#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 33

Today’s poem is presented without commentary.

The Cacophony Subsides

While the Capitol Rotunda echoes
the new beeps of metal detectors
& the gavel cracks of failure to convict
  he quietly goes about the work of governing;

while pundits screech their latest fabricated insinuations
& newsreaders shout their weightiest insinuated fabrications,
his pen opens all volunteers to volunteer to serve openly
  he quietly goes about the work of governing;

Returning to accords & allies & agendas,
reprising briefings & readouts & pressers,
he has traded chaos & commotion & clamor
  in order to quietly go about the work of governing;

Consulting in private with parents in need,
away from the cameras and spotlight,
away from the hubbub and townhall activity,
  he quietly goes about the work of governing;

And over the cancerous rants of alt-right radio
no more silent with one less cad about
over the durm and strang of hypocritical opposition 
  he quietly goes about the work of governing;

And when the Lone Star State,
frozen in its unregulated splendor,
makes its call for socialistic savior,
  he quietly goes about the work of governing;

And when the windbags wag the dog,
scandalizing about the presidential nature of domesticated canines,
rescued or not, 
and stay mum about purebred snowflakes, abandoned in heatless
& waterless abodes, while owners seek warmer, southern climes,
  he quietly goes about the work of governing;

And when the windmills wind still
and when the pipelines pipe nothing
and the water that trickles can’t be boiled
  he quietly goes about the work of governing

And amidst national theme songs
and anthemic chants,
behind the announcements for departure
and the ouches announcing vaccine jabs,
without the headlines trumpeting his name
and the groans and moans and signs
 of exasperation and fatigue and
 bewildered wonder

   he quietly goes about the work of governing.

©David Siller – 2021

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 32

It’s nice to have someone in a position of leadership who is taking the climate crisis seriously.

Fearing The Day This Will Be Ubiquitous

©David Siller – 2021

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 31

It’s nice to see the current administration taking the COVID-19 crisis seriously. Imagine where we would be if it had happened sooner. In the meantime, in anticipation of what will surely be a new normal…

Unlearning the Lessons We’ve Learned

When the masks come off, stretch your lips up and out
remember that the seats on the R and the F are not sofa-soft and not for spreading or lounging

at your first happy hour, lock eyes at the clink of glasses, hoist your arm high
    your HUZZAH! must be higher
hugs, handshakes should be firm and warm
    allow them to linger as long as needed

buy a normal amount of toilet paper

take a slice to go
    take two, take a whole pie

browse for books--the TBR most certainly needs reinforcements after such an   assault
buy tickets to the show your friend adored, see the midnight screening of the  premier
    long delayed

race the Grand Staircase, pant and wheeze as if you’re as out of shape as the peasants in
    the pastoral you passed, as you linger to catch your breath before the first canvas that
    caught your eye, speaking to you in an ancient tongue

and, if, hope beyond hope, you have match-made, or swiped correctly,
    when your hands meet halfway across the table, avoiding wine glasses & tapas plates,
    relish the first fingertip-to-fingertip freeze
    in your new moment

©David Siller – 2021

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 30

Do you find your Twitter experience changed since Jan 20, 2021?

When the President’s Twitter is More
Robin’s Song and Less
Screech Owl or Mockingbird

Once,
there were battalions of superlatives 
& platoons of exclamation points,
lined up in their wars with words
on reality,
the Attack of the Alternative Facts
the Battle of the Bulging Lie
but these days
the animosity and hypocrisy
have melted away
like Witch’s Words
to the poetry of 
I see enormous pain
in this country.
A lot of folks are out of work.
A lot of folks are going hungry
staring at the ceiling at night,
wondering

No child should grow up in poverty

The risk isn’t that we do too much --
it’s that we don’t do enough.

We have to go big
for your family
for your neighbors
for your country.
Wear a mask.
No, really,
Mask up, America.

And yes, with the tasks ahead
My whole soul is in 
the work ahead of us.
If we do it together 
as one nation
we will not fail*.

*In the spirit of a cento, all italics in this poem are lines lifted from the official POTUS Twitter account.

©David Siller – 2021

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 29

What kind of impact did 2020 have you? What obstacles did the pandemic or unemployment or [insert any 2020 craziness here] put in your path? Spoken word artist Lloyd Garrison returns with a twist on how adversity might affect you, and how you might deal with it.

Chip In My Shoulder

I’ve had a pain in my shoulder for as long as I can remember…
and until now
I haven’t been able 
to figure out why

Several trips to the doctor revealed a slight sprain
and no other issues.
But it takes more than a medical degree 
and a white lab coat to diagnose 
something not even the world can predict. 
Ever since, I’ve self-diagnosed with
a chip in my shoulder 
and never prescribed any medicine.
I’ve used that pain,
which won’t show up on any X-Rays, 
for personal gain.
That pain has given me
strength, courage, and wisdom 
to make it through 
hurt, despair, and pain.  

