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Where Is (Political Poetry Friday)

Well, the good news is we haven’t blown ourselves to Kingdom Come. Bad news is the shutdown is still grinding on. But there may be a sliver of hope for more things to come with a devastating news report of possible obstruction of justice, which always seems to start off the Impeachment process (at least it did for Nixon and Clinton).

But like Carmen San Diego or Waldo, no one seems to know where Senator Mitch McConnell is so he can get to the floor of the Senate and hold a vote on reopening the government. But he’s not the only thing that has been lost but eventually found.

Where Is


First, where is Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell?

Or better put,

Where is his commitment to serving the American people?

Where is his conscience in terms of suffering?

Who does he stand with?


Where is the reasoning for the shutdown?

What part of working without pay is right?

Why do some of our elected leaders just don’t care?

Or seem to, anyway.


For if someone in power cared

They’d open the government

Get everyone paid and caught up

And make sure it never happened again

They would put people before politics


But then it’s seriously alleged the President lied

And had his attorney lie

And not just about an affair

Or a blow-job like a Democratic predecessor


So where is the outrage for this lie?

A lie that is a direct threat to national security?

A lie that is taking away from the shutdown?


Where is the outrage from the Right?

They don’t like being told they don’t care

But why aren’t they campaigning for a reopening of the government?

Because they’ve demonized government for decades?

Because if they campaign for actual working people

Forty years of demonization might have been for nothing?


Where is the Truth?

For there are no ‘alternative facts’

And the only ‘fake news’ is made up of lies

Or an attempt to back-track

To Deny

And Lie



For telling someone to lie to Congress

For under the law that is obstruction

It was the first article of Impeachment for Nixon

And for Clinton


But this is not just obstruction

Or collusion

This could be high treason against the United States

This could be allowing a foreign power to subvert

To destroy America

Through a political party

Through a movement

Through a gun lobby


So where is the truth?

It is out there

And it will be found because there are people who do give a damn

They give a damn about what really matters

They sift through the evidence

And justice will prevail


So where is our real leadership?

Working hard behind the scenes

And in front of the cameras

Looking to be the leaders we need

And certainly don’t deserve at times


Where is hope?

It’s right here

It didn’t leave the White House in January 2013

It arrived back in force after the 2018 Mid-Term Election

It’s also still working hard in the Special Prosecutor’s Office


It’s where this will all end up in

The hope for a better future

With lessons learned

And questions answered with just the truth

No Pants Required

No pants are required

If you can wear shorts

Or walk around your house pants-less


No pants are required

Unless you don’t your legs to get cold

Or for no one to see how fish-belly white they are


No pants are required

If you’re at a nudist colony

But then no clothes are required there


No pants are required

If you’re an Emperor

Who has no clothes on to begin with


And yes, leggings are pants, too

As are yoga pants that you don’t do yoga in


Personally, I like shorts over pants

For I can’t find regular pants or jeans that fit just right

I like leggings for their stretch

And the yoga pants I had

Got stretched out too much

Even though I never did yoga in them

And I like sweat pants

Though not to sweat in


But pants are required

If you don’t want to get arrested for public nudity

Or if you choose not to wear shorts or skirts instead

Or if you have to take your dog outside

And don’t want to give any innocent bystander

A view they can never un-see

My Prayer of Thanks

From time to time, I’ve had people ask if there is anything they can pray for me. I tell them thanks for the offer of prayer but I decline because I’m grateful for being given the day I have to live my life. Because no matter how tired, angry, sad, or hurt I get during the day, I also give thanks for having the day to live in. So if I were to say a prayer for myself, it would be a prayer of thanks, and go like this:


For every single day I live

I give thanks

I give thanks to God, the Goddess, and the Universe

For being all around me

And within me


I give thanks that I awoke today alive

I give thanks for the breathe in my body

For the energy I had to get out of bed

For the needs of my pets to feed and care for them


I give thanks to seeing the sun and the sky

For breathing clean air

For having clean water to drink

For having food to eat

I pray for those that don’t have these things

And I pray to God to guide those who can alleviate this suffering on Earth


I pray for people to find hope in the darkest of parts of their souls

And in the world around them

And I pray that those who bring the darkness

Are brought into the light of justice


I know I can pray at any time

So I pray for hope most of all

Not just for myself

But for everyone in the world


But for myself I simply give thanks in prayer

The Ballad of Darcy and Ronan

The Ballad of Darcy and Ronan


Darcy is my dog and Ronan is my cat

Darcy is a rescue so I don’t know exactly what breed she is

She looks like a mix of border collie and retriever

But she’s a total diva

Tell her she’s beautiful and she’ll love you forever


Ronan is a black-and-white medium-hair cat

As he is a rescue like Darcy I don’t know what breed he is

He’s also pretty fat now

But he is cute and he will only sit on half of your lap


Ronan came to me on a cold winters’ day

Tired of hanging out with the feral cats

He ran into my apartment and curled up on my sofa

I couldn’t be mean and toss him out

So I let him stay

Checked around to see if anyone claimed him

But no collar or microchip he became mine

I gave him a cool name

But he’s more of a klutz

As just this morning he ran headlong into the garbage can

(by the way, he’s fine)


Darcy came to me through my friend

Who called me up one day to ask

“You know how you’re thinking about getting a dog?”

I told her I was still thinking about it

Then she told me of the two dogs she’d found on the side of the road

I told her to bring them by so we could put our heads together over them

When she pulled up with them

I told her she could have warned me

They were beyond cute

I took Darcy and we found a home for the other dog


Now I had never had a dog so I really didn’t know what to do

I should have stuck with training classes but alas I didn’t

Darcy grew fearful and anxious

Which in turn made her bark at everything

But I found an angel of a trainer

And for almost two years’ worth of Saturdays

She trained both Darcy and me


Darcy still doesn’t like other dogs very much

As she thinks if they bark at her

They need to be barked back down into silence

She likes most people as long as they don’t crowd her

Or ignore me

And be sure to tell her she’s beautiful


Both Darcy and Ronan cuddle with me every day

Both of them have to have belly rubs every day

They sleep with me on the bed

And I wouldn’t have it any other way

Darcy is always happy to see me come home

While Ronan will always meow his welcome

(though in reality he’s just telling me his dish is empty)


I don’t think I was in need of rescue

But I’m glad I rescued both of them

And I will always have rescues

When the time comes again for rescue

I’m sure the Universe will have me rescue a dog and cat

Without having to go to a shelter

For although I always plan to go to a shelter to rescue

The Universe always saves me this step


But I hope that day is long into the future

For Darcy and Ronan are entering middle-age for pets

Like I am for humans

I hope to take them on the road someday with me

But for now, we’ll just take things one day at a time