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The Glass Sword

[Children all over the world are being slain without an enemy, other than ours.]

Each evening puts tears in our eyes

as we watch the world

with arrogance, stupidity, and greed

carnage souls and minds.

***

I know we are getting old.

But, what did we teach them?

Are they awake? What have they learned?

***

I thought we buried the sword!

If we have left the handle above the ground

—place it back on the slain bodies deep,

and shatter it where it was found.

***

Kneel and be still.

Then rise, as the new day, with bright eyes.

And, continue to teach each other;

why we all, see the beauty of each sun set

—and why we all, look forward to each sun rise.

~

 “Children are our second chance to have a great parent-child relationship.”

 Laura Schlessinger

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Notes Found On The Refrigerator July 2017

A Melancholy song

Songs are hidden in the words we speak. —sometimes in harmony

with the background hum of those we did not

know or ever meet.

 

 Our melody can sometimes be disheartening

 as well as our belly aching, vomiting

between the screeching cacophonous dominant notes

we may have perceived.

 

My music repetitively keeps playing yesterday’s Rock & Roll songs,

Rhythm & Blues songs, gospel’s black and white songs

—they are all fine—

 

 But, go to the window and lift the shade

and hum them—

 as you look at the sun and the future of rain.

 

Sing off-key if you must —loud and unalarmed.

Sing the songs that are hidden in the conscience that spoke without a word-

putting you in music unharmed.

 

Hum the song for unity in freedom

that has morally and musically given us;

without disrespect to life in the words

or thoughts written in our songs.

Or, what we sing.

*****

The Banjo Player

    I was talking to an old banjo player, pushing a 103 yrs old the other day. I asked him how his band was doing. “Well,” he said, wiping his face with one hand. “It’s over. There were four of us. One is dead, which left three of us unable to play his part and ours at the same time. Besides that, one is as Cuckoo as a broken string. The other young fella, in his late eighties, besides losing his hair has also, seemingly, lost the beat. Towards the end, we realized we were all playing different tunes insisting the other guy was messing up… and looking at each other with the stare of “each of us had better catch-up”. And, what was worst, when we were all on the same song, forgetting the words, we would automatically pick people out in the audience and break out into “Happy Birthday, to You…”.

We still keep in touch…”’

    There was a moment of silence, thinking he was reminiscing when he suddenly blurted out, “Now where was I? Oh ya! That was quite a box of good cigars”, sitting back in his chair with a great big smile.

*****

Oh sea glass greening

Passing through low and high tides

Speckling at my feet

*****

 The path once well-worn

 Through the passing of my youth

Is now overgrown

**** 

 
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Posted by on August 12, 2017 in Existential, Experimental, Hi-Koo, Love, Poetry, Prose Poetry, war, Zen

 

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Show Me How (A Message From Joan of Arc)

 

In my need, why are you talking to me ancestral spirit?

Bringing me to my knees in guilt.

And now? —to graceful humility.

Yes, our resurrection is foreseen

In the light—of all our children’s

Friendships, courtship, and  dreams!

Yes, of course, why? — late we sleep

Sleeping through the night

And not awakened with history’s presence.

—Bringing us constantly to our knees

In guilt, in weakened humility? And now

In our need

Gracefully show us what to do

And show me  how.

***

Note: Thinking about the Churches, and all common belief  or non-belief  religions.                                               I grew up… with Jesuits giving me my early education, the Southern Baptists gave me my enthusiasm, the Roman Catholics gave me discipline, the friends Service Committee gave me peace, and Zen gave me enlightenment… I’m sure that is the same process for all families of their personal Faith and the path they take . I believe, we need to move into some ACTION … it should not be our surprise to submit our “Just” presence into injustice. Whether as a group, or as an individual. All the “me” (meeeez) become us.

 
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Posted by on February 4, 2017 in bullying, Existential, ignorance, Love, poems, Spiritual, Zen

 

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On A Sacred Day’s Accounting

Whatever day we set aside

At the end of, or, beginning of our week,

Will always be a spiritual— personal day.

 

Regardless of religion, or non-religion—

Somehow, that day, in our lives, has survived

As One day— to be set aside.

 

Reflection, repentance, acceptance;

Encouraging us to continue living

In mutual peace— for the rest of future

Day’s— accounting.

                Sand Dollar: Sketch in charcoal.

Sand Dollar:
Sketch in charcoal.

 
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Posted by on January 21, 2017 in Beginnings, Love, Poetry, Spiritual, Zen

 

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Notes found on the refrigerator: April 2016

Another Year Of Spring Renewal:

               Oh blade— waking without fanfare into spring

               Rejoicing in warm sunshine, you sing

               Of frozen ground— snow melting

               And the cycle of life, of renewal