WHO

WHO?

I’m a who

A person who cares

When a leader treats

His fellow citizens with disrespect.

Misinterpreting deliberately

And ignoring Constitutional rights.

I didn’t see disrespect on the field.

Just the opposite. I saw pain in faces

Of those who love their country and their God.

They met as team members united and proud.

They weren’t burning anything or cursing outloud.

They didn’t disrespect their neighbors or anyone in the crowd.

But someone dared shame these men as they made their claim,

Someone dared disrespect Americans and drenched them with shame,

These were the same men who side by side with American soldiers

And rescued numerous victims trapped in their homes,

Helped with cleanup operations night after night.

Did they do something wrong while they were doing things right?

These brave men united together to point out what needs to be done,

Isn’t it time for peace and setting aside the gun.

The wars are over and it’s time to clean up after the storms,

Just like soldiers, teammates, strong leaders, and all,

We are the examples for the world to see.

Especially how a leader treats you and me.

September 26, 2017

 

 

 

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Uncomfortable

UNCOMFORTABLE

You say all who disagree

Should leave the country

But I remember hearing you say

Long ago at another harsh time

That you would defend to the death

the right of someone to speak out.

What makes you uncomfortable now?

The protests are not against country or flag

But against racism and violation of rights.

It’s not about our troops or athletes

But learning to talk again in calm discussion,

Our children would benefit from hearing debate

Where anger and hostility are banned along with hate.

No one wants to leave but many want to arrive and stay.

Our country was founded on freedoms we needed

Freedom of speech, let’s talk. Freedom of assembly, let’s stand

And enjoy the freedoms that have been given by blood and tears.

September 25, 2017

DON’T YOU AGREE?

Our country is strong because we agree

On the same principles.

Our country is even stronger because we can disagree

And accept our differences.

Should we agree and march to the same tune

We square our shoulders and see eye to eye.

But if we disagree we hold our heads high,

Because Ideas discussed and digested

Allow us to fly.

To break the shackles of all and stand tall for what is right,

is the strength of our country, not military might,

or the ability to fight.

If we defend minorities, differences, questions,

And all that ensues,

We prove all people are equal,

No matter what we do.

It’s our country whether right or wrong,

It is not a dictatorship that tells us what to do.

It is our differences that make us strong.

United we stand, divided we fall

That is the truth and it applies to all.

September 23, 2017

 

DON’T YOU AGREE?

 

Our country is strong because we agree

On the same principles.

Our country is even stronger because we can disagree

And accept our differences.

Should we agree and march to the same tune

We square our shoulders and see eye to eye.

But if we disagree we hold our heads high,

Because Ideas discussed and digested

Allow us to fly.

To break the shackles of all and stand tall for what is right,

is the strength of our country, not military might,

or the ability to fight.

If we defend minorities, differences, questions,

And all that ensues,

We prove all people are equal,

No matter what we do.

It’s our country whether right or wrong,

It is not a dictatorship that tells us what to do.

It is our differences that make us strong.

United we stand, divided we fall

That is the truth and it applies to all.

September 23, 2017

 

 

Big Time Woes

You’ve taken their money to pay your way,

Now you must do exactly as they say.

It’s hard to condemn the hands that feed you.

You hear their voices as they rant and rave,

What part of their message do you want to save?

It’s hard to ignore the voices that tuck you in at night.

The stench of death hoovers over those who died.

Do their screams fill you with pride?

It’s hard to wash death from your hands.

Walls protect you, you’re losing your touch.

You hate everyone, and few people like you very much.

Splotches of blood are on your face.

You cannot escape death’s embrace.

Bright crimson flows down the street,

Staining souls, heads, and feet.

august 16, 2017

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FIX THE LEAKS

FIX THE LEAKS

As I get older I fit into society better than ever.

I think about my health, my finances, religion and weather.

It’s more than finding out what’s wrong

Because it’s been of great concern all along.

I listened to our President and I’m beginning to freak,

Because it’s time that I should fix my leak.

The problem is around me and everything depends

If I have control straight through to the end.

Tires get leaks, roofs leak too,

Leaks keep me awake nighttime through.

Boats spring leaks and become dangerous and sink,

Footballs get leaks and drive men to drink.

All over the country it’s the topic of the week,

Surely someone knows how to fix a leak.

Leaks in government destroy security and trust,

Yet I want our government to be true and just.

Too much power in the hand s of a few

Without restraints concern me and should alarm you.

The President seems anxious to fix his leak.

If he doesn’t fix it soon he could be up a creek.

Leaks in gossip are entertaining to hear,

But leaks without controls could bring destruction near.

I hope it is simple to fix a leak,

And all my words are truthful as I speak.

There is less need to fix a leak,

If I am honest and it’s truth I seek.

August 4, 2017

 

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Born Lucky

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I was born lucky.  I would have chosen my parents right from the start.  I was loved and I felt loved. Maybe they chose me and maybe I chose them.  They were a perfect fit.  I would never claim I was better than others or worse than others.  I know that I saw the world around me with a different view than others had.  When my friends and neighbors complained about their siblings or parents, I  remained silent or said I would choose the same two brothers and the  same four sisters and the same parents.

We didn’t always agree on some subjects but I  knew that our parents were special.  It wasn’t about money.  Money didn’t buy happiness. It wasn’t about material things at all.  We learned to enjoy the foods we had, mostly beans and potatoes and corn bread, and occasionally biscuits and gravy.  It wasn’t about the things we didn’t have.  We learned to use what we had and do without the things we didn’t have. Flour sacks became clothes. Hand-me-downs were common.  Time spent with family was valuable time.  Respect and truth and love were important.  Each day was part of a life-long learning experience.

Even though I didn’t have much I learned how to work, how to play, how to enjoy the world every day.  I was not perfect but I didn’t feel mean or rotten.  I wanted to help people who were hurting, sad, or lonely.  I was usually considered “nice”.  I was a good person, willing to help neighbors and friends.  I could change a tire, carry buckets of water, travel across countries, and participate in games without getting angry as long as there were rules to follow.  I believed in rules and fairness.

Lucky? Maybe I should say I was treated fairly in life. When I saw what others had, what they needed, and the conditions surrounding them, I knew I was blessed.  The world around us did not appear fair in its treatment to others.  Perhaps I was so naïve or oblivious to problems that I escaped what could have been painful experiences.

When I compared my circumstances with others, I began to wake up and observe.  When I visited a friend who  made great claims regarding things he owned, I discovered the truth.  His imagination gave him all the things he didn’t have.  He didn’t live in a mansion. He didn’t drive a fancy car.  He was surrounded by problems that he chose not to see.  He was ashamed to invite me inside his house. The house was tiny and crowded. The windows were broken and needed replacements. The floor had holes.  The house was cold and damp.

The worst of it was the human factor.  How could they survive with conditions like this? It got worse.  In another room his brother sat on a bed in dirty clothes. His eyes were glazed over, flies were clustered all over his face, and yet he was smiling.   I could not imagine living in that home.  His parents were sitting at the kitchen table, discussing the weather, waiting for some super cells to hit the area, and wondering where to go.

Maybe that is why I began volunteering, helping out when I could.  I came into this world looking to do something for others and this was my opportunity to quit talking and begin acting.  I am lucky because I got a good start in life. My life has been blessed even though I have physical problems. Physical problems will not hold me back. I am a poet and a writer.  I must encourage others to help make the world a better place. I must act quickly because death is always waiting and I don’t have time to die.

July 23, 2017