My Dear Readers:
Today marks the first Thanksgiving in the era of Trump 2.0, Trumperica.
I would like to share with you some of my poems for "reflctions" on No/Thanks(Giving) during hard times [for whatever reason]
Thanksgiving dawns
chilly with patches of fog
red states, blue states
and those in between
alone together, then alone ...
Ritual of This Post-Election Thanksgiving
roast turkey
pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes ...
half eaten, half spoken
Trump news on mute
the faint smell of leftovers
... and things unsaid
fireplace embers ...
clink-clink-clinking of glasses
fills our silence
TV's dim light
our back-and-forth monologue
on Black Friday deals
false dawn
in my sleep I hear thank God
this is us
Gertrude Stein (born Feb. 3, 1874, Allegheny City [now in Pittsburgh], Pa., U.S.—died July 27, 1946, Neuilly-sur-Seine, France), an avant-garde American novelist and poet, once proclaimed:
One must dare to be happy.
This first Thanksgiving in Trumperica, we shall all have the power to soften our hardened hearts and "Dare to be happy."
Dare to Be Happy
leaves turn through
yellow, orange, red, purple ...
back home again !
thanksgiving prayer
with each word I get closer
to my inner child
a No Politics sign
on the dining room wall ...
turkey and ham dinner
thanksgiving leftovers
this relief when things remain
half-spoken
Added:
lingering scent
from the turkey carcass ...
things we might’ve said
Added: Trump Empire, Inc, LXIV
written in response to the Convicted Felon's "Gilded Age" proclaim/obsession
the first
Black Friday
closing store sale
shiny Christmas trees
made of Louis Vuitton bags
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