Sunday, November 3, 2024

Truth on a Bobsled


Gnawing at the news online
having been misled
by a most trusted source 
who promised in email
not a binding agreement
nevertheless
by a date 
late this week or early next
we would have it done

was he too misinformed by his most trusted source?
believing in 
what he hoped to believe
as we did

now I pay scant attention to the news for I see
truth careening downhill on a bobsled falling apart
from false enthusiasm with no corroboration
to splatter as just an alternative fact but a true one
forensics will say combing through the debris
where truth fell afoul of infamy
the bobsled proving imaginary
the truth lying dead



Dick Russell © Richard M. Russell
                         2024

Saturday, November 2, 2024

 Nairn



Age puts distance between present and past
stretching lengths longer than any string 
connecting time present in electricity
to time past in books made of paper pulped from trees
to photographs and film to ruins that outlast
time present time future wherever we can ping

For only at sea far from land in a sailboat
or on land far from a road can I imagine 
sempiternal time’s wild attractions
alone with whatever weather sky apportions
alive that moment wearing not wasting time’s coat
unbuttoning time’s blouse I imagine

Entangled with my muse timeless and eternal
Age puts distance between present and past


Dick Russell © Richard M Russell
                        2024

Saturday, October 26, 2024

For Bob Dylan


I know I could have done better
I was never really taught
perhaps my father might have coached me
but he died

would life have been better
not being so distraught
not letting emotions overtake me
till I cried

when I was the begetter of
poetry that I wrought
not what my mother wanted 
not what lied

I could have done it better
I was always very taut
in time my lover might have taught me
but she hied

without a father just a brother
battles were sometimes fought
intelligence outwits another
so I tried

to fight with pieces on a chessboard
blindfold without much thought
in a crowded cafeteria
where I vied

with a Scot called David Morton
who would still be a friend
we both aspired to better things
we both shied

away from mediocrity
away from the status quo
wanting what we did not know
in hide-bound Britain
when times they were a-changing
when we heard a poet a-singing his song 
with a raspy voice that grew raspier
I’m still heeding his words 
still hearing his song
I see him sitting close to the brazier
by red coals in the night
by a hole in the road
guarding what looks like a crater
his hat brim turned down
rain drips on his shoulders
runs down his arms
all while his harmonica plays

we could have done better
his song seems to say
but survival is living from day to day
come sit by the brazier
it’s all we have left
all around us is chaos
the gods have all left

come sit by the fire 
continue his song
it’s too late to be thinking who’s right
who’s done wrong
take hold of the future
and wrench from the past
all that is good and worth saving

furniture well made in its day gets passed down
a weaver’s chair sits low to the loom
our sideboard came by covered wagon
who in the past could foretell this gloom
with the sky overcast full of smoke from the fires
rain drips on his shoulders and runs down his arms
into puddles clogged by all the debris
from the building that once was a library

so I freely admit I could have done more
but learning is lifelong so there’s time to do more
as our future unfolds and we learn what’s in store

we’ll take hold of the future
we’ve no time for the past
now we must build something that’ll last.


Dick Russell © Richard M Russell
                        2024

Tuesday, October 15, 2024

Mondays Come and Go



Mondays come and go 
now there are only three to go
then two more before he's sentenced 
when he'll disdain the prison yard
with no great show of repentance
 
So, Mondays come and go and only three to go
what will be his next distraction?

He’s swaying to his favorite songs
lost in self-delusion
king of Elon’s X-rated world
misinformed confusion
 
Soon only one to go as Mondays always must
before his deeds come home to roost
when he'll strut around the prison yard
damning the judge with every trudge
with a court of special agents
assuring him a good reaction
what will be his next distraction?


Dick Russell © Richard M Russell
                        2024
 

Sunday, October 6, 2024

 When in Rome


 
 
When the three men who would rule took the stage
all three: felon financier and freak
of fortune, a rich man poor of principals
in thrall to power, we saw being conjured
before our eyes by slyly woven tissues of brazen lies
a new kind of ism resisting definition.
Mass delusion manufactured by mercenaries
propelled through media by an immigrant
a man wanting to one day conquer Mars
standing next to a would-be Jupiter
an all-white triumvirate fostering fear
of immigrants even legal residents if black.
A new kind of ism, many shades of truth
peddled by a felon financier and freak
frightened of consequences when voters speak




Dick Russell © Richard M Russell
                   2024

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