I suspect that certain Christians would vote for Trump over Jesus if the latter were to return. That’s the point made by this Scott Bates poem.
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A Lotus Poem for Kamala
Because Kamala means lotus in Sanskrit, I share this Scott Bates lotus poem. Kamala was associated with the fertility goddess Lakshmi and America could use some fertility at the moment.
A Poem Brought to You by the Letter C
This playful poem by my father about a rebellious letter C makes me wish he had been able to share his poetry with my grandson.
Trump as Aesop’s Frog
Aesop’s fable of the frog and the ox, versified by La Fontaine and Scott Bates, applies only too well to Donald Trump.
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An Early Advocate of Native Lives Matter
A recent SCOTUS ruling in favor of Indian rights brings to mind a Scott Bates poem about Christian Priber, an early fighter for Indian autonomy.
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A Fable about Cancel Culture
While the left doesn’t practice cancel culture to the degree that the right does, it is still a concern, as a recent open letter to “Harper’s” makes clear. So does this Scott Bates fable.
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Black Cat Fights for the Day He’ll Be Free
Friday Attempts to demonize Black Lives Matter take me back to 1968, when the Black Panthers were similarly demonized. Their response to murderous cops was to arm themselves, which was the last time that Republicans supported significant gun control legislation. It also led to some shootouts and to the police assassination of Fred Hampton and […]
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Curl Up with a Good Book
This Scott Bates poem celebrates curling up with a good book.
Feeding Birds in the Bleak Midwinter
Tuesday – Christmas Eve Over the past few cold and rainy days, chickadees, goldfinches, titmice, and nuthatches have been swarming out feeders, bringing to mind one of my father’s Christmas poems. I first posted it nine years ago. I excerpt a portion of previous post, only adding that (this in response to the allusion to […]
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