Be humble of heart, expressive of soul and open of mind

Difficult at times in the world we live… but I think it is necessary reminder to what I aspire to be…  I wrote the following on the cover of a first book of poems I wrote as my way of expressing my thoughts as I was embarking on a sharing of my inner-self through my poems and stories.  I have repeated it here to express my gratitude for everyone that has not been a lion in their critique of my writings as well as to remind myself humbly that the world may never notice or care that I wrote such thoughts, but I’m happy that you do… thank you!

Check my ego at the lions lair

Exposing my soul with little care

Little will the world later note

What this writer here hath wrote

Summer Marches Toward Fall

The world is quiet for me

Well really not I think I see

The mantel clock ticks on

Always forward, it marches on

And the leaves rustle in the trees

Wiggle and giggle like busy bees

Green they are supple and free

Well not quite so, tied to a tree

They work until fall’s chill

Soon to be dead and still

In that fall sunset before night

They show their colors bright

For those few weeks they are true

Shining bright for me and you

The mantel clock ticks on for all

As summer marches toward fall

“Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, and emerges ahead of his accomplishments.” 

― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

Only through our ability to work together, to imagine beyond our existence, to grow beyond our limitations is this possible…

Mickie’s Meatballs

First our hands we carefully clean

Because nasty germs they are mean

Find a big bowl good for mixing

And small stool for height fixing

A pound and half of meat

Pork and beef is really neat 

Precisely measure you see

Two handfuls or more of IBC

(Italian Bread Crumbs)

Three eggs and no shells into bowl they go

Season with garlic, salt and oregano 

Another careful measure of parmesan cheese

If you must, only  bit of pepper, just don’t sneeze 

Now a little olive oil a tablespoon or two

And have Mickie mix it all just for you

Rolling into balls is her favorite fun

Hands small but she gets it done 

Fry them brown in a pan

Then into sauce if you can

Homemade sauce in best for you

But we just open a jar of Ragu

They simmer and cook smelling yummy for awhile

Then taste Mickie’s meatballs, you cannot help but smile!

Around the year 72000 BC an enormous volcano eruption in Sumatra (Indonesia) having the force of 1.5 million atomic bombs, causing a nuclear winter for the world, that lasted several years.  Our human ancestors population was killed off through loss of food sources, so that no more than three to ten thousand survivors were left.  Today all 7 billion of us are descended from this small group of survivors.  This makes us one of the most genetically close species in nature… from David Baker and “Crash Course Big History”  … The thought for our consideration is that for all the divisiveness in our world we are much more like all those people we think are different from us than not.  

