Friday, November 15, 2024

Friday Night Musik

 This week a Perfect cover of Helpless, written by Neil Young.

Link to YouTube Video by Molly Tuttle et al.

Beautiful.



Next: My poem about being Helpless 

Mary E. Gerdt
Helpless

played on the radio.
yes I hear you Neil,
you were there with
Katie & I 
in a red car
on the back roads 
of 
corn country
on the 90th meridian
of 
Southern Illinois.

Scarred back then 
by grief,
losing friends too young,
rendering us 
helpless.

does grief
&
does being helpless
 make scars too
in our fabric net
of
neurons?

Now
We fight
an invisible MonSter,
others know so well,
how do we explain,
how it hurts?
i am helpless

So if you see
a MonSter,
better run girl,
it is no good.
(Is it something you can run from?)

Now
 I see the universe before me,
images too large,
impossible to 
comprehend.

I never could run before
the scars
that warped my
senses,
slowing ever so slighly,
still always flatfooted,
yet
filled with
hope each day
the MonSter
can be rendered
utterly, completely, obliteratively
helpless.




Wednesday, November 13, 2024

The Trumps

 

Tuesday, November 12, 2024

We Love President Elect Trump & First Lady Melania Trump

 

Monday, November 11, 2024

When?

 Will the final Election Results be known?

Even since I wrote these words on Saturday 11/09/2024 🤦‍♀️🎸🚀🐅🦅

If the votes are dribbling in, when will We know it’s done?

Every Day it takes,

I have more questions.

Can I do that?



Wednesday, November 6, 2024

Tuesday, November 5, 2024

Who?

 Who will Win the 2024 USA 🇺🇸 Presidential Election?

Who?



Monday, November 4, 2024

Tomorrow the work Begins Again

 

Tomorrow the work begins Again

The Politicians have offered their pitches and promises,
Tomorrow the work begins.

But, instead there will be a party, 
a celebration or consolation.

At the end, pumped up supporters will fall exhausted, 
down to the ground.


Win or lose, 
The Politicians, sleepless euphorics, still buzz with the vibration
of all their monetary adoration,
a compensation, a self affirming confirmation.

They kissed the babies and bad breathed housewives,
They courted supporters, promised away their lives,
Cut the tax, Raised awareness,
Fights for apple pie, Mom and fairness.

At the end of that long election day,
The politician breaks down, on his knees to pray,
Prays his promises will not be broken,
That his constituents mind be aptly spoken.

So do not forget your promise, politician though you are,
Tomorrow begins the work,
Again,
the end
so far,
so far.