Battle Fatigue

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Well I admit it, I’ve been holding back. After all we’ve been through within the past two years with this president, I think we’re all burned out, trying to just survive our battle fatigue.

And that’s the biggest danger, that we will not care anymore. It doesn’t really matter does it, that he’s lied so much, that he hides his money, that he does seem to have obstructed justice a number of times, that he just wants to look good,

that the AG spun the report in a positive way, causing conservatives to do the happy dance, when in fact the report isn’t positive at all.

Another protector blocking attempts to find the truth simply because, he’s “conservative”.

But it does matter when people do wrong and try to get other people to do wrong too.

Did you know you don’t have to commit a crime to be impeached?

Yes eating chicken during a hearing is stupid, and inappropriate, but we need to protect our democracy,

not a politician who believes he is above the law, and that he should be able to do whatever he wants. Nah, we don’t need that.

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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Within My Peace

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When readers come to my site what do they expect to see? Poetry mostly, or maybe a short story, but they are not really looking for political commentary. That’s not the way I designed this site.

And yet I feel things deeply, as many of us do, and much of what we see seems so wrong. How do we stop the madness?

Perhaps as artists and writers we are made internally to feel strongly and observe the insanity, so that we can articulate a response in a creative way.

And yet I hold back, firstly because of what I’ve mentioned. And secondly because I could easily spend all my time caught up in the turmoil of the times we live in.

I need freedom of spirit and mind to spread my writing wings. So I don’t need to solve the world’s problems, and especially not here on this site.

And yet you will on occasion see some lines on how I feel, hopefully in a natural way, usually condemning hate. I do think we should take a stand.

And finally, I am a progressive even though I don’t agree with everything they come up with, and that’s ok. I wasn’t always progressive though.

I think I can give a unique perspective because I’ve been on both sides of the aisle.

Within my peace I strive for a clear vision.

I hope you all feel respected and appreciated here. Thank you for listening.

Peace to you.

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Hope Always Wins

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As I drove by the mosque today on the way to vote, I was amazed at the fabric we have become.

Yes we were all there at the polls every faith, shape, size, and color. There was blue hair, green, red, brown and a whole lot of gray.

Even atheists whispered prayers with their pens.

And I wondered about an Asian man, his face told the story of many years,

so many weathered storms held in his wrinkles, in his gray hair. Perhaps

he had escaped from Communist China, traveling by sea, yet here he was today

refusing to be diminished.

His pen having the same value as mine.

I was never so proud to be an American.

Casting my ballot

for hope today. 

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

When Our Blue Descended

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When our blue descended it was only the beginning

covering over so much

scar tissue.

The world held its breath

hopeful, that perhaps

just maybe

we could be wrapped

in a thin layer at least

of peace, and compassion

that someday soon

sanity would return

to our nation,

at least we hope so.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Yet Within Our Scars

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Lying and fear often make difficult lovers

and even worse neighbors,

preferring themselves instead

of another,

so we pull back

our tenderness don’t we?

At least until we feel safe again

we pretend not to care.

Yet within our scars

builds a determination

or something

vaguely seeming to be hope,

so we press forward again,

straight into the wind

and then

we go vote.

Note: Please remember to vote on November 6th. We need to each do our part to help stop the madness, and strife. 

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Why I Wear Blue Now

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I used to wear that conservative face, born again tying my heart to the right, wearing red

but there were too many times

we were angry with the poor,

seeing only strangers

in our land, taking our money,

our jobs, too many times

we were angry

at a black president,

and there were too many speeches

saying we were right

when the truth was we were wrong.

And there were too many times I knew

global warming was real,

so even before the insanity

of lying took power

I moved my house.

And blue fits me so much better now

as I look in the mirror.

Yes I still believe in God,

and I believe

Dr. Ford.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Note: Blue here symbolizes progressives, and red symbolizes conservatives.