Archive for June, 2016
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: FORGETTING OUR FELLOW MAN
In this land,
Why is it
That when we gain wealth
The poor of the land
Are forgotten?
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: NIGHT
Night shuts down
The day’s life.
As mine
Comes alive
With memories
And monsters
Too real.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: IMMORTALITY
I am a transient form of life
This my body knows,
Yet my mind seeks immortality
Never ceasing to exist,
For the world would surely
Cease to exist
Without my presence,
And my world
Would cease to exist
Without my infinite hope.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: ORLANDO
Once again guns take lives,
Once again talk of gun control
Will fill the media,
And politicians will profess
How they will solve
The problem,
And once again,
Nothing will be done.
THE READING WORLD WAR II WEEKEND
The World War II weekend at the Reading Airport is now history. A short time ago I posted a piece describing the event and providing the date. Along with the information I included my first published short story centered on that weekend event.
After working the mornings of all three days of the event this year, I would like to share some observations.
We had quite a few veterans of that war, along with more recent wars, in attendance. I watched the World War II veterans, mostly in wheelchairs or supported by walkers, make their way through the gate to relive their youth. Although there was one spry 94 year old, who could have passed for 70, come to enjoy the show and I’m sure relive a time long gone. I tried to imagine what life was like when they were young men, in a foreign country, facing death any day. And what life must have been like for the civilians. In this day and age, could we muster the dedication on the scale to defeat the evil foe of that era?
These gallant men, participants belonging to the great greatest generation, rapidly dwindling, need to reveal their experiences. If you know a participant of that war, gently try to persuade them to talk of their experiences. Some are just waiting for someone to ask.
Also, if you know someone who lived during that era on the home front, ask them to share their experiences during that stressful time.
Their history needs to be preserved while we can still touch it.
THE STATE OF OUR NATION
I cannot express my feelings as eloquently as some of the fantastic poets I follow online. I must come to the brutal point; this country is in deep shit.
Not only of Donald Trump and what he has accomplished in this election year. Rather, it is because he was able to do what he has done. The sorry state of our government is the birth of his success.
The future of our country is in jeopardy of failure.
I thank God I am old.
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