The chip in my shoulder kept me going 
even when I wanted to give up: 
It motivated me 
to achieve what they said was
impossible, 
to dream what they said was 
foolish, 
to travel to places in my mind where 
only the strong survive. 

And what the hell is wrong with dreaming?  
Nothing. 
Yet some would rather smother your dreams with 
doubt than ignite them with
hope. 

This chip tells me,
whether I am waiting 
in line for food stamps 
or the new J’s at Champs, 
that
I have purpose;
whether I am a passenger in an Uber or 
driving a beat up Chevy, 
that
I have worth; 
whether I have one kid that gets straight As,
or three that keep me up at night with migraines, 
that
I have value. 
The chip in my shoulder
confirms the greatness in front of me
not behind. 
It shows me that no matter the difficulty du jour,
struggles don’t last.
It reminds me that all I need is a chance--
I can handle the rest.  

Listen to the chip 
not the outside world. 
Pursue everything and
take the chip in your shoulder with you. 

That degree you always wanted? 
Go get it no matter 
how long it takes; you 
won’t be the first or last to graduate 
from the Univ. of Adversity. 

That business you’ve wanted to start? 
Start it.
Timing isn’t the only thing,
it’s everything when you’ve waited so long for
everything to be perfect. 
That person you always wanted to give you closure?
Go get it.
Closing doors only leaves room for knocks.
 
When operating with a chip in your shoulder, 
overcoming obstacles 
comes with the territory. 
So,walk with your head held high…
embrace the chip, 
sleep with the chip, 
live with the chip, 

use the chip in your shoulder 
to motivate you 
to turn your hopes, dreams, and wishes into 
REALITY.

©Lloyd Garrison – 2021

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Mr. Lloyd L. Garrison is the CEO of Hidden G.E.M.S. by LG. Lloyd received his Bachelor of Arts (2001) and Master of Arts (2005) degrees in English from Miami University in Oxford, Oh. LLoyd’s goal is to spread messages of hope, love, peace, and truth through the power of the spoken word.  

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 28

A list poem, presented without commentary.

The Collective States of America

an aurora of gaslighting
a klan of cops
an array of blue states
a caravan of kids in cages
a route of step forward, two leaps back
a flink of fevers, fires, & fright-mongering
a cloud of undetermined direction
a grist of history
a bed of same-sect theocrats
a peep of hope
a murder of senators
a parliament of funky relics and rituals
a lounge of spineless pachyderms
a fever of racists
a waddle of ranch-addicted snackers
a sneak of rule- and norm-breaking
a sneak of dishonor
a parcel of postal delays
a bank of capitalists
a durante of taco Tuesdays
a flutter of better angels
a bazaar of guns
a muddle of historical revision
a loveliness of protests
a prickle of power-mad octogenarians
a consortium of big and bigger businesses
a barrel of youthful exuberance
a smack of five-fingered, opened-palm reality
a gaggle of journalists
a puddle of fear of the enfranchised and informed
a cackle of pundits, screeching and screaming
a shiver of voting booths
a romp of national parks and the Capitol
a skulk of red states
a cling of white racist power structures
a leap of progressive values
a pitying of those cleaving to the what-was
 and what-never-was
 or things that can never be

©David Siller – 2021

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 27

Dr. Faizan Syed offers another poignant reminder of the police problem we have.

Self-Arrest

 They say the world is burning. When
 they see us, don't run. Fly. They want us
 to turn a blind eye followed by our other 
 cheek. They tell us we don't deserve to be 
 saved. As if that explains everything.
 They spill the words easily, like blood:
 Raise your hands where we can see them.
 Where, allegedly, did the bloodstains fade?
 For every gunshot there's another excuse.
 For every crime, a suspect. For every sin
 another sin must be committed, or else
 how can we call it justice? Fair is fair. Lay
 your body on the ground face-down, kid.
 Who are you tonight? You're faceless
 under the knee of self-proclaimed angels
 whose mother tongue is violence. Your
 bruises just as blue as midnight, just as black.
  
 They say you have the right to remain silent. 
 Who exactly, then, holds the wrong?
 Nations glance askance, crowds divided
 like so many Red Seas. Yet no one passes
 through the line of fire. Because after
 all, anything you say can & will be used 
 against you in court. So when 
 your dream wakes up in Riker's 
 Island, you can thank yourself. 
 They said the prisons are hemorrhaging money
 & the spilled oil rises where tornadoes dance
 as droughts embrace our need. They said
 world hunger is sated by blood. Shoot those guns
 out of the terrorists' hands and hallelujah, we're 
 saved. But don't be a hero
 unless you're invincible, 
 or ready to give up all
 those years you couldn’t 
 see yourself inside
 anyways. File a plea
 of "lost." So many feathers
 lay scattered across the floor.
 You've been collecting them
 one by one. You're Icarus.
 You're Hawkgirl. You're
 as blind as Daredevil, your
 faith just as strong. Pray
 for the rest of us now.
 For when we prove 
 them all 
 dead wrong. 

