There’s a reason

Those who can’t see on

The face of it

All the obvious bullshit

Yet he wants to split

With allies now foes

Who knows where this goes

We are in the throes now

Of a president who kowtows

To his puppet master

Whom our agencies identified faster

As meddling in our sovereignty

But the purported man of pee pee

Has no actual dignity

Or ability to lead

We all should take heed

Lest our nation’s bleeding be

The last drops of democracy


This Way

Independence Day

Holds sway


And every day

Against the hā-


Of the sway

Of tyranny

We must pay

Mind to

Those who would use any way

To slay


And prey

On the downtrodden

To keep the citizenry at bay

We must stay

The course and pay

The price to remove dismay

A Renewed Dawning

I seek to be inspired

Not mired


Not tired.

No instead I aspire

to raise higher

and higher,

removing the ire

I at times get

from every liar

and crier

that some admire.

I perspire,

staying out of the crossfire

to retire

those who conspire

to acquire

the entire


Yet I’ll continue as a spitfire

holding the feet of those

most do not desire

to the fire

so that the entire

compassionate citizenry does not tire

and instead preaches to the choir.

That we are the rectifiers

and fortifiers

creating force multipliers

so that the next occupiers

of government that we hire


to be purifiers,


and magnifiers


dignity for all.

This Important Portmanteau

Juneteenth, today

A portmanteau

Two plus years delayed

For those needing to know

The Emancipation Proclamation

Was signed January 1, 1863

Yet there were still

Slaves in our nation

In Galveston on June 19, 1865

When they found out they now

Had new possibilities to thrive

There were many obfuscators then

There are many present here and now again

Hiding the truth to keep false power

Is the present the time that’ll end their hour

Those who treasure humans being

Must fervently protest what they’re seeing

Only unity can resist this scourge

Help our society disengorge

Then support the rising of those of us

Toward whom a powerful few show disgust

We are but one humanity

So must come together to avoid further calamity.

Busy Humans Doing What?

I’m busy being human,

As a human being.

Can’t be bothered by this mess,

This ugliness I’m seeing.

Why can’t it all go away?

It might if I close my eyes.

If we each don’t pay attention,

Then what are our alibis?

Human dignity, in fact humanity

Is surely what’s at stake

How long must we all endure

Before our society surely breaks

Almost all of my words shared here are unplanned, meaning not worked on for other then the morning I start writing. Obviously these thought percolate in me and come to the surface, though they often surprise me. Not so much in the sentiments but rather in the combination of words, phrases and rhymes. Thanks for reading.

They try to shake us up

US being those with compassion,

And love, and empathy

For every human

Being human

Doing what we all do,

Try to make a better life

For our loved ones

They do NOthing with






Lying, placing the blame


Has many forms

I Am, We Are‪

I Am‬

‪From the cosmos‬

‪The Universe‬

‪In verse‬

‪I am of‬

‪This Earth‬

‪And have worth‬

‪I am‬

‪A human,‬

‪Being, again‬

‪With acumen‬

‪I am‬

‪A person‬

‪Committed to improve‬

‪Not worse‬

‪The plight‬

‪Of all those‬

‪Who share this flight‬

‪Thru space‬

‪We are‬

‪All of‬

‪The human,‬

‪One race‬

‪I am,‬

‪We are‬

‪Of one place‬

I ‪Decide‬

You don’t deserve me

You don’t have a right

To me

You have to be kind

Be good, show courtesy

& kindness

Just because I am

Doesn’t mean you can

Be mindless

Just because I’m here

Doesn’t mean I want you near

Just because I said hello

Doesn’t mean you’re the right fellow

I wrote this thinking about the rampant misogyny and those men who feel they deserve, they have a right to whomever they want. I thought, how would I feel if it were me. In poetry.

“No More Separation.”

“No more separation.”

Yes some reparation

Can help heal this nation

Improve the station

Of those held back

By the institutional lack

Of freedoms we (read those mostly white, who hide behind it like night)

Hold dear, but that others fear

Policies and laws make clear

Storms are gathering near

Where exponential change

Will no longer be a strange

Concept whereby

We build allies

Who will rise


And grow deep

Abiding love

For the creation


“No more separation.”

This was inspired by a video of a preacher who kept exhorting, “No more separation.” I like that idea.