the flag on the front of the house, I saluted it as I should for it is our flag day.  Commemorating the act of a continental congress to define a union of colonies, now states that will build a great nation with ideals that all men are created equal and none should be above the law.  On June 14, 1777, this congress decided that the equality of these colonies shall be represented in thirteen stripes, and the original thirteen stars on a blue field, a field with room for many more, many that will be welcomed to this land, this nation, and with reverence we’ll abide by the principles put forth by men who risked their lives to sign for independence and fairness and opportunity for the pursuit of happiness… and yet the pursuit of equality under the law continues.  Today I read a poem, that asks for forgiveness for our lack of generosity, for our thrashing of this dream of equality as we have practiced in these last so many centuries.  We know better now we think, yet read this poem from 1920, and ask if it is no different today than 100 years ago?    I had to find out what Darkwater was, and through the Gutenberg Project https://www.gutenberg.org/files/15210/15210-h/15210-h.htm
I found the book published in 1920. Called Darkwater by W.E.B Du Bois.   It is amazing… I included a poem from the end of Darkwater below…

 

I did not think… I did not know… 
    What pale excuse is this I make
In answer to my brother’s woe, 
Age-long, for deep injustice sake!

Across his mute and patient soul, 
   While I have gone my heedless way,
The shadows of a fate might roll
   That deepened night and darkened day.

But I have read a burning page,
  That glowed with white and soul-wrung fire,
And now no more I may engage
    My conscience with a feeble hire. 

For all the wrong I did not heed, 
   Chance-born in happier paths to live,
I cry unto my brother’s need
  One word of love and shame… forgive!

 

At the end of Black Water is the following Poem By W.E.B Du Bois: 

A Hymn to the Peoples

O Truce of God!
And primal meeting of the Sons of Man,
Foreshadowing the union of the World!
From all the ends of earth we come!
Old Night, the elder sister of the Day,
Mother of Dawn in the golden East,
Meets in the misty twilight with her brood,
Pale and black, tawny, red and brown,
The mighty human rainbow of the world,
Spanning its wilderness of storm.
Softly in sympathy the sunlight falls,
Rare is the radiance of the moon;
And on the darkest midnight blaze the stars—
The far-flown shadows of whose brilliance
Drop like a dream on the dim shores of Time,
Forecasting Days that are to these
As day to night.
So sit we all as one.
So, gloomed in tall and stone-swathed groves,
The Buddha walks with Christ!
And Al-Koran and Bible both be holy!
Almighty Word!
In this Thine awful sanctuary,
First and flame-haunted City of the Widened World,
Assoil us, Lord of Lands and Seas!
We are but weak and wayward men,
Distraught alike with hatred and vainglory;
Prone to despise the Soul that breathes within—
High visioned hordes that lie and steal and kill,
Sinning the sin each separate heart disclaims,
Clambering upon our riven, writhing selves,
Besieging Heaven by trampling men to Hell!
We be blood-guilty!
Lo, our hands be red!
Not one may blame the other in this sin!
But here—here in the white
Silence of the Dawn,
Before the Womb of Time,
With bowed hearts all flame and shame,
We face the birth-pangs of a world:
We hear the stifled cry of Nations all but born—
The wail of women ravished of their stunted brood!
We see the nakedness of
Toil, the poverty of Wealth,
We know the Anarchy of Empire, and doleful Death of Life!
And hearing, seeing, knowing all, we cry:
Save us, World-Spirit, from our lesser selves!
Grant us that war and hatred cease,
Reveal our souls in every race and hue!
Help us, O Human God, in this Thy Truce,
To make Humanity divine!

Hamburger and Fries…

Hamburger and Fries

They were tasty last night
But hurt my stomach this morn  
I slept quite well excepting cramping,
And it seems a thing of late,
Or early this morning 
I thought of the gluten of fried potatoes,
And/or the bun, or maybe
The fat in beef of unknowable origin,
But mostly I thought not to do this again
Until I sufficiently forget.

Blank White…

 

A Blank White Page

I look at the page, blank white
Today it is intimidating
I think of what it means
So often it is inviting, it’s home
As I write whatever I feel
Even if it seems just words, hidden meanings
There’s always something my mind has to say
With only a general idea, a thought to light the way
But there is no docent present today
To help me navigate the blank white
Like a snow storm, stubbornly white
So much happening, history being made
And sorrows and joys, but not on this page
Maybe a metaphor for history that’s too light
Too long a blank page white
It’s history that writes of the present
The resistance against a too long white page
That adds color to the canvas, add ink to this day, this age
And rewrites the history of a blank white page.

