2 patriot verses
Patriot Dreams
I love my country
Though sometimes
It’s hard
To recognize
For violence
Yes
Also disorder
In the halls of politics
And justice
It seems that we all
Lean
Maybe time
To say so
And admit we can do better
Be larger
Than one interest
So to legislate
Even to judge
I am this
And I am that
My group is this
But I can care
Bigger than
That
And must
To make intact
And keep intact
The nation
From the privilege of chaos
And the run of evil
Ripping through
Any sense
Of unity
Faltered
Flawed
We can do better
Larger
Though the irony must be
That patriot feeling
And intent
Be shown in smaller
Ways
The things of families
And of neighborhoods
Leave me alone
Should not be our working words
Not since
We thought
To work out something
‘Gainst an empire
Knowing that
Solitary items matter
As matter
Individuals
Remember
Though
That birthing seems
Separate
But by necessities
Is actually conjoined
That dying
For some choices might be
Shared as well
That we are in our skins
And inside
Our interests
But we do better
Not for
Groupthink
But when we work it
Healthily
Together
By “patriot dream”
(ethereally good)
We may try
(waking
hale)
Vision
Turned like
Named and unnamed blocks
Into
Democratic strategy
And our
Republic’s practice
God save America
All Americas
And both hemispheres
A planet
Nation
For with reason
Any people
In
The world
May
Build this
Choices in smaller things
The easy things
Be easy
While we also have the larger
And complex
Thus
Vote for
Service
For security
Love of nation
Love of home
Families reconstructed
In any number
Blood
And also water
Both safely
Required
We share
The nation’s business
While invested
In
Our own
The larger one
Be ours
Indifferently approached
Perhaps
(check voting
statistics
far as well as near)
But we live on the promise that
We make this
(large
and small)
Our own
Sustaining it in
Quotidian
As well as come-November ways
C L Couch
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haiku (3) after Hallowtide
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seasons ending in
new seasons beginning to
take hold then let go
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red leaves like children
bright and shiny always changing
into something else
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evergreen until
needles wither due to lack
of water and air
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C L Couch
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Red of Fall
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Old Times There
It’s an unordained day
Unornamented, too
Too soon for everything like that
Late November, cold and chilly
Sky flat with pale gray,
Everything else dark against it
A perfect day for candlelight, I think
Maybe pretend it is an older time
When caves were justified
Along with houses
And people might keep moving for
A life
A livelihood as tinkers, fighting
For hire, or maybe storytelling
In a common room
Manor or pub
(I don’t think churches or temples
were lent out)
Small town, desert place,
Or greater city
Told, though I think sung
Maybe couplets, maybe rhymes
A language we will never speak again
Food and drink for fees,
Maybe coins
A night to sleep inside
Up and out next day
To travel to whatever
In an older age provides
C L Couch
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Some magic is happening in every moment, have a close look.
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