Posts Tagged ‘President Obama’

Having Never Counted: Revolutionary Blog-posting Haiku

July 29, 2010

On Inauguration Day, 2009, I promised I’d write a poem a day. Today was the first day I’ve ever dared to see where I am with that promise.

I’ve never counted/
to see if my poem-a-day/
vow was kept. And more.

Footnote: I should, as of today, have at least 556 poems or postings. I have more than 630 postings, many with multiple poems.


CyranoWriter: Overview of a Revolutionary Romantic Writer’s Blog

January 20, 2009

Thanks to several friends — old AND new — and thanks to the belief that today (Inauguration Day, 2009) IS a new day, I’ve decided to start writing, and posting my writings, along with my experiences as both a Romantic Poet and a Revolutionary Writer. Maybe it’s not right that I self-proclaim that I’m either — or both — of those things.
But who is to say that I am, or I’m not?

Within my blog I will attempt to have two main thought process categories.

Revolutionary: Poems, stories, thoughts that are “Revolutionary” in nature. That is, they will be thoughts about anything topical and worthy of discussion, including self-discovery, OUTSIDE of my romantic writings.
Romantic: Poems, stories, thoughts that are “Romantic” in nature. That is, they will tend to focus on writing toward a woman or women, discussing romantic relationships. They will probably be divided into:
*”IMbic Poems 4an IMprov Age” (typically poems created “on the fly” while Instant Messaging (IMing) friends),
*”ConTEXTual Poems” (typically poems created on the fly, but within the confines of sending cellphone text messages), and
*Other poems and writings, either created within emails directed to someone, or as random thoughts. (Note: Some of these may deal with mature themes. I won’t publish them as posts, but will create a working page of “Mature Poetry” that I’ll add to on occassion.)
It’s my hope to eventually publish these into a book (or several). I only hope that the formatting of the pages on WordPress allows me to put them into the various categories!
Dave Kuhns 20 January, 2009

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Inauguration Day Revolution Revelation

January 20, 2009
I wrote this poem shortly after President Obama was sworn in, and sent it, along with this note, to my family:
 I rarely
to share
my poetry.
But it is a new day,
and I have something to say.
I wrote this conTEXTing preface Oct. 12, 2010, preparing for the Seattle Poetry Slam –
I watch Capitol steps and Mall populate/
as my friends celebrate/
the Audacity of Hope/
and I grope/
to know how I,/
a suburban white guy/
fit in./
And so I begin … 
Inauguration Day Revolution Revelation
I am a revolutionary.

(The words stare out from the page,

although I’ve seen them in my mind before.

Have I?

I’m not sure!)


I’ve ridden – and ride — the bus

Not when it was dangerous

But when it is obnoxious.

Not for Civil Rights.

But for Earth’s Rights.


I am a revolutionary.

I’ve dug my hands deep

Not into plantations’ soil

Nor sharecropper’s clay,

But into the teaming,


Still hot, though winter’s day

at minus 20 degrees,

Compost heap,

That I first learned to keep

At ten,

And again,

At thirty,

To get my hands dirty.

And now

I know how

To show younger folk,

That they may pick up

That revolutionary yoke.


I am a revolutionary.

Though not the great-great grandson

Of anyone

Who history would honor

Nor remember.


Mine came across the water as well,

To seek a new life

in a promised land.

A land of opportunity they sought out

Of their own choice.


I follow that dream

Because I am the son of a father

Who has been to many mountaintops,

And rivers and marshes and forests and lakes

And said: “Make no mistake:

This is ours to preserve …

Or to eradicate.”


I am a revolutionary.

As the son of women who

Gave a hand up

When that’s all they could do.

Who, when others saw opportunity,

In times of greed,

Looked through with clarity,

And saw need,

And gave with charity.


Even now,

within my soul, I guess,

There is an inner vow:

“I can do no less!”


I am a revolutionary.

Lest there be any confusion

The earth,

and its people,

Are the roots of my revolution.


— Written after the Inauguration of President Obama, on my mother’s birthday, January 20, 2009

I read this poem at a committee meeting of the Seattle City Council in August, 2010. If you go to this link: YouTube copy of Inauguration Day Revolution Revelation at Seattle City Council sub-committee, “Words Worth”, 2010