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I grew up a white boy in suburban Ohio. My parents both worked,
we had a nice house…I played on a little league team.
Yes, growing up in Ohio….I was sure we were living the American Dream.
Back then I thought the Dream was accessible to everyone in the country we live in….
It wasn’t until year laters I realized the American Dream was much easier for me
because of the color of my skin.
The roots of the American Dream can be found in our Declaration of Independence
right their in black and white it is expressed
How everyone is created equal, all endowed with inalienable rights
that among these rights are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
It wasn’t until I was older…the hypocrisy I started seeing…
when I learned the man who wrote those inspiring words…
himself… owned human beings.
Nonetheless his uplifting words famously became his contribution
to the independence of our country…and the cornerstone of our constitution.
In our constitution his words were interpreted to mean
we will work as equals……through conflicts, controversies and strife….
so every person regardless of their background will have the freedom and opportunity
to succeed and attain a better, richer, and fuller life.
But it has never really worked that way…say…for the Native Americans,
people of color, if you are gay or lesbian or trans….
when people in power ignore our constitution…when they have other plans.
For now I know when they spoke of inalienable rights they were being disingenuous…
that the rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness are delicate and tenuous.
That the constitution…which I thought was a guide to what this country dreamed to be
a road map that has provided my life with many an opportunity…
has not been as fair and just for people who do not look or worship or act like me.
For years their freedoms and opportunities have been dishonored and ignored
So much so that is seems…they don’ t have any!
so how can we call it the American Dream…
when it’s been an American Nightmare for so many.
fish, lizard, rainbow, cat, pirate, witch,
hat, broom, Peter Pan, Jesus, gypsy, flowers,
starfish, mermaid, peddler man, drums,
monsters, angels, faeries, fish, babies, raccoons,
skunk, hot air balloons, tree woman, Native Americans,
Mexicans, dream catchers, keyboards, stars, dragons,
chair, TV, Christmas lights, wizard, heart, sun, moon.
Can you guess what I am doing or where I am?
I am glancing around at my paintings in the guest room.
castle, queen, coffee cup, flying pigs, pirate queen, spider,
warrior woman, aliens, upside down girl, bumble bees.
Most of my guests are too fascinated to go to sleep quickly.
These walls are saturated with my paintings. I truly must
admit I am a little fascinated myself. When I am done, I
am done. I hope I am not completely done, but I might be.
On the Greatest country on this Earth
The American, country of their birth
Sioux, Cree Apache
Native Indians all of thee
For generations they hunt and live
Summer bloom, Winter sieve
Move their tribe on freedom lands
Explorers show their poisonous glands
Spaniards, British French too
Expect to take your lands from you
Many battles many deaths
Arrows against weaponry strength
Colonial life's as races bond
Indian kids haired blonde
Civilisation hope, wars fade
Has this great country made the grade
This country takes another turn
Neighbours, fight and burn
The North and South differ so
Free the slaves, let them go
Awesome words from Abe the man
Freedom to all, his major plan
But blinkered sight from those so grand
Who actually owns this wonderful land
Decades pass, the States grow
Neighbour hoods flourish - flow
American Hispanic, ***** too
Europeans like me and you
But sadly in the background mist
The most important has been missed
Do i need to tell you who they are?
Indigenous Man, your ultimate clan
They are The American
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Whether the Indigenous People,
robed in leathers, head dressed in feathers,
who had their own sovereign nations,
wanted it or not,
June 2nd 1924,
U.S. President Calvin Coolidge
condescendingly signed the Snyder Act,
a.k.a., the Indian Citizenship Act, into law,
thereby conferring American citizenship
on American Indians.
He had it backwards,
it was no more than an affront
as, whether the Indigenous People
wanted them or not,
it was American Indians who,
altho' they made no claim to own Mother Earth,
should have conferred American citizenship
on the Paleface People,
who were mere trespassers on tribal territory.
And Woody Guthrie
(1912 – 1967),
another white man,
was not referring
to Native Americans
when he wrote,
'This land is your land.'
