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December 10, 2016

Those of us with memories
Are horrified. We know the old adage;
Those who don't, repeat.

Pride is not a trait desired.
Hang it up with arrogance,
But both are claiming they'll

Run things soon. Hide.
What sort of leader wants
To take away a child's

Only hot meal of the day?

This is Poem #216 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

December 2, 2016

In the history books, your
Attempts to dehumanize us
Will only make you less human.

Blast your cold water
On our bodies,
Fragile and naked. Feed

Us food swapped from swine,
We will only end up more
Devine. And your

Golden throne so comfortable
Now, will sink to sit
In a mud pit of bad press

For the future generations,
Children born to those us brave
Enough to try and survive.

This is Poem #210 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

This poem posting marks the start of December and the last month of the project.

October 27, 2016

Stupidity abounds. Cynicism
Without critical thinking, is never
A good means to an end.

Fuckers with Second Amendment
Envy and no sense of their own
His tory threaten revolt.

They cannot face the idea
Of Girl Power and competence.
They fear

They are afraid
They are afraid of the wrong
Things. Now, we

Are fearful of them.
Some of my heroes from US History: Congressional Union for Woman’s Suffrage, National Summer Headquarters, 128 Bellevue Avenue, Newport, R. I.

This is Poem #187 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. 

As the 2016 election neared, things were heating up. I wrote this poem after reading about a group of male supremacists who were proposing that the United States should “appeal the Nineteenth Amendment.” It made me realize how tenuous everything is.

October 21, 2016

When they do not talk 
About you, it is
Like you were never
There at all. In the past

Only white men did
Anything of importance.
The rest of us hid,
Apparently, in the closets

Of history and picked up
Their messes. They are trying
To do it now.
But how

Do you erase the black
President or the woman
This close to it
From your books?

Smear their names
With the media
You own and sit

Back. Let the repetition
And lies do their work.

This is Poem #184 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. 

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