Vote Joe
He just gave a great talk at a townhall,
"our country needs healing to restore
our great union from the chaos
and sowing of seeds of division
by the current administration."
While love can't drive out it's opposite,
because love's not a physical force
like what those who abuse use, is,
it can enlighten others to not fall for
mercenaries for more and their tricks.
"Murphy's law's if something can go wrong it will".
It became, 'if Murphy can f something up he will',
then, 'Murphy's going to f everything up'.
'An ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure'.
Our nation needs him, vote early, help GOTV, please.
Under The Mistletoe
No barbs held,
bards hushed,
bars holding,
holds barred.
Freedom ringing
in a New-Year,
new relationship,
with a kiss.
Kissing
the last
one
goodbye.
...'The Convolution's Pathological Lying Is Perfect' Or Not?
Why 'not', last week, there was a new record
of new covid cases in a day, 83,000,
1000 died that day. Rump said,
"it's not killing many people,
just elderly, we're rounding the corner,
it'll end soon", outrageous,
and he's lost the elderly vote.
once more to the breach, '...we(e),...' do beseech
Of what poetic alchemy does this leaden torch
transmute to golden lines, ear whisperings?
Do our hearts not skip a beat when the comfortable
silence that is part of our poem's melody's weave,
within its tapestry, are placed just so?
Is it not a pointless point, my pen's unending one
does alight upon, for reading isn't hearing?
Is not a twig of poetree, earthen, sun sparked,
skybound, too true to expound?
And when our heart gestures
bleeding ink lines that dance,
engraving such imagery in a mind's eye,
feelings within a breast, bemusing the ear,
do they not accompany
in the Sphere's choreography?
Is nature not awoke
when bards extemporaneously
evoke such wonder that co-creation
of the Cosmos is quickened?
"Ya got me!", a listener asserts
dismissively, as the audience laughs.
...
Midnight on Doomsday's Clock, Half-full Glass of OJ Awaits
"We're waking up, Yes it's clear, We're waking up, Dawn's
here, Feel the searing heat of Heightened consciousness
Feel yearning for, Peace and happiness", evolving.
Realize evolution's defining power as
life, growth, consciousness, realizing spirit's flight's
potential, dispel the not-see definition
of it as control through to extinction, earth's death.
GOP's sending special force to polling places to burn
mailed in ballots, intimidate voters, for naught.
Young poll workers stepped up, criminally insane's
time's up, fear doesn't exist, we're alival, ne'er
survival, our grandkids will live, scythe, shiv won't.
Civic responsibility, vote duty, is
being exercised, it's Siamese twin sister,
freedom, will exist, only if you early vote.
C'est La Unvie, No?
A million monarchs lie dead, though,
no less sociological programming of
upper-middle to rich classes with
decadence, affluence, inclusion, is.
No less societal determination of
middle to lower, being excluded by
division and conquering, privation.
Yet, they, on wing no more, still fly in
our spirit's eye, heal humanity's heart.
While their silent cry echoes
the 33,000 species extant each year,
a rate not seen since the last ice-age
ensued, does it move you?
Does your curiosity ask why?
Will you, on this 33rd Earth Day, allow
a tear for all life's fallen? Consider
the losses economic apartheid incurs,
mirrored by the divide human-centricity
has levied? Our underlying duplicitous
disregard for life, avarice and oil fueled,
won't abate for our existence, will you?
Inspiring, Biden's Campaign Rises, Uplifts
While Rump continues to refuse to use the DPA to nationalize
the production and distribution of effective testing and PPEs,
which would save taxpayers 100's of billions of dollars over-
spent on gouged prices, and 100's of thousands of their lives,
he continues to preach his 'corona schmorona' policies at his
super-spreader of disease rallies, exterminating republicans.
They say, 'time is longer than twine', and 'to err is human,
to forgive, divine'. It's unforgiveable, n'er forgettable.
Yet, Joe's persistent perseverance in reminding our nation who
"..we(e),.." are and can be, not just life, relation in motion,
being evoking art, and illimitable potential, indivisible as
life, growing communally, yet also citizens of a great Union.
8-6-45's nuclear, 'little boy', dropped on Hiroshima
Ten thousand eyes aghast,
mushroom cloud's beauty twists,
ten times more turned to ash.
Just So Much Accumulated Stuff (2003, Revised 2020)
All things considered
It was only the sum of a room,
Just so much accumulated stuff.
Once, I began to fall in love with a man.
But it was the story his room told,
The sum of his things, which cemented it.
Yet, he could not maintain that worth.
His values were paper-thin
And the objects in his room told lies.
...Disillusioned people
Disillusioned people in a disillusioned world,
Run by corporations, where corruption is unfurled,
Evil megalomaniacs dealing in sleaze,
Welcome to a world of political unease.
.......
Conjuring deceptions, lies to which he swore,
Blair committed treachery, by taking us to war,
Demanding teenage conscripts, fight on foreign soil,
Whilst ignoring all attrocities, of nations without oil.
..........
Corruption is rife in the corridors of power
The cloistered halls of Whitehall, where all scoundrels cower,
Faceless politicians, there to air our views,
Feeding from the profits, of the power they abuse.
...............
That fateful night in Paris, where Diana lost her life,
Was it accidental, or the murder of a wife,
Questions go unanswered, facts remain unheard,
Disillusioned people ... in a disillusioned world....