Government (show) Shut Down December 2018
Messianic Don found tarnished appeal
trumpeted bluster thwarted
with muted (hip hip hooray) Democratic zeal
played (on microscale) like quashed
ill fated braggadocio big deal
bombast, sans General George Armstrong
Custer's last stand,
viz Little Bighorn, achilles heel,
where Native Americans
showed deadly steel
against cocksure doodling
haughtiness didst conceal
Yankee sited in cross hairs,
who got comeuppance,
whence his notorious
reputation did never heal,
thus markedly high light
ting (albeit in deadly fashion) might
whooped, undermined, and
served just desserts,
when forces of the Lakota, Northern Cheyenne,
and Arapaho tribes did unite
defending their turf against
7th Cavalry Regiment of the
United States, mauled as bloody sight,
which justified comeuppance,
and whipped up white
settlers fury like an inferno doth ignite
combustible material showing
no mercy toward "red men"
unleashing brutal, short
and nasty genocidal spite
long a tragic footnote in history
proves tummy at hefty price
that present swaggering presidential chieftain
more'n halfway thru administration thrice
occasions brought third "shut down"
(the first time in more than 40 years)
during his opprobrious term,
now got meted "no dice"
cuz commander in chief usurped, provoked,
and kickstarted retaliatory actions, I.C.E.
suspect, where staunch stonewalling tactics
unexpectedly found paunchy big boy lice
sensed to shame, name and blame Congress
i.e. as he thrust forward power,
and hood did launch
bully tactics doth evince,
how he does not play "nice"
demanding five billion dollars for
pet project wall barring Mexicans
(and other asylum seekers south
of the border) did not entice
unanimous concurrence thus sets device
sieve ness roundly shows
Trump doth need strong cussed hard advice!
....happening a few hours north and west of where I live in Minneapolis
Bulldozers pushed earth into mounded walls all along the watchtower.
Wild Sunflowers, roots exposed, gasped for life, uncomfortablysideways, faces driven into
mud.Stun-gun wires, the few that escaped the eyes of the cleaners, barbed claws still red from piercing skin, poked up in human ignorance.
Earth raped, a violation of sacred grounds, burned in the hearts of Dakota Native Americans.
How can Native Peoples tresspass on Treaty Lands?
The world is watching, and we see with clear eyes, our hearts are heavy with your tears.
10/28/16
Dakota Territories
While out and about
an unexpected over bare ring bout
to defecate arose,
where sphincter asserted clout
and would excrete
despite without doubt...
if closing distance
(to reach rental abode)
beaten out by loosening sphincter muscle
transmitting excretory code
set sights on prowl for outlawed, secluded,
and wooded make shift commode
and essentially for naught negating
toddler toilet training, sans
getting potty trained undone
via my tushy ready to explode
and blast immense solid waste byproduct
(oh...close to the size of Rhode Island)
thus a marathon race against time
found immediate readiness to pull off roadside
to access make shift water closet
generating image firmly in pooping mode
grabbing hold of a tree trunk
(a mini rocky horror picture show, -
this analogy included for no particular reason
other than as a non-sequitur)
and also to convey, how I tried
to allay distractions
while painful contractions flowed
(perhaps approximating woman
on verge of giving birth)
but...no matter, aye could envision,
an ever increasing heavy m*****f****** load
hence approaching Highland Manor Apartments
this chap abandoned
prior simultaneous evacuation plan
starkly aware probability for secluded spot sunk
(nonetheless, thy darting darting
anguish, futile lizard like lookout,
a geico Gekko whose cheeks did blush
even for a measly Georgian bush
quickened nsync with rectal spasms
visual scouting industrialized
where backhoes didst crush
once a time sacred happy hunting grounds
of native Americans, now royally flush
with newly built vinyl city re: urban sprawl a gush,
where cookie cutter houses long since bringing hush
puppies muzzled, yet never the less and mush
a doo doo about nothing) except sprint
ting to the verizon with a void push
immortalizing indigenous tribes ghosts rush
peopling infrastructure affixing
urbanization with lamb basted,
and sigh lance warrior whoosh!
I wish I liked coloring books
For my hobby might be cheaper,
but it is not for I adore creating on canvases
and painting them with acrylic paints.
My nine year old granddaughter
started this obsession by begging me to paint with her.
I did not want to “waste” a canvas that day.
Six years later I have five hundred canvases,
none wasted. Each full of my cartoon women.
