Another shooting? How about some…

 

 

 

Thoughts & Prayers

This is for the gun gods
the My AR-15 weighs a ton gods
the doesn’t matter what you did you’ll still get done gods
the church mass massacre calling home the nun gods
the draw in the raffle see what weapon you’ve won gods
the pop the kid with the plastic pistol playground fun gods
the if you’re white it’s alright, if you’re black better reach for the sun gods
the stop!-I’ll-shoot-you-in-the-back-if-you-run gods
the guns got safeties and you got none gods
the present is dystopian w/o the future’s set your phasers on stun gods

we have not yet spilled enough blood
& there is more to spill
we have not yet spilled enough blood
& there is more to spill

we beseech you, grant us
        gats for teachers & straps for preachers
        toolies for tots & toasters for teens
        glocks for girls & biscuits for boys
we need burners & heaters
               heat & street sweepers
        a piece for peace of mind
        a problem solver for algebra time

grant us the weapons we need for
        elementaries & junior highs
        movie theatres & senior highs
for night clubs & churches
for shopping malls & other houses of worships
for concerts & pool parties & county fairs & baseball practice fields

we have not yet spilled enough blood
& there is more to spill
we have not yet spilled enough blood
& there is more to spill

our arms dealer who art in heaven
hollow points be your game
your amendment come, your will be done
in schools as it is in cinemas
give us this day our daily clips
and forgive us our friendly fire
as we forgive those who fire against us
and lead us not into gun regulation
and deliver us from safety
for thine is the gun show
and the power and the gory
forever and ever
bang bang

 

 

It’s a new era at Waxy & Poetic!

Today officially begins the Waxy & Poetic transformation into a small press and publisher. In future, we’ll have features like a “Poem of the Week”; more regular commentaries and reviews of new books, movies, and television shows, as well as the occasional theatre review; and an exciting new endeavor: poem videos. We’ll keep you apprised of all the developments, including calls for submissions, target dates for publication, and a whole host of other literary delights.

 

And since new comics are released every Wednesday, please enjoy the world premier of “Marvelous Dynamite Image, Vol 3, #12”

 

#100Days100Poems #TBT Happy 4th!

In honor of today’s July 4th Celebrations, I thought we’d do a little throw back Tuesday to a poem that first appeared during #100Days100Poems. We must continue to #Resist

 

Where Are You, America?

there you are, you
        scientists & park rangers & women & men & immigrants & 
        green card holders & teachers & stay-at-home dads & 
        stay-at-home moms & christians & muslims & atheists & 
        agnostics & taxi drivers & people 
`                with open hearts and open minds and open eyes


there you are

 
wandering
        on the National Mall at the feet of Lincoln
            ferrying the Hudson, led by Lady LIberty’s light
                navigating under the Golden Gate
                    gliding into the Port of Galveston

 


marching
       in Lafayette Park & Battery Park
       in Copley Square & Herman Square

 
       on Market Street & Lavaca Street
       on Fifth Ave & Congress Ave

 

landing and waiting and protesting
        @ JFK & SFO & DFW
        @ LAX & PDX & PHX
        @ PHL & STL & SAN & SEA
        @ IAH & DEN & RDU & ORD

 


speaking out
        from Lexington to Little Rock to Philadelphia
        from Sacramento to Albany
        from Cape Cod to Corpus Christi
        from Memphis to Milwaukee to Kalamazoo


speaking truth to propaganda
        in the Badlands
        in Yosemite & Yellowstone
echoing through the Rocky mountains and the Great Smoky Mountains

 

fist pumping at city halls and veterans halls
        in Houston & Honolulu
        in Burlington & Buffalo & Baton Rouge


America you are everywhere
        and soon you will be back
                in the White House
                                to put right
                                        the alt-right wrong
                                        the poisonous pencer
                                        the burnt orange trump card
                                        the fascist catastrophe


the World will be rooting for you
the World will be waiting for you
                                the true America
                                        the just America
                                                the free America

 

© David Siller – 2017

 

#100Days100Poems Day 84

“I’ve noticed an infestation here. Everywhere I look, in fact. Nothing but undeveloped, unevolved, barely conscious pond scum.” — from ‘Men in Black’

 

Bullies in the White House;
bullies on the tarmac;
bullies behind news desks
& podiums in press briefing rooms;
bullies in country clubs
& boring board rooms;
bullies roaming legislative hallways & capital cupolas,
wandering golf courses & congesting Fifth Ave,
twittering the internets & bungling their missteps.
Bullies bullies everywhere

Anyone know a good exterminator?

