TRANSITIONS
This blog will morph to a direction I had not expected it to go. With the tumbling of respect the world has on our country’s value due to current conditions of decisions recently made by our government, something must be said by all those who recognize our decline. The value of our country is facing a challenge of existence. I still want to write articles to assist writers, but I must also address what is happening to this country.
When you cannot rely on our president to tell the truth, when all around him find the norm is to lie, I cannot help but think we are in a downfall.
The rant today is ‘false news’. But the reality today the only place I find false news is in the local news. In the rush to get the information out first they will distribute what little the know no matter how accurate.
So false news does exist in the quest to be first. But the argument today about false national news is an effort to conceal the truth.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
TRAGEDY AND GREED
Planes crash,
People die,
And industry
Gets slapped
On the wrist.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
OUR FATE
We are nothing but a life-form created to appreciate that life, appreciate all life.
We have failed.
Through ignorance and greed, we have chosen profit before compassion.
destroying our world without concern for the implications.
Better luck next time.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
VALUE
When you can buy
Anything you desire
Those possessions
No longer have
Value.
Life’s Cycle
When young
You reach
To the future,
In old age
The reach is done,
Now,
The waiting begins.
meditating on a closed homeless shelter…
A great poem catching too much reality.
the brown bag prophet
said
i live
in
the empty spaces
life’s
denied
moments
where eyes
avert
and
prayers
fall on deaf ears
i’m
not alone
there are
children
and
their parents
in
these spaces
parents
of
all sorts
atheists
bible thumpers
and
those confused
by
god’s words
and
his deeds
as
well
as
certified heroes
and
criminals
those ungainfully employed
and
otherwise destitute
by
their attempt
at
existence
all
forming
society’s sediment
sediment
along
these streets
paved
with human gold
and
blood diamonds
diamonds
worn
no doubt
as
symbols
of
heaven’s stars
but
more likely
as
hell’s burning embers
but
who’s to say
not those
of us
living
in
the empty spaces
permanency…
This is a poet every day
who deserves more attention.
I know many writers whose work
people would enjoy, but they remain unknown.
Enjoy this poet, and if you want to see some of
the work of the unknown, I’ll see what I can doe.
our naiveté
assures us we are unique
living forever
in one form or another
along with the tooth fairy
Curtain
This is a poet I’ve been following for some time
and enjoy his work.
Curtain
Adept at withdrawal, it retreats.
How appropriate, we think,
that its body curls
with the wind’s
tug, offering
only the
slightest
resistance. Then
it returns,
bringing to mind
the habitual offender
whose discomfiture
lies in choice,
the fear
of enclosure
removed. The
forward glance.
And back again,
whispering its
edict: concede, reclaim.
Give and take. We are as one.
“Curtain” last appeared on the blog in July 2017.
when the wheels come off…
We are not perfect. Perhaps only an experiment doomed to failure.
i cannot sleep
i hear
the night drums
pounding
within
my head
waking me
a
cold sweat
envelopes my body
in a shroud
of
fear
a civil war
is
coming
history
is about
to
be
repeated
once again
brother
against
brother
blood soaked
passions
will fill the gutters
of
hate and intolerance
a nation
poised
to
self-destructed
fulfilling
ancient prophecies
but
the dead
will not rise
nor
will the meek
inherit
the ravaged earth
they shall be
as
all shall be
the roadkill
of
man’s accelerated
greed
the twitter diet…
Could that be called ‘false news’?
lies and alibis
seem to be served up daily
a white house cuisine
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