Long Dei Poems
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("Multiculturalism Merit Badge", 2010, original oil)
DEI
Skin color is literally skin deep,
Of course race means a lot more -
For anatomy and physiology,
Our emotional and mental characteristics,
But that is all deeper than a color.
To focus on just skin
Misses all that is beneath
All that is within,
And THAT is called an individual;
You, me, and us.
Why would we ever give that up
To be just a member of a group,
A face in the crowd
A number in a quota?
It’s a coward’s game to hide one’s face
And yet every day
I still see someone wearing a mask
At the grocery store, at the post office,
And I wonder, what’s wrong with them,
And what illness are they so considerately
Protecting us from…
(6/23/24)
("Niobe's Tear", 2020, original encaustic)
The Lie of Equality and Truth of Universality
The world has always been divided
Along lines of haves and have nots
In whatever way you wish
To measure the having.
The difference today is
Inequality is no longer acceptable.
But since it clearly exists - empirically
In whatever way you measure -
And since one of those measures
Is the fact one group
Of people are the majority
That group must be repressive
And repressors by nature.
That in a nutshell is the basis
Of systemic racism
The only way to explain the disconnect
Between what is and what is desired,
Or what is actual and ideal.
It’s easy to dismiss the wave of D.E.I training
That comes next
As “Democrat’s Entirely Ignorant” indoctrination
But it’s deeper than that,
As the dream of equality runs deep
In everyone
Who just wants to get along
And can feel in their bones
Our connection and a universal something
Which is in fact the lack of individuality
At our core.
From this universal sameness
You could even say - nothingness -
We project all our hopes and fears.
The problem with the idealistic indoctrination
Is it wants to have it both ways
Individuality and universality
And so bridge the gap
Between fact and fantasy.
The problem with this
Of course
Is despite all our hopes and fears
It will only end in tears
Because when people who have been hurt
Get tired of being hurt
They don’t care who they hurt
And the truth of universality is simply
When we hurt others
We hurt ourselves.
(2/15/24)
(“Something From Nothing”, 2024, original encaustic)
Diversity, equity and inclusion
Used to mean something different
When I was a kid of six
On the playground green.
There amid the other first graders
All together in our uniforms
We didn’t care how we looked,
And what the teachers cared to instill
Was a respect for our individuality
While maintaining a sense of inclusion in the group.
That was the order of things
Individuals each and all,
Equal only as parts of a whole
Without any sense of a need to conform
To being just like everyone else.
The group would of course pass
As we passed on up the grades
And made our way through life,
But the individual would remain
No matter what the context;
Alone, together, or just a part.
The DEI of those days didn’t really matter
Beyond being a playground ideal,
A way to set the stage
For all that would follow
And unfold in its own way,
Time and place.
Now DEI has become a post-modern religion
Something we must all embrace
Lest we slip out of favor
To the dark side,
And we all know where such heresy got us
The last time it was so
And the Inquisitors came to call.
I still get hot around the collar when I think of it…
(6/1/26)
I wish the whole world could come share
This park with me
With us
This Sunday afternoon
Run under the spire of blue sky
Green Earth
Shoes to their feet
Experience a freedom from fists and elbows
Fighting itself
Within a slavery box tucked in a palm
Come to this park
Where a dozen boys in a mix of colors
Team under the basketball hoops
And whoop it up
And a field-wide game of cricket
Unfolds with Indian teams in home-made jerseys
Women rocking their picnic baskets
Pickleballs batted over a dozen nets
Dog walkers and runners old and young
Boys and girls gay or not
Weaving this tapestry of happiness
The river streaming by like leaves in the sky
Last flowers aching
Deer peering behind the Oaks
The slanted heat of October sun
Shined upon all our faces
Forever and ever
As one.
D on't get it twisted,
I t is
V ery clear why programs like this even
E xisted!
R eaching goals and obtaining any type of
S uccess was hard when sex, skin and orientation came
I nto view.
T ribulation and strife was in heavy supply for the old and the
Y outh.
E very day we should fight for everyone to have the
Q uality of life that is truly humane and
U nderstand that although that might not look the same for everybody
I t should feel like
T hey're living and breathing the same good life as their fellow man.
Y ou shouldn't have to scrape
A nd claw to do
N othing but simply exist.
D enying or closing our eyes to bias and systemic bigotry
I s not the answer and takes us
N owhere.
C alled are we all to truly
L ove another and to hate what is evil.
U nique opportunities arrive when we
S ever ties with
I deas
O f hatred and disdain.