 

 

© David Siller – 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!

Please address any formatting preferences in your email. I will post submissions time permitting, with at least one per day. Editing will be limited to obvious errors of spelling and the like.

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#100Days100Poems Day 69


“The World is a Ball of Confusion.”

That’s what I remember Chuck D saying
in a song somewhere (the title’s wafting at the tip of my nose)
but he wasn’t talking about
the fancy dance where you wear the fancy pants
or the finest dresses and do the finest dances

no foxtrots, no tangos
no quicksteps, no paso doble
no cha chas, no rumbas
no waltzes (Viennese or otherwise)
… 1,2,3 … 1,2,3 … 1,2,3

but this ball (which really isn’t round
according to the smart science-y types)
this rock, this stone
this oblate spheroid
is nowadays filled with

Fox, trotting out its fierce delusions
and trumpeters tangoing with Russian infusions
indeed
it seems quicksteps are more like goosesteps
and paso dobles are now just double stepping
their way to a police state
cha chas changing with each new alternative fact
and rumbas make room for the rumblings and
rantings of a so-called mental patient president

alt-right radicals waltzing in and out of classified briefings
and diplomatic blunders headed to Vienna and beyond

here we are in all our confusions
counting like Sesame Street
as if it might not be there tomorrow

3 2 1
. . . counting down the days to impeachment

3 2 1
. . . counting down the days until a new election

3 2 1
. . . counting down the dominoes as they fall

1 2 3
. . . counting up the indictments as they fall

3 2 1
counting down to the counter-attack

3 2 1
. . . counting down to the drop of the ball
. . . . to a new year
. . . . . to a new era
. . . . . . to the end of the orange error

 

© David Siller – 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!

Please address any formatting preferences in your email. I will post submissions time permitting, with at least one per day. Editing will be limited to obvious errors of spelling and the like.

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#100Days100Poems Day 60

Hot off the presses from a headline in The New York Times this morning, here’s the first-est of first drafts. My apologies in advance if it gets out of hand.

“Trump Adopting Hands-Off Style Towards Military”
front page headline from NYTimes 20 March 2017

 

One the one (teeny) hand
that’s a good thing, and to be encouraged
and he should probably be (miniscule) hands-off with the arts
and science and insurance and diplomacy (already with the
no-hand-shaking) and secret military raids
and just governing in general
but such an approach presents new problems:
more (pocket-sized) hands to be caught in the cookie jar
more (teeny-tiny) hands to go rummaging in the till
idle (dwarfish) hands being the Devil’s playground
[or workshop or tools or playthings–pick your proverb]
thus getting one’s (diminutive) hands dirty

yes, (toy-like) hands-off tactics could be a good thing
but that might mean more shenanigans of the sleight-of-(shrimpy) hand variety
or just reveal that even with both (bantam) hands free,
the so-called top (puny) hand (in name only) can’t find his butt
but those wandering (teensy-weensy) hands might just end up
grabbing you by the you-know-what

and we could certainly bite those (itty-bitty) hands
who’ve already planned not to feed people
instead (Lilliputian) handing tax cuts on a plate at the Graft & Corruption buffet
to people who already have luxury in the palms of their own (little) hands

yes we certainly need these (deficient) hands off
nuclear footballs & diplomatic protocols &
constant Mar-a-Lago vacation golf balls

we need these (dinky) hands in (dinky) handcuffs
because things are already out of (insufficient) hand

On the other (tiny) hand
with four years of this
we can throw our hands up

OR

we can take matters into our own hands
with gloves off
and
raise a hand against

The Dead Man’s (meager) Hand

© David Siller – 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!

Please address any formatting preferences in your email. I will post submissions time permitting, with at least one per day. Editing will be limited to obvious errors of spelling and the like.

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#100Days100Poems Day 50

Well, here we are at the halfway point! Here’s something a little light-hearted to brighten your day.

Keep your heads up!

