We Breathe in Now

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Etched within the blue, sacred moments,

as if we really belonged there

or we prayed that way

when we were young,

yet we breathe in now, the clouds 

seeking safety

desperately hoping

our souls will not be counted

as spoils of war

as our democracy fades

from the trees.

     

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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. 

 

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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.

    

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

The 4th of July

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We are a nation of immigrants founded by immigrants

and we signed the papers on the 4th of July

didn’t we? And now may we repent,

as a nation, of our prejudice

of our hatred

for “the other”

as the blood speaks

and children cry

may we turn away from our sins

as we celebrate freedom

may we embrace

the color of our brother

our sister

the diversity,

their precious gifts

we have always

been given.

     

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My Responsibility

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This is a poetry website, not a political website at all. And yet there are so many things happening in our country that are just horrendous. I often wonder what I should do, what I should say, and do I say something here? I have some very strong opinions, but do I risk ticking off conservative readers? I have struggled with what if anything I should say.

And yet the climate in our nation continues to spiral downward. True I am a poet, but I am also a citizen, and I believe I have been quiet for too long.

For example, our leaders are known now for lying, just constant lying all the time – lying. Yet our president doesn’t consider it lying, because it creates an atmosphere of “winning”. Years ago he started following a term called “exaggeration hyperbole”. Look it up, it’s in his book “The Art of the Deal”. It’s all about looking good. He considers it similar to positive thinking. But we don’t win when we lie do we? Not in the long term.

And now we have the cruelty, the barbaric treatment of people on our southern border. The America I know doesn’t hate immigrants. Unless we are Native Americans we are all immigrants in a way. Our nation was founded on immigration.

This is not a matter of liberal vs. conservative, this is a matter of right and wrong. It is an inhumane policy that rips children away from their parents. Listen, if Mrs. Trump and Laura Bush (wife of President Bush) both speak out against it – you know it’s wrong! It must stop now.

It all speaks of hatred of “the other”, and that must stop too.

I am a citizen and speaking out is my responsibility.

I wish you peace.

     

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Alabama

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Lord God, I realize Democrats are not without their own sins,

but thank you for the results

in Alabama.

Maybe now,

perhaps – we can begin

to heal

returning our rhetoric squarely

to the realm of sanity,

and respect.

Hopefully. 

   

Note: Yes I am on a break, but this has been on my mind for the past several days.

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