Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Monday, January 26, 2026

frozen (over)

 the mississippi river here is
at least a little bit
frozen over

subfreezing
and some subzero
temperatures will do that
even to a 
grand river
like the mississippi

as a result
the river is quite still
and even has some patches
where snow has accumulated 
on top of the ice

the thing about rivers
though 
is that 
in most cases
and especially in the case of
big rivers like this one
is that 
frozen over
does not equal
frozen

there is water under that 
sheet of ice that is
still liquid
still moving
still flowing
and in time that will 
thaw
break up
melt
that layer of ice
especially when
the sun 
comes out to help

it seems like
there's a metaphor in there
somewhere

(especially if you capitalize 
three particular letters)
 
 

 


january 2026
milltown coffee
(with a very nice view
of the river)
moline il



The Ballad of the Democracy Destroyer, or, Let It Slide

There came a man, wealth was his god;
And vain and boastful was his play,
But still the people did applaud
And send him on his merry way
To fame and fortune, wrongly earned.
But he the power of fame had learned.

But when his star began to fade,
Ill fortune raised him up anew.
So to TV he turned, and played
A corporate mogul, strong and true.
But when off-camera, lust ran wild - 
It mattered not woman or child.

But those who fawned him let it slide
And helped his heinous deeds to hide.

Though fame was fun, he wanted more,
So power he ventured next to seek.
He sought it as he had before:
Suck up to strong and crush the weak.
The simpering haters joined his cause,
Ignoring all the rules and laws. 

Though all the girls he'd groped before 
Bore witness and called out his ways,
And others named the Russian shore
As stoking his demented haze,
Still half a nation followed him;
Liberty's light grew faint and dim.

Somehow this nation let it slide; 
Democracy just up and died.

Four years his ego rampant ran
Before the voters turned him out.
But four years on it was his plan
That put plain decency to rout.
Now regained his tainted height,
He turned to put his foes to flight.

A goon squad serving him alone
And minions spouting garbled lies?
Ere long, pretense was up and gone.
See, this is how a nation dies.
But still the ones with legal power
Failed oh, so badly in that hour.

Again the cowardly let it slide
And left him on his throne of pride.

He waged his war yet undeclared
On all who dared to disagree,
And rained foul hate throughout the land
From sea to no-more-shining sea.
E'en as his mind grew weak and pained, 
His minions siezed his power and reigned.

And so we stand at Hell's own gate - 
Or is it Heaven's? But who can tell?
Are we defunct? Is it too late?
Or can this story yet end well?
Will evil be cast out for good,
This nation yet be what it should?

Or, since vain Congress let it slide,
Has this country, at long last, died?


(January 2026)

Sunday, April 7, 2024

farmstead

farmstead



not many such things
on presbyterian properties 
i would guess 

a few chickens 
several goats 
and a pair of donkeys 
plus some garden patches

as i am about to walk away
one of the donkeys eyes me
and starts to walk towards me
carefully 
i approach the fence at an angle 
the donkey comes to meet me 

what happens next 
i’ve seen many times 
from our cats
a slight tilt of the head 
towards my hand
i know that sign

so i stand there for a few minutes 
patting a donkey’s head 

the point
is not that this was somehow a
magical
mystical
cosmic 
spiritual moment 
it doesn’t get special 
just because i’m writing 
one of these 
silly little poems about it

if anything 
maybe the point is to wonder 
that we have created a world 
in which
such a moment *seems*
magical 
mystical 
cosmic
spiritual 
and not
something that happens 
between fellow creatures of God

i mean
we are fellow creatures of God
right?




Tuesday, January 18, 2022

they launched a rocket tonight

they launched a rocket tonight

seventy-four miles north of here

 

we were promised a big show

by very enthusiastic resort staff

and so

a small but notable crowd

perhaps a dozen and a half

maybe two dozen

gathered on the overlook by the beach

which promised (we were told) an excellent view

 

the numbers gathered on the overlook

while the moon

stood stalwart sentinel

slam-dunking its reflected sunlight 

onto a lightly ruffled ocean




 


















a plane fooled everybody for a moment

 

but sure enough

at 9:02 p.m.

a reddening glow blossomed low on the northern horizon

from which emerged a large red spot

larger than the stars anyway

not as large as the moon

standing stalwart sentinel




 


















to the delight of all 

the newly launched large red spot 

turned south 

toward us

and eventually passed right in front of us

still climbing and growing smaller

its vaguely comet-tail-like trail changing colors 

and eventually fading away 

as the rocket climbed higher and faded into the sky

on its way to disgorge forty-something satellites

 

eventually

the smallish but notable crowd drifted away 

as the rocket could no longer be seen with unaided eye

 

and yet the moon 

still stood stalwart sentinel

slam-dunking its reflected sunlight

onto a lightly ruffled ocean