Lonely Political Verse Poems

Not that you asked,
or ever would feel free to inquire,
yet perhaps you grow ready to listen
to a voice inviting exit
from your,
and our,
long loneliness,
self-contempt,
isolation so shelled-over,
so...

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It had been a hellish week.

On Monday
my lonely and tired AfricanAmerican husband
told me, as gently as possible,
that what I had hoped was a temporary separation
is...

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It occasionally  occurs to me,

as I distractedly remove my right dominant
Powder-Free Vinyl Exam Glove,
after yet another young adult diaper change,

Perhaps getting lovingly laid
by a...

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Train Journey Home


Hopeful eyes, 
Searching glaring screens, 

searching for some sign of love,
Switching on, switching off, switching on,

Us, 
A people, of stolen souls,
Destined to flick...

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I Came To the Medina
Looking for my Palestina
Baby my Baby 
Where are you?
Still under the rubbles?
Still alive my Diva 
Oh my Devina!

The Highways robbers,
The snitch,...

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For me,
but not for my kids,
it was The Old Rugged Cross
teaching my ego/eco-logic crossed
to believe adults could deprive their Earthly minds
of sacred co-passionate investment
and yet...

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Silent empathy,
whether majority or extremely lonely minority,
without active integrity
is unvoiced noticing
without informed feedback looping
understanding resilient communication
mentoring

Who we call each other to become
in courageous solidarity,
curious about...

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He's been struggling with depression,
She said, so then have I.

It's our bad news
that competing depressions
breed more contagiously
than our cooperative feeding happiness.

Yet our good news grows:
Depression...

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When Yang-strong Egos
like a great FirstWorld nation,
or an ecologically robust multiculturing community,
or a theologically resilient
good faith
polypathic sacred communion,
or a democratically healthy
cooperatively owned 
and polyculturally managed...

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After required Thanksgiving Day
and depressing night
I awoke surprised
by release into ego-homelessness.

What could sad night despairs mean?
Reiterating loss of grateful identity
mysteriously disappearing through this habitat's coldly...

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When we arrived at the U.S. border as a family
We were far from welcomed in, we were made an example of
Ripped apart by ICE-cold border...

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In/ExFormation Trees,
like snakes fleeing
and foeing toward ZeroZone destinies,
ponder bionic ecology
of on-line life and death health market trends
grown redundantly Left v Right,
North reductive v South seductive,
West...

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A Frisson of Fear
by Rick Folker

I will not bow to
your idols of
hate

I will not offer prayers to
your false gods you
create

I will not kneel to 
your...

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Not too many decades out of college
I finally landed my first full-time job,
as a White House speech writer.

I know,
you would expect
I would not start at...

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If your life's vocation
were to plan,
design,
and co-govern
an extended healthy family
through cooperative ecopolitical incorporation,
what would your cooperative do?

Where does my cooperative live?
In the White House,
the Governor's...

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Songs of resistance
are love songs.

Anthems sung together from churches
and temples
to town squares
and capital sold-out markets.

Sounds of acquiescence
are cowering silence
suffered alone
through long and lonely nights
of fear...

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