The Garden of Diminishing Returns


 

chart of peter camejo's diminishing electoral ...

chart of peter camejo’s diminishing electoral returns (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

There were cantaloupes, squash, tomatoes galore,

 

Green beans, watermelons, green peppers and more,

 

Growing fast, trying to crawl out of sight,

 

I thought I could hear the garden growing at night,

 

But in the mornings when I checked the plants,

 

The vegetables were half eaten and covered with ants,

 

No matter what I tried or wherever I turned,

 

The results were the same—-diminishing returns!

 

I sat out in my chair with my dog on the lawn,

 

Hoping to see some critters, I’d wait until dawn,

 

Ground squirrels were scurrying, rabbits came dancing,

 

Cicadas were chirping, deer were prancing,

 

Everywhere I looked there was some kind of motion,

 

The garden was alive with activity and commotion,

 

Chomping new flowers and munching new shoots,

 

They were all dressed up in their evening suits,

 

There was a call to order and they all sat down,

 

The biggest rabbit was worried, I could tell by his frown,

 

“We’ve got to control our classes at school,

 

There’s been multiplication against the rule,

 

Deer have been entering and then going out,

 

I’m not sure what’s that all about,

 

And the squirrels have been going nuts,

 

So there you have it, no ifs, ands, or buts,

 

We’ll have to move on and find new grounds,

 

This garden will be tagged as “out of bounds”,

 

But if we destroy too much we’ll soon learn,

 

One small garden yields diminishing returns,”

 

They thumped out a vote and gave him a hand,

 

It was clear they agreed with his conservative stand,

 

The majority was liberal enough to see,

 

If they harvested carefully there’d be enough for me,

 

I did my share, toiled all my life,

 

Built up my security without any strife,

 

I planted, watered, and tended to more than enough,

 

I thought if they wanted, they could help me with stuff,

 

I explained to them I still have lots to learn,

 

But I don’t like the idea of diminishing returns.

 

 

 

 

 

Returning Home


 

Fear & Anticipation

Fear & Anticipation (Photo credit: hartlandmartin)

 

Returning home

 

With trepidation I set out across country, driving towards the sunset.  After months of wrestling over what to do, my destination was set, my mind made up, and now I was on my way.  One hour passed and already I was waffling. “What if I can’t do this?  I’m not ready for such an undertaking.  I should wait until my life improves.”

 

I stopped for coffee and took a few deep breaths.  “I can do this.  One mile at a time, one city at a time, and one day at a time and I’ll be there before my mind rebels again.”

 

Into the dark forbidding night,

 

I worried and fretted as I took flight,

 

Taking charge of a new life direction,

 

Heading for my faraway destination,

 

Discovering old fears in life’s seams,

 

Finding new fears in all my dreams,

 

Returning to my hometown,

 

Facing the emptiness deep down,

 

Nothing before me, everything behind,

 

As I traveled what would I find?

 

Mile after mile the night called,

 

And with morning’s light I was appalled,

 

Everything was arid as far as I could see,

 

This was not the place for me,

 

I had left the forests in my hectic pace,

 

Now rocks and sand were in my face,

 

Still I was determined I had the power,

 

To continue traveling hour after hour,

 

Yet as I left my old world behind,

 

I became eager to see what I might find,

 

All the resources I had at hand,

 

Became power under my command,

 

My confidence grew as the miles flew by,

 

Life was insisting on yet another try,

 

My fears were gone and my strength reborn,

 

I was no longer tired and mentally worn,

 

I decided life wouldn’t be easy but I’d stay the course,

 

Until I claimed my fortune and then I’d rejoice,

 

One mile, one day, my world loomed large,

 

My fears were gone, I was back in charge.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Heartbroken-A Scene From Hell


 

Thrill Kill

Thrill Kill (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

His world was in turmoil,

 

He was not getting the breaks,

 

It was easy to blame others,

 

When his life was at stake,

 

 

 

The pressure was on him,

 

To try harder or give in,

 

And escape those safe walls,

 

That he’d built within,

 

 

 

His environment prepared him,

 

It whetted his appetite for blood,

 

He learned to hate,

 

Things that weren’t understood,

 

 

 

Physically and mentally,

 

He wanted an enemy to destroy,

 

And he searched diligently,

 

For his skills to employ,

 

 

 

He needed a thrill,

 

He decided to shoot and kill,

 

 

 

He connected with new friends,

 

Who disdained boundaries and borders,

 

He roamed the internet daily.

