New Year's poem 2021

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       The way God brings injustice to the surface.
       As the virus swirls into the core of the world.
                    We huddle in our homes.

Reviewing the martyring of one-before our very eyes.
 Seeing for ourselves the vile deed doers of America.

   Now-to cleanse the disease from the ranks of the
 American Culture. While some shudder at the fear of
   Their ending of a place Not destined to be theirs.

    Out into the streets into the mist of the virus of
 disease and hatred. Under the Protection of God-moving
                    The time past 400+ years.

 Into a clear meadow of Spirituality and Brotherly love.
                    Get up-Do something!

     Away! Away! You vile deed doers Away! Away!

(c) 2020 “GET UP -DO SOMETHING” by Paul S. Hickman - All Rights Reserved

Ever seen a catfish or a carp flopping on the water-less grass.
Huffing and puffing for air for the water to be purified through
Their gills into their lungs.

Some men are like the catfish and the carp. Flopping in earthly zones
Beyond their reach.

Yet trying to lie on a fruitless surface made of stone and soil.
Constricted by their own failure to swim in waters far from the snares
Of the fisherman's hook.

As the hook tears into their mouth and holding on tight with only two
Ways to freedom. One by the hand of a gifted man. And the other by
Tearing the flesh and breaking free with excruciating pain.

Diving back into the water into freedom from the hook of man.
But- so many end up in a place of not returning to their former life's
Trail of their destiny.

(c) 2020 “Ever Seen A Catfish or Carp” by Paul S. Hickman - All Rights Reserved

Worrisome days pass
As do troublesome nights
Like fallen autumn leaves
And hungry birds in flight

The ducks will always find
A safe place to nest
While shoppers with masks
Rush on their way to rest

The water flows gently
The dike full of walkers
That stumble along nimbly
Amidst the cheerful talkers

The north wind blows
The ships all lie still
Dusk falls with no warning
As I slowly bike downhill

I see an old man staring
At some park’s gravestones
Appearing somehow pensive
Looking so all alone

I think about the winter
And remember last fall
Another day almost over
Yet I worry not at all

Still glad to be alive
To enjoy another day
To reflect again the seasons
And bike a new pathway

Camille Elaine Thomas
December 17, 2020

I took a breath today.

I realize I haven’t done that lately
Not in quite the same way
But today

I took a breath.

Today, hope replaced dread
Anticipation replaced anxiety
A sense of progress replaced the surety of the usual daily briefing
of regression

Today I breathed.

I sighed relief for all the work we’ve all put in
And thought with pride
Of who all placed their skin
In the game of democracy

             We tried the system
                           We tested it
                                        And we won

So I took a breath.

And momentarily mourned
All the relationships I lost
Once truth became too much
All the anger I’ve held in my back
All the sorrow of friend after breathless friend
Victims of hubris, of freedom that overstepped
All the lines people crossed in their boldness
              Lines in the sand
                           Lines water couldn’t wash clean
And I sighed
And welcomed back all that can start again
Now that it’s over

I’ll sit in this breath

Just for a little while
Before we inhale collectively
And exhale through the labor of
Accountability

But not today

Today I danced
Today I smiled
Today I laughed
Today I pondered
Today I reveled
Today I rested

I took a breath today.

Jasmine Cochran

November 7, 2020

A Voter's Sonnet

Walk with me, if you will
Five years back
When an unlikely announced
He’d run to become commander-in-chief and
People scoffed in amusement
“No, no, no,” they said
“It can’t happen.” “It won’t happen.”
“Americans won’t let that happen.”
And then it did
And then we felt our hearts dropkick our
Stomachs
Because even before we knew what exactly,
We knew what
Four years of him could do
And that’s just what it did
And every week we watched in horrific
Anticipation of
What he might say or do or steal or repeal
And every time we thought it couldn’t get worse
It did
And then three years rolled by
And sparked some hope as hopefuls said they
Could do better
And we picked our favorites
And rallied
And cast our ballots
And mostly watched our picks fall by the wayside
But one was left standing. And he’s the guy.
Now maybe you’re tickled pink with the blue ticket
And can’t wait to watch the ticker
Click in our favor in 43 days
Or maybe you’re not feeling gung-ho
It’s possible that you think taking a stand
Against just two parties is dutiful
Or noble

Unjust Indigestion

Her death could have been avoided
If someone had listened to her cries
Someone left their trainers on the porch
Then muddied the house mat

They called their names in villages
And marches around the world
But the circus revolves
And the clowns keep prancing

The videos of despair continue
But weariness has sluggishly settled in
While pessimism weaves pathways
Behind the invasion of frolicking trolls

The choices are paltry
But the steps need taking
For when the mockingbird sings
Scavenger crows return home to rest

For when need is stronger than desire
And torment incites lingering disgust
Then the time for fall sowing
Comes before the spring reaping

While the chants are still being sung
With self-righteous fervor
Yet, the rhythm must be woven anew
To still the tide of pending disaster

Camille Elaine Thomas
September 20, 2020

In the Fall of Corona

If you have three apples
And I have none
Wouldn’t it be fair
To give me one?

If you have a house
And mine is gone
Would you sit and ponder
Where the fire came from?

If my husband was killed
And yours still lives
Is there some support
That you could give?

If my land was in war
And I had to run away
Would you give me space
a safe place to stay?

If my child lies crying
face down on the ground
four police on his neck
no justice to be found

Well, what should I do?
What if we changed places
And you were me
And I was you?

Camille Elaine Thomas
September 15, 2020