DON’T YOU AGREE?


Our country is strong because we agree

On the same principles.

Our country is even stronger because we can disagree

And accept our differences.

Should we agree and march to the same tune

We square our shoulders and see eye to eye.

But if we disagree we hold our heads high,

Because Ideas discussed and digested

Allow us to fly.

To break the shackles of all and stand tall for what is right,

is the strength of our country, not military might,

or the ability to fight.

If we defend minorities, differences, questions,

And all that ensues,

We prove all people are equal,

No matter what we do.

It’s our country whether right or wrong,

It is not a dictatorship that tells us what to do.

It is our differences that make us strong.

United we stand, divided we fall

That is the truth and it applies to all.

September 23, 2017

 

DON’T YOU AGREE?

 

Our country is strong because we agree

On the same principles.

Our country is even stronger because we can disagree

And accept our differences.

Should we agree and march to the same tune

We square our shoulders and see eye to eye.

But if we disagree we hold our heads high,

Because Ideas discussed and digested

Allow us to fly.

To break the shackles of all and stand tall for what is right,

is the strength of our country, not military might,

or the ability to fight.

If we defend minorities, differences, questions,

And all that ensues,

We prove all people are equal,

No matter what we do.

It’s our country whether right or wrong,

It is not a dictatorship that tells us what to do.

It is our differences that make us strong.

United we stand, divided we fall

That is the truth and it applies to all.

September 23, 2017

 

 

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HEY, MR. PRESIDENT


HEY, MR. PRESIDENT!

 

I don’t care whose bomb is bigger,

Get your hands away from the nuclear trigger.

When negotiations fail and all is lost,

There is no way to calculate the cost.

Somewhere in space mixed with cosmic dust,

Life continues to exist only if there’s love and trust.

But hot-headed men with toys of war

Still threaten us with missiles from afar.

Don’t they know that we all will lose,

No matter which weapons we eventually use?

Mr. President, try thinking but do not speak.

Your tweets are empty and very weak.

I don’t care whose toy is bigger,

Get your hands away from the nuclear trigger.

August 29, 2017

 

HURRICANE OF LOVE


I wasn’t paying attention

When the storm roared in,

Rain poured down in torrents,

And caught me by surprise,

a terrible way to begin.

Water quickly rose to my ankles,

And I considered my present state,

But I didn’t run away, nor did I hesitate.

This was just a storm, not one to fear,

It was like all the others that appeared year after year.

I dallied in the cold waters, splashing around,

While the menacing water was rising all over town.

It was now up to my knees,

But I could still do just as I pleased.

People were evacuating, the water was getting deep,

And It was time for me to get serious,

For I had promises to keep.

But I didn’t listen to my heart,

I knew I couldn’t appease her, it might already be too late,

 So I hardened my heart and left it all to fate.

 The water was up to my chest,

And the current was strong.

But I began searching for my lover,

I had ignored her too long.

Cars were floating and the water was up to my chin,

People were climbing to their roof tops

It was quite a predicament I was in.

I couldn’t find my lover at first,

I worried she had been swept away,

I had not kept her safe, now there was hell to pay.

I dove into the murky water and searched each room,

I could not leave her to die alone in a watery tomb.

I was losing hope when I spotted a very small mouse.

Of course, I thought, as I followed him to the attic.

Aware that I might also get trapped inside the house.

From out of a corner something stirred.

My heart jumped when my love rushed into my arms.

She was safe and I held her tight.

Warmth and love were needed to escape further harm.

 While we waited for rescuers to appear,

We gave up selfish thoughts,

And pledged our love anew,

All we needed was a hurricane of love,

Nothing else would ever do.

August 28, 2017

 

 

I wasn’t paying attention

When the storm roared in,

Rain poured down in torrents,

And caught me by surprise,

a terrible way to begin.

Water quickly rose to my ankles,

And I considered my present state,

But I didn’t run away, nor did I hesitate.

This was just a storm, not one to fear,

It was like all the others that appeared year after year.

I dallied in the cold waters, splashing around,

While the menacing water was rising all over town.

It was now up to my knees,

But I could still do just as I pleased.

People were evacuating, the water was getting deep,

And It was time for me to get serious,

For I had promises to keep.

But I didn’t listen to my heart,

I knew I couldn’t appease her, it might already be too late,

 So I hardened my heart and left it all to fate.

 The water was up to my chest,

And the current was strong.

But I began searching for my lover,

I had ignored her too long.

Cars were floating and the water was up to my chin,

People were climbing to their roof tops

It was quite a predicament I was in.

I couldn’t find my lover at first,

I worried she had been swept away,

I had not kept her safe, now there was hell to pay.

I dove into the murky water and searched each room,

I could not leave her to die alone in a watery tomb.

I was losing hope when I spotted a very small mouse.

Of course, I thought, as I followed him to the attic.

Aware that I might also get trapped inside the house.

From out of a corner something stirred.

My heart jumped when my love rushed into my arms.

