For What Reason

I watched Patton Oswalt say,

‘They say, “Things happen for a reason.”

Michelle Eileen McNamara would say,

“No they don’t. There’s only chaos and kindness.”‘

This struck me. Is he right? Was she right?

Well here’s what I think. Maybe there is only chaos and kindness and certainly chaos is what occurred in Parkland, Florida at the Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. Chaos is what has occurred for a long time when it comes to semi-automatic weapons and the unfettered access we have to them. Kindness is what happens in the rebound of these repeated tragedies but that only provides temporary comfort for those with forever holes in their hearts.

I cried this morning on the way to work when I heard each name spoken with some treasured thing about each of the deceased. But they aren’t the only victims. The chaos make victims of every survivor at the school, every family and friend connected to those deceased and survived, the entire community, teachers and children every where, our nation.

The names of the deceased need to be spoken aloud to learn the depths of despair and depravity.

Alyssa Alhadeff, 14

Scott Beigel, 35

Martin Duque Anguiano, 13

Nicholas Dworet, 17

Aaron Feis, 37

Jaime Guttenberg, 14

Chris Hixon, 49

Luke Hoyer, 15

Cara Loughran, 14

Gina Montalto, 14

Joaquin Oliver, 17

Alaina Petty, 14

Meadow Pollack, 18

Helena Ramsay, 17

Alex Schlachter, 14

Carmen Schentrup, 16

Peter Wang, 15

They were musicians, athletes, Merit Scholar semifinalists, coaches, mentors, sisters, brothers, fathers. All innocent and all part of this ongoing tragedy that only we, in the greatest nation in the history of the Earth, can do nothing about.

Say their names, go back and say the names of the other victims, giving back to Columbine and beyond. They deserve to be spoken and heard. Do something positive to get beyond the chaos and dive into the kindness. Reach out, share love. You are a human being doing.

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‪Saving Grace‬

Your saving grace

The one who helped you save face

Who gave sage counsel

Who gives it to you straight

Who reigns you in

When trouble you’re getting in

How to return the favor,

Making your offering

Something to savor

Be a someone

Keep the other

From coming undone

Sense

This is a response to the weekly Micropoetry response. The word is hashtag SENSE. I enjoy being prompted to think off the cuff, which is how most of my poetry comes into being. This is slightly different in that there is a specific prompt to create from. Hope and Peace.

What’s the #SENSE of:

Doing?

Trying?

Loving?

Hoping?

Praying?

Guiding?

Leading?

Resisting?

Comforting?

Humanity requires each

Of us

Doesn’t that

Make

#SENSE?

POETwitteRY 377

Ten, nine, eight

How would this year rate?

Seven, six, five

Was this the year you finally thrived?

Four, three, two

What are those things yet to do?

One

Don’t come undone.

Countdown heeded

Being involved, much needed.

Who We Are

Racialized in our society

Or being socialized in sobriety,

Or drunken ugliness

That leads to this mess

I must confess

To help redress

My part in the

Lifetime of our nation

Conundrum

I wish we were all hypnotized

And it was all humdrum

To see that

It’s better we change racialized

In my, your, their eyes

That we instead become humanized

And come to realize

That we can apprise

All

That

There is but one race

The

Human

One

Lets slow down

Look around

See the

Beings that are

Humans making

Up

Humanity

Renewal

The chief deranger

is a clear and present danger

and a big part

of why it gets stranger

everywhere, every day

in every way

Please, we must insist

on getting back

what we’ve missed

as the list

grows longer and longer

Missing leadership with grace,

where followers place

space in their hearts

and do their parts

helping others start

anew

Isn’t that what you

and I should do

Where we can work to renew

this nation, our citizenry

back into

a world’s who’s who

Putting This Aside

All politics aside

How do we thrive

Stay alive inside

No hide

Or claim

I’m beside

Myself

Hiding on a shelf

Like the that little red elf

Moping

Hoping

It’ll all go away

We can stay out of the fray

Today

And everyday

Then we say

I’m better than them

I don’t hate Muslim

But that’s all you do

Then you say phew

That got me off the hook

I can turn away, not look

Must.

Do.

What.

I.

Can.

Fight through

Do what you can do

Resist

Persist

Help all humans

Exist

Thrive

Be alive

Live

Give

B. S. @ Castleton

Listening to Bernie

As he earnestly,

Attempts to make us

See connections and thus

Become better informed

And possibly forewarned

That at this going rate

Are we becoming a nation

Less great?

Let’s return the nation

To its higher station

Respected, revered

In many cases cheered

As bearers of what’s good

Across the planet’s neighborhood