I stand here waving a flag,
The Stars and Stripes—
But it’s lost its meaning.
Freedom and opportunity
Have been replaced
With slavery and condemnation.
The New Deal
Is a knife in the back,
A murder justified
By the greedy goals
Of a man who has no care
For his fellow neighbor.
Only wealth, power and fame
Are the values that count.
Glory is found with hands bloody.
Only the guilty reap the reward.
Left out in the cold,
I waited
For something real,
Something true,
Something good,
Something new.
But all I got
Was a knife in the belly.
I bled myself onto your shoes.
I can’t see you now.
I can’t see anything.
Nothing comes to mind
Except blood, and pain,
And sacrifice.
What God is it for?
Stopping slowly to sniff the poisonous
Roses that you left me last Election Day,
I seize upon the opportunity to tell you
Something that’s been bothering me:
I thought you loved me.
I thought you cared about me.
I thought you had respect for things,
The way they ought to be.
But all you care about is being in control,
Rewarding your buddies for being loyal
To you and those you choose to help,
Disregarding others who actually need help.
Disregarding the needs of those
Who put you where you are standing.
How could you be so bold
As to abandon the very people who
Gave you their heart, mind and soul?
MAGA blues comes here to stay.
Calgon come and take me away!
People lost, kicked out, shut out, fired.
Never has it been this bad.
Is bureaucracy really the enemy?
I don’t know, but where did this come from?
Locked out, banned, told off, so long.
Never come back, but where do they go?
Replaced by AI, perhaps?
And how is this supposed to make
Our country great again?
The droop is a drop is a smock not.
Can’t knock it out. Can’t make it quit.
Release it! Let it go! Go on, smarty!
A darkness hovers above my head.
A huge blob in the sky, how it whines!
Nigh, how the fancy shines on it!
Create. Go to. Morph. Run. Shoo fly!
Take away my income.
Take away my identity.
Take away my property.
Take away my freedom.
Take away my dignity.
…
What’s left?
A heart, a mind, a soul.
Pain. Suffering.
Hope. Wisdom.
A lesson learned.
I’ll never trust you again,
Now that I know,
Who my real friends are.
…
A smiling face does not mean safety.
An open hand does not mean help.
A fancy gift is not charity.
A threat is not a promise.
…
So, who are you to me?
That is not for you to say.
Your actions speak volumes.
America will only take so much.
The line has been crossed.
Now, you must reap the consequences.
…
Walking through my neighborhood,
I see the kids at play,
And the parents chatting.
The young people walk their dogs,
And mow their lawns.
Moms and dads
Drop their children off for daycare.
Healthy people walk
Up and down the street,
Keeping fit and feeling good.
Kids on skateboards and bikes
Roam around, just enjoying
Being active and outside
In the cool winter air.
Men work on projects
In their driveways and garages.
Women tend to little ones,
Running errands
Or heading to work.
A peace falls on the place.
It is good to be alive.
Meandering along
An uncertain journey,
I take it as it comes,
Being in the moment,
As best I can.
Not worrying
About what I will eat,
Or what I will wear;
But always sure
That whatever happens,
I will be okay,
For I am surrounded
By friends and family,
A spiritual cloud of witnesses,
With my best interest at heart.
And thus I feel secure,
Knowing that tomorrow
Is a time, not to be
Anxious about, but
To look forward to
With anticipation and hope.
Tomorrow is
Not for sure,
But God goes forward
Before us, and
Blesses our going in
And going out,
Our exchanges,
Our travel,
Our conversations
And our tasks.
Treating my neighbor
In a way that I
Would want to be treated,
I bless myself
As well as my neighbor.
Loving and caring
For those around me,
I build a castle of karma,
That returns to me tenfold.
Add a warp in flinging watches.
Connect the matches in running dots.
Give appeal to trivial slouches.
Sting a steal on malleable couches.
Bring a meal to stackable crazies.
Push to reel some bearable mazes.
Recognize the massive prize.
Count the trials to synchronicity.
Wandering among the junk,
Looking for a hunk of cheese.
Loose clothes make for relaxation.
More rows help the constipation.
Veggies are a prize. Don’t tell lies.
Marry me and go on vacation.
Stop a straight flush. Give a great push.
Cute comments go forth in time.
Dreary talents add up to prime.
In a way, the apple saves the day.
Monumental carry-backs choose ink.
Loud mashes look twice at nice weeds.
Can you tell time? Hold your breath.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 