She was safe and I held her tight.

Warmth and love were needed to escape further harm.

 While we waited for rescuers to appear,

We gave up selfish thoughts,

And pledged our love anew,

All we needed was a hurricane of love,

Nothing else would ever do.

August 28, 2017

 

 

 

 

IS THIS THE TIME


FORGIVE AND FORGET

 

Time goes by so fast,

And it takes two to let go of the past.

Their lives are not over yet,

If they are ready to forgive and forget.

He’s still got his kids

Though his life is on the skids.

It is not a good time to dump him.

She considers his needs

And why he closes the door.

But she needs to talk, to feel his hurt,

She can’t stand silence anymore.

The children expect presents and fun,

While his life is coming undone.

But it’s not a good time to dump him.

She wonders why their relationship

Is completely off the track

Maybe it is over and done

And they might never get it back!

Birthdays, anniversaries,

All are markers of time.

Is this the time to dump him?

Holidays are coming

And the world is full of joy and peace.

Will wonders never cease?

Is this the time to dump him?

At first she tries to fight

But his barbed words rip her deep.

She thought she could win the war,

But the price for winning is steep.

She stumbles as she walks,

Her voice breaks as she talks.

Her eyes are soft and clear

But her face shows wear and tear.

Her feelings are dripping with hate

Her emotions are burning within,

If he won’t listen

She will find a way to punish him.

Things said are venomous and terse,

As they attack again and again.

But the battle only gets worse.  

There is no way either can win.

Is this the time to dump him?

August 14, 2017

AMPLE ROOM TO GROW


AMPLE ROOM TO GROW

There are many who believe there are no angels,

But I believe angels walk wherever there is light.

When we block the light,

 We are deceived by demons who are quick

To lead us astray.

I make choices, not just to please others,

But to prove who I am, and who I want to be.

I am not deceived to think only good exists,

Or that evil is out of control.

Neither do I believe that evil drives my soul.

I realize that hormonal imbalances, prescriptions and

Drugs not meant for you or me,

Stress to a high degree,

Listening to the beat of different drums,

Persuasions of power or envy,

All take their toll as I struggle to make sense of an illogical world.

I believe there are liars who walk among us,

And sometimes it is me.

I am not a psychologist who understands all I need to know,

I make many mistakes, which leaves ample room to grow.

I am just a simple poet who goes where few care to go.

I walk among you but I am no angel.

My light shines in the darkness but many lights are needed to illuminate the world.

I want laughter, not tears, Wisdom, not fear,

I am broken, needing repair, needing love, not despair.

I walk among you not as an angel, but as a friend.

Give me your hand and we will lift each other up to the Promised Land.

stresschoic8/5/17

FIX THE LEAKS


FIX THE LEAKS

As I get older I fit into society better than ever.

I think about my health, my finances, religion and weather.

It’s more than finding out what’s wrong

Because it’s been of great concern all along.

I listened to our President and I’m beginning to freak,

Because it’s time that I should fix my leak.

The problem is around me and everything depends

If I have control straight through to the end.

Tires get leaks, roofs leak too,

Leaks keep me awake nighttime through.

Boats spring leaks and become dangerous and sink,

Footballs get leaks and drive men to drink.

All over the country it’s the topic of the week,

Surely someone knows how to fix a leak.

Leaks in government destroy security and trust,

Yet I want our government to be true and just.

Too much power in the hand s of a few

Without restraints concern me and should alarm you.

The President seems anxious to fix his leak.

If he doesn’t fix it soon he could be up a creek.

Leaks in gossip are entertaining to hear,

But leaks without controls could bring destruction near.

I hope it is simple to fix a leak,

And all my words are truthful as I speak.

There is less need to fix a leak,

If I am honest and it’s truth I seek.

August 4, 2017

 

STATUE OF LIBERTY


STATUE OF LIBERTY

If the Statue of Liberty could talk,

What would she say to citizens today?

She might say, “I would not give the keys to my heart

To everyone by capricious whim.

There are those I would keep out,

And those I would invite in.

I would open the doors each day

And smile at those who come to work or pray,

An island greeting those who are ready to share,

The opportunities and love discovered here.

Those who come with bigotry and hate

And those who haven’t learned to celebrate

Differences,

I would ask them to wait.

My land is home for the weary, a place of hope,

A place they can adjust and learn to cope,

A place to shake fear from timid heart,

Leaving violence behind and getting a new start.

The keys to my heart would only be given

To those with new lives to begin.

This country was founded on blood, grit, and tears.

On that basis I have lasted for years.

To those who are here to prey

And steal all precious dreams away,

There should not be left any doubt.

I would select many to come in,

But there are those I would keep out.”

August 4, 2017

Born Lucky


I was born lucky.  I would have chosen my parents right from the start.  I was loved and I felt loved. Maybe they chose me and maybe I chose them.  They were a perfect fit.  I would never claim I was better than others or worse than others.  I know that I saw the world around me with a different view than others had.  When my friends and neighbors complained about their siblings or parents, I  remained silent or said I would choose the same two brothers and the  same four sisters and the same parents.

