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Buttered pancakes, hot cocoa, cinnamon sticks,
Knitted neck shawls, all buttoned up jackets, "Phew,"
Some are ice skating, or skiing, and sledding,
~~"Ohh Little...," is sung,
Fabric weaves hills of ivory silk frosting,
Spilling streams of cream, pouring milk all astir,
Grizzlies, snoring, un-grizzled hibernal eve,
~~day's sun soon freezes,
Night has fallen ... sleep for some while others aren't,
Stars found a place for dangling nighttime twinkles,
Classic moon balm tryst desires, tarries sunrise,
~~hourglass sands sun soon.
This morning I waved goodbye to Summer. I watched as it pulled away, taking with it the swim parties, barbecues, shorts and flip flops. It promised to return next year, but l couldn't stop a longing tear from escaping my no-longer-fashionably-shaded eyes. Such a warm and giving friend, whose offerings included flowers, vegetables, fruit.
I turned and trudged sadly into my buttoned up, stuffy house. The leaves' dry fingers scratched longingly at the windows, as if they knew a warm fire and a sip of hot cider is all they needed to restore their former glory. I mourned my sunscreen and lemonade, and stared longingly at my beach towel and chair.
Suddenly, feeling my life was fated to become as pasty as my skin, I realized that the cold shoulder was mine. Winter had blown into my life with boisterous aplomb, bringing cocoa and sweaters and snowmen, and it was me who rejected her and hibernated from her offers of ski trips and skates.
It was as if I had been eating only oatmeal until now: I was malnourished and had missed out on the flavor of life! How boring would be the artist's canvas that contained only one color, one stroke, one perspective. So I welcomed my new friend Winter, in all her frigid fabulousness, with gingerbread and egg nog, and we began the journey to understanding together.
They named the place My Lai,
but it echoes as my lie—
a soft syllable wrapping a hard truth,
a village turned into a footnote
because paperwork needed calm language.
Hands pulled triggers, yes—
but mouths followed later,
buttoned up in uniforms of denial,
calling orders “confusion,”
calling mercy “collateral.”
The men who did it said they were young,
said war made them smaller inside,
said fear spoke first.
The men who defended it said nothing at all,
which was louder.
My Lai, my lie:
the lie that obedience washes blood,
the lie that flags forgive,
the lie that courts move faster
than graves.
Fast-forward—new borders, same boots.
ICE knocks before dawn,
children memorize door hinges instead of dreams.
Different language, same math:
remove the inconvenient,
file the rest.
And the world watches, professionally concerned.
Statements issued, hands wrung,
feeds refreshed.
Outrage expires quicker than milk,
and empathy needs a subscription plan.
Wars keep happening with better cameras.
Killing now comes with talking points,
and silence has learned to sound neutral.
My Lai isn’t past—
it’s practiced, rebranded, exported.
My lie is thinking distance absolves me,
that history stays buried if renamed.
My Lai asks again, without shouting:
who benefits from forgetting,
and who is still alive because we don’t?
George Washington Set Potus Precedent...no lie
trumped hill re: by a bill yon votes
and bridged tradition (Abe Lee) linkedin
to present president; biden his time
trying to build back better
suspended crumbling infrastructure
hallmark of United States
transportation superhighways
tied railed planks
successfully spanned across country.
This revolutionary fella preceded by
Adams family patriarch giving rise
twin heir (plain lee gifted "Renaissance
Man") Jeff force'n without hemming
and hawing, (nevertheless sallying forth)
subsequently conceding nexus,
(nor horse drawn Lexus) of Colonial
power to Madison, thence Monroe
buttoned up as suitable candidate after
which younger Adams elected.
Thirty four followed Jackson's club
trumpeting (some Obama nib bully)
bushwhacking their way predicated
on faulty Algorithm, charming
charismatically with hint of Clint
like glint in eyes, blinding populace,
sans ray gun (Reagan), Car Tour ring
with peanut gallery in tow, affording
(unpopularly pardoning unfashionably),
a Jerry rigged nixed son, followed
by John's son tainted by stain of Vietnam,
but with said Southeast Asian debacle,
one Ken heady (sporting thick styled hair)
inherited an internecine conflict, essentially
precipitated, when Eisenhower hardened
political stance against any allies of the
Soviet Union, (sans The Viet Cong), and
pledged his firm support to Diem
and South Vietnam.
Now with preceding administration, one
harried true man unleashed advent of atomic
spectra upon Hiroshima, and Nagasaki, this
purported preemptive measure scary ruse
felt to thwart exaggerated Japanese government
threatened (military intelligence) scheming.
This revolutionary fella followed by
Adams family patriarch,giving rise
twin heir (plain lee gifted "Renaissance
Man") Jeff force'n without hemming
and hawing, subsequently conceding
nexus (nor horse drawn Lexus) of Colonial
power to Madison, thence Monroe
buttoned up as suitable candidate after
which younger Adams elected.
