Lie , the Beloved Country

By Robert Carlson

( A Requiem for January 6 )

When did we start loving the lie ,

when did we embrace the Liars ?

When did we begin doubting facts ,

when did we prefer Deniers ?

Why does the truth hurt so much ,

why do some revile the Vetters ,

Why is defeat so hard to take ,

why does denial feel better ?

Where is the fair play we were taught ,

where are the Teachers we need now ?

Where is our courage to sail on ,

where are the Captains at the bow ?

What do we expect from our lives ,

what are the rules we agree on ?

What are the values we hold dear ,

what price do we pay for the pawn ?

Who are the Demons screaming loud ,

who let these Imposters spew fear ?

Who the Enemy at our gates ,

who is the Stranger in our mirror ?

How did our Country become blind ,

how have false narratives been grown ?

How do we cure these addictions ,

how do we heal what has been sewn ?

So lie no more , beloved Country ,

divide no more in anger or angst,

For we will be known , and we will be judged ,

by what is True , and what is Just .

BC, 1- 2021

What’s a person to do?

We need to bring the country together.

It takes more than financial aid;

It’s harder than getting your “jab”

and that ain’t easy.

It’s bigger than Biden.

Where is the healing power?

Surely not in canceling

those who see differently.

Cynicism, left and right,

Carries the day.

If we let it.

Is there an embrace,

A conversation that moves us closer

even if we’re not yet together, 

and may never be?

January 19, 2021

Modern Times

Covid rages.

How many will die

while vaccine vials

start real life trials.

Who’s first in line?

The old man down the hall

Or the bus driver

So dark and tall?


Look over there.

Members of Congress 

Getting their jabs

While we just stand and stare.

Biden makes promises he’ll never keep.

Trump rages as we speak.

His circle infected with covid.

Trapped by their need to be close to power.

At the mercy of King Canute

More paranoid with each hour.

Is it gotterdammerung

Or just modern times?

December 26, 2020

Let’s Fly

A seagull soars above the beach.

There is a way to gauge how high

But not a way to find out why.

Science gives us tools to measure.

But when it’s time to sink or rise,

We take our lead from the gull that flies.

The Death of Philosophy

(pleased to post this poem by my pal, the philosophical, and whimsical, David Belmont)

when descartes
was 60 years old
he went to stockholm
at the request
of queen kristina 

the curious monarch
had room
for philosophy
only at 4 am

in her unheated library
in the dead of winter

so rene 
eschewed his habit
of mornings in bed
and strode thru the snow
in his pointy shoes
curly wig and
embroidered gloves

after several weeks
he became too cold 
to think
and therefore ceased
to exist

The Cost of Winning

Find an angle.

Read the rules.

Stretch them, bend them…

If you’re clever enough

and have some luck

You can win.

And in winning you lose

The fun of playing;

The grace, the embrace

of time together.

November 21, 2020