 

Dating Post-11/8, or Really Post-1/20

 

About me:

— I’ve traveled on pages & planes, instead of cars, prefer buses and trains, don’t mind beaches, but breathe in the mountains
— City mouse (or rat, if you find those turtles i trained)
— Haunt museum galleries like Gaugin’s girlfriend’s ghost
— Speak a French so fluent you’ll be flummoxed, an Italian so rusty you might want a tetanus shot
— Beast in the kitchen, but not like the destructive type, just cook like a self-taught monster (no cuisine is too intimidating, no high-skill-needin’ recipe is gonna scare me!)
— Read so voraciously trees live in fear
— Geek out so much you’ll want to stay in
— Such a talent for being goofy Disney filed a lawsuit
— So patient I could never be a doctor; so laid back, in college they’d called me The Recliner
— Wanna try something new? Let’s try it twice because the first time we’ll just be figuring it out.
— I use my lightsaber umbrella to protect my Captain America sweatshirt & Harry Potter house pants from getting wet; when it snows, my Arsenal scarf keeps my neck warm and my Avengers beanie beats back frostbite on my earlobes, which I use in all conditions because I’m a good listener.
— With fanboy boxers like mine, our sex life could only be lots of fun

I’m looking for:

the Lily to my Marshall, Mara to my Luke, the Beckett to my Castle. Let’s be goofy, travel, drink lots of wine & talk until pinks & oranges fill the sky from the east. Let’s have arguments that we both win & lose, & have fun making up. Let’s compromise! Let’s share little moments & stumble upon milestones! Let’s do new stuff, & share old faves. Let’s go to midnight premieres & comic cons & wine tastings & Shakesbeer pub crawls & free shows in the park & MoMA (lots of MoMa) & The Met & Paris & London & Dakar & Tokyo & Sydney & Casablanca…

Rest assured I did not vote for the cheeto-in-chief, the so-called un-president, the off-key Trumpet.

You should message me if:

You want to #Resist together.

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© David Siller – 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!

Please address any formatting preferences in your email. I will post submissions time permitting, with at least one per day. Editing will be limited to obvious errors of spelling and the like.

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#100Days100Poems Day 48 Sort of a #PhotoHaiku

By which we really mean: this is a #PhotoPoem, not a #PhotoHaiku. More like #PhotoFreeVerse ! It’s got more pics! Relevant text! Clever sub-textual commentary! Whisky! And a wink and a nod to the Star Wars Universe!

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© David Siller – 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!

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#100Days100Poems Day 47

Today’s submission, from Jessica Lantos, shows us just how deeply the effects of the Trumpet (mis)administration’s attitudes towards immigration permeate every level of society. They are never abstract, and it’s always about people.

 

 Long Division

The table in this always crowded school basement
needed a matchbook
to prop up the leg.
The folding chairs were cold and metal
and we heaped our coats and bags on a chair
while we sat in our regular seats
together at the corner
as if on a date
so we could hear each other
in the room that was filled with 
more tables that wobbled
and people
speaking languages I didn’t know.
 
She brought her workbook out of her bag
along with a pencil, the kind given out 
to elementary students for good behavior
or as favors at birthday parties
all silver and pink.

Long Division.

I thought we were going to work on English,
I told her and she said yes, we could, but she 
didn’t know how to do her homework and just wrote in
the answers her teacher wrote on the board
but didn’t know how 
to divide.

She was quiet and grateful,
not realizing my comprehension of math
was maybe a lesson ahead of hers.
She showed me the way she worked through the problem,
drawing boxes and filling in with numbers and 
I watched her,
her head tilted,
her quiet counting,
her dark fingers holding her pencil,
writing her twos with fancy curls.

I thought of her new home here
in cold and snow,
her in her long flowing colorful skirt
and her black headscarf
and the smile I could see up close
where she would share it.

She’d told me she’d come here 
a year ago to visit her brother 
and had been chased down the street
by a man yelling at her.
Go home!
He had a gun.
She hid.
She had no phone.
She didn’t remember where her brother lived.
She spoke no English.

I held her eyes.
I grasped her arm.
I apologized.

We are all people, she said.

How to protect this strong solemn smart woman
who has learned my language 
and become a citizen of the country I call home
all within a year
and now spends time with me
learning math
and the superlative
in this school basement,
sharing stories of her father
she left behind
in Djibouti
who has lost his memory
and doesn’t know who she is when she calls him every day?

Here 
with her
I am not a week ahead of understanding.

© Jessica Lantos – 2017

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Her blog is located at notjustforspecialoccasions.blogspot.com.

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!

Please address any formatting preferences in your email. I will post submissions time permitting, with at least one per day. Editing will be limited to obvious errors of spelling and the like.

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#100Days100Poems Day 44

So what could all this fake news be about anyway?

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© María José Zubieta – 2017

You can find María on Twitter: @majozub

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!

Please address any formatting preferences in your email. I will post submissions time permitting, with at least one per day. Editing will be limited to obvious errors of spelling and the like.

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