Poetry

Traveling through backroads

Heading to Lockhart

Dusty winter fields

Empty but alive

Power lines overhead

The sunny sky above

And in your head

And in the car as well

All is well

When the sky is clear

But a cloudy sky laments

The ghostly absence

And you are unsure

You believe in ghosts

Even though they haunt

The ones you love.

Suddenly the rain

Comes down

And the windshield is cloudy

And the sky turns gray

And the day

Seems over

The celebration abruptly ended

When the raven failed to fly

And I

Shut down the engines

Waiting for the storm to end

The rainfall slows

The drops grow soft

And slowly rewarm

The extinguished heart

The sky reopens

And joy floods the room

And the gloom

Falls away.

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Didn't catch the nameWell, not true

Caught ... and released

Alas who was that unmasked

Soul

Who thinks I know

At least the name?

That name is the key

To being recognized

Not just Bub or Miss or worse

But then it hit me

Some of us hear at different speeds

And so Go slow

Is not too hard to ask

Not an admission of guilt

Not a handicap

Most, maybe some hear

At different brain speeds

Their listening is enhanced

Not just by concentration

Though concentration matters

Yet some who hardly seem present

Remember every word and gesture

We all run at different speeds

We are not carbon copies

We adjust as best we can

To intertwine our lives with others

And that is a great portion

Of our human journey

Just as we adjust our hearts

To the wind and the smells

And yes the creepy crawlies

As we leave our cages

And reconnect with Home

The Earth that brings us food

And air and water and joy,

And so (rather than be rude)

We admit

We consider each person we meet

Worthy

We want to write their names

In our Book of Life

And pray ours in theirs

As if we were in a scavenger hunt

To find as many others

And so we stop and say

Hey

I want to know enough

To always remember you

In that shared adventure

That uniquely curated scene

In our long-play lives

So that when we meet again

Our joys will hold our hearts

And we can live in peace.

Did I catch your name?

Wanna?

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The 911 call brings the EMTs

They rush into battle

For the fleeting lives

Wounds, damaged organs 

Even restarting hearts and lungs.

The massive attention needed

Is for the moment yet

To ambulance junkies

It is an everyday 24/7 high.

TV shows are like that.

Magic happens in 39 minutes

Credits and intros included

Gotta pay those bills.

Actors aren't cheap.

So too those who rush in

To revive the lonely 

To breathe life into dying souls

Create massive energy fields

As virtue is pumped

To rekindle the faded embers

And at that moment

The one in need

Is the VIP of your whole world.

The urgent gets the headlines 

Well deserved and grateful 

The important though

Is often overlooked

Mundane

Boring

At least to the speculators

Those who see from the outside

Those whose perspective

Ignores the glue

That the important provides.

Being there in time of need

Bringing that word of faith

To an unstable friend

The little things few notice

Often done in secret

Without fanfare

Things that, not done, might create 

The headlines the urgent

Find as their reward.

The urgent is important

Yet the need to remain 

Important 

Even when ignored

Is always urgent

Though we only realize 

Just how much 

When the one in ten

Says thanks.

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Yesterday was mybirthday

There was nocelebration

No party, not even aphone call

Which is not to saythat no one cared

But no one dared

To create an event

But then

There is no home forthe homeless

And while there is aroof and a bed

A home is more thanthat

A home is a center oflove

And love lost and notregained

Leaves one on thefringe.

To be sure there arefriends

Still around, stillcaring

And there are many joys

Almost nightly

But in the morning

I rise to an empty room

And the gloom

Pushes me into the car

To travel afar

In search of

Someone

Somewhere

Anywhere

That love can be shared

And breakfast made

And memories and dreams

And hope.

I would love to go home

But I don’t know wherehome is

Anymore.

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Sounds like a toddlers cup

Or a married hippie lady

But we're not supposed

To use that old binary code.

Tall pines, tons of rain

Southern food galore

Black-eyed peas please

Rooting for rutabagas

And yams not sweet taters

Cos flavor and texture matter.

