Richard W.

BREAKING: we just blocked Musk & Trump out of the Treasury systems!

Court order just secured — big win by us at @sddaction.bsky.social & our partners including @publiccitizen.bsky.social!

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Received a letter from POTUS today purporting to remove me as Commissioner and Chair of the FEC. There's a legal way to replace FEC commissioners-this isn't it. I've been so fortunate to serve the American people and stir up some good trouble along the way. That's not changing anytime soon.

Steel Meets Steel - Poetizer.com Share your original poetry, discover new poems daily, and make meaningful connections with a global community of poets and poetry enthusiasts. Join today!

Fear ≠ Hopelessness, and I won’t cower in the face of bigotry. A #poem about the will to survive.

Because love may not stop a bullet,
But it can fuel the fire that keeps you standing.
And if the day comes
When we must defend our lives to protect the light within us,
Let them know:
We are ready.

The Room Where I Sit - Poetizer.com Share your original poetry, discover new poems daily, and make meaningful connections with a global community of poets and poetry enthusiasts. Join today!

The Room Where I Sit: A #poem about #recovery

Taylor Party @ The Vogue w/ @justjacobsons.bsky.social

Right out of the gate they are detaining U.S. citizens and saying their “papers”are fake. It was always a lie.

I'm a descendant of Thomas Jefferson, but from the side they don't like to talk about.

My ancestors built Monticello and DC.

My ancestors escaped slavery and fought for the union.

I didn't ask to be part of the American legacy, but I am. So I'm going to shape it in my own image. That's a promise.

remember, the blitzkrieg is intended to make you feel like there is nothing you can do about it; that’s the only reason to go forward in this haphazard and sloppy manner all in the first week

and the choice of that strategy tells you they are afraid you *will* do something about it

They really are.

Hold on to your empathy. It is our greatest strength.

Love is an act of violence - Poetizer.com Share your original poetry, discover new poems daily, and make meaningful connections with a global community of poets and poetry enthusiasts. Join today!

Love is an act of violence

#poetry

Cauterize the Wound - Poetizer.com Share your original poetry, discover new poems daily, and make meaningful connections with a global community of poets and poetry enthusiasts. Join today!

In the process of moving my #poetry out of my Notes app and into Poetizer.

Visuals: Blue background showing Elon Musk's ‘Nazi’ salute at an event celebrating Donald Trump's inauguration. Boys Will Be Boys by Richard Walsh Boys will be boys, Dismisses rough play— But boys become men With rough egos one day. A shove in the schoolyard, A harmless jest, Dismissed like a breeze Through the chest of the oppressed. But what starts with a shrug Soon tightens the noose. One “joke” left unchecked— What’s the excuse?

Boys grow bold in silence, Each act left unsaid, And that’s how whispers of hate Find a place in our bed. A salute, stiff and sharp, Not a stumble, not a whim, But the echo of history Reaching out through him. Dismiss it as jest, Say, “It’s not what it seems,” But laughter won’t dull What the darkness dreams.

When do we stop saying, “It’s not my concern”? When the books are ash And our neighbors burn? A spark doesn’t scream When it catches the trees; It simply takes hold As a quiet disease. Boys will be boys, You’ll excuse the first stone— But who do you call When the mob comes to your home?

Apathy is the accomplice, The silence, the void. The world does not end Because boys will be boys. No, the world falls apart Because men stay the same, Rough egos unchecked, Turning kindness to flame. So let the warning resound In the smallest of slights: If we don’t stop the small fires, The forest ignites.

Boys Will Be Boys

#Poetry #Apathy #Politics

Tend Your Garden by Richard Walsh It does no good to fret over flowers in the National Mall— not when petunias pout on your doorstep, their petals whispering stories of neglect. The world is vast, a canvas painted in someone else’s hues, but your hands hold the brush for this patch, this plot where your roots grow deep. Let the storms outside rage and run. Let their howls fill the distant skies. Here, under your feet, the soil waits for you to speak life into it.

Tend your garden at home, where the weeds of distraction creep, where the earth remembers your touch even when you forget your power. Turn over the dirt, pull at the roots, feel the grit of rebirth beneath your nails. This isn’t about the applause of strangers or the glory of distant landscapes. It’s about the quiet triumph of seeds sown in solitude, of blooms birthed in the privacy of perseverance. And when the storms subside, when the last drops have kissed the ground and the clouds retreat, weary of their weeping, you will look out at the wonders that have risen in your care.

Colors you’d forgotten existed. Fragrances sweet with redemption. A tapestry of life you nurtured, petal by precious petal. You’ll see then what you couldn’t see before: that the beauty of the world doesn’t start on distant stages or in national gardens. It begins in the sacred soil beneath your feet, where patience becomes power and the seeds you’ve sown whisper: You were enough to make us bloom.

A poem about today: Tend Your Garden

Mentally I’m here today. Back in the cozy, quiet comfort of an isolated cabin in Gatlinburg with my boyfriend and dogs.

here, have some fish from 2002

No Sunday Scarries today

✨My educated and expert take on the TikTok ban ✨

This is some clown shit

Seeing Rod Tuffcurls And The Bench Press with @justjacobsons.bsky.social 🎸

It’s not just about now,
It’s about the ghosts of all the times
I said “no”
And it was heard as “maybe,”
Of all the times my voice was swallowed
By someone else’s need
For more,
For control,
For something I didn’t give.

#poetry

Definition of “kakistocracy” as a government by the least suitable or competent citizens of a state.

Word of the day. Or week. Or next four years.

Here, community softly grows—
A warming fire, a bond held high.
Together, we dream where promise flows,
Under the endless bright Bluesky 🦋

Soft whispers bloom, a symphony—
Laughter, love, and tender care.
Each voice a thread, each heart a key,
Weaving a world we bravely share.

The sky bends low, serene and wide,
Cradling dreams in its vast embrace,
A quiet haven where storms subside,
A stage for kindness to find its place.

Under the Bright Bluesky 🦋

Beneath the stretch of endless sky,
Where sunbeams lace the clouds with light,
We gather close, our hands entwined,
A tapestry of hope held tight.

🧵 #poetry

I’m trying to hold both things at once—
The good, the bad,
The softness and the sting.
Because I know you’re not the monster in my mind,
But the pain you awaken
Still has teeth.

#poetry

The peace on Bluesky has made Twitter seem WORSE.

In all the dreams I've traveled
Nothing sadder did I see
Than in a shadow of a memory
The ghost of a tree.

#blueskypoetry