I do not believe hate can destroy hate. Hate only intensifies when more hate is added to the flames.  Love is the only way to keep hate from growing.   Love’s powerful emotion will gradually smooth and soothe until hate runs and hides.  Only love can mend broken people, broken nations, and broken hearts.


The world tries to hide its shame.  Wars, rape, hunger–who’s to blame?

“Turn off the news!” someone shouts.  “It’s going to be another terrible day.”

When you close your eyes and cry, and do nothing except watch someone die,

Are you giving up without another chance to try?

The words of poets are powerful and should wake us and inspire,

I think we have a bigger purpose than simply preaching to the choir.

My friends, I hear voices from the graves.  They honor poets and writers

as those who are brave.  Words that carry love and dissipate hate will live long after our bones have crumbled.  Speak up and let love once again retake our land. Go in peace and love.

June 29, 2017



“Go away,” I said.

“I have no time to argue with you.”

Two young men stood at my door.

“May we come in?” one asked,

Evidently expecting more.

“No, I’m busy.  I don’t have time to waste.”

I was in the middle of writing a verse,

Did I need the distraction? No, I wanted to immerse

Deep into meditation,

Fill my head with ideas of things I could do,

Pray for a world that has a different view.

I said, “Let’s get on our knees and pray

For those who are hurt today.

There are bombings, terrorism, slavery, things we might stress

Our children are dying or under duress.

Attacks, wars, famine, disasters in our range.

Help the sick, the poor, Let’s do what we can,

This world is ready for us to step on the stage

Give aid to others then turn the page.

Let all things be beautiful all over the earth,

We can work together and show our worth.

All religions, all dreams, respect for all people

Whoever they might be,

We could join forces and change history.

Wars could be over in the blink of an eye,

I know it sounds strange, but let’s try, let’s try.



There will be no peace,

Unless there are no lies.

There will be no love,

Unless we try to understand each other.

We can talk forever without saying a truth.

We can speak of hope,

But let hope slip away.

We can laugh together,

And keep war at bay.

There will never be peace,

Without songs of joy and faith.

Although volumes of poetry will be written,

The world can never truly have peace,

Until all people are treated with respect and love.



I saw peace in the form of a dove descending,
Peace, sent from above, being offered to all people, including me.
“Who wants peace?” I asked. I was sure all would agree.
“Not me,” I heard over and over again.
“We don’t want peace when there’s a chance to win!”
A dark cloud began to descend. Lightning flashed and a storm began.
“And if we lose?” I asked.
“You are a pessimist!” someone shouted. “Let the wars begin!”
I fell on my face, as did many of other languages, color, or place.
“Lord, forgive those who wage war. They don’t know what they ask.”
One bright ray came through the cloud.
I shook my head. The seekers of peace were few.
I already knew that peace might be through.
“Lord, how about a thousand who want peace?”
A bolt of lightning, then thunder shook the ground.
This should be easy. I’m sure a thousand are around.
But war was the topic of the day.
“We will win this war quickly,” I heard people say.
“Lord, how about a measly ten?”
But people were already making their choice.
They spoke of the good things about war and of the same voice.
Dark clouds were building in the sky.
The Lord began weeping because people were keeping
their eyes and ears closed and accepting war as their reality.
I looked around. Not even ten wanting peace could be found.
Peace, which had been descending, disappeared into the clouds.
I was no longer proud.
Less than ten, and even those were beginning to bend.
“Lord, will you let me begin again?”
A new Garden of Eden where peace could restart,
Love at the center of each remaining heart,
Yet as I gazed upon the Garden, I saw the dove descend.
Just for a moment I saw a perfect world,
I gasped, “Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel!”
One small chance to choose wisely right from the start,
And I already knew Cain carried murder in his heart.
What could I do differently than this other man?
Was I willing to try harder and keep peace in my plan?
I looked up and saw the dove again.

May 20, 2017

Nowhere on Earth

The Earth seen from Apollo 17.
The Earth seen from Apollo 17. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Nowhere on Earth


From the first time I saw her,


I thought she was beautiful.


Her eyes held flecks of green,


They mesmerized me.


And her innocence hid behind,


A smile that lit up the sky.


Who was I to know,


What was waiting around the bend.


Sweet kisses sealed an agreement,


Unspoken at first,


And hugs became more demanding,


Unsatisfied with mere warmth,


Until the night passion met passion,


And needs and desires were met.


