An Open “Now What?” Letter About The Election Results

Here’s an open letter to those who are shocked, saddened, angry and scared at the 2016 Presidential Election results.
Dear friends (and future friends):
I voted for Trump.
You are upset.
While I can’t pretend to have the same feelings you have, or to empathize with your fears and concerns, I recognize that you feel those feelings deeply, and I can offer you this:
What do you want me to do now?
What can I do that will make you feel included, loved, cared for, that will make you feel better?

I’m earnestly asking, because I honestly care and love you. Because I want to help. Because I want to make a difference. Many of us want to make a difference.
So … please respond and let me know what you want to do NOW.
Sincerely,
Dave

P.S.By the way: “Go F* yourself”, “Go kill yourself”, or “Move to Canada” are not helpful answers.

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Our Lives Are Wrapped Up Again: Revolutionary IMproVerse Iambic Poem

Two grandchildren of good friends have childhood cancer. I am no longer the common link. I wrote this about that experience.
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KissesforCami.com and
Beckhamsbattle.blogspot.com
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Our Lives Are Wrapped Up Again

My son’s best friend
is now a mother
who’s going where your child has been
And is.
You may think I’m not there.
You may think
That I don’t care.
But because I care as deeply as I do,
I have respected the silence from you.

I know you have duties and obligations to keep.
I know you have worries and thoughts which deprive you of sleep.
I know that in trying to help at your daughter’s home,
you have felt, sometimes, left alone.

But you’re not.

Prayers are constantly being uttered
for you as well as your granddaughter.
But now this silence I must end
to help The daughter of my friend
and the son of my son’s friend.

For in your daughter’s voyage beneath
There is experience
and wisdom and surviving grief
which may bring sense
And some relief
and insights
and make a dawn
out of the night
and the fears
that bring tears
to so many.
If I had that wisdom,
I would share it,
but I haven’t any
except to bare it
and to show another the way
to the experience
that your daughter and granddaughter have today.

And so, while I respect your pained silence
heartfelt, wide and deep,
please forgive me if I that same silence
can no longer keep.

What She Didn’t Know: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

She thinks I’ve not known,/
or, knowing, don’t care. Both wrong./
She’s been in my prayers.

Pity I’m Not Taller: Romantic Email Poetry

I don’t have to act like
I care what you say.
I just do.

I will talk intelligently…
even gently,
because I am
and I am.

You will laugh
because I’m witty,
funny,
clever,
and insanely
humble.

There is no hurry
to lay you down
if I can hold you,
kiss you tenderly,
and listen to you
and converse.

Pity that
I’m not taller.

Who Cares? Revolutionary Improv Blogging Haiku

Who cares? Really? Who?/
I think about folks. I care./
But who cares I care?

St. Pat’s Day Spring Bouquet: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

I got her flowers/
after hours;/
put them by the door./
Who knows what 4./

No love’s red roses r there./
Just a spring bouquet/
on St. Pat’s Day/
2 tell her “I care.”

Getting Unexpected Light: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

Do U know what it’s like/
2 get unexpected lite/
in a dark, dreary place?/
How U placed/
a smile on my face?/

Don’t refrain;/
share yer pain./
Let me b there./
I care.