You can drive from Natchez

To Nashville on a 2-lane road

Without a Trace of a red light

Or even a motel

Unless you need gas

Or food

Or conversation

But that's the rub.

Faces without names

Order please, keep that mask on

Keep your distance

Intimacy might be deadly

But casual chat is safe

Or so it seems.

Life is on SloMo

Even the mail

Takes a week or so

But that's everywhere now

And we wait

For the Apocalypse

Or maybe a newer song

But no cigarettes

And no sex

No touching at all

No sharing even a lighter

You might die

Or so we are told.

The stories are real

But it all seems surreal

As if universal cryogenics

Is our only hope.

Was Rip vW a pioneer

Or a prophet?

Meanwhile

Ol' Man River

Keeps on rollin'

The deer and the alligators play

And we all are living

In a virtual reality

Except for those

Who aren't.

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You started out hot

Played some early roles

Bright star of the fam

Sorta

Little professor

Sportscaster

Freak

Friend to the famous

Father

Fathead

High energy editor

Broadcaster

Husband

Dad

Collaborator

Catalyst

Creator

The list goes on.

And as your real life ended

The role that mattered most

You became the lordly host.

Lots of roles opened up

Travels with Bernie's boy

Chicago Cancun

Venice Beach Napa Oakland

Memphis New Orleans

Even the Atlantic beaches.

And the wisdom flowed

And you rode

All the way to the top

Your name again In the papers

And then the rapers

Brought their rapiers

And sliced and diced

And took everyone away.

Now there is nothing

Or so it seems

The good roles are gone

The joy extinguished

Death awaits but

Not of the body

That's a given

Its the sadness of the soul

That says

You won't be missed

Not really.

Are there no more roles to play?

Is there no more today?

Has despair become

The highest emotion left?

In these dark days

We must find ways

To keep alive the flame

To gather around the Name

Tend our flocks

Wind our clocks

And build an army of songs

And stories to remind us

We are all people

We are all essential

Our gifts remain.

The Voice says quietly

"Well done"

And what says it better

Than the mighty Atlantic

Watching the waves flirt

With the sky 

As the sun fades away

(No ocean sunsets here).

Sometimes the smallest things

The most mundane

The least glamorous

Make the most difference

Make lives last longer

Make human bonds stronger

And even those dainty things

Are part of the great adventure

The discovery of infinities

Identities we never imagined were ours

How to comprehend 

Events unfolding severing ties

Strange goodbyes

Joyful Hellos

New players on the stage

We are living in an age

Of endless tomorrows

Yet focused on todays

Because today is in our hands

To build or quietly watch

The stars and clouds 

And even the waves.

And as I remember

One adventuress told me

Always remember holds the key

While never forget blurs your focus

The words of the Teacher

Before Abe was, I AM

Reveal an equal truth

Before our todays, WE ARE

Grafted into infinity

And with that knowledge

We truly can heal the sick

Give sight to the blind

As we wash each other's feet

Or just clean their house

Or whatever our energy can supply

To turn a watery broth

Into a hearty soup

And after bowls are emptied

And bellies are filled

We look up and say

Well Done.

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You didn't know

Whether to laugh or cry

Leaving looms

But tonight breathes

And in our tribe

No one leaves

Without a party.

We celebrate life

Each day a brand new

Adventure

Like Fifty First Dates

Not Groundhog Day

The videotape in your head

Is enough

You know your yesterdays

But you don't

Live in them.

And everyone you meet

As your minds and hearts

Sync up

Has a puzzle piece

You might recognize

If you remember why

"Two ears, one mouth."

You know your heart

Has its plan

Your head has

Objections

You gotta You wanna

But is anything fixed

In place or time?

And eternity is both

Timeless and instant

Which is why

Leaving

Is just another step

Toward saying

Hello again.

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Midnight in the country

The rain hits the roof

The tin reverberates

The staccato sound ofthe raindrops

Falls upon my head

And through my ears

Into my soul.

