Season of Hope

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Why have you forsaken us

O’ season of bloom

What manner of transformation do you seek?

Your concealing actions

In these cloud swept skies

Speaks to deception

My Lord

As your humble servant

I beg of you

To please return

To your former constitution

Which bringeth not only I

But the beasts of burden

And all the buzzing creatures

Plus the wondrous soaring birds

Swooping in like rabble-rousers

To a long lost love!

Happiness!

Hear our cries!

O’ season of hope

And bring forth your glory

Your Progressive Manifest Destiny

To bring economic opportunity – health – quality-of-life and sustained sustenance

To us all

Elasticity

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Woe is Me
Elasticity!

Two Apple Pies

And a Cup of Tea

Looked in the mirror

What did I see?

My favorite jeans

No longer fit me!

Mirror! Mirror!

On the Wall!

Behind the door

In the apartment hall

What shalt thou make of me?

Appalled at Medicare For All

Oh! Can you hear the Roar from Howville!
How will you pay for it?

Flinched the Democratic Government Grinch

Aghast the Republican iconoclast

Isn’t this Socialist?

Liar!

Shouted the Progressive Host with the Mostest

What do you mean Corporate Advertisement Meme? 

With the underlying fascist theme!

The same as we account for The War on Others shore?

Bibi against the Palestinian grandeur

That has so wonderfully transformed
The economic life

Of the American Middle Class and Poor?

The Poet

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The persevering poet

Creates from pure thought

Distills emotions into feelings
Long-sought

Provokes positive/ pessimistic reaction to lessons 
Prior taught

Challenges the lies the general public oft bought

Content in the sublime knowledge

All fame and fortune
Whilst one is still breathing

Is all for naught

Resolute that his/ her conviction
Willed forward intuitively must wrought

The most delightfully exuberant future for Mankind

Proxy of the One

Once the writings have begun

Set sail free!

To the creative seas

Poems brought forth as Mother Nature’s honey

To the searching probing bee

Relief!

To the qualitative indistinct

Competitive nature of the working class life

Strife!

Filled with socially injurious turmoil and economic fraught!

Acknowledgement typically arrives for the toiling poet

As she/ he resides in an inconspicuous casket

As an ancient artistic after-thought

Moved To Action

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Brothers and Sisters, if it was not for people like you unafraid to be moved to ACTION not just mere thought or internal prayers, NO SOCIAL CHANGES would have ever happened to right the wrongs of injustice that have always been a part of our history, although it is not taught in schools.

The mere idea , for example, that black people were somehow freed from bondage through prayer is a slap in the face to all of those bloodied, whipped and killed who urgently HOPED AND PRAYED daily for RELIEF and a capitulation to their and their babies subjugation to the pernicious economic political and social policy.

Blood and Moral indignation followed up with courageous action IS THE ONLY THING that literally changed that cruel system and it still took many, many years.

Anyone who professes this fact of history to be false, practices the worst kind

of moral cowardice, cloaked in prayerful “magical thinking,” that precludes

them from performing any material acts proving their zealotry to past social leaders like

Jesus of Nazareth, Joan of Arc, Harriet Tubman, Mahatma Gandhi, Mother Jones, Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X and John Brown.

 
Raising doubt as to their spirituality being nothing more than a mere canard.
 
Floating on the wings of fantasy.
 
Hard work, prayer, and positive thinking have their place.
Just not as government policy.
 
Yet none of them trump empathy.
 
Trump empathy is what it shall be
 
The Appeal To Safety’s plea
 
Unless we are moved to action
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Groundhog Day

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A groundbreaking weather struggle

Has evolved today

Over the length of this years chill

Early Spring!

Said Staten Island Chuck

Forecasting through the muck

Whilst he was disparaged as a quack

“Winter still has the track!”

By Puxstawney Phil

Whichever rodents predictions

Fits you best

It might be time to second-guess

Whether Puxstawney Phil and Staten Island Chuck

Need to take a new meteorologist test!

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Life Under The Sun

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The old ways are dying

As a tree fades gently into the night

Nevermore for its leaves to shine bright

A new dawn is arising

The harbingers of the past

Keep clawing

Yet they will not cease

To feel the weight of the world

Fall into its destiny

Voila!

A new day has begun!

The new creative sojourn before

The final journey from the physic to the quantum infinitum

Nahasdzáán

Where the working class

Can relax

Create

Meditate on an ever improving society

And enjoy

Life!

Under the sun

Forrest Trump

Life is like a concrete border wall
Standing alone
Against the Winds of Time
Paying not a hint of attention
To the squall
Nor the federal workers call
For pay checks
The only thing that matters
Is thine Celebrity
And political status
The symbolism of the Superior Structure
Practically shouts to all
Bring not your poor
Destitute
Freedom searching souls
Unto my shore
Our hearts are as hard as steel
And concrete joined
Empathy toucheth me not at all

I Am Your Noble Ruler!

Ruling via tweet

Democracy beseeched!

My decrees reach
The cities and hinterlands
Sent out fort-with

Authoritatively!

From my Golden Stall