Election Day: The Surprise Victory of Donald J. Trump -- A Trump Presidency Poem

We have come on foot
from far away to be heard --
men, women, young, old
some with children and toddlers
          in tow,

to say our piece in peace,

Alas, the shadow government grows,
for years left unchecked,
and the media has warped
into a self-consumed defect,

Who are we?

Store owners, teachers,
miners of the Rust Belt,
priests and preachers,

people of faith,
of color,
children of the "wretched"
who came through Ellis,

deplorables
of varying age,
legal and some
once illegal,
we check off:
"Human Race"

Our vote is
our protest march,
and our voices
will be heard --

Our states can no longer sustain
the ills befallen us, 
the aims of self interests 
leaching this great nation,
The blights must be treated,
The enemies of this great Republic defeated,
And the burdens 
of this nation set free. 


By Mary E. Lohan

Photo: A Trump/Pence sign stands along Interstate 70 outside the shuttered Stanley Mines Company building in Idaho Springs, Colorado.

Turbulence - A Poem (From "Four Folded Corners")

Those were turbulent days

     like ships on scrambled waves

we crashed and swayed --

     drifted

Til in the orange tint of morn'

     with labored breath

we were reborn --

    until dusk

But the blues and greys of night

     begged insight as I redressed

redid, relit the silent inner fight --

     I submit,

You held the string to my flight,

     I was your kite. 

By Mary E. Lohan

Ageism - A Poem (From "Two of Cups: A NY Poet in Galway")

On some days

     I am an age,

And yet it matters not

     to trees, clouds, cats

It's simply a way

     to discriminate,

longevity from brevity

Age guarantees naught.

By Mary E. Lohan

Crush - A Poem (From "Four Folded Corners")

All is hushed
transient

Time becomes
the beat of your lips
speaking

There are no words
just your smile

I understand now --
Pain is pleasure,
Pleasure is plain

Keep speaking
and I'll try,
not to fall into your eyes.

By Mary E. Lohan