Faith in 2020

Faith in 2020

Faith is hard
in the age of Covid
where is god?

Faith is hard
in the age of Trump
where is humanity?

In 2020
faith is just hard!

Written for the writing group

Three Short Poems

Blue 

Blue is the color of my jeans
my sweater, my sweatshirt.
I have blue sneakers too.

Blue is the color of the sky on a sunny day
Blue are the ocean waves that dance
Blue is the sadness of a heart.

Inspired by Robert Brewer's prompt for November 11 - Write a color poem

68 Days

68 days until inauguration 
each day a new kind of hell
each day more purges
each day more horrific judges
each day more insane tweets
each day more fake news
each day more corona virus cases
each day more corona virus deaths
each day the republicans are silent
each day more division
when will the terror end
each day a new kind of hell
68 days until inauguration.

Inspired by Robert Brewer's prompt for November 12 - Write a poem with a number in the title.

Luck

I am waiting for him to run out of luck
to be removed from the white house physically
as I fear will be the case.

I am waiting for a new beginning
for a new team to be in charge
to be able to have a future again.

I am waiting for him to run out of luck
for the followers to finally see the light
I impatiently wait for a new day.

Inspired by Robert Brewer's prompt for November 13 - Write a poem about luck.

Easy or Hard

Easy or Hard

I thought loving this country was easy

did not know that discerning truth could be so hard.

I thought it easy to believe tomorrow would bring good

but now it is hard to watch what happens each day.

I thought it was easy to find the good in most people

now there is half the population for which it is hard.

I am not pleased with myself for thinking this way

but it is really hard not to.

Why is writing uplifting poetry so hard?

Written for Robert Brewer's November 10 prompt - "Write an Easy or Difficult Poem."

Our Days

Our Days

Our days are all the same
I talked on the phone this morning
with an insurance representative
and she asked me if I had a good weekend
and I said no I did not

with Covid numbers rising
an election mess dragging on
I did not have a good weekend
every day has the same routine
and not much relief in sight

Our days are all the same.

Written for Robert Brewer's prompt for November 9 - "Our....."

I Am

I Am

I am an evangelical
pretending to be christian
i will support trump
and encourage civil war
I will fight for fascism
in the name of god
my god is power
my god is hate
my god is trump.

This is written for Robert Brewer's Poetry challenge for November 8 - a Persona Poem.

This Time

This Time

This time we can be joyful
we have reason to sing and dance
we have turned in the right direction
may democracy again advance.

The dictator has been dethroned
many people finally saw who he is
Biden and Harris are such inspiration
no more rule by one with psychosis.

 This is written for Robert Brewer's November 7 poetry prompt - This Time

It Was Time

It Was Time

She packed her bags as it was time
she had stood by him  crime after crime
then left the house and did not look back
with money and jewels in Gucchi sack
I guess we could say it was a marital coup
but really I don't care, do you?

 Inspired by Robert Lee Brewer's poem for November 6 - an In Media Res poem

In Ruin

In Ruin

It is sad to think of an entire year in ruin
the pandemic began in March here and it will be
well into March of 2021 before there is hope
and even then it will be scant hope unless
people social distance, don't gather, do mask.

It is sadder still that four years were ruined
our country lost its reputation in the world
the president an object of ridicule and shame
the rights of people have been chipped away
fake news and fake science rule the day.

It is sad to think about the ruin.

 Inspired by Robert Lee Brewer's prompt for November 5 - Ruin

Focusing Myself

 Focusing Myself

It is hard to focus these days
eyes glued to the television
and twitter following the news
afraid to watch and afraid not to
tension rising nerves on edge
watching won't make a difference
I ahould go on with everyday life
not wasting precious moments
but it is hard to focus these days.

In Response to Robert Brewer's Prompt for November 4 - Myself

Nightmare

Nightmare

I have lived  a nightmare for four years
I pray that it will be over soon
I don't know that praying will do any good
but if it doesn't what else can I do?
I can't see continuing to live like this
in this horrible trumpian world.
At some point I will want to sleep
but I fear what I will wake up to
I pray something will turn out good.

In Response to Robert Lee Brewer's Prompt for November 3 - Dream or Nightmare

Unexpected

 Unexpected

So many unexpected things have happened
that the unexpected is now the expected
and nothing is predictable any more
we don't know what we will wake up to
or what each new day will bring.

I never expected to live in fear like this
continuously freaked out by the unexpected
afraid that evil lurks on every horizon
I never dreamed life would come to this
that there would be so many unexpected things.

Inspired by Robert Lee Brewer's prompt for November 2 - Unexpected

Enter

 Enter

I enter a new month 
my stomach churns with fear
I try to find ways to
calm my shaken nerves.

I have food stored up
in case of rioting and unrest
I don't see a peaceful end
to this  election day.

I enter a new month
my stomach churns with fear
our Covid numbers keep rising
and still people party on.

More Covid cases than April
hospitalizations and deaths rise
the Republicans continue to fight
for unmasked freedom to kill.

I enter a new month
my stomach churns with fear
as I begin to wonder
how many dead by next year.

As I pray for a peaceful election
and triumph of the good man
that the trumpian presence will be removed
and democracy will be restored again.

Inspired by Robert Lee Brewer's prompt for November 1 - Enter