Rain makes us whole.

Brings the water oflife

Refreshes all livingbeings.

Brings sometimesrainbows

If you are in the rightplace

You might get even atriple arc.

Magical runs and slideson the grass

Or (barring lightning)into the water

At the beach or on thelake

But not at the pool

You might slip andslide

KAPUT!

The rain washes awaythe past

The detritus of ourlives

Thirsty new lifeemerges, grows

And shows

Its gratitude (not anattitude)

By blossoming andblooming

As we sometimes stopand watch

In amazement

At the skill of theartistry

That has whittled yourrougher self

Into a warming calmingbeauty.

Rain falls

And we arise.

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The Flyboys sang

Of an artificial energy

That left them high

And dry.

The FDA and NIH once lauded

Artificial sweeteners

And downplayed

Their side effects

Just as their owners do today.

7-Elevens and their clones

Stock their chill cabinets

With Monsters and Bulls 

To augment coffee's natural highs

As drivers cruise 

On double speed.

Plastic surgeons promise 

Paradise 

As they nip and tuck

But often

Their advertising campaigns

Yield unhealthy results.

So too artificial "friendships"

Open us up to calamities

We never knew existed

Where lives get twisted

And hearts broken 

As words never spoken

Enjoin our souls

To the true nature

Of betrayal.

And yet we all too often

Want the sugar high

That fades

Even degrades

While the pure and natural

Seems mundane,

Insane.

I mean, how dare we

Walk through dark valleys

Looking for the guiding light?

Trust in a promise too good

To be politically true?

If only we can believe,

We are destined to receive

The daily signposts

Placed by some hole-y ghost

That lead us to a life so new.

Take us out of the black

And into the blue.

With thanks to Darwin from 2149 the Aftermath.

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Busy little town on theriverbank

Lotsa people out onFriday night

Willie and the boys arewailing

Songs from years goneby

With lots of brasstracks

And the svelte sisters

Who struggle to makeends meet

Know this town won’tlet them down

Are beaming ear to ear

As each new set ofpatrons appear

Bottles and brewsflowing

Sliders, slices, andsweets

And the specialties ofthe house

The citizens and guests

Puffing out theirchests

And for some, cigars

And bragging rights.

Good company at ourtable

Good seats for the show

And that full moon

Make this night thebest.

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Why must I

Continue

Living alone

Apart

Exiled

From loved ones 

Whose love died.

Is it pride

Or politics

Or perception

That old is bad

No not really

Just that tomorrow 

Will always be there

And though time is

A mirage

Doors do close

Thar cannot be

Reopened.

How sad 

That our futures

Are missing

The relevant past

As we ignore our Fathers

And mothers

But this is nothing new.

Worse may be

The public show

For the credits

Or the cash

Bought with bitterness

Swallowed 

Souring stomachs

With the bile

Of resentment.

We clear our arteries

But clog our hearts

And cloud our minds

With imaginary

Grievances

Over trivial pursuits

That rob our lives

Of meaning.

And yet the truth is found

The prodigal reunion

But that story

Is unfinished 

The joy

Diminished 

Until brothers

Remember 

Their love 

Matters more than

Their way.

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We used to think in words. 

Writing was our passion. 

Aeschylus, Shakespeare,

TS Eliot, Voltaire

And even Zane Grey

We sang in words 

From chanting to the Beatles

We argued in words 

Does anyone still know

Lincoln and Douglas?

We fought in words,

We cheated and stole

Twisting language

In print or face to face.

We even used words 

As a covenant to trust.

Then some were entranced

By the movie romance

And soon we wanted 

Our own lives

To be just like the movies.

Today though

Our children live in

Images

Subliminal

Or in your face.

The image, the app face,

No need for thought

Nor even dreams

No plans or schemes

You do just as your 

Memes, mimic and mock

Those they know

Are their enemy.

Eight hours a day

For 12, 15, even 18 years

And those best programmed

Get another 4, 6, or 8.