Soldier women, warrior women, pirate women,
witches, faeries, hippies, angels, dancers, singers,
moms, little girls, Native Americans, black women,
brown women, beige women, pink women
I have filled my rooms with neon colors, and black lights.
My creations smile from every corner of my home.
I took down the family photos and replaced them
with my cartoon women. It is more than a hobby.
It is my obsession.
Disposable Wisdom
Each day Annie Lesley opened a can
Her eighty-six-year-old hands trembling
As she sat with her cat and ate pet food
What is wrong with this elder’s rendering?
Pride swallowed to remain independent
Large, sunken eyes peered from her weathered face
Her late spouse a decorated hero
Annie’s lifestyle a national disgrace
More enlightened cultures all over the world
Have revered their seniors throughout history
Asians and Native Americans
Are just two who honor their ancestry
Polynesians, other Pacific tribes
Respect the wisdom that comes with age
Seniors are welcome in family homes
But here in the states they’re placed in a cage
Bone-thin Annie Lesley chose to be free
Amazing neighbors with her endurance
When social services tried to intervene
She fought with remarkable resilience
Old photos on walls told many great tales
But only purring Tibby was listening
Each morning she rose to care for her cat
Until the day that Tibby went missing
In tears she claimed he must have been poisoned
Though in cat years he was older than she
Each day she sat by the window, staring
Awaiting the homecoming of Tibby
She’d been abandoned by society
Lost in the world’s most “progressive” nation
For sacrificing her spouse in World War II
Annie received little compensation
This widowed war bride never had children
Her mate had met his fate in Normandy
Posthumous awards she dusted each day
Annie’s life was defined by loyalty
To a man and a cat who never came home
And the vigil she kept all alone
Ended quietly one warm summer night
When an angel came to take Annie home
With a can of cat food in hand when found
Annie had nothing else to eat in her house
This is the way a veteran’s wife died
And tear stains had blemished her faded blouse
Although seniors’ wisdom is heeded
In societies that grow from history
Too many like Annie lead lonely lives
Wisdom untapped, they die in poverty
081521, Celebrating Carolyn's Poetry: An Uncontest Poetry Contest, Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich. 1P
I chose this poem because it speaks of Legacy and Love.
It challenges me to be more caring and outreaching.
It paints a fresh portrait of the power of a poem and
a story. Curtis Johnson.
The Holocaust was a reminder to us…
besides being a most horrific crime…
that dark forces of evil and intolerance
have been flowing since the dawn of time.
If you want a sampling of how cruel and inhuman
we, who call ourselves human, can be…
I’ll be frank…watch Ken Burns’s ‘The U. S.
and the Holocaust’ and read Anne’s diary.
An innocent young child who, because of her religion,
faced unimaginable enmity and strife…
who never had the chance to grow old…
to have a long and happy life.
She was but one of millions of Jewish people
who, at the hands of the Nazis, died…
a crime so horrific it didn’t have a word to describe it…
it does not…genocide.
But as I watched Ken Burns ‘Holocaust’ and read Anne’s words…thinking no crimes have ever been as gruesome as these…
I began to wonder if there were other children in the world
who have written similar diaries.
Looking back on the history of humankind…
I imagine there are a few…
and as difficult as it would be to hear their words…
I think we need to read them too.
Other groups of humans
whose annihilation was in other human’s plans…
If these children had written diaries…
would their words be similar to Anne’s?
From Native Americans, Blacks, people of color, women
who have endured so much torture and pain…
to LGBTQ+ people all over the world
and most recently…the people of Ukraine.
There are times when the stream of evil begins to overflow its banks
and no matter how much we pray…
its waters rush in determined to eliminate
anyone who gets in their way.
When groups of people are signaled out…belittled…
made to feel different and small….
until more diaries our discovered…
Anne’s words must speak for them all.
Anne never got to finish her diary…
she died just before the end of the war….
but I imagine she wouldn’t mind if it was finished
with words from Eleanor…
Eleanor…who throughout it all…remained steadfast…
resolute and strong….
She said there can be no compromise at any point
with things that we know are wrong.
Perhaps one way to keep the stream of evil contained…
to keep it from overflowing its shore…
would be to watch Ken’s series
read through the pages of Anne’s diary…
and heed the words of Eleanor.