In today’s episode we have poetry about current events and more by ME Kilpatrick including one very special to my heart. ME Kilpatrick is a poet and Quaker minister of the Birmingham (AL) Friends Meeting. He is a member of the Marquette Poets Circle.

Mr. Trump, You’re No Tiger Woods

Mr. President, you play golf,
while we, the people, cough.
We know you like to tee off,
with a club swing like your mop.

In a game where silence is golden,
your poor loudmouth becomes emboldened.
It’s sad to watch golfers beholden,
as your ill temper hotly scolds them.

While the ill pray for a magic pill,
you’re on your cell phone killing bills,
riding in your golf cart tweeting big deals,
while your score card reveals a big kill.

Mr. Trump, you’re no Tiger Woods,
hooks and slices show you’re no good.
But Tiger could get out of the woods,
while we, the people, hear you could, should, and would.

ME Kilpatrick
Marquette, Michigan
May 24, 2020

My Love-Light

With meditation I speak in isolation,
about matters of life and death,
about a person you’ve never met -
in a state of great consternation.

A poet friend wrote me a text,
she received news from her son,
keeping her from poems I’ve done,
vexing her mood due to the virus hex.

What do you say best,
when a mother fears for her child,
while she waits with thoughts gone wild,
for results from the test?

In the silence I seek the words,
but the answer came from her -
which now causes my heart to stir -
silent prayer helps a friend disturbed.

“Your prayers will be so appreciated,”
from the poetic heart of a mother,
to a poet-preacher of loving others,
gifts the words woe’s Light initiated.

To hold people in the Light,
a covenant to not abandon,
a gift of pure grace that’s not random,
gives my love-light in their night.

ME Kilpatrick
Marquette, Michigan
May 24, 2020

Trump’s Sword Against Penn’s Pen

A fake Quaker shook at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue,
and there he booked his Waterloo.
His Watergate break in caused a great quake -
one even William Penn couldn’t shake.

For Penn believed the peaceful pen is mightier than the sharp sword,
penning Pennsylvania from his Quaker core.
But Richard Milhous Nixon shook the sword of chief executive power,
heard on White House tapes recorded every minute of the hour.

Penn’s ‘Holy Experiment’ in sword-less grace and truth,
failed when Penn dried up and was replaced by sordid brutes.
Though family roots were Quaker,
Nixon’s sword proved him to be a Quaker faker.

For Nixon’s Watergate cover up came to light,
as Quakers know the Light shows truth’s right.
Outside 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue Quakers now peacefully protest -
Trump’s sword is the avenue against Penn’s pen for progress.

ME Kilpatrick
Marquette, Michigan
June 18, 2020

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