All posts by Mike Varga
Immigration Failure…
Zero Tolerance
Zero Tolerance is the demand
Heroic demonstrative, enforcement
Divide them, force them from our land
In vacuum of righteous think
Regardless the cost or loss
Compassion was the missing link
Righteous, law demanded thought
Meets the searing cry of children
Hearts turned, alternatives sought
How to undo, horrors we wrought
The terrible mess we’ve made
Reconnecting was never a thought
In the moment of action taken
Satisfied, to force an issue
In zero tolerance, our soul forsaken
The children will continue cry
For years until they stop
Broken lives we must not deny
Yes, zero tolerance, was our call
Incentive to stay away
Incentive to negotiate for a wall
What will we get?
A generation failed
Our soul’s regret
Inspired by Conversation with our 3 year old Grandson…
Food Fight with Wes
He says hi, pancake pup
Hi there, hamburger boy
Do you want syrup in dipping cup
Would you like happy meal toy
Would you like berries sweet
Or ketchup and Frenchy fries
At the table lettuce meet
And mustard corn flies
Mickey Mouse pancake
Giggles at dinner or breakfast
Give it a spin and a shake
Just make food fun at last!
Some dreams recur again and again…
Repeating Dreams
Dreams often do repeat
Seeming never to miss a beat
Coming around again and again
Searching for a way to win
They argue and plead
And never quite succeed
In defining truth or lie
Inexplicitly they still try
So try to find meaning
In images we are seeing
Finding our way to a happy end
Or forever repeat and contend
Happy Father’s Day, 2018…
This is a day to give thanks for our father’s … Thank you my dad, for the investment of heart and soul to me, and all your children and grandchildren and great grandchildren, we are who we are, and are happy not simply because of genetics, but because of heart, energy, and wisdom granted and gifted to us by you!
To all fathers, have a beautiful day, know we are an instrument of God’s love and wisdom that keeps a nurturing element in our hearts for our children!
Eternity
It’s a long time
Or a short rhyme
It’s a blink of an eye
Or maybe God’s sigh
For mortals such as you and me
This life’s our blessed eternity
It’s time to go they said…
On Friday I was told to leave my position at the company that acquired us earlier than the contract indicated. A call around 11, from some HR VP in another state, said I no longer need to come into the office. In fact, could I be packed up and out by 4:00, they will be shutting off my access to the system. No thank you, no group goodbye, no email to customers and staff. A few employees gave me a hug, and helped carry some memories out to my car, but after 38 years in the industry, it seemed so anticlimactic. I’m ready to leave, don’t get me wrong. I have other things, projects, and business opportunities I want to work on, so I’m more than ready to leave. I’ve had a successful career in aerospace and defense engineering business, and analytically and logically it’s time. But there is a passionate, bold part of me that wants something more, that feels like there is more to this career stuff than a paycheck, and that part of me feels cheated of a proper ending to this part of my career. The other logical part of me that ensures I make it through life to the end, and keeps me centered and healthy, says get out while the getting is good, and move on. Besides this is what corporate America is today… a bit cold-hearted it seems.
All this made me think of an article I read about a man with two hearts. His artificial heart was lower in his body, so it felt different, it kept him alive and did its function, but it’s beat no longer told him about passion, it robbed him of his inspiration, and intuition. It kept him alive allowing him to grow older, but seemingly it made him feel like he was outside of himself, not recognizing himself. Maybe we all have something like that, the passionate heart that is disappointed with the cold logic of business, partnerships, and more, and the one we live with that ensures we never get too worked up and keeps us healthy as we grow…
The Two Hearts of Mine
The heart I live with, ensures life and health as I grow old
The heart I love with, is ever young, passionate and bold
These two hearts play on this scarred battleground landscape
Locked together and intertwined so neither can escape
They define who I am, these two beating hearts of mine
They battle for the essence of soul and eternal mind
Neither may ever truly win
As they go around and around again
Salesman…
Salesman
Oh no what will you talk me into
What is it that you think I should do?
With that smile, smooth voice and shine
What will you tell me I need this time?
You’ve got just a moment to make your play
Then I’m going to send you on your way
Oh yeah, so what does it cost again?
I don’t need it, but still I’m sucked in
Geez…
Memorial Day
Remember today all those who serve in the protection of our freedoms, and especially all those that gave their life in the service of their country and us the grateful citizens of the USA!
Tweet Storms in the Forecast…
Flurries
Flurries of the fantastical claims
To disturb, disrupt are their aims
We are smart and can detect certain lies
But we listen and something inside us dies
Open your eyes and see the world anew
Find the truth if you can, in this word stew
And yet the it continues, wind and rain
Distorting the view through the pane
Maybe we’ll learn and understand
Fantasy, and truth intertwine again
Graduation time
It is right and proper that we encourage learning and accomplishment. This season we congratulate Tiana, Andrew, Ethan, Mikayla, Elaina and Christina among the many others that have achieved the conference of degrees that allow them to enter the next phase of life journey. It’s hard work to make it thru to the next level and very special to do so with honors. These young people are critical to our future. They will be the leaders and practitioners implementing and evolving our society.
The traditions of robes, and sashes and medals and ropes have evolved over time to represent academic accomplishments and leadership honors. They should be understood and valued. The garb and trappings of graduation goes back to medieval clergy robes, and subsequent evolution to 12th century schools of advanced learning, where graduation considered a step. The Latin word for step is ‘gradus’. And so too today’s graduates make a step into the next of life-learning-phases. With hope and pride, we watch them achieve. Proud of their accomplishments and hope they will make our world an ever better and safer place. Millions of graduates at all levels, making their steps to the next level, so many with hope and so great the accomplishments. Surely we will all benefit from their future works, and so we encourage and are encouraged by these young people!