N othing but truly loving each other as God loves us can change hearts and minds.
Flattery will get you everywhere
You can buy justice it’s for sale
DEI now has a red cap for flair
No need for degree from Yale
You can try to erase history
demanding a page preserved
Replacing fact science lobotomy
White washing learning disturbed
Changing the rules being cruel
New way of pushing agenda
Defunding schools hiring fools
Send troops if they won’t surrender
To the dumbing down around
In every leadership role
Ignorance preferred proud peacock now
Selling your soul for gold
No one is above God’s law
Our money is not enough
Censorship blocks our talk
Here free speech once was
Every Empire not of the Lord
Falls at a loss history ignored
Ding dong the witch is dead
And her intersectional house of cards
Built on a shaky swamp of lies
Is now tumbling, blown away
And burned to the ground.
Who could not see this coming
10 years ago, five years ago, one year ago,
The inevitable backlash to tyranny?
The truth is it was always a toss up,
And it took a political groundswell
To open the doors to disinfection
By the cleansing power of light and air
Good old reason and common sense.
Gone are the days when DEI
Was forced down our throats
On our knees, hands tied behind our backs.
The witch with gun to our head may be gone
But her policies and lingering stench
Still fill the halls of power,
And like all things evil,
She can always rise from the dead.
Ding dong the witch is dead
So today we celebrate, dance and sing
And stomp the ground above her grave.
(2/21/26)
Sometimes in Virginia when the scorching madness of xenophobia conspires
with a fragile, violent countenance, I fall to the darkest, bitter poison.
And in that carnage, a nation learns of impending destruction.
But the sounds of heaven like an unstoppable flood, poor over New Orleans and
comfort forlorn victims of embedded justice.
I am men, putting women in cages for birds, beautiful yet bound, loved but
unappreciated.
I am women, forsaking my sisters as they struggle to understand my privilege.
I tell you I am a paradoxical reflection of power and fear, love and vengeance.
And I am unstable.
And when the weight of unpaid wages reaches the precipice of doubt in young
impressionable prisoners of comparison, husbands shoot their children and run
to the abyss.
But I tell you there is a sound of redemption in Jill Scott prophecy and Bell Hooks’
gentle wisdom.
I tell you there is a sound of heaven that leaves me fearless, come what may.
Today, I went swimming with my daughter with a final exam the next day.
And in that moment, I knew that this crucible, does not rule me, bind me, or
define me.
Whatever this is, this unstable suffering of paradoxical reflection.
It does not rule me.
For I am an image of a sacrifice so sublime, that the gates of hell, pain,
conquest, or corporate idolatry cannot stand against it.
And in the end, I know peace forever.
Day by day,
DEI DEI
All I hear is DEI
Diversity be gone now
Equity goodbye now
Inclusion you disgust us
No more DEI
Chorus: To see things less clearly
I ate a bat so nearly*
Oh Oh
DEI DEI
Our melting pot's a far-left lie
Get lost diverse opinions
Jim Crow you're our guy
Inclusion take a hike now
No more DEI
No more DEI
Oh Oh
I was a woke shrink, I sadly write this verse.
My patients came in bad shape, ended up worse.
Today there was Cohen, who thought he was French.
I told him either way, his privilege gave a stench.
I told him skin color made him an oppressor.
He got so upset; he jumped on my dresser.
There was Jane who when I said she was a man.
transitioned, then wanted to undo that plan.
I had told she can be any gender intersection.
But she stays in a state of permanent dejection.
Annie once hurt her head falling off a wall.
Her frantic husband first gave me the call.
I said her deranged thoughts were dealing with life's pain.
No such thing as crazy, a new way of being sane.
Hiroshi believed a film spread across the land,
His scandal on the screen, completely out of hand.
I told him he couldn't change, just accept the shame.
He committed Hara Kiri, it's me his parents blame.
Then came Gino Posca, crying like a child.
He said the Mob sprays him with drugs, the story was so wild.
I really couldn't take this tale; I was having a bad day.
I said I believed him I'd follow up straight away.
Gino was so grateful; he told all his amicos
I was wrong to strengthen his delusions, I suppose.
I drove home, increasing fear, two cars behind me all the way.
Dead bird under my mailbox, an odd whiff of skunk spray
Maybe my being woke was being asleep at the wheel.
I can't tell truth from fiction, can't go by what I feel.
Maybe all I was taught, contradicts common sense.
And who just threw that dead fish over my garden fence?