One voice one image 

One message:

Good or Bad

Us or Them

Pro [gressive] or

Con [servative]

No need for argument

No need for words 

No need for love

No need for life outside 

No.

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‍Putting on too much weight

Is like

Putting on too much world.

To find out just how much

You get on the scales.
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People who want to know

Actually read the numbers

And avoid that second dessert

Or that late-night pizza

The scales keep you honest

And on the proper path

Only if you read the numbers

And do the right things.

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Ah, but the scales of God

Are different

Belshazzar found out

The hard way

The writing on the wall

Said Daniel the Prophet

You have been weighed ...

And found wanting.

His day did not end well.

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But our story is not about

Falling short

“Discern the spirits”

Said the Apostle

And walk by Spirit

And you will know

By the trail of LIFE

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And so tonight

It was a Gristmill dinner

And two ladies in front of me

Waiting in line to wait longer

It was Two Ton Tuesday

And they were out to dance

While I

Was headed to the Speakeasy

To meet friends who sing

Songs they wrote

[Or sometimes interpreted}

And so we parted ways

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Or so it seemed.

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Long hours later

KD and Marshall and I

Were headed out to refresh

Our energy and wisdom

When

All of a sudden

There they were

And we stopped to talk

About the music we had heard

And some of us had played

And next we knew

Twenty minutes had passed by

And I

Was stunned to know

[As they were both from
Adam Schatz’ Washington State]

That of all things

They loved the musicians

Who had graced my home

Been my friends for years

And I thought

The scales of God.

Music by --

Marshall Anderson   (211) Marshall Anderson - 'Marigold Bloom' (Official Video) - YouTube

Bill Whitbeck (211) RIP Levon! Bill Whitbeck - Man Behind the Drums - YouTube

Kassy D [Daniel] (211) Enough by Kassy D - YouTube  [retitled as Jack's Song]

Keith Michael Kallina (211) Keith Michael Kallina - Can’t Take It With You (Live Acoustic Original Song) - YouTube

Landlady [Adam Schatz] (211) LANDLADY- Washington State Is Important @ PIANOS - YouTube

Two Tons of Steel (211) Two Tons of Steel - Not That Lucky - YouTube

Acoustic Minds (211) Acoustic Minds - Undertow - YouTube

La Fonda (211) La Fonda - Time (OFFICIAL VIDEO) - YouTube

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I thought at first

It was just me

Getting old

And I am of course

But No.

I am busier at work 

With exciting projects

Daily.

I still ramble about 

From town to town

In search of

Community

And I am blessed

With family and friends.

I cook, clean, entertain 

Myself

And I would still 

Entertain others

If only they 

Would come out and play.

Was it COVID 

Or video games

Or just the malaise

From a world turned ugly?

The climate fear

The war that robs our treasury

The hatred spurred by

The struggle for power

The censorship 

The deplatforming

The name calling

All and more isolate

Separate 

Inculcate us

With a sense of NO.

No I cannot be your friend 

No, gas and everything 

Cost so much.

So we have forgotten

The simple joys

Of just hanging

Crafting our own days

With that reckless abandon

That joie de vive

That our podworld

Cannot 

Will not

Must not

Let happen.

Gone are the days

Of shelling peas

And butter beans

And shucking corn

And playing cards

And quilting together.

Gone even are the memories 

Of 'the good times we had'

The raspberries strawberries

The cheap [good] wines

The little gatherings

That celebrated our need

For one another.

And our thankfulness

For those with whom

We could share

Life's simple pleasures

That made it possible 

To endure the heartache

The suffering

The diseases the deaths

The inevitable time

When some of us

Are no longer around.

Perhaps

Economic collapse

The end of hope

The fulfillment

Of the media's dark tomorrows

Will lead us back

To interdependence 

To true friends

No matter their opinions

Their pronouns politics pods.

Or maybe such revolutionary thought

Will displease the powerful

And turn freedom of assembly

Into a criminal act.