I felt no shame in what we did,


Strong feelings had turned into love,


And we claimed each other.


She became even more beautiful,


Because she carried my child.


We had a secret,


We were waiting to tell the world.


Then one day she was gone.


Her family refused to talk about her.


Her absence left a hole in my heart,


Only she could fill.


She had disappeared completely,


Ready to give birth,


Nowhere on Earth.


One year later I saw her again,


More beautiful than ever,


In her arms she carried my child.


Our features were evident,


Our child displaying the best of both,


Eyes with flecks of green,


My human skin,


Her big green smile,


All was there,


Perhaps our child would be taunted,


Or maybe even beaten,


Because she was different.


Our child was beautiful,


Carried by her mother,


Adored by her father,


Two worlds unified in peace and war,


The first to cross over,


The first of her kind.












The Stone Princess

The Meaning of Life
The Meaning of Life (Photo credit: Jari Schroderus)

Why am I here?


The thought goes through my mind,


There must be a reason,


But the answer is hard to find,




“The place is yours while you’re there,


Treat it like it’s your own,


It needs some work but you’ll see,


It’ll make you a very nice home,”




It was not entirely true,


The offer he made to me,


For hidden behind the scenes,


Was the power I could not see,




“Do what she wants to keep the peace,”


Her heart has turned to stone,


And I could feel her words strike,


As they pierced me to the bone,




If I must live under her rule,


And bow to her every whim,


Then I cannot stay in this place,


And let my light grow dim,




I want a place to call my own,


To rescue or restore,


And should I maintain it well,


It’ll last a few years more,




If the stone princess should follow,


In an effort to keep control,


She’ll lose all she was meant to be,


Her heart, her mind, her soul.













When the Wall Fell

I cheered when the wall came down,

Thinking darkness and secrecies of mankind,

Would be opened and exposed,

And love and hope I would find,


When people of other countries rebelled,

Speaking up against injustice and tyranny,

With sit-ins and rallies, they refused to leave,

Until voices were heard and they were free,


But militant groups raised their guns,

Determined their type of order must prevail,

Pushing dissidents from roads and parks,

Insisting that peaceful protestors must fail,


The internet buzzed as countries fell one by one,

As people shed their blood for freedom won,

Yet tyranny would not easily back down,

For power and wealth are rarely done,


From various news sources we saw police,

In scenes reminiscent of Kent State,

Pepper spray and bash some heads,

Creating again deep strands of hate,


A politician uttered comments of glee,

“If they just do what they’re told,

They’ll always be free,”


Not understanding the truths that are sought,

Of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,

Eloquently stated by our founding fathers,

Peace cannot be forced under brutal duress,


Their blood stains the peaceful ground,

As people stand against those who oppress,

As waves of protest go from town to town,

Facing those who are trying to suppress,


When any of those selected to protect and serve,

Become the abusers of our society,

Then we become more like the rest of the world,

Fighting our own brand of tyranny,


Our domestic tranquility must not be induced by fear,

Nor should the general welfare fall under the heel,

Of any group with power or status who would dare steer,

Away from peace and make our blessings of liberty less real.



Mother-Web (a novel)

Mother-Web (part 1)

After the great nuclear war a devastating plague decimated most of mankind.  In the few remaining spheres only nursing mothers and babies protected by diathelic immunity survived.  After years of struggling, the remaining women began communicating with new purpose.  As male babies grew up they were kept from decision-making processes because it was thought that men were naturally aggressive and therefore dangerous.  As a group, women decided hostility and aggression was a disease that needed to be eradicated.

There was a time of peace.  During this time women found ways to network and exchange information.  Out of necessity women recreated society’s infrastructure and developed their government. They were positive they could govern more logically and fairly than men ever had or ever could. Without wars to slow or stop progress, science and technology also grew at a rapid pace.  Women decided they would not take a chance on men ever gaining control and destroying the world again.

There was little tolerance for hostility. Young males who weren’t able to work peacefully were confined.  If their attitudes remained unchanged, they were brought outside the spheres and left to die.  They could live only if they could survive on their own. The few obedient males were kept alive for procreation as long as they were useful. Then they, too, were left outside.  But as the need for certain minerals developed, men became useful again in mining those minerals.

The rules were strict and males were expected to be totally compliant.  As a precaution, absolute obedience had to be learned at an early age.  Microchips were installed in each child’s brain, whether male or female, and each mother had the power and the responsibility of keeping her child “in line”.  At the age of responsibility females were released from mind control but males were always to be dominated.  Laws had been made for the benefit of society and there was no reason to change them.

