NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-two

standing in a park
cold breeze mutes the noisy crowd
wishing the earth well
focussed on intent, sending
hope for the future
something we all must work for
must come with action.

Short poem today – a couple days of short nights of sleeping and an early morning tomorrow. Plenty of fresh air today too – out with others at the March for Science in Albany NY.

a bridal party
happens on demonstration
crowd becomes backdrop

Haiku Day – Round Two

@realDonaldTrump •
we have to hold YOU to Truth •
not the media.
#RESIST #IMPEACH #Haikuday #NaPoWriMo #haiku

@realDonaldTrump
your lies are so thick and sad
they rate a haiku

@realdonaldtrump:
a kind universe has made
you five syllables.

A Very Good Mail Day

Small box on front porch
inside reminders: freedom
hard won and maintained.

Thanks @WAMCradio for the tshirt and mug but mostly for being who you are – a strong center in a world that needs both news and arts. Also thanks for a World Peace Poetry postcard in the mail.

And according to one of those silly facebook quizzes, if you can’t find me, here’s where not to look (I’ll be the one wearing a First Amendment tshirt…)

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honour or observation. — Sir Walter Scott

The artist and still today

In case you need to listen to a more inspirational voice today. I sure do.

The artist, however faithful to his personal vision of reality, becomes the last champion of the individual mind and sensibility against an intrusive society and an officious state… In pursuing his perceptions of reality, he must often sail against the currents of his time. This is not a popular role.  John F. Kennedy

Why We Must RESIST

In honor of President Lincoln, some of his most memorable words:

The Gettysburg Address

Abraham Lincoln

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war,testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate — we cannot consecrate — we cannot hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Nevertheless, ShePersisted

I wrote this and am setting it free into the world, my response to the whole sad, sordid shebang. Feel free to share.

nevertheless

Meanwhile, Paint Hits Paper

I did this and a couple other things purposely towards having them for postcard fronts. I’m doing World Peace Poetry Postcards and combining it with National Haiku Month and, for lack of a better title, “People, are you crazy??? Do the right thing you Congress people and others!” postcards as part of the 10 actions in 100 days continuation of the Women’s March.