Love, come sail with me
To the edge of the known world
Where sea and sky kiss
We’ll find our true selves
‘Neath cerulean heavens
Far from earth’s safe shores
I’ll be your lighthouse
Your compass’s truest north
You’ll be my anchor.
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After Trump’s spokesdemon, Kellyanne Conway, introduced the term “Alternative Facts” on a Sunday morning news show, the hashtag #alternativefacts began trending on Twitter. And there were some doozies:
And then there’s this:
If Trump truly wants us to give him a chance then he needs to give truth a chance. Stop worrying about who has the biggest dick, I mean crowd, and begin the real job of leading our country.
Peace, people.
I wanna be a poet, a word slinger extraordinaire. Instead I’m a mimic, pacing
Off the steps, gimping up the line behind the real deal. Authenticity has meaning in rhyme’s
World. Weighty phrases loaded with innuendo and innocent declarations of true love.
Give me shelter, hoist me high, let me trade these paltry phrases for a silver plated platter.
A rose by any other name would still wilt and die, and therein lies the inherent problem: Reality.
I follow Dixie Chicks’ outspoken lead vocalist, Natalie Maines on Twitter. My tweets to her generally go unacknowledged, but yesterday she liked one of my tweets. I feel like she just kissed my firstborn.
As we enter the days of Trump, or as I’m inclined to think of them, The Doldrumps, here’s a little pre-apocalyptic fare from Mike and the Mechanics.
The video was cheesy, but the song always chilled me.
https://youtu.be/HFaXHcVS33A
Silent Running
Take the children and yourself
And hide out in the cellar
By now the fighting will be closed at hand
Don’t believe the church and state
And everything they tell you
Believe in me, I’m with the high command
CHORUS
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
There’s a gun and ammunition
Just inside the doorway
Use it only in emergency
Better you should pray to God
The father and the spirit
Will guide you and protect from up here
CHORUS
Swear allegiance to the flag
Whatever flag they offer
Never hint at what you really feel
Teach the children quietly
For someday sons and daughters
Will rise up and fight while we stood still.
CHORUS (repeat 3 times)
Songwriters: Brian Alexander Robertson / Michael Rutherford
I marched in the rain
With thousands of
Like-minded people
My tears fell as I
searched for parking
Joyful that it was
IMPOSSIBLE given the
Number of women and men
Of ALL ages and colors
Who joined their voices
In support of women’s
Inalienable rights.
Democracy in action.
My ball gown was a poncho,
My stilletos, tennis shoes.
Trump, in your ivory tower,
Heed this, our cry:
Women’s rights are Human
Rights! Liberty for one;
Liberty for ALL.
My friend Julie and I were about midway in the long line of people that stretched from Railroad Park up the hill to Florida Agricultural and Mechanical University (FAMU). Estimates indicate more than a thousand people took to the streets to express our fervent plea that women’s rights and the rights of minorities be honored in this new administration.
Rain fell intermittently, but spirits were high. Nothing could dampen the glow of democracy in our midst.
What will hold us up
When the columns have crumbled?
When the pillars fall?
We took for granted
Truths that no longer hold firm
Cracked foundations all.
Will we then be rocks?
Stanchions raised in proud protest,
Resistors indeed!
Perfect.
Hello, and welcome to hell for us in the United States! As soon as Trump took office, the White House website was changed to reflect the incoming administration. Please take a look at the top issues, I have a link below. If this does not scream fascism, I don’t know what does. Never in my 58 years on this planet did I ever think I would be this afraid. I’m scared shitless for my country that I love so much.
https://www.whitehouse.gov/america-first-energy
The root system on this tree was mesmerizing. I call this one “Lady in Waiting.” Do you see her?
You stand on the corner of
Climate Change and Rising Seas
In the neighborhood of Zika,
Deep in the heart of
Nuclear Destruction.
Wave to North Korea’s crazy
Dictator across the Ocean of
Despair, one insult away from
Gracing us with a big, bad bomb
And a centuries deep winter.
Curtsy to Putin, our Russian pal,
His KGB ties beside the point.
Stand in bread lines with comrades
All. Take time to learn Cyrillic
Script for future reference.
Stockpile bandages and canned
Goods. Be sure to save the books and
Works of art. Listen, you won’t Remember when the boots come stomping And the knock comes in the night.
Praying for Eyebrowz 