Those Kids Should Go

Someone said,
who should know better
but does not know,
‘those children should take
their things and go.
They should not be in the
same classroom where
the other children learn.
They don’t know how to take turns.
They should not be allowed,
they should not be.
They are not the same as you and me’.
To this someone,
who should know better,
don’t you know that is what
those children want too?
They want to be the same
as the other children who
get along so well.
For those children
school is hell.
Teachers don’t help.
They don’t know what to do.
It is too late for my girl who
is one of those children.
Those children who don’t fit in.
To that someone with her
thoughtless remarks.
Just imagine how you would feel
if a loved one of yours
was segregated in a class.
Just because they thought different.
They don’t know how to fit in.
Teachers need to learn to help them.
They need support, they need confidence
instead of segregation in another class.

Not Going Anywhere Fast

I wrote a new poem regarding the terrible news that Tramp is going to be the new leader of the free world for the next 4 years. Nothing is going to be free by the time he has finished with it. I called it

Not Going Anywhere Fast.

I looked outside the window
and could not believe I saw
the S S Marie Celeste
going past my door.
Captain Obama took the last lifeboat
and the ship’s crew all jumped overboard.
A new captain is at the wheel
dressed in Obama’s clothes.

The new captain is a dangerous sort,
a vagabond at best
he has a tattoo
‘Power is Mine’
inked darkly on his chest.
A manic smile on his face,
he stares back at me.
He holds the lives of those I love
in his fist and squeezes them together tightly.
Toupe slightly off kilter,
his pants held up with rope,
nobody thinks he looks funny
but everybody thinks
‘how are we going to cope’?

I wake up and hear the news today
of what America has done.
4 years of Trump presidency
and that time has just begun.
But if we stand hand in hand
and immerse ourselves in the arts
hopefully we will stay afloat
when all the madness starts.

For we are the ship’s crew who
jumped overboard when Trump came on board.
Some people voted while
other stayed in bed and snored.
The only hope is if we stay together
4 years will go fast
Let’s sing more, join more choirs,
immerse ourselves in the arts.
Trump is not going anywhere.
We have the sail’s mast.

Time Ticks On Regardless

A mirror reflects the life we know.
Lately I have the feeling I want to go
through a door into that world
I see in the mirror.

That doorway could take me
six months forward in time
where life has returned to normal.
But who would do what I need to do
as time goes on?

I would not be here now
where I need to be
so I can see my girl
and my girl can see me.

So for right now I will stay
in the world reflected in the mirror
and take each day at a time.

As time goes on.