Men were allowed minimal educations and were assigned their life tasks and jobs.  Any assignments or changes had to be approved by the Council of Elders.  As a group the Elders maintained strict rules and regulations, insuring that men were kept at their designated status.

As the son of a high-ranking mother and because he was obedient, Kenar was allowed to receive a more advanced education.  Although most men were sent to work in mines far under the sphere, Kenar was an exception.  He was being groomed for a different life, a special life that would keep him physically fit yet pampered.  All he had to do was obey and perform on command.

Kenar slid out of bed and started running at a steady rhythmic pace, his statistics displayed on the wall before him.  Drowsily he glanced at the mirrors and slowed to admire his trim, muscular frame.  He thought he was in good shape.

“Kenar, you’re three ounces over the limit,” a voice said harshly.  “You’ll have to increase your distance and time.”  Startled, he pushed two buttons on the treadmill and picked up his pace.  The treadmill monitored his progress and beeped after he had burned enough calories to make up for the three ounces.  He slowed but a voice said, “Fifteen more minutes.  You have to be sure.”

Beads of perspiration were already forming on his forehead but he obeyed the voice.  For fifteen minutes he ran until his mind and body were fully alert and functional.  He checked his pulse.  Satisfied that his workout had been strenuous enough he stepped off the machine and put it away. The extra fifteen minute requirement was satisfied but there was no time to relax. Kenar showered and dressed quickly.  His day was already planned.  He could not be late.

Far above him the sphere’s skin dispersed the morning light.  Only one tenth of the sphere, like a huge shining iceberg, curved out into the dark amber air that dominated the atmosphere.  Yet even with the sun’s brilliance only the half-awake gardeners and herdswomen up on ground level, or the Ruling Mother and the influential Elders with their rooms opened with skylights knew when the sunlight reached the sphere.

Kenar’s room, many levels down into the earth, was almost dark except for the green lights that displayed time, distance and statistics.  Like all rooms and compartments of the great silver sphere, his room was kept at a constant sixty-seven degrees.   Today it seemed warmer.

“That extra fifteen minutes upset my internal thermostat,” he thought.

“Don’t even go there,” came back a reply.  “I know best.”  Again he felt his mother’s familiar thoughts piercing his brain.   “Hurry up, sweetheart.  It’s time to start a new week.  My smart planner set your digital chef.  It shouldn’t be long before your soybean cakes and hot barley drink are ready.  Hurry, hurry!  You have to save enough time for your teeth to be brushed properly.  Remember, the Express won’t wait.”

“Leave me alone, Mother. Can’t you let me do things by myself?  I have to start managing my own life.”

“But son, it’s been three days since I’ve communicated with you.  I worry about you.  Are you taking care of yourself properly the way I taught you?  Did you take your vitamins and thymus injections?   You know you have to keep your immunizations up.  I don’t want you getting sick.”

“Go away, Mother.  I’m thirty-four years old.  I have a responsible job with the communications center.  I’m old enough to be on my own.”

“But Kenny, what if the Elders heard you say that?  You know the rules.  Children, especially males, cannot do without their mothers until they’re at least fifty.  Even then responsible mothers must still provide a little guidance.”

“Ok, ok!  You’re right! I do know the rules.  But those injections…I won’t need them until I‘m at least sixty.  I’m not beginning to show any deterioration yet.  You know that.”

“You can never be too sure, son.  Remember that girl four levels down who got a cold a few years ago?  You saw how she started to age.  There’s no reason for you to get wrinkles under your eyes or a few gray hairs.  You won’t be allowed to live as long as women do, but if you keep up those thymus shots you might at least reach one hundred and fifty.  I’m only trying to help you for your own good.”

“Listen to your mother’s words of wisdom.”  On every screen and on the sides of walls everywhere he went, the message was always the same.  There was no point in arguing with Mother.  It was a losing battle.  With Mother on the same brain wave he couldn’t avoid her.   Besides, it had always been that way.

Kenar couldn’t remember when the chip, a micro-miniaturized computer, had been inserted into his head.  He was used to Mother zooming in and out of his thoughts at random times.  Sometimes she had messages to give him and at other times she only wanted to dominate.

Just once he wanted to argue with her and win.  That aspect didn’t seem possible in the foreseeable future.  If he ever just once got the upper hand it was unlikely she would be a good loser.

