Useful Idiots: Useless Politicians

September 21, 2019

This piece is from an earlier collection:

If after this post you decide to ‘unfollow’ me for political reasons–I don’t take it personally.

If however, you are curious–please continue.

Several days ago, in our small town, I witnessed a young man yelling at an older man:

“Where do you get your information on the Left!”

“Where do you get your information on the Left!”

“Where do you get your information on the Left!”

Notice, this isn’t a question, but as I was speaking to the older man’s wife, I responded:

“From my grandmother.”

If you are unfamiliar with the history of genocide in the Ukraine–and I am guessing you aren’t–because it’s not something we learned in public school; here is a good place to start.

My grandmother learned the bitter truth of just how far the Left would go to achieve their vision of Utopia. She made sure I knew the truth of what happened, so as not to be deceived again–as they were.

It’s difficult to know for sure just how many people, Ukrainians and Russians alike, were killed during this ‘man-made famine’ of the Left’s design, but it’s estimated to be 7 to 10 million.

May the blood and bones of my ancestors

Nourish the land that was taken from them;

And may they finally

Rest In Peace.

May Justice and Freedom reign; and

God bless ALL the leaders of the still-free world.

May WE ALL finally

Rest In Peace.

With love and gratitude,


Poetess:Magic Waters💦

September 14, 2019

This piece is inspired by a comment from Lance Sheridan.

Thank you, Lance for your kind encouraging words. I have learned much from you.

She dips her pen in magic waters


Sensibilities stunned seeing


What she expected–


Her own self-reflection;


The entire universe

And galaxies within galaxies reflected…

She knows the words she is about to transcribe are not her own.


She knows these words will become the death of her.

She smiles–

Dips her pen


Begins to write.

With love and gratitude,



La Luz🌟

September 5, 2019

Trichcocereus Peruvianus flowers


I met a wise old woman.

“What is your name?” I asked.

“La Luz” she smiled that all-too-familiar


“Tell me your name.” Her bright eyes narrowed to a command.


“Remember this…”

I didn’t understand what she meant until one day…

Down a blind alleyway

I followed after an unfamiliar voice.


It was clear

I was lost.

Feeling along in the darkness

With my hand I traced

The outline of a door

And walked out to find the old woman laughing–

“You remembered!”

With love and gratitude,




August 3, 2019

This piece is a very fond memory of an event that happened years ago…

This video doesn’t exist

With love and gratitude,



Self-Realization 🌀

September 1, 2019

This is a piece from an earlier collection

when the little girl realized she survived the trauma of childhood emotional abuse.

This video doesn’t exist

To anyone struggling to overcome past trauma–

keep struggling!

You are worth the effort.

With love and gratitude,

Nina 😊