2 poems about thoughts and feelings post-election
About Electing Lies
Well
I am disappointed
So I guess
If I’m convicted of
Many crimes
And I’ve committed fraud
And broken promises
In marriage
And other relationships
So that
In fact
I break faith with everyone
And if I do not pay my bills
And if I want
To accuse people I’m afraid of
Of everything that isn’t
True
If I make a style
In fact
Of lying
And don’t pay my bills
And
By the way
I take everything that’s wrong with me
And say it is another’s
And not me
Though
It is
All I have to do
To get away with
All of it
Is to run for President
And get billionaires
To buy my way
For
Their own
Agendas
The same folk who
By the way
Won’t welcome
Me at
Table
Otherwise
It’s 17 June 1972
Another
Day the music died
And what we learned but that
We cannot
Trust the government
And should stay away from
All such things
And have
So much easier living
Through
Indifference
The Topsy-Turvy that Has No Playfulness in Topsy-Turvy
There are those
Who learn about the Holocaust
And take notes from
The evil side
So that the lie might be acknowledged
That some good things
Happened
Then
In Germany
Not
To say we can’t be academic
Though the filter must be moral
Or we are pursuing nothing
Human
Or has a place
On righteous Earth
We should be
Rhetorical
Understanding something of
Our honest discourse
With each other
And
We should study flaws in that
Tradition
You know
Straw people
Post hoc propter hoc
Gilding the lily
Though
Again
The point is not
To strategize to use the flaws
To dupe each other
Though
Some will
It’s
Sad to know
And one more thing
That should be
And that isn’t
Is that
Politics
Means good government
You know
The pursuit of by the people
And yet
Like taking notes
From the wrong side
And
Going for the
Discourse flaws
Not
To mention
Spewing accusations
In
A puerile attempt
To escape one’s
Own
The codes we could live by
Like good governance
And topsy-
Turvy
Fun on Ferris wheels
But good and evil upside-
Down to try
For ways to live
Simply act against
The deeper
And the shallower things we
Really know
Those presuming leadership who
Act against all virtue
And all wisdom
Though
Might
Try hollowly
Merely to use the worlds
Invite the citizenries
And
Congregations
To subscribe to indifference
To endure
C L Couch
(sorry should there be any ranting parts but not sorry for any easier-living-wisdom parts)
Photo by Mika Baumeister on Unsplash
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Congratulations, Mister Biden and Ms. Harris
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Dear Diary,
I’m sore today because
The bed frame broke last night
And, yes, I was in it
Though the soreness comes
From having to remove
It from the mattress,
Then try to fold it, then
Put the remnants by the door,
Hoping there will not be a fire
To cap off the drama
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It was like the done-up
Broken bedroom scene in
The Quiet Man and other
Comedies
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Several parts fell on the
Floor all by themselves, and
I should say half-parts, meaning
I guess that the disposable
Economy has won again
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And I am resting on the
Mattress on the floor,
Having a hobbit’s perspective
Of the world;
I have to reach for things such
As a lamp switch or a book
Or my pills
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I’ll have to drag the broken
Black metal to the trash
And then, I don’t know,
Look, shop around
For something new
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I’ll have to let my muscles
Smooth out some
While hoping for
The unfraying of frayed nerves
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At least,
I don’t have to worry about
Who’s President;
I guess that’s it—thanks,
Diary, for listening
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coda
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I’m now closer to the
Perspective of
The dust bunnies—maybe
They’ll invite me to a party
Just outside
Their secret warren
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C L Couch
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Photo by noslifactory on Unsplash
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In a Week or So
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They’re old and white
And waiting for
Each other to die
Republicans and Democrats
Meanwhile, they hold
Power as if they own it,
Forgetting that everything
Is lent,
Stewards of the vine
To whom accounting will be due
Once the owner returns
Maybe in the times
We did not know them
They did some good
Something inclusive
Something that
Cost them for a difference
Where are they now,
Where are their souls?
I do not know
Or have to know
Thank goodness, it’s not up to me
To judge them
Or to you
We have the privilege
To vote them in or out
They have the greater privilege
To serve beyond themselves
To represent our counting
The measure of our mood
And of our will
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C L Couch
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Photo by Jana Shnipelson on Unsplash
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Lysistrata Vote
(USA, elsewhere)
A comedy by Aristophanes
And a Spanish film
From 2002
(Thanks, Wiki-P)
The Lysistrata woman
Wages sex against men who
Rather
Want to go to war
She wins, averting
Armageddon
Between Sparta and Athens
And, as in all good comedies
(Classic, say),
The community is better,
Stronger for it
For her
Now
For all shes who must be obeyed,
Time for another laugh like this?
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