Meandering along,
I am struck by the thought
That it’s been a while
Since I’ve seen you.
So, perhaps, we can
Get together soon.
Ocean blue
For miles and miles,
Across the horizon.
A bird catches flight,
Nearby.
Where will it go from here?
Nobody knows,
And nobody can predict
What that bird will do.
I cannot. Can you?
Nature is unpredictable.
So is humanity.
And some are more than others.
Crawling out of my cave,
I search for a stick or a stone.
But, alas, my hands are empty.
Maybe I can find a pool of water.
And there, just over a hill,
Lies a little lake.
I bend over to take a drink,
And I see my reflection.
How unsightly!
I must bathe at once,
So I am clean and lovely.
But then what will happen
To the drinking water?
I must think about this.
It concerns me.
It flows down
From the mountain peaks,
To fill this basin.
It flows naturally.
And what comes and goes
In infinity,
Lives up to the saying,
“What will be, will be.”
I’m growing old
Like an oak tree.
I spread my limbs
To reach out to others,
To reach for the sky,
To carry a bird or squirrel.
Yes, I’m growing old
But I have a purpose about me!
I have knots in my roots.
I have places where some
Have cut me, severing my body.
But oh, to live and breathe
For a century!
I love the earth.
I love soil and rain and grass.
I love bees and beetles.
Oh, to be free!
Dangling from my branch
Is a rope swing
And a child holds on happily,
While he twists and turns
Swaying back and forth.
Oh, to be friendly!
I am growing old
But today I’m in victory!
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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.
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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?
Stumbling along the sidewalk 