 

Thoughts…

Thoughts

They may be yours
They may be mine
They may come
Or they may go
They may be stolen
They might have been inspired
They may be desired
They may be trivial
They may be grand
They may be dark
They may be light
They may be deep
They may be simple
They may be complex
They are often fleeting
And thus forgotten
If so, did they ever exist?

… Now what was I thinking?

 

We Must Listen to Each Other and Hear…

We Must Choose

We are born without memories
We are potential
We are not good nor bad
We are an empty jar
Of our own color, size, and shape
To be filled with experience
From the first breath with sounds
And sights, that we cannot comprehend
We are given the gift of love
Of understanding, of free will
And so we begin to choose
What to listen to, what memories
To remember, what to forget
What are the war cries of our tribe
What are the sorrows of our history
What is it that gives us identity 
We choose to embrace or to adapt 
We choose from the words we hear
What to believe, what not to believe
We choose to be aware or not
We choose to hear the pain and sorrow of others
We choose to not hear the war cries of agitators
We choose to be a force of good
We choose to replace anger with forgiveness
We choose to seek justice not revenge
We choose to vote for those who share the love of justice
We choose to understand that what we have in common is greater than what separates us…
Or we watch the world burn!

Finding Meaning in Cartoons…

We Need Heroes

Each morning is the same
Everything is possible
Time travel is available
So history can be changed
False heroes and villains abound
Artificial volcanos erupt
Flobsters, like a virus attacks
But Doctor Greene explains
Anti-matter and temporal stations
In a twilight world of science
Technology and cultural idiosyncrasies
Bias away from what we could know
Towards appeals to our base instincts
But here in fantasy, miracles of Heroes
Provide the solution
If only Optimus Prime, Heatwave and Bumblebee were here
To save the day, then we too
Might just believe In each other and
Be heroes for each other

 

Potions Instead of Too Slow Science…

Modern Day Alchemist

In the days of old
Everyone valued gold
But it was costly to mine
So with magic potions they played
Hoping to hit it rich some lucky day
Rather than the labor and time
Of smelting ore from a mine
No matter what the scientists said
They sought magic solution instead
Like today’s quick cures being sold
To the gullible, as if it is pure gold
Allowing the virus to all to go away
Because the economy must hold sway
As the doctors grimace in the back
The Alchemist sounds like a quack
Selling a cure to get others to buy
That the economy will surely fly
For the vaccine we must not wait
We’ll trust a potion for our fate
You’ll see, and surely you be pleased
Just don’t test, or look at the numbers
In this way you won’t be displeased.

What a Wonderful World

On The Voice a contestant sang a song I had not heard in a while, that is just a great song, and amazing poetry… and right now seemed just so appropriate to the times.   So I thought I’d post it here.   It was released by Louis Armstrong and the writers were George Weiss & Bob Thiele

“What A Wonderful World”

I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people going by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying, “How do you do?”
They’re really saying
“I love you”

I hear babies cry
I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more
Than I’ll never know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Oh yeah

Rain on the Pond

Rain on the Pond

I stood in the rain today, pond gazing
Watching drops bouncing off of the water…
Small drops, small bounces in perfect mirror of a rain drop
Imagined, as I do not see the drop speeding to its terminus
I just see the reaction…
Producing perfect little circles that spread quick
To intersect other circles, building and interfering
Creating a disturbance, that’s disturbing other disturbances
As if it is a world unto itself, that cares not if we watch
While it has its peacefulness shattered
With each and every drop, like tears that disturb
The peacefulness of this world and all that care
About it, and all that live within its boundaries
And suffer the disturbance of millions of drops
In a world that cannot recover it’s peace
Because it just keeps raining
While we watch

About this: Some have said that the deaths from the pandemic don’t matter much as they are mostly old people and those with pre-existing conditions, “they may have died sometime soon anyway, so it’s a tragedy but not the catastrophe that people are claiming”.  People die, it is true, but who are we to see this pandemic as something political?   I see every unneeded death is a catastrophe, and a disturbance to the peace of a family, a disturbance to the peace of the world, as every life intersects so many others, and it just keeps raining…. while we watch