Thirty four followed Jackson's club
trumpeting (some Obama nib bully)
bushwhacking their way predicated
on faulty Algorithm, charming
charismatically with hint of Clint
like glint in eyes, blinding populace,
sans ray gun (Reagan), Car Tour ring
with peanut gallery in tow, affording
(unpopularly pardoning unfashionably),
a Jerry rigged nixed son, followed
by John's son tainted by stain of Vietnam,
but with said Southeast Asian debacle,
one ken heady (sporting thick styled hair)
inherited an internecine conflict, essentially
precipitated, when Eisenhower hardened
political stance against any allies of the
Soviet Union, (sans The Viet Cong), and
pledged his firm support to Diem
and South Vietnam.
Now with preceding administration, one
harried true man unleashed advent of atomic
spectra upon Hiroshima, and Nagasaki, this
purported preemptive measure scary ruse
felt to thwart exaggerated Japanese government
threat (military intelligence) scheming to
wreak untold havoc upon American troops
within the Pacific theater of World War II.
The former horrific decision controversial,
then and to this day Hoover expert historian,
diverge, asper corroborating the necessity
to usher in the Cold War, yet majority foreign
policy wonks might grudgingly attest that
said thirty first commander in chief did maintain
a Cool Edge throughout onset when doomsday
clock began countdown to Armageddon,
an unimaginably blaring, deafening, earsplitting...
cacophony distant rumbles heard, nonetheless,
no Hard dinning ghoulish nightmare (potentially
obliterating all life on planet Earth) haunted
Wilson, nor Taft, only gunboat diplomacy
mere child's play exhorted, less catastrophic
comparison, when Teddy Roosevelt wielded
"big stick schtick" namesake corollary to the
Monroe Doctrine in 1904...ad nauseum.
I walk outside after an 8 hour shift
Having no idea, it is a seventy-four degree day.
I am wearing my wooly hat, that covers most of my face,
And my coat is buttoned up to my nose.
How had I missed this sunlit day?
I didn’t even hear anyone say,”Hey,
It’s really warm out there!” Bullocks.
I can counsel children outside, as well as in.
I actually prefer listening to them outside.
I feel really strange that I totally missed this.
I missed an entire sun-filled afternoon! I strip
Off my coat, scarf, and fluffy overfilled hat, and
Get into my car thinking how silly I looked wearing
A hat with ear flaps as I left my school building.
“You’re ready for tomorrow,” another teacher had yelled at me
Before I could loosen all the locks and whistles that hold the
Ear flaps and nose-**** in place.
“It’ll be 30 degrees tomorrow, and that’s the high!”
Welcome to Kansas and Missouri.
Purposefully put together
Piled up piece by piece
Donning my suit of armor
Thought it provided peace
Polished exterior portrayed
That I had it all figured out
Buttoned up from head to toe
Yeah that’s what I’m about
Pay a price to put on a show
As the projecting takes a toll
Time to lay down my shield
To start tuning into my soul
Looking inward can reveal
Kinks in the armor are alright
Using them to our advantage
Since they let in the light
Illuminating what was hidden
Revealing spots that were blind
Done with depicting an image
Choosing to live life by design
Seeing through clear eyes now
Guiding me to let down my guard
Defenses have been dismantled
My heart no longer behind bars
He would try
Hiding it
It shamelessly stood
Right there on the nape
Worse than the
‘Lipstick under the collar’
All buttoned up outside
But alone
In front of the mirror
Fondly running his fingers over it
Smiling to himself
But how times changed......
The purple glow
Started turning
Hideous black
He would now
Try rubbing it away
‘Damn you!
Either leave completely
Or get the lustre back’
It’s very much still there
On his white skin
That purple patch
The constant rubbing
And the cursing
Showing results
Transformation on......
A faint speck now
Getting dimmer
With each passing day
Who knows?
It might one day
Completely disappear
For as long as I can remember
I played the peacemaker role
Depend on me as the glue guy
As I try to keep things in control
Don't worry I won't rock the boat
Will keep things safe and stable
Neatly buttoned up at all times
Sure let's just go with that fable
Was always wrapping up my worth
In fixing other people's problems
A well devised distraction tactic
To avoid my issues and not solve them
Been shifting the narrative lately
Starting to shine my light internally
Surprised how much was unprocessed
What a relief to delve into discovery
Now it’s time to make a decision
Where will my energy get directed
Continue to subvert what I require
Or step up to my needs that I neglected
Doesn’t mean I cast others aside
Actually the opposite was proved
When I fill up my own cup first
I'm still the glue guy, just new and improved
Forever in my heart
I looked inside my heart
and found her in the corner,
then asked her how long she had been in there
She said it’s seemed a while,
but she was disappointed,
to understand that I was not aware
I gazed into her eyes
and thought she looked familiar,
then wondered if she’d been there all along
She answered yes she had
and that she had been singing,
just hoping I would hear her loving song
Did it go like this?
A hummed for her a stanza
and saw a smile turn up on her face
Yes, she said, that’s it,
I guess you really heard it
the whole time I’ve been singing in this place
I really liked her song,
the beat was smooth and steady
It seemed that how I walked was like a dance
Just like a metronome,
clicking to a tempo,
hypnotically it put me in a trance
So I buttoned up my chest,
real tight around the collar
to make sure that she would not run away
And listened to her song,
remembering her smile,
forever in my heart I know she’ll stay