Dying Winter dressed in a robes of frost,
Sheltered Baby Spring as icy winds tossed.
Baby Spring wept warm tears to see him die.
“Hush, child, each has his time to go,” he sighed.
The child grew strong and old winter, weak,
He said, “Go child, find that world that you seek.”
I’ll still be with you as the wind and rain.
My child, we do not die, we only change.”
Spring smiled, and tiny leaves covered the trees.
The freezing wind became a playful breeze.
Caterpillars crawled and new-born calves, bawled.
One day, now silver-haired, Spring heard the call.
Baby Summer appeared in Spring’s tired arms,
The baby dreamed of a girl full of charm.
Her beautiful head with bright leaves was crowned.
She twirled ’round in her many-colored gown.
The seasons their paths follow and wend,
As do we, world with out end, AMEN, AMEN!
I went to Union Station, just to visit my mam.
An old man was standing there
With a beard longer than Uncle Sam’s.
I walked up to him and he looked down at me.
“Please, Sir,” I said, “Is this the train to Alabam?”
“Get on board, children, one and all!
This train is heading for 1980’s land!”
Before I knew it, I was seated on that train.
SHRUUUF! SHRUUUF! SHREEET!
We listened to that whistle roar,
Then we were served a slice of Watergate Cake (sheet.)*
Just as soon as we got on board.
It wasn’t bad; I never ate
A cake with cover-up icing before.
Watergate was 70’s, but the 80’s took the cake!
ET came down the aisle and asked, did we want any more.
1984 landslide victory for Reagan,
He appoints Sandra Day O’Conner
To Supreme Court – way to go man!
Suddenly the women were dressed in 80’s clothes!
Electric, neon colors, bold shapes and patterns,
Baggy tops with fitted bottoms,
Dainty ballet flats, completed the ensemble of Mesdames.
(ET served lunch: Paul Wenner’s munchie Gardenburger*)
Dessert was mud pie and dirt cake.
Saddam Hussein spoke of the “whirlwind war.”
Ice Tea, Bon Jovi; Breakdancing, a new music take.
Famous films: Raging Bull, Chariots of Fire, Taxi Driver.
January 26, 1986: The Challenge blew up in the sky.
People pressed the the train’s windows,
There wasn’t a person who didn’t cry.
A moment of stunned silence passed for a prayer.
A reporter interviewed Kristal Cantwell.**
What is your favorite 1980’s sport’s memory?
“Dodger’s beat Oakland A’s. I remember it clear as a bell.
4-1 in the 1988 World Series.
“Let this trip be a lesson to you,” the old man cried above the din
The train ground to a stop in Union Station.
“Don’t leave the past behind, as if it’s never been.”
Shakily we climbed off the train.
So, if you see a bearded old man
Standing beside a train, as if waiting for YOU,
Stop, turn around and run as fast as you can,
Or you may take a trip to 80’s land!
**Kristal Cantwell is my daughter. I’ve interviewed her every since she could talk.
Did POTUS tell Cohen to lie?
Mueller says no,
But Buzzfeed says it’s so.
Who to believe? It’s a breeze,
Only the facts* don’t lie!
- Facts: The bits and pieces of truth* left over after redactions
- Truth: Whatever facts of reality that can be gleaned after MSM distortions and government censorship…
See below tweets: Robert Mueller’s office shoots…/The Latest Buzzfeed stands by…
The falcon falls…
Seizing its prey in mid-air.
The lion leaps…
Slashing its living food.
Some men connive…
And enslave other men.
One man said let’s follow love’s way,
And like The Gentle Shepherd
So he followed the path of peace,
Until death hurtled through the air.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
We’ve gathered our bouquets,
We’ve sung our hymns,
We’ve shed our tears,
And mourned the cost of liberty!
But now, let’s not weep, instead rejoice,
And celebrate the life of a man who would
Not pursue violence, but instead,
Followed the path of brotherhood!
(revised January 16, 2019)
A few years back, I wrote a simple Halloween-like poem and went to publish it on my, then, social media account. To my surprise, it was rejected. When I asked why, they in turn asked me, to the effect, why I thought it might have been rejected. I was stunned.
Some of my fellow members told me, it wasn’t just me, that it was believed to be a mistake that had been corrected. So I submitted it again for publication, and it was again rejected. I asked why and this time there was no answer. Eventually, I closed the account, still utterly mystified. So, when the current account suspensions on social media began to happen, it raised red flags in my mind. It seemed to me I had heard that song before, as the lyrics go. As before, to find out why the account has been suspended, one is invited to read over the rules. In my opinion, ethically, this is not right.
- The person is not told WHY (s)he has been suspended.
2. That makes it appear that the member is wrong and social media is right.
3. The member’s reputation suffers; when one tries to go to that site, it says that the account has been suspended and invites you to scan the rules. There is no way given for the singled out member to defend themself. Emotionally, this is a downer. (Actually, when it happened to me, I wrote a little play about it, and to my amazement, they published it, with fictional characters and names, and I felt great, if confused.) There didn’t seem to be any objective principles involved in the situation.
4. To see one’s fellow-member have their account closed, and treated as if they had done something wrong, yet not saying what, is saddening. This is not how one’s fellow man should be treated in my way of thinking. It may be within the law, but it’s not ethical.
In the fast dissolving line dividing government and private business, here is a backdoor by which the dark specter of censorship can step into our lives: Like charter schools run with mixed funds (both government and private), like our vanishing privacy through government surveillance, like whistleblowers not being able to defend themselves because of an antiquated, ill-worded, outdated law. You are found guilty, because you might have broken one of their rules! and YOU are required to find which rule. Alice in Wonderland, move over!
When I was looking at some of my old writing I came across the poem that was rejected for no given reason, Dark Legend When the Hodag Walks and the play that I wrote, Bugged:
Church bells ring,
In throbbing tones
They throng and clang,
HAPPY NEW YEAR, JOYOUS
NEW YEAR, and to political
prisoners, shackled and muted,
Humiliated and tortured, may they
Be freed on this New Year Eve! Re-
turn to them their human rights!
Let this be, a FREE NEW YEAR
Kaspersky Lab handed the thief over,
To NSA, who arrested him.
Hmmm, said NSA to their crew,
Catch a criminal who robbed us
And turn him over to us;
That’s a suspicious thing for Kaspersky Lab to do!
*Scroll to below tweet: Exclusive How a Russian Firm Helped…
(courtesy of pexels.com)
Click – Click – Tweetle – Beep,
I come to apply for a teaching job.
Where -blip – is the Superintendent?
Bleep – Click – Tw-e-e-e-e-p! (Pardon me!)
I don’t need medical insurance,
Just a Computer Technician to service me.
The children can call me, “Tweetcher.”
Oh yes, what is a child and who
Will program me to program the children?
WATCH OUT! POWER F…A…I…L…u…r~~~
Sloshed through puddles of political mud,
Down at Shadowgate Pond,
Where coal black shadows rise and fall;
Some look alive and seem mighty tall.
Be afraid, Angel, they seem to call.
But she just shoved her halo to the side,
As if struggling with an impulse
To reach out and smack,
The shirking cowards hiding in the inky black,
Wrecking lives, pushing buttons of power,
From their safe, secret gold-lined bowers,
Mostly paid for with our U.S. Tax dollars!
Courtesy of Pixabay
An Angel stood in this political goo.
In this mess, shoes wouldn’t do.
To help those bound and damned
You need boots on the ground
To make your stand!
Courtesy of Pixabay