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HOMESICK
Is this the time
If ever there is
To find
The home where I hid
isolated within
Renewed in its safety
Lost to me
Feeling afloat
In a universe
Cruel to its inhabitants
MARCH 25, 2026 (C)
Cynthia L Bryant
WHAT IF
I can’t help but wonder…
What if
President Lincoln had finished
The restorative plan
Of a country divided
What if reconstruction
had actually lifted
Our heavily burdened
For more than a second in time
What if his honest and kind heart
Allowed forward motion
Into a nation bound inw
Learned trust and respect
What if our great America
Soothing balm anointed
Was never taken back under
Bewilderment of seething hatred and fear
What if then long held evil
Were waylaid, brought to justice
Without the fatal scene
Ever being acted out
©2026 Cynthia L Bryant
How I Learned to Swallow Easter
…and on the third day the bunny rose to deliver eggs to all the boys and girls…turned to chocolate to be consumed by all…and they lived with chocolate cream centers… too sweet to play in the rain…
©2025 Easter Sunday
Slipping into Darkness
I dwell in suspended animation
Unable to focus my view
In a country I no longer recognize
Ever since the beginning of the last
Presidential election we have been
Adding to the swamp filling it up
A cesspool with the lowest wastage
Of man
As I watch the last goodbyes
To an American hero
A tear runs down my face
Not so much for the loss of our hero
But rather the loss of our country
Slipping under dashed aspirations
our weathered pride of self-annihilation
Waiting for the darkness to pass
(C) Cynthia L Bryant
Cold Skin
Cheap masks
quiet grimaces of despair
Years survived chaotic fury
Graveyards layered in myriad of lies
piled higher than used-up people
can ever take back
Trudge travelled paths
baked into finite history’s deep ravine
Times of folks whose tones of evil
Slipped out like shit of overfed crows
feasting pain and loss
Heretic lost burned in effigy
hoping to create something pure
out of skid marks left by Trump
For What it’s Worth
I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
Buffalo Springfield
Bored of Peace
What I see and hear
Scares the hell out of known history
America belonging to one whom when
Searching the mirror, sees only a Demi-god
No Democrats, Blacks, Browns or Foes belong
Cold masked servants march through towns
With final goals, shaking loose fears and dread of other
Drag folks away from asylum or peaceful contribution
Instead, American citizens gather as shields
Protection against a leader’s recompense, treachery to law
Could this be their shortcut
Keep wrong voters away
Wrong people from being elected
Make the tear deeper, ripping our Constitution
Like a strongman would, a telephone directory
©January 26, 2026 Cynthia L Bryant
Creation
In the Beginning
after the great cosmic copulation
the earth began to cool
Some of the ooze solidified
others crawled away like a joey blind
still uncooked in search of pouch
Gaia covered in gloom
Shaken frozen
Brimstone and fire
Sometime after all that
The momentous moment
Man created God
Amongst terror of darkness
Hunger wretched tightly
Weaving instinct of salvation with comfort
Conquest by might
controlled untouched female
to suckle his only son
Churches splintered off
Like dead wood into many shapes and sizes
Condemned heretics of each other’s ways
Whether they worshipped the bounty of Mother
Spirits that inhabited rocks and fire or
Peoples who dwelled in the clouds
Turned all festival days to days of Christ
Forbade the unclean outside the church elite
To read or write
Said they spoke for God
Only they knew
What he demanded of his people
If God, there ever was
His greatest gift given to man
His unforgivable shame
--Free will
Cynthia L Bryant ©2026
“Happily ever after fails
And we have been poisoned
By these fairy tales “
Don Henley-The End of Innocence
THE END OF INNOCENCE
This particular thread of history
Unwound days months
Years we stood witness
As it stretched across
TV screens, newspapers
Magazines, podcasts, all social media
Even stupid smirks
As ripe young things
Histories of multiple betrayals
By family, friends, kind helpful strangers
the times in which they lived
As society turned away
Noses in the air
Ears not hearing, eyes not seeing
Groomed, fixed and fashioned into service
Times when FMS was established
By sexually abusive parents
Adding to survivor's halt in healing
Allowing already crazed victims to question themselves
Put earned weight on false innocence of parents
Other assorted still masked folk
Extraordinarily rich and powerful men
Given license to touch,
break and kill young souls
No morals or law to touch them
No one dared say a word
The infamous jet Lolita Express
Lofted high above it all
Laden with children and predators alike
Whisked from everywhere to LITTLE SANT JAMES
Forever now known as Pedophile Island
Congress got involved in the facts
Long after the demented man
who began the cesspool of power and lust
Surprised us all by taking his own worthless life
In his jail cell Or did he?
Taking with him memory
Pictures and Videos of brutality
Emails speaking of unadulterated evil
Slobbering over young innocents
During an interview with our Attorney General
Congress was ridiculed
Questions asked and rebutted
Never answered unless from
The other side of the aisle
The AG could not answer
Acknowledge the innocence
Of victims assembled to witness
Tell the truth of the crimes
Not seen
Let alone allow the words
That would bring down her king
Uncover no innocence
remorse or understanding
America watches.
Justice will be served for our survivors
Homeostasis returned to hearts and minds
©2026 Cynthia L Bryant
Pecker
He stays aloft
Surveying
Eating, shitting, and pecking
Pecking day and night
Someone might want to point out
Pecking on the limb
In which you nest
May spin your pecker
All the way to it’s demise
©2026 Cynthia L Bryant
