"ainos" poems
Liberal Hillary for notsee Trumpler,
Dempublicans for remocrats,
Because the invisible coup lied,
Hillary's "not perfect", was all
The excuse dinos, linos, sinos, ginos,
Ainos, kremlin kronies, hackers, wicked
Leaks, Bernie or bust bots, needed.
The worst, US intelligence/police industrial
Complex, who, like king george and his
**** Cheney, purposely not preventing the
Attacks on 9-11-01, they didn't prevent the
Hacking of our 11-16 elections, installing
Trumpler and attempting to realize a borne
Again cold war, extreme theft of tax $, etc..
Potential democracy for mediocracy,
Peace and prosperity for Ebony, ivory,
The Black and white supremacies'
Cannibalizing the future, for e.g.,
Tax dolla's, in perfect harmony,
To replicate the past's supposed:
Profits, pleasures, and powers.
$12. to $15. an hour minimum wage,
Reproductive and healthcare rights
Progressed, et al, for the Black
Supremacy getting: a President in 2020,
Potentially, instead of waiting till
2040, 'cause, "once you go Black you
Never go back", extreme war funding, etc..
"...We(e),...", used to know to: not
Grind up the seeds, let our kid's as...
Be, and let them be kids, the real
Deficits realized are astronomically
Higher, like when the trillion ton
Ice cube was dropped in the drink,
Cooling things off for a bit, but,
Heating them up forever, burning,
Flooding, extincting everything. We can,
Individually, turn 360 degrees around,
Back to The Evolution, the future, humans
Will only have if we do. By changing
Everything, swapping criminal insanity
For sanity, exigency for humanity, again.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
I lie suspended
Weightless
In the crystal clear warmth
Of the Ionian Sea
As pebbles clatter and tumble and wash
From sea to shore and back.
Dreams flood in
Of pure white sands
Uncrowded seas
Villages of creams and pinks and blues.
Ancient history
And troubled modern times
Mix
With vibrant splashes
Of stunning bougainvillea.
Agile swallows swoop and dart and dance
Broken rocks and mortar
Scatter the land
Skeletons of another time
Left by the earth's shaking fury.
The air fills with aromatic wild herbs
A revered Saint
From 500 years before
Encased in silver and gold
Beneath the mountain Ainos.
Olive groves
Orange and lemon trees abound
Smiling friends
Special times remembered.
My Cephalonia.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC