Flight and Thought

What to do, what to do
We’ll see liberty through
For, to fall for The Fall now, will simply not do

Let’s recall every Spring, every Summer of Days
Let us loose our lost fervor, and our gen’ral malaise
As we move with a grace in a number of ways

We will walk, not as pawns, but as kings and as queens
We will castle, together — ‘tis what unity means
This, and, when needed, forming unlikely teams

The time, seeming plenty, is deceivingly short
This is urgent, as each soul’s not yet found its Fort
We, for Truth, serve as Knights, here on this Earthly court

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Yes Goddesses

With prophetic vision
All the women
In the family
Mothers and daughters
Cousins and nieces
With pets present
Met in unison
Tethered their souls
Gathered their wisdom
Shared bad meals
Cried then laughed
Rolled up sleeves
Studied the data
Examined their hearts
Consulted with God
Exhaled a “Yes”
Cleaned the mess
Moved some mountains
Saved the world
Then slept soundly

nation

Dismay to disillusion. Hours glued to days and weeks and years. We stay stuck here. Must we? Were we thinking when we set down age-old shovels, we’d need to dig our way through? Was there only feelings? An absence of logic? Dismay. We’d not conceived to land on muddy, sinking sand. Now there is no hand -nay, not even our own- willing, it seems, reaching, to pull us up. Disillusion. A notion. A nation. Were we any we at all?

The Season of Fall

Before, we were The People
We wanted something closer to perfection
We’d die for our unity
Now We just want a break from it all
And a beer

Before, we knew to walk
We paid the price, the Cost of the thing
We’d spill our blood for posterity
Now The People talk nonstop
And ideas die

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