Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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Quiet Counter Revolution. The evening is quiet; wishing for a call. Left several voicemails for a few-- That they might call to break my solitude. Chores are done--all is still. Suddenly a ring--it is Richard, my webmaster. Another Trump AI concoction has come out. "I need another poem for this idiocy he has concocted." We chat and plan and it breaks the evening monotony. Who knows how I may 'poemize' his madness? Those of us who know better, Are dismayed at what we have all come to! Will our democracy survive this usurpation? These are truly dark times for our Republic. We are pressed to understand What might be the possibilities. 19 October 2025 2135 Hours.