Sometimes there’s nothing
but the birds singing to the sunrise.
Sometimes there’s nothing
but the hum of machinery in distance.
Sometimes there are no words
to fill the space between the margins.
Sometimes there are no words
for festooning of ideas floating by and by.
Sometimes there are no ideas
which present themselves in a lyrical way.
Sometimes there’s no idea
how this time in quiet is so fleeting.
Sometimes it’s good, just then
to remember how fortunate we are.
Category Archives: Musings
She Will Be Heard
Shave a little here,
a little less right there.
Save money and give
them something they
think they want, there’s
so many of them, there’s
so much profit to be made…
they will never know.
But Mother Earth is watching.
Thinking what fools they must be.
What short profits can make of me.
For when I shake my hips as I do,
they will be made to pay and it will
be unfair and ugly and I will leave
a scar unto you, for you
failed to respect me.
And the sirens will wail as the
walls come crashing in,
and the heroes will rush to save
those who can be saved, and those
who can’t will pay the price of
profit’s greed, and it will not be fair,
it will never be fair, for how could
it be anything but a tragedy.
As Mother Earth straightens the
wrinkles of her dress, spinning
to her own music, with no sorrow,
no remorse, for she is who she is,
compellingly beautiful and often
deadly, and she will be respected,
she will keep her own counsel
on when and how, and where
she will be heard!
Just Call Me Crazy
Crazy or normal is the stated choice
but which is which is untold and
left for us to decide….
Are conspiracies and grievances
and anti-wokeness, of which
we don’t really understand
normal?
Is governance in the interest of the
people, giving help to those who
need it, and ensuring fair share of
costs crazy?
If so, then, Sarah just call me Crazy!!
And a Cold Wind Blows
And a cold wind blows
but no-one really knows
how it may change us yet
turning away so we forget
the bite the wind may hold
and the sorrows it has told
for long and painful years
freezing mothers’ tears.
And we look away as best
we can, or impugn them lest
we would feel what they feel
and it would be painfully real.
And it is for us in dubious denial
it could not be our problem or fail
when it is but slim fortune and fate
by which we avoid such a sorry state.
When the Moon is Nigh
When the moon is nigh and
the tides roll in covering
the jumble and the mess
and the winds are calm
then the loveliness of
light reflects and ripples.
There is no reason
to not trust the calm
dark and cool sea,
but as the tide recedes
we see it is not so smooth
and it is hiding much.
And further out we go,
the more the wind blows
the sea suddenly rages
and love and respect finds
no home as the mess will
stir and churn with a storm.
For only the moon and
the winds of pressure
change the nature of
this sea, as we wait
impatiently for it to decide
what it should be.
F.A.R.T. T.R.U.M.P.
Foolish following of a fawning fool,
Acerbic, acrimonious, and alien
Rabid, rotund, rancid racist
Tantrum throwing terrible tool.
Trump, terrorizing and treasonous
Running rueful Republican rabble
Unhinged, unamerican, uneducated,
Malignant, misogynistic, miserable
Pompous, preening Putin puppy.
Thought I’d play around with Alliteration for fun…
Frankensteins
Maybe we are all Frankensteins
creating our own monsters,
engaging technology to be
more than we otherwise would be
to gain more than we are owed.
Inventing ourselves as something new,
but inescapably missing something,
something of the soul,
something of the heart,
and thus we fail to love this new creature.
There is ugliness in the new us,
and in the world for which we
toil in self-invention, as we
see it turning around only
us, the narrator of our story.
Redemption is possible with empathy,
and love, and the practiced art of seeing
the world as tangential to ourselves.
The accident which is making us late
Is something far worse for the injured.
The world turns with or without us,
the time is not for me, it is for everyone.
We may choose to be part of a great love story,
the actors most beloved for the love-shared,
rather than the lonely narrator of a horror story.
It’s MLK Day
It’s MLK Day
the mail will not come
some people take a day.
Too few people think
about what his words
really mean to them.
Too few people share
his dream, for it
requires reaching out.
Too few people find
his words in their
sheltered hearts.
Too few people will
understand what
I’m saying here.
Only that the
mail didn’t come
and school’s out.
Spinning
We’ve spun out of control.
So I heard it said.
It did not start this way,
but here we are in the
spin-cycle.
We start with a spin
around the room,
a fun look as babes
at the world so
beautiful, so small.
We spin for the joy
of disorientation
as we stumble
and fall about,
still growing.
We spin for love
in the ever-blessed
dance-of-life for
which it is perfect
to celebrate.
We’ve seen the world
and room spin
as we take fun and
celebrating a bit
farther than advised.
But the spin we can
really do without
is imposed by those
who deceive in their
sucking whirlwind.
They spin so fast
they confuse the
momentum of the top
as stability. But it
surely is wobbling.
When it crashes,
losing power against
the resistance
of truth it will
spew out a mess.
However, in the end,
the world will spin-on
unchanged no
matter how we
or they tried to spin it.
Slippery Slope
Sorry for frequent readers about the repeated theme, but I feel I must express my fervent concern over the continued rise of autocratic forces (fascism in reality). The slippery slope away from democracy toward dictatorship starts with populism. Populism which is anti-policy, anti-plans, and pro-grievances and pro-fears finds the underbelly of society, the hatred and fears which is being tapped into. The themes are tested in rallys and then exploited further… todays themes are deep-state (the swamp – holding us back, coming for our guns, etc.) and immigration (latent racism, economic fears, safety fears)… populism successfully gets a large part of society to vote against their own immediate and long-term self-interest.
The GOP strategy book says we cannot win the economic argument on tax reductions for the rich, or on reduction in social benefits (smaller government) so we’ll pursue culture wars and further a divisive populist agenda. But populism leads to a worship of the culture warriors, and as the populists feel besieged, especially by the state, they want fighters who claim to be right, never wrong. To get past reasonable doubt, to get past reason, alternate facts, conspiracy and blatant lies are needed to migrate from populism to cultism. Cultism … always right… gets us to power makes right, and intolerance to opposing views, and if power makes right, who needs compromise. If you don’t need compromise for governance, what is the point of democracy… a very slippery slope from democracy to autocracy.
Watch the House of representatives. Jim Jordan the insurrectionists who sought pardons for himself and other congressmen will be given the gavel to investigate the government, to issue subpoenas when he had not honored subpoena from the Jan. 6 committee investigation.
The attacks that will come, the attempted weakening of our government’s justice, and democratic institutions (including voting rights)… the idea that power is all that matters, tolerating cheating to get in office, like Santos, just so they have the additional vote. Taking over government through violence, Jan 6 Coup attempt. Exportation of these ideas to Brazil and other countries, make the rise of fascism a global problem. We are in a true Orwellian time. Beware what lies ahead on this very slippery slope.