We didn’t always agree on some subjects but I  knew that our parents were special.  It wasn’t about money.  Money didn’t buy happiness. It wasn’t about material things at all.  We learned to enjoy the foods we had, mostly beans and potatoes and corn bread, and occasionally biscuits and gravy.  It wasn’t about the things we didn’t have.  We learned to use what we had and do without the things we didn’t have. Flour sacks became clothes. Hand-me-downs were common.  Time spent with family was valuable time.  Respect and truth and love were important.  Each day was part of a life-long learning experience.

Even though I didn’t have much I learned how to work, how to play, how to enjoy the world every day.  I was not perfect but I didn’t feel mean or rotten.  I wanted to help people who were hurting, sad, or lonely.  I was usually considered “nice”.  I was a good person, willing to help neighbors and friends.  I could change a tire, carry buckets of water, travel across countries, and participate in games without getting angry as long as there were rules to follow.  I believed in rules and fairness.

Lucky? Maybe I should say I was treated fairly in life. When I saw what others had, what they needed, and the conditions surrounding them, I knew I was blessed.  The world around us did not appear fair in its treatment to others.  Perhaps I was so naïve or oblivious to problems that I escaped what could have been painful experiences.

When I compared my circumstances with others, I began to wake up and observe.  When I visited a friend who  made great claims regarding things he owned, I discovered the truth.  His imagination gave him all the things he didn’t have.  He didn’t live in a mansion. He didn’t drive a fancy car.  He was surrounded by problems that he chose not to see.  He was ashamed to invite me inside his house. The house was tiny and crowded. The windows were broken and needed replacements. The floor had holes.  The house was cold and damp.

The worst of it was the human factor.  How could they survive with conditions like this? It got worse.  In another room his brother sat on a bed in dirty clothes. His eyes were glazed over, flies were clustered all over his face, and yet he was smiling.   I could not imagine living in that home.  His parents were sitting at the kitchen table, discussing the weather, waiting for some super cells to hit the area, and wondering where to go.

Maybe that is why I began volunteering, helping out when I could.  I came into this world looking to do something for others and this was my opportunity to quit talking and begin acting.  I am lucky because I got a good start in life. My life has been blessed even though I have physical problems. Physical problems will not hold me back. I am a poet and a writer.  I must encourage others to help make the world a better place. I must act quickly because death is always waiting and I don’t have time to die.

July 23, 2017

 

 

 

 

YOU THINK?


Your story reminds me of an incident that happened long ago and far away, and it’s a true story.  I was divorced and dating a woman with three kids.  The oldest child would do some creative thinking when he was bored.  He could be very good but he was bored often and needed attention.  One afternoon I decided we could go to a park and play softball.  It seemed harmless enough at the time.

the kids weren’t ready to play so they began looking for things to rip apart or accidently destroy. I was young once so that seemed reasonable. When they began throwing rocks at each other, I was hesitant about letting it continue. But their mother thought it was o.k. until another family complained about the rocks bouncing off their car.  They suggested we take our family to a quiet place with thick metal bars.

We compromised by letting them throw water balloons at each other.  Harmless, right? It didn’t take long before they were soaked and cold.  They didn’t have other clothes to wear so they began whining and fighting.  Perfectly normal, right? The oldest began teasing his sister.  His mom blew up! She was tired of all the noise.

They were hungry, wet, and cold. I suggested I could buy them lunch at a mini mart close by.  I pulled up, set the hand brake and kept it in gear. The space was slanted but we were all going inside. But, no! Because the oldest had been bad he would be punished by staying in the car. No supervision, one mad child, hungry, cold, wanting to get away……Now it doesn’t seem like such a good idea.  At the time I was very concerned but I went inside with them.

It didn’t immediately dawn on me that customers and workers were running in the same direction for a reason. I wanted to see what was so exciting!  I was almost run over by the crowd so I went to check on Toby. I thought he must have seen the exciting action(whatever it was).  There was a catch! I couldn’t find Toby,  And, yes, the car was missing!

While we were in the store Toby decided he would run away, er, drive away. He was able to take the car out of gear AND release the hand brake. When nothing was holding the car in place, Toby turned the steering wheel and the car went backwards down the hill, up a small ramp, jumped over two cars without touching them, and came to a stop suspended between two large lamp posts. I climbed up and carefully opened the front passenger door.  Two dark eyes in a very pale face stared back at me.

“Toby, are you o.k.?” I asked him several questions before turning him over to his mother. Cars were blocked from using the road so two tow trucks hooked onto my car, front and back, and slowly lowered it to the ground.  I gathered everybody and we returned to civilization. Score: nobody hurt, no damage to car, no arrests.  Just one tired boy with one big adventure. And yes, just like many of my stories, I believe angels always watch over me and those with me.

july 23, 2017

 

 

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