GOP DIABOLICS IN PLAY

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU


The GOP fueled by the erratic Tea Party rose to power in 2010 based on
repetitious lies. The promises that they said were their priorities were fictitious.
They swept in countless GOP governors to do the work of taking away rights, services
& sustenance to the families over the which they exerted control in a plethera of states.

In a bizarre campaign promise contradiction, they led with their social agenda. Trying
to destroy unions, women’s rights & college education. All of this done in the name of
Christian values. They are false Christians, not having understood the Beatitudes.

They are so full of hate for President Obama that they have sold their souls in the hating.
It is written, “But he that hateth his brother, is in darkness, and walketh in darkness and
knoweth not whither he goeth, because that darkness has blinded his eyes.” I John 1:11

Imagine denying a woman the right to choose, forcing her to have a baby, then denying
her the assistance she may need to feed and provide for her child. This will happen if GOP
governors are given “block medicaid funds.” Corrupt governors will just give the money to
their rich donors. How will these children of “rape & incest’ be fed?

Imagine the super rich fortified in their mansions with an arsenal of weapons to shoot any
hungry, roaming masses that have become their victims. Shall we see massive death in
America? Shall we see the middle class homeless? Shall we witness snipers in the ivory
towers of the rich shooting down hungry protesting people? The GOP/Tea Party future
for America is sick and dark.

How long shall the blinded stay blind? How long shall the racist hate, voting against his
own interest? What baby boomer does not have elderly parents on medicare, in assisted
living or nursing homes? These middle-agers will have to pay for the medical care of their
parents who have paid into the social security system their whole lives & got cheated
on medicare to give tax breaks to the rich.

Be afraid. Be very afraid if the GOP have their way. Children, women of reproductive age,
college students, baby boomers & the elderly have to let go of their “fear of a black man”
and begin to see the alternative for what it is: guaranted increase in income for the rich and
for the politicians that make it possible. Heaven help us all, for despair & death is on the
doorstep in America.

Alice Parris

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THE WREATH

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Lilac & mauve carnations,
orange-creamsicle & fushia sunflowers
pop out between sprinklings of green sprigs.

Dusty-rose &
tangerine trumpets blow the announcement:

Woodstock magic;
open hands, open hearts & open minds.

A hard-loving, hard-playing time
cut short by balding, joyless men.

The wreath
of color-profusion graces my bedroom.

Bejeweled bracelets of Crystal, Hematite,
Amber, Amethyst, Aventurine, Tiger’s Eye
& Jade still grace these arms- no longer held

out in the wonderment of freedom.
Some can hear the distinct tribal drumbeat.

These wreaths adorn guarded-hearts;
believers in mid-August, butterfly-freedoms.

Away in dreams
of ‘Summer’s Eve’ wonder, Boomers will take flight.

When aging lids grow weary, the charmed-piper plays.
Then, free-spirits are filled by an illumined-iridescence.

Woodstock magic lives again…

Alice Parris

DANCING HEARTS ARE STILL REMEMBERED

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU


Lavender-turquoise-salmon sea shells
jangling from cherry-red hip scarves.
Yellow, red, orange & brown crisp leaves

blowing on a near-frost morn, circling
around sensible shoes for painful arches.

Dancing feet are still remembered.

Gone are the tinkling sound of anklets
above Aboriginal feet. Pages slowly yellow.
Turkey oven mitts replace youthful hands.

Hippie graveyards are filling quickly this season.
Blood medicated to move through more efficiently,
even though aging bodies move like a sea of slugs.

Mescaline revelations are a vague notion, now.
Desert moons whispered their neon-wisdoms.
Now, the rumble announces a newly deafening ear.

Dancing minds are still remembered.

Love for humanity was poured out like LSD
upon this generation of seekers. Quietly, they
have been taken away; one by one. The world
is the poorer for it; with its fierce anal pincers.

Dancing hearts are still remembered.

Alice Parris

*Plucked from my poetry archive