The intolerant demand

That others tolerate

Their abuses

The tolerant soon become

Slaves

If they allow intolerants

A different code

A different mode of behavior

Than "Do unto Others"

Or "Be Excellent."
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For unchecked abuse

Creates monsters

Those who mutilate

The young and old alike

Those who force feed drugs

They do not take themselves

Those who prey on

Other people's children

All the while saying

"It's good for them."
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But once the intolerant

Gain power

The only way to restore equity

The only way out of hell

Is to make intolerance

Untouchable

And the only ones who can

Are the intolerant themselves.
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The risk however

Is that once made gauche

They retain sufficient power

To like Samson

Bring the walls down

On friend and foe alike.
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Sodom was intolerant

Arrogant, insistent

And even Lot's wife succumbed

In its utter destruction.
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Babel too was intolerant

Of any who did not speak

The praise of its majesty

And like the naked prince

Its fall was immediate

And Earth scattering.
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Yet Noah tolerated

All the laughter and mockery

Until the rains came

And like the little red hen

Fed only those who had believed

And earned the golden ticket.
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Intolerance is an affront

As it by nature breaks

The Golden Rule

As if there were no authority

Big and strong enough

To pull the plug and the rug

To champion the meek

Make strong the weak

And remove the blight

With the writing on the wall

Or Herod's worms.
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Yet be not one

To fight the intolerant fire

With dragon's breath

Of your own

For by so doing

You have joined them.
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The blameless leave judgment

To the judge.

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Have I said enough?

Have I done enough?

Is my book complete?

Yet I sense

There are more chapters to write

More adventures to live and share

More days

And more ways

To bring Life to lives.

The inadequacies

The lacks

The quacks who promise

Yet do not deliver

The emptiness of loneliness

That brings me to surrender

To find the path through weakness

That reveals real strength

And changes outcomes

Without misdirecting glory.

The story

Has to be told

By the ones delivered

Not by the agent of deliverance

Who is merely playing the role

Cast by the Director

And produced by the Ghost.

The Host

Not the invited guest

Must be the focus of the Plus 1.

And there's the fun

The joy comes

From the introduction

That brings explosions

Of creative energy

That reveal the Life

That rekindle stars

Long blurred or dimmed

And the Lamplighter's aide

Basks in the plethora of stars

He has watched turn bright

And so did I ask

Are all the stars relit?

Are all the lives made new?

Surely there is more to do.

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Whaddya do when

The desire of your heart

Is far away

And does not even know

You had a vision

Because she will only know

When she receives the same

Message.

If that is to come at all.

For the heart must be won

Before the word is spoken.

"Love the one you're with,"

said the Still man from NOLA.

But what is love?

Not possession, domination

And abandonment

Of body or soul .. or both.

"Love is gentle, love is kind"

Love is never being blind

But aware with care to share

The ups, downs, and easy rides

To stand beside whatever betide

To hear the heartbeat

An echo of your own.

And so you ask

How great a task

How many days

But then you gaze in the mirror

And though you are nearer

You're still in training

Or rather being molded

And given the tools

That only fools

Would fail to see

We're an absolute must

Before one could trust

That you had what it took

To write in down in the Book

And the other as well

Had to grow for a spell

To ever believe

There was no need to grieve

And there's air to be breathed

And a life full of giving

From the love you'd receive.

Dedicated to Susan Flanakin [07-27-79 -- 05-22-02]

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Out of your darkness
I called you into My light.
Now you are the light of the world
As you reflect and show forth Me.
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You may well be unable to see
Because My light in you is bright
And you may look out and not know
From your vision where you should step.
But take heart,and heed My voice.
And hold my hand
And I will direct your paths.
And you shall walk in My light.
By My words in your heart.
Yet not by your own sight,
Or your own wisdom...
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That you might know that I AM the Lord
And that you might hear
How others follow you to see Me.
Trust then not in your own vision or understanding.
Just Follow Me.