New poem: "The American Election 2024"

 

 

The American Election 2024

 

If this life is the way, the long sought-after

way to the unfathomable, which we call divine,

as the Wizard of Bollingen realized when he

explored the human soul with his inner guiding

principle and superior insight, then it does not

matter who wins the Oval Office in the American

election today, November 5, 2024, Kamala Harris

or Donald J. Trump, the way of what is to come

will be the destined path that the American people

will have chosen to realize their inherent purpose

of wholeness, whatever the price exacted of them

to resolve the opposing forces of their dual nature,

and one day, hopefully much sooner than later,

they will give birth to the magnificent soul

of the American people.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Tuesday, November 5, 2024

New poem: "Grandson of a German Draft Dodger"

 

Grandson of a German Draft Dodger

 

He stands tall, above it all, and remorseless

in his ambition to make America great again,

the grandson of a sixteen-year-old German draft

dodger who bought a one-way ticket to America

where he began his adventurous life as a barber,

restauranteur, saloonkeeper, hotelier, entrepreneur,

gold rush prospector, shipwreck survivor, and New

York real-estate investor who married a woman

from his German hometown of Kallstadt and sired

his father Fred, who made his fortune in real estate

and married a lowly domestic who gave birth to

their son Donald who, with great prowess, multiplied

his father’s inheritance and became a billionaire

real-estate developer and 45^th president of the United

States who was called by fate to become the 47^th,

the loving son of an American-German father and

Scottish-born mother, a native American who loves

his country and wants to make the United States

safe, strong, and proud again.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Monday, October 28, 2024

New poem: "The Banality of Evil"

 

 

The Banality of Evil

 

Who are these agents of chaos who walk

among us like you and me sowing discord

with fake smiles and think nothing of the harm

they do to the order of things, ordinary people

in high and low places who don’t answer

to anyone but their own malevolence? What

order of god do they serve? Are they not aware

of the harm they do to their children? Are

they so blind that they cannot see the disorder

they bring to the system? Can’t they see that

they impair themselves more than you and me?

What kind of people would do this? Did nature

go wrong with these people? Are they puppets

on a string who say things they don’t mean

but can’t say no to whoever’s pulling their string?

Have they forfeited their conscience for selfish

interest? They have free will, don’t they? Do

they willfully choose self-deception over telling

the truth? Is this what Hannah Arendt meant

by the banality of evil? They puzzle me,

these ordinary people.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Friday, November 1, 2024