They Seeded Our Future

Then the rains blew through but not for us

The earth cracked and paled and loosened

We waited, watched and figured unjust

The winds came and lifted the dirt

The sky was dark the sun didn’t show

The air was thick and stinging it hurt

The tenuous hold of prosperity our land

Banks know but not care of soil no longer

Time to leave and escape this desert sand

In bucking junk of a truck, lucky ones leave

Others walk or hitch or rail must ride

To a paradise, a promised land of lush and leaf

The road is hard, some will fail, others die

There is no certainty only hope to drive us on

No one looks back just move, shrug and sigh

Millions of others too demand a chance

Just like we, need a place to work and earn

A place to teach, learn and even to dance

But sorrow and difficulty like never before

The fields are controlled and pay is meager

We buy what we can from company store

Hunger is everyday, this migrant life of hell

Organize for safety and wages if you can

Survive beatings, floods and keep children well

We are needed soon, a call to action bell doth toll

We will rise up above for a world’s higher cause

We will feed each other, give sustenance to the soul

We are a precursor to a fairer world, a better life

One which we and our children must earn

With blood, sweat, incredible toil and strife

Inspired by the Grapes of Wrath

Riding high

Chancing extraordinary

Such fine and fickle winds

Suffering first occasioned loss

Lifted spirit flying

Rounding once again

Tenuous the line and hold

A slight movement 

Exaggerated response

Down is up, up is down

Yet higher and beyond

Hearts do sing 

With lines release

Seeking stability 

Pulled even higher

Chasing extraordinary

I read three articles this morning by three authors that are black americans.  All deploring the tragic deaths in Dallas, as well as the tragic deaths of black men in Louisiana and Minnesota this week.  One of the articles by Michael Dyson,  a professor of Sociology at George Town University called “Lament of a black American” was remarkable because it addresses America’s culture of divide, our “whiteness” ensuring that we see our way past the grievances and legitimate threats to black Americans as we our protected and cocooned in our social and economic opportunities.  A quote from the article is haunting… “You cannot know how we secretly curse the cowardice of whites who know what I write is true, but dare not say it. Neither your smug insistence that you are different — not like that ocean of unenlightened whites — satisfy us any longer. It makes the killings worse to know your disapproval of them has spared your reputations and not our lives.”

The second article I read was Eugene Robinson of the Washington Post, “A tragedy beyond color”.  Robinson describes Dallas shootings as an act of terror, in ironically a city with a Mayor and Police Chief that have made remarkable strides in bringing the police and black communities together in constructive ways to deescalate situations and dramatically reduce police cases of excessive force.  One of the best examples according to many in the country.  The community of Black Lives Matter protesters turned out as a result in support of a police department that sought to protect and did interact productively with the protesters. ..”Such tragedy is beyond color” … In Dallas shows that people can unite and work together.  Robinson says “Poor, troubled , crime-ridden communities are those that most want and need effective policing. But the paradigm cannot be us versus them.  It has to be us with us — a relationship of mutual respect.”

The third article was by Leonard Pitts, Jr. a regular columnist in the Tampa Bay Times, who won a Pulitzer prize in 2004. He was on vacation on the Greek Island of Crete when he turned on the TV to hear about the Dallas terror.  From a distance and where he was at he writes “America has gone mad before; the cure wasn’t hate”.  He called his two sons from Crete, to tell them he loves them and to remind them that … “they terrorize people simply by being and plead with them to be careful” … Imagine that is the first thought and worry we would have  is to fear for how our children may be killed by a police officer simply because of their skin color.  Pitts goes on to write that America has gone mad before, in the 1960’s as those of us old enough remember the horrible riots and turmoil.  He went on to quote Bobby Kennedy in the aftermath of Dr. King’s murder… “My favorite poet was Aeschylus. And he once wrote, ‘And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.’ … “What we need is the United States is love and wisdom and compassion toward one another and feeling of justice toward those who still suffer in our country”.

In 2008, I had great hope that Barack Obama’s election to our highest office would be a precursor to racism’s end, and I had pride in America and its people. I still believe that we are making progress, and we are a long way further down the road than 1968, but it appears that we still have quite a way to go.  I thought before I read these articles today that the violence we witnessed this week was the act of individuals acting out in the final throes of dying racism…. Or maybe more accurately I hoped it would be such, and the real issue was one of social, economic divide.  However, I think too I’m believing in an idealized version of America, as we hide in our enclave of “whiteness”.  I hope that over time we find that place of wisdom and compassion that over comes the emotion of fears and disassociation from the American Dream, and we come together in support of vast majority of great and effective police as well as support of the 40 million citizens of our country that feel threatened by the rest of us.

Patriot’s Ideals

Ideals defined by thought and design

Those words become one with us

Forever fair and free in heart and mind

Committed complete and with resolve

To share, care, protect and nurture

Never weak or slow to problem-solve

With higher purpose and with pride

Protecting our freedoms, doing what’s right

Onto the challenge, into the fire we do ride

Whenever wherever those colors do fly

There too are the thoughts and words

Meaning and purpose no one can deny

Through this creation of freedom air

Our patriot’s words and deeds ensure

A nation, a people beyond compare

Our united ideals were always right

Learning, welcoming, understanding

America’s past, present and future’s bright