©Faizan Syed – 2021

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Faizan Syed, MD is a writer, musician, and psychiatrist based in Queens, NY and is a member of the Queens Poetic Alchemy Collective. He was awarded the Folger Adams Jr. Prize for 1st place in Poetry and the Graduating Poet’s Award from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. He has been featured on Humans of New York. Faizan’s work has appeared in Montage Literary Arts Journal, Newtown Literary, Cosmonauts Ave, & Empty Mirror. Poems he’s written in collaboration with Matthew DeMarco have been published in Jet Fuel Review, Dogbird Journal, and “They Said,” an anthology of collaborative writing from Black Lawrence Press. One can find him on Instagram @docfaizan or on SoundCloud at https://soundcloud.com/docfaizan.

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 26

In honor of this calendar day marking an emotion we should celebrate every day, Happy Romantic Love Day. Here’s hoping it can be found and experienced after such prolonged COVID isolation.

This Is Likely One of those Occam’s Razor Occasions

When you ask me
 wouldn’t it be better to
 be in love
 than write about
 being in love?

as in
 have her palm cup my bare knee,
 just for balance during a park bench kiss

or
write about the way
a fingertip slips in
sweat drips as they
curl Qs at the small of her back

as in
 hearing her tender everythings
 murmured millimeters from auricle & tragus
 curving into the cochlea, drum beating,
 her breath as loud as hot summer breezes

or
scribbling the onomatopoeics,
stenographic nightmare, that transcription of
intimate insistent intransigences
a wheeze a gasp a whistle
a vibrato oh, staccato ah, fortissimo

as in
a might-as-well-be cyrano precision
capturing and remembering 
the orange blossom & honey in her hair
the tea tree oil tingling nostrils
enticing erotic essences

or
nose notes in a wine journal
that never logged a single swirled scent
but instead her creams of 
lavender & lemongrass,
hints of mint, a whiff of wet flesh, fresh
rain

as in
the palate discerning butterscotch
or the coconut toasted on inner thigh
the buttery nuttiness of the nape of the neck
the plump lychee sweetness of parted lips

or
the tasting notes in that
same journal, as if descriptions of
Burgundian whites:
stone fruit confusions--peach jam,
apricot nectar, golden plum juices dripping
down chin & forearm
teeth and tongue a-tingle.

as in
subway car crowd glimpse
eye cast across a theatre
street crossing scan
seeing her two seats down at the sushi bar
alabaster skin & abalone melting in my peripheral
omakase for the eyes

or
the description read
eyes brown and wide as cinnamon
hair as black as philosopher-king’s ink, spilled down the naked back
of her backless dress, skin as smooth as
hope

i ask you
how can any of it be real?

©David Siller – 2021

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 25

Are we really only one quarter of the way through? Let’s keep it going!

The Evolution of the Chant

Started so simple
yes we can
translating hope and 
change into action, 
sí se puede, 
translating American dreams
into DACA dreams
(or is it 
the other way 
around?) dreams 
a long night’s
journey into broad 
daylight with work
to be done, 
no choice but 
to be fired 
up, ready to 
go and the 
go go go
got up and 
went and soo
those shouts were
drowned out by
drain the swamp 
and lock her
up until Foggy 
Bottom got turned 
turvy topsy with 
the monkey running
the circus, monkey
whose spinning and
spinning failed to
build the wall
and lock her
up and meanwhile
in non-white ‘Murikkka
the bubbling brew
was reaching boiling
point, long heating
and percolating and
churning, steam murder
on the lungs
that still somehow
shout I can’t
breathe! and everywhere
in exasperation and
fear hands up!
and in exasperation
and fear don’t
shoot! and still
I can’t breathe
and between wheeze
and knees and
choked hopes, there
is a rumble
and roar of
Black Lives Matter
and when they
ask, they say
his name and
when they forget
they say her
name and black
lives matter gets
louder as they
counter all or
worse white which
worsens into four
more years and
we respond no
justice, no peace
and four more
years and no
racist police and
Black Lives Matter
so we Vote!
because yes we
can and they
try to stop
that with a
stop the steal
and there is 
no stoppin’
no stoppin’
no stoppin’
no stoppin’
because there is
no stealin’ no
rhymin’ and they
get to stealing,
looking to bring
out pence so
they can hang
mike pence after
they take the
building trying to 
fight for trump
and the chants 
seem to be
drowned out by
window smashing and
certification crashing and
above the din
and after the 
din we add
lock him up
and our inner
voice reminds us
I AM SOMEBODY
our outer voice
rouses We Can
Do More. We
Will Do More
and with our 
outer voice and
inner voice combined
it is the
boost we need
yes we can
sí se puede.

©David Siller – 2021

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#100Days100Poems of What’s Next!? Day 24

An erasure poem, presented without commentary.

©David Siller – 2021

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