Mom Political Poems

This was last Christmas - 39 days ago - doesn’t that seem like ancient history? 

We were in Lisa’s (parent’s) 50th floor flat, in Manhattan....

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Aunt Mary was a small and wiry mother
of six;
four by birth
and two by informal adoption.

She sang in a small querulous voice
yet spoke boldly
filled with loving...

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Tyler was a real happy man,
looking down at his phone,
the mayor said,“We need less police,
their crimes are so well known.”
They’d not arrest if you stole...

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A situation or state of confused movement or violent turmoil. (dictionary definition #2 of Maelstrom)

Today’s opinions are so contrasting and divisive that nobody seems to...

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My matriarchal genetic line
of narrative
not quite sublime
resonantly erupts
regeneratively abrupt

Loves repeating
robustly carnal wisdom's long
drawn out song

Continuously unabated
with unconditional
transgenerational regard
something emerging more positively
than simply not not hated

Unlike...

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..She felt so damn nervous making that call,
and when he picked up she just gushed it all,
he listened quietly, then she asked to meet,
she quickly...

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The Tricky Chirp

The nester bird comes to live, 
in a nest, they did not make. 
Yet... the bird, 
feels right at home 
and not alone...

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Recycled

I have gone through many storms. 
Some I thought would capsize the boat, 
and drown both me, 
and my beloved children.
At the first sign of...

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End Times

When good men 
see bad things happen, 
and do nothing 
but watch... 
The world is set... 
on the road, 
directly to destruction.

Hope is put...

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The endless fight seemed to come to an end,
the toxic nature beaten out of men
by lessons taught, and pressure from above,
the masculine had surrendered to...

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My EarthMom used to stand easy
at our kitchen sink,
looking out across our fertile backyard
vegetable garden,

Rising from humbly short
but brilliantly red/green
bodhisattva radishes
inside white but spicy,
not the...

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My EarthMom,
whom I worshiped without question
at least until age ten,
often repeated,
"A place for everything
and everything in its place."

She was usually talking about kitchen tools,
but I...

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Dear,

Dear,

Dear... Whoever this is too.

The collective unconscious, the universal "you".

Anybody who's listening,

I thought, but I never knew.

I Swallow, before I chew,

I'm a swallow who never...

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Everything was dull,
you know? Another dark and
dull pandemic week.

But now: OH, MY GOD, 
I'M SO EXCITED!! - I can
hardly eat or sleep!!

Gloomy clouds of doom
dissipated...

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...But then there is the second reason,
one that I think is much more malign,
one that comes from the P.C. brigades,
one that's craving control of your...

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