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

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I’ll Sit Awhile

I’ll sit with you awhile

To just be…

With you

I’ll sit awhile

To just be….

With myself

I’ll sit awhile

To just be…

One with the universe

I’ll sit awhile

To just be…

And know that

I am with you

These Thoughts

I wrote this poem in the early morning darkness on October 2nd. I don’t have television and hadn’t looked at any newsfeed before writing this. I often don’t post immediately because I want what I just wrote to settle with me. I then looked at the newsfeed and was horrified like everyone. What I wrote didn’t fit for the horror. Yesterday I started to alter what you’ll read below with my anger, and stopped. I removed what I had changed because these are the lines that I want to last. Not my ugly reaction to this senseless tragedy. Please help make the possibility of these senseless acts more difficult by encouraging sensible gun reform.

These thoughts I have

They’re from out there

They’re fine to share

These thoughts I have

They’re from in hear

I hold them dear

These thought I have

They come from near

They come from here

These thought I have

Up to pee at four AM

Hear they come again and again

These thought I have

I write them down

If I don’t I’ve lost my own

These thoughts I have

I find each one

I hope the source is never done

These thought I have

I’ve thought them too

I write them down to share with you

These thoughts I have

Some not so nice

Those, I review; once, twice, thrice

These thoughts I have

Come from above?

Some filled with anger, most with love

These thoughts I have

They’re poetic verse

Thankful for flow, unrehearsed

These thoughts I have

I hope they keep coming

In flowing, though my mind is running

THESE thoughts I have

These thoughts I have

They’re from out there

They’re fine to share

These thoughts I have

They’re from in hear

I hold them dear

These thought I have

They come from near

They come from here

These thought I have

Up to pee at four AM

Hear they come again and again

These thought I have

I write them down

If I don’t I’ve lost my own

These thoughts I have

I find each one

I hope the source is never done

These thought I have

I’ve thought them too

I write them down to share with you

These thoughts I have

Some not so nice

Those I review; once, twice, thrice

These thoughts I have

Come from above?

Some filled with anger, most with love

These thoughts I have

They’re poetic verse

Thankful for flow, unrehearsed

These thoughts I have

I hope they keep coming

In flowing, though my mind is running

These thoughts I have

Something To Do

Some might say I’m shallow

I would describe me as a whole.

Regardless of the apt description

I’m aching for humanity’s souls.

My mission in life spreads joy and happiness,

Yet sometimes I fall from the path.

Getting caught in the vitriol and ugliness,

And stuck in their powerful wrath.

So as I continue to struggle

With our current state of affairs.

I want to keep to my mission:

Helping to mend our societal tears

Please won’t you help me reconcile,

How those filled with racism, hate

Can put themselves on a pedestal

And still claim this country as great?

Those concepts to me – antithetical

To helping others move up in their station,

Toward the great ideals of our forefathers

And return greatness to our nation.

But still, that isn’t nearly enough!

We must lead with the following broad message:

Across all peoples and places;

That love and cooperation foremost

Will help heal the rifts ‘twixt the races.

House

A House divided cannot stand

My House is a rock, an honest man

This House is a home

Better than most any other

This House is one

Just like a brother

This House is strong

To stand the test of time

The relationship long

Foundational, never on the line

In this House I sometimes seek shelter

Emotions shared, never to swelter

In this House, not alone but together

The most egregious storm,

Easy to weather

The Way

Aristocracy

Hipocrisy

Autocracy

Not Democracy

Rich

trumps

Poor

They dump on your door

Your community and property

What do they do?

It’s insanity

Who to turn to?

You me

Humanity

Humans being

What are we seeing

Shackling

No Freeing

Shameless live streaming

Beaming the signal

Keep masses down

We own this town

And the streets

Whose streets?

They’re ours

Never yours

You’re defeated

And by you I mean you, you, you, and you

But no,

No,

This is not the way

Don’t remain defeated or

Downtrodden

This day

Or any – I say

Step up, stand forward

Resist

Be the ones

Who’re named on the list

Of those who are there

For what’s just and whats right

Twenty-four/seven

And all through the night

Remember

Without you

We cannot persist

Keep on the pressure

Do what is right

Resist

Through dialogue

Non-violence,

Love,

and gratitude

It’s the most powerful

attribute

We could exude.

Orange Cat for Ellen, Kate, and Crews

Orange cats

Know the facts

The this’s and that’s

About love and chance

And about the dance

Of kinship and secure rest

I’m part of this family

It’s the best

This poem was written this morning after seeing a photo post. A friend from Houston found a bedraggled kitten, waterlogged in the garage during the devastation of Hurricane Harvey. Went to all ends to save the life and……