Archive for December, 2017
OPINIONS AND OBSERVATIONS
A CRY FOR HELP
I plead for someone to work to save our country.
I am heartbroken but what our country now represents with values lost from the past. This is not the country of life and freedom, with honor, protection and hope ad it was for all it’s citizens. It a land of gain and profit with no concern for the land’s future.
Please, someone save us from a future never meant for us.
Scarecrow Remembers
A very fine poet. Check out his poetry. You will not be disappointed.
Scarecrow Remembers
I recall nothing before my eyes captured
the horizon and the looped whorl of night’s
afterglow, the first crow-plumes
crossing from left to right, awakened to
everything but my history and what
preceded the morning. By midday
I had mastered the secret language of
corvids and learned to interpret the wind’s
folly. When the sun eased below the hills,
I divined the angle of declination and tilted
my head to true north, thinking this is my
calling, to point the way. But how few
of us bottle our life’s cause to sip as
needed. Later my dark friends whispered
the truth, and we laughed among the
rustling stalks as I pointed the way
not to the Alhambra or even Wichita,
but to the choicest kernels. Placed here
for one purpose, another claimed me.
I am the future without past, the present
decaying, tomorrow’s joke, impermanent
and shadowed…
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This Chicks Sunday Commentary: Christmas Book Tree’s
My good friend found a readers’ heaven for the Christmas holiday.
I was in Columbia, TN this week wandering around their downtown and wandered my way into a bookstore. Funny how that happens! What drew me in was this beautiful Christmas book tree in the window of the store. (I’ll be honest, the books did too!)
I took a picture and turned to the guy at the counter and asked him how many books it took to make this tree. He said “I dunno.” Very disappointing answer! I can’t imagine I’m the first person to walk into the store and ask that question. Anyway, I took a picture and marveled at how high it stood, wondering if I had enough books at home to make one. I probably do, but it would leave my bookshelves absolutely empty! As well as the thought of putting all of those books back on the shelves persuaded me to not build a tree quite that…
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POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
THE 50 YEAR HIGH SCHOOL REUNION
Recently, about a year ago or so I was invited to the reunion of the 50th anniversary of my high school graduating class. Called by a guy I vaguely remembered, we talked about our lives and about my attendance. I said I would not.
Here are the reasons.
I had a crush on a few girls. Admiring their slender bodies, those wonderful maturing bodies with developing breasts and legs of infinite beauty. I shared friendships with guys who shared my interests. We all were young looking to the future.
Honestly, I do not want to know if those young, hopeful classmates fulfilled their dreams. How the world treated their hopes. I do not want to know of the failed marriages, the disappointing careers, the lives spent in no way matching what they planned. And perhaps I do not want them to know how my life and dreams came to fruition not planned.
Avoiding the reunion, gives me the opportunity to preserve the memory of those youthful smiles, faces full of hope and dreams. I do not want those visions erased by the reality of the elderly remnants of a past gone. And foremost, I do want the knowledge of those who have died.
This is a weakness.
When I have a dear friend dying, I visit while we can talk about passed experiences. While we can talk about life but never their thoughts of what comes next.
I have no desire to gaze upon the reality of life while remembering the past while those I held dear are they nothing but shells waiting for the end. I want to remember them, all of them, with eyes to the future, not how that future dealt with their dreams.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
IN THE END, WHO SHOULD PAY?
Here I go again, off topic. But I’ll get back, eventually. It’s just that our world is changing so quickly that I must take notice.
I feel we are no longer citizens of this great country, but pawns subject to the musings of those in power who are subject to the money of those with vast amounts of money.
Here goes a radical change in topic, if you keep up with what is happening, you may think I am presidential material?
These days the news is alive with stories of sexual harassment. Respected figures, and some less respected, are falling right and left. And of course, lawyers are licking their chops.
My question is: When the employers pays the fine for the employee, at times many millions of dollars, shouldn’t that money be considered income for the employee and taxed? This may seem petty but I think we should speak whenever we have thoughts concerning the changing values of this world we call home.
I have no knowledge of tax laws, just opinions.
What do you think of these musings?
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