More fighting
Is it really needed
We are all tired
When we heard the call
And headed
Now more brutality
I thought we were headed
To civility
Goodness dear friends
What happened to us politically
Socially
When is the contest over
And the collaboration begin
When can we have forgiveness
For all of our vulgar sins
Not today I guess
As all hopes of civility
Renewed and put to the test
Facts
Fact
The fact
Agreed upon
Facts
Non disputed facts
Exist between the boundaries
Of lies and illusions
It’s an inconvenient 4 letters
That we must rely on
In difficult times
The true impact
Of Facts
Face facts
Fact
Goodnight lights
Off to bed
Stories of the day
Drift off in my head
Waltz away from worry
And into the night
Five deep breathes
Everything will be alright
Foreign roads
Lead to treacherous results
What is known is more unknown
Facts are no longer facts
Fiction and fantasy
All intertwined sarcastically
What is literal
The truth
Tied up
Dropped to the bottom of the ocean blue
We have to decide and research
It’s now up to me and you
What in the world
Strength throw dumbbells curled
Javelin hurled
Bench press thrust
Is this a must
Such poor word selection
Power hard
Fast and furious
This leaves more to be curious
Than resolved
Our new mantra to be debated
While people in our country are confiscated
Why such ignorance and clamor
Why the subtle glamor
Celebrating the courageous politicians
Who are much more to be pitied
With blame
In a free world
Not all is perfect
In times of struggle
Waiting
Resolution
Hating
We are all not without our
Flaws
Broken bones
And wrapped up jaws
I realize my imperfections have weight
Putting on me a certain strain
But better to make progress than to stall
To stand tall
And push through
Imperfections
And all
There once was a boy named Joel
Who while running
Got stuck in a hole
He tried to leap
But got run over by a Jeep
And that is the poem
Of Joel
Lame accusations
All across the barren nation
Divided bittersweet segmentation
Flaky
Disturbing
The trust I feel eroding
While the claimed is exploding
Without knowing
The unending revolver of dislodged theories
A cent for hate
While the talking heads are irrate
It’s getting late in here
Sleep and take it away
The holder of all notes beloved
Loving food listed in parchment
Protected
From the outer world
Spill your drink
The paper does not curl
Break or beseech
Read the menu in plastic protection
Light subtle reflection
From the menu items pulled
Open your mouth and fill
Food full
Sick bananas
In a bunch
Better late
Or not for lunch
In a bag expedition expedited
Turning brown right in front of us
Pulled from the tree
Nutrition depleted
Sick bananas
Can not be eaten
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