On Obama's Nobel Peace Prize...

I, for one, have not given up
on him earning his place in history
but trust and patience is wearing thin.

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Carousel

Earth spins on an axis of horses
transformed into clouds on the wind
hearts pounding and screaming in voices
that tremble in terror and pain.

as the animals cry
as our carousel dies
it turns on its side
it rolls and it flips
the calliope tilts
the music dissolves
in chattels of gold
in pieces and parts
as riders fly off
as dust drifts aloft
it trembles and sparks
it grinds to a halt…

Peace spins on an axis of promise
transformed into clouds on the wind
dues pounding and screaming in voices
the audacity of hope never paid.



When Obama gets our service members out of Iraq and Afghanistan he will have earned the admiration of a grateful nation as well as any Nobel Prize or other treasure that may be showered upon him. When... that is the trillion dollar question.

Peace, Mary Ann