Kenar didn’t really know if she would turn him in for thinking heretical thoughts.  There were stories of mothers who had turned their children over to the authorities. Mother would do whatever was best for society.  The consequences of disobedience were terrible.   He could be sent to the mines.  Some males who dared question authority were sent there to work for the rest of their lives.  Mother probably wouldn’t have him sent there.  But the infraction would not be ignored.  Something would happen and the other punishments were even more frightening.

It was hard enough to listen to Mother espouse the rules of society.  It was even worse to be locked up and………..Kenar froze as he thought of the confines.  Mother had brought him there once after one of his outbursts.

He remembered seeing the inmates behind the walls of their transparent cubicles writhing in torment.  He didn’t have to be told they were being tortured within their heads.

Control by Mother was bad enough but the thought of multi-channel implants made him shiver.  With several women in charge of his thoughts it would be pure hell.  There was no way to please all of them.  They would harass him constantly.

Yet Kenar knew the ultimate punishment could be even worse.  If the Elders became unhappy with his thoughts, his implant would be simply overloaded on the carrier frequency and his mind would be gradually or quickly destroyed, depending on the whims of those in charge.  He could imagine his brain exploding under all the pressure.

The punishments were real.  He had seen too many men staring blankly at walls, their minds gone, standing and waiting for something to happen.  He would follow the rules because he could not risk pushing Mother too far.

Christmas is not a Time for Peace

Christmas is not a time for peace,

But a time for waging war,

There are homeless in the trenches,

Amid the blood and gore,

So go where you’ve never been,

Let your kindness roar,

Who will heed the cries for help,

From the meek and mild?

Who will force the abusers away,

From the defenseless child?

Go where you’ve never been,

Let your conscience run wild,

Christmas is not a time for peace,

But a time to speak out,

Against laxity, oppression, discrimination,

And without any doubt,

Against poverty, waste, disease, and crime,

The four horsemen of death,

This day should be a day to battle,

Until the last fleeting breath,

Do what you’ve never done,

Until the battle’s won,

Let the battle cries ring loud and true,

As we stamp out fear,

We can make this the most special time,

To wipe away the tears,

Do more than you’ve ever done,

To bring some Christmas cheer,

What if you and I could change history,

By doing what we can,

What if we changed the lives of a few,

And created a peaceful strand,

We could do more than we’ve ever done,

To make this the promised land,

 Christmas could be a time of joy,

Because we did so much more,

Dreams of peace could take root and grow,

Instead of dreams of war.

Caretaker of the Earth

Caretaker of the Earth

I am a caretaker of the earth,

For I have no peace unless I

Feel the soil under my fingernails,

Johnny Appleseed was a step ahead,

Or he was me, for in my dreams,

I walked new lands,

Bending, stooping, planting,

Planting orchards in my wake,

Birds sang my song,

And bees hummed as I went along,

Wild animals treated me as an old friend,

I am a caretaker of the earth,

I cannot ignore the cries of the land,

In my dreams there is more than planting seeds,

I hold myself responsible for violent deeds,

Things I’ve left undone, or not done to my best,

Haunt my dreams and put me to the test

So come along, my friend,

Perhaps to my defense you can attest.

 (But Lord, You Can’t Blame Me!)

I think the Lord doesn’t understand.   I found that out today,

“What have you done to my garden?” I heard the Lord say,

“Lord, I was asleep.  It just wasn’t my fault,

I didn’t see anyone cover it with asphalt,”

“Where are my fishes? I’ve searched down and even deeper,”

“Wait a minute, Lord. Am I the fishes’ keeper?”

“Where are my animals? He whispered with dread,

“They got in the way, Lord.  They’re dead, all dead.”

“Is that a mushroom cloud hanging over mankind?”

“But, Lord, that’s the only way of peace we could find.”

“You must try harder. Give up your wasteful way.”

“But, Lord, I only take what I want.  Even then I pray.”

“I’m one of the good guys. Why should I repent?

I salute the flag.  I give ten percent.”

I saw the skies grow dark and the wind began to howl,

“You’ve disappointed me,” I could see his angry scowl,

“But, Lord,” I muttered, “you can’t blame me.

I’ve done all I could.  Don’t you agree?”

The dream was awful, for it made me feel,

That what I was dreaming was in some ways real,

As a caretaker I cannot let others pillage and rape,

And watch the earth destroyed as I stand and gape.

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