 

And dreamed of a new world order,

 

 

 

Disturbed by foreigners who came,

 

Seeking peace and a brand new start,

 

Into the land of opportunity,

 

Each visitor ready to do his part,

 

 

 

Some were dressed differently,

 

And different languages were spoken,

 

But to him, they were invaders,

 

The immigration system was broken,

 

 

 

He knew how to kill,

 

And he wanted a thrill,

 

 

 

 

 

He blended right in,

 

He was a neighbor but no one’s friend,

 

If he turned on unsuspecting people,

 

The population could be thinned,

 

 

 

He was ready to protect the country,

 

It was the latest trend,

 

He believed aliens were terrorists,

 

Ready to strike from within,

 

 

 

Into the air he shook his fist,

 

He didn’t understand,

 

That he might be the terrorist,

 

Who would stir terror across the land,

 

 

 

If his plan worked well,

 

It would be a scene out of hell,

 

He was cold and analytical,

 

As the final moment fell,

 

 

 

 

 

He would have liked to confide,

 

But he listened to the voice inside,

 

He rushed into the room,

 

Prepared to meet his doom,

 

 

 

A shot echoed from wall to wall,

 

He stumbled and fell,

 

A bullet from a policeman’s gun,

 

Erased his intent and broke the spell,,

 

 

 

There was little time for a warning,

 

The policeman acted on a hunch,

 

Within moments a crowd grew,

 

And they were an angry bunch,

 

 

 

“Police brutality!” they shouted,

 

“The young man didn’t have a chance,

 

He hadn’t harmed anyone,

 

We saw that at a glance.”

 

 

 

The young man’s weapons were loaded,

 

The bullets were real and live,

 

It was obvious if he had started,

 

Few would have survived,

 

 

 

The crowd refused to listen,

 

After he showed them the guns,

 

They stubbornly insisted,

 

“He didn’t shoot anyone,”

 

 

 

Labels of victim, martyr, innocent man,

 

Were quickly applied,

 

Stories were widespread,

 

Saying the policeman would be tried,

 

 

 

The policeman could see,

 

He was in a real fix,

 

But he’d rather be sued by a few,

 

Than carried out by six,

 

 

 

There was quite a commotion,

 

Until notes were found,

 

That explained the young man’s intent,

 

To put dozens in the ground,

 

The policeman was declared a hero,

 

By the mayor of the town,

 

But there were scores more,

 

Who greeted him with a frown,

 

 

 

Outside the sun was shining,

 

On the policeman’s ceremonial day,

 

But another young man lay buried,

 

In a grave not far away,

 

 

 

A slaughter had been aborted,

 

A man’s plans exposed by his mother,

 

The policeman was heartbroken, too,

 

Because he shot and killed his brother.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love Found a Way


 

Golden Valley, AZ sunset funnel cloud

Golden Valley, AZ sunset funnel cloud (Photo credit: Uncle Jerry in Golden Valley, AZ)

 

Red sky at night, sailor's/shepherd's delight.

Red sky at night, sailor’s/shepherd’s delight. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

In the icy throes of winter,

 

Your love was frozen too,

 

My heart hoped for early spring,

 

There was nothing else to do,

 

 

 

Inclement weather and funnel clouds,

 

Took away your romantic bent,

 

I waited for the signs of summer,

 

To show you my intent,

 

 

 

In the sizzling heat of summer,

 

Your heart remained frozen still,

 

Packed among wounds not forgotten,

 

Love had long lost its thrill,

 

 

 

Summer days were too hot,

 

I thought our shadows would melt,

 

You kept me at arm’s length,

 

True love you never felt,

 

 

 

There was one season yet to try,

 

Before all was declared in vain,

 

Autumn rains swept the past away,

 

Allowing love to soothe your pain,

 

 

 

I was patient though eager, too,

 

To see what you might say,

 

When I asked you to marry me,

 

Love finally found a way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Reality of Life


Everyday Life in Armash

Everyday Life in Armash (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am bathed now as I once was, Sponged off and towel dried, But where are the powder and soft skin, I think both were gone long ago, I eat now as I once ate, Soft spooned foods then towel wiped, But where are the foods that I like, Gone with the teeth I once had, I listen to stories as I once did, Short stories that make me glad, But where are the fairy tales of greed and lust, Swallowed up in the reality of everyday life, Where are the friends I once knew, Who traveled down these roads of life, Have they changed, too, as time went by, Or have they escaped the ravages of time, As I sit and remember the days gone by, I find I have returned to my nest, Where things are the same as they once were, Swallowed up in the reality of life.

Wisps


Winter of 1946–1947 in the United Kingdom

Winter of 1946–1947 in the United Kingdom (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Clouds surrounded you as we walked along the beach,

Wisps of clouds were caught in your hair,

You laughed as I tore them away,

Telling me that wisps could never keep me from you,

That was untrue,

For many small things have come between,

My love has slipped away,

Your head is still in the clouds,

And I can hear you laughing once again,

At those wisps that block the sun and hide the moon,

But this time your laughter is not for me,

Wisps mask my pain and gentle rain falls,

I will remember and I’ll tear the wisps from my dreams,

For the small things, those wisps which block the sun and hide the moon,

Kept me from loving you.