Water

Something so simple,
something so singularly connected to life,
something, as necessary, as the air we breathe.

How has it become so complicated?

How much to drink a day? Eight or more,
but never enough, from what I keep being told.

How it should be filtered?  So we convince
ourselves there is nothing but water in water.

Can you rinse water?

What portable container we should carry?  For
wherever we go, we cannot trust un-bonded sources.

Bottled, sparkling or tap at a restaurant,
ice, no ice, maybe a lemon?

Is it on the south pole of the moon
so we can somehow live in such a forbidden place?

Will there be enough when rivers run
dry, but melting glaciers flood coastal towns?

There is too much, and not enough at
the same time or so it seems.

Part of the recipe for coffee or tea, for without
which, how could we meet to discuss important matters?

Ah, but for me, I prefer to contemplate just a bit of water
in a tumbler of single-malted scotch and little else!

 

 

Itsy Bitsy

The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again

And down came the rain all over again.

And where is that famous spider sense I’ve heard all about?
Why doesn’t it know the rain is coming down again?
And with all its capability isn’t there another route
for such an itsy bitsy spider finding higher ground?

These are important life questions which must
be answered, for how could we explain just how
this world works if we can’t explain the itsy bitsy
spider and its life-long problem with the rain?

And don’t get me started on why the London
Bridge keeps falling down, despite its vaulted
construction, and the Baby is rocking so high in
a tree-top that keeps crashing down?

But we Rock-a-bye-Baby anyway.

It’s all so confusing, and maybe a bit revealing?

 

 

 

So We Do Understand

I’m writing a story hidden a long time ago.
Something the survivors had never told.
Something so heroic and yet so terrible
it was buried in the dust of another time.

The journey is arduous, requiring being
in the minds of others long since gone.
Feeling the fear, emotion and joys,
as well as, the deprivation and pain.

Sometimes called the Greatest
Generation, they were but ordinary
people put in impossible situations
bearing the weight of history and circumstance.

I know now why they buried all of it,
I know why they never told of the
horrors they wished to never relive;
and words could never be enough.

They believed no one would ever
again allow the rise of demigods
and the fatalism that led to the
inhumanity they witnessed.

They knew we couldn’t really
understand, and this is exactly
why their stories must be told
and retold, so we do understand.

 

A Beautiful Game-Fútbol

Some of us are new to this
world, this World Cup of Fútbol.
This world-uniting, crazy,
wild, quadrennial
world-has-gone-nuts-time.

Others knowingly accept
us novices and explain
offsides, yellow and red
cards and corner kicks,
calling it a beautiful game.

In a matter of a few weeks,
we novices are suddenly experts
giving our considered opinions
on stupid coaching errors,
flops and officiating misses
and all things Fútbol.

We are suddenly experts
on what is a foul, and what
is a just a normal mugging.
And we amaze that a striker on
a PK could miss what is
literally the side of a barn.

But it is a beautiful game,
if politics would just
stay the hell away. We
love the athleticism,
the gracefulness, and
glimpses of sportsmanship.

And then the crazy fans!
Is this who we are?
The beautiful people
who row in sequence,
who sing Country Roads,
who drink all the Sam Adam’s
beer in Boston, and so much more!

Small nations made us notice
them. Stars came out to shine
showing us greatness. There was
jubilation of wins, sadness of loses,
but this is sport, never one
without the other.

Yes, it is a beautiful game,
especially when it brings
the world together, for
there is too much that
seems to tear us apart!

The Women’s WC is just
next year.  We don’t have
to wait four more years!

 

 

Win Big or Lose Everything

A president gives a prime time address which promises to come with the release of previously classified materials.  In any other time this would have been an astounding event, covered by every network in full, then analyzed repeatedly.

But these are not ordinary times.  The much hyped Trump prime time speech was on Thursday this week.  I watched it, and found it disgusting.  ABC, NBC and CNN did not cover the speech live.  CBS interrupted it with fact checking and sandwiched the broadcast with rebuttals before and after.   Fox, part of the president’s propaganda mill covered it but their chief anchor Bret Baier said Fox News “is not in a position to evaluate the accuracy of the president’s statements and claims at this time.”  Even Fox and Friends the next morning never mentioned the speech.

The speech was full of lies and conspiracy theories clearly designed to undermine the country’s faith in the integrity of elections, with the intent to provide a pretext for interference in the up coming mid-term elections.  It ended with a demand for congress to pass the so called “Save America Act” which is designed to suppress the vote of American citizens while claiming it is for ensuring non-citizens don’t vote… which has never been a problem, as it is illegal and the penalties are high for fraudulent voting.

The president cannot give up on his conspiracy that he won the 2020 election, but it is not just about his vanity, it is about staying in power, and doing everything he can to cheat and win the next election.

The president gives a major prime time speech… that everyone knows is a lie.  No one wants to give it air time, and yet his cabinet does nothing.  Congress does nothing.  We all try to ignore and suffer through.

This would be really funny, if it weren’t dangerous and we didn’t have a delusional president, willing to do anything to hang on to power.   He is willing to disrupt and sow distrust of our election systems so that he’s not impeached.  Attacking the media, claiming their licenses should be revoked for not aiding in his lies and spreading his propaganda.  Attacking the judiciary for not bowing to his will.  Creating a pay for play government, and using the military to attack Iran to avoid further inquiries into the Epstein Files.

We have a third world despot of a president attacking and destroying the underpinning institutions of our great democracy… We can only win back our country through an overwhelming victory at the ballot box in November.  A win so big as to deliver a complete repudiation of Trump politics this fall.   A win so big, that he cannot find a way to deny or disrupt the results.

We must win big, or lose everything!

 

 

 

Stories

Stories tell us who we are,
they tell us where we came from.
They are the memories of our
ancestors, and our coming legacy.

Stories define our victories
as well as  our failures.
They inform our character
and refine and define our beliefs.

Stories bring comfort to the
sorrowful and inspiration
and education to those
lost and searching.

Stories are what we must
tell ourselves to know who
we are.  So be good to yourself
and tell your best stories

and believe!

 

 

The Next 250 Years

Here we are starting our next 250 years with hope that it’s not reduced to some 250 days.  We believe, we persevere because the alternative is too terrible.  In that alternative we would still be called Americans but we won’t feel the same, and no one would look at us the same.  We will be viewed as the ones to fear and/or to be bought off.  Freedom and liberty may be a concept that is based on ones financial situation.  Likewise migration will be based on money, maybe talent, and religion or skin color.  Bring us not your huddled masses and down-trodden, but your wealthy and talented.  We’ll send back the down-trodden.

But this ugliness, this un-American world can be avoided with the strength of our institutions.  The brilliance of the founders that elections would be the domain of the states.  The beleaguered but steadfast free media of the press, and the courts, sometimes defending liberty and sometimes giving in, but nonetheless a roadblock to tyranny… and you!  You who will vote and trust that your state will count it, trust that it matters, that a legislation of true representatives of the people and not the billionaire class will check a rouge executive branch.

Yes, I believe we will survive into the future due to the courage of this generation.  Just as we are here, as proud Americans, because of the great generations that came before us, those that fought tyranny, that created a country that is forever striving to be better.

Someday we will look back on this moment and know it to be a turning point, a moment when we said no to autocracy, and we reaffirmed our principles of fairness, justice and freedom.  Long live the democratic republic of these United States of America!

 

We Know These Words!🇺🇸

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.”

We know these words!  But do we believe them?
These Truths we celebrate today were truly aspirational at the time they were signed into existence by brave patriots in 1776, exactly 250 years ago.   The world they knew was one where a person was born into a position in society and there they should stay.  Those born to rule, ruled.  Those born into slavery, worked for others, and liberty was not one of their rights.

We know these words!  And we are still trying to protect and advance these ideas.  250 Years later there are many who will wave the flag today who would like to restrict such ideals to specific races, to those born in a specific place, to specific genealogy.

We know these words!  And those who are trying to lead us astray of these great ideal are not patriots, they do not deserve the right to celebrate this grand experiment where by “all are created equal” with the “unalienable rights that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness!

We know these words!  We celebrate them today, but we must live them always!

 

Dad’s Day

From 2017,  I thought it was time to repost this poem.. Happy Dad’s Day to all father’s and grandfather’s. Those with us and those who cheer us on from above!

Dad’s Day

Fathers are a biological fact
Being Dad is an alive, loving act

My Dad is world best
I did boast to all the rest

My Dad taught me to swim
And to race with intent to win

My Dad taught me to play ball
And stand tall, never feel small

My Dad taught me to pray
And right from wrong, never gray

My Dad taught me to fix and repair
And to treat fortune with love and care

My Dad taught me how to fight
If I needed to protect what’s right

My Dad taught me humility and peace
When I needed to unclench my fists

My Dad taught me emotion is okay
With his stories he would tell all day

My Dad taught me the love of a good drink
As long as I took the time to savor and think

My Dad taught me a way to live
And to others, a legacy I hope to give

My Dad is Dad on Father’s Day
A loving act precious to me on each and every day

This week:

Happy Dad’s Day!

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