Pluribus Poems - Poems about Pluribus

The past and the future fold into the present Conceptually vacant twice empty refrains No before and no after perpetually frozen The ice of indenture —this moment contains (Dreamsleep: September, 2022)...

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Carrying worn suitcases packed tightly with meager possessions, lofty dreams, bringing hearts filled with longings for the familiarity of homelands and family left behind, they came to America. Schowengerdt, Rabun, Mazzei, Erickson, Keeton and Rausch. RaGusa, Martin, Devries, Kaplan, Renfro, Czypryzs, Morrissey, Hartpence, Colbert, Collier, Roth, Proia and Ward. They came to America. Shining through immigrant tears, Lady Liberty’s freedom torch beaconed the way to portals of hope. Beyond ... the future’s...

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Forced by angry Esau to leave home Jacob had no choice, so he ran To his mother's brother in Haran The sun set quickly that afternoon So Jacob set twelve stones by his head And lay down to sleep, the ground as his bed In the morn, twelve stones had turned into one Momentarily perplexed and...

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It is a free country as long as you have money. ha! ha!...

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It’s time, by now, we did away with nations. I tell you, hand on heart beneath the flag, This jingo jag has now become a drag. Those puerile patriotic palpitations had meaning only when we lived in tribes. Today our people mix and mingle freely – so can’t we now dispense with Horace Greeley, and wetbacks, wops and wogs, and all those...

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...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky You've reached the pinnacle of fame where double-speak's a daily game, so many words, so little meaning, popinjay, so skilled at preening. Posing for a photo-op your perfect hair a puissant crop, your perfect smile, a frozen glare which fools the foolish everywhere. Demagoguery designed to derogate the keener mind, a smile may hide what lies behind and mark...

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...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky You've reached the pinnacle of fame where double-speak's a daily game, so many words, so little meaning, popinjay, so skilled at preening. Posing for a photo-op your perfect hair a puissant crop, your perfect smile, a frozen glare which fools the foolish everywhere. Demagoguery designed to derogate the keener mind, a smile may hide what lies behind but mark...

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Youa tells me a story over the hot hibachi: How she went to Laos To see her lucky sisters For the first time in two decades, Since the country has loosened up enough To let tourists like us in. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she asks me, Then says she gave her sister Mayli $50 To help her family. When Youa returned to the Twin Cities, She...

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...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky You've reached the pinnacle of fame where double-speak's a daily game, so many words, so little meaning, popinjay, so skilled at preening. Posing for a photo-op your perfect hair a puissant crop, your perfect smile, a frozen glare which fools the foolish everywhere. Demagoguery designed to derogate the keener mind, a smile may hide what lies behind but mark...

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...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky You've reached the pinnacle of fame where double-speak's the daily game, so many words, so little meaning, popinjay, so skilled at preening. Posing for a photo-op your perfect hair a puissant crop, your perfect smile, a frozen glare which fools the foolish everywhere. Demagoguery designed to derogate the keener mind, a bush will hide what lies behind and mark...

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One nation under GOD indivisible-- it's synergy--part of the system-- part of the whole. Even though, ignorance still exist --it doesn't matter because it's just an element. Ultimately, it doesn't prevail. What prevails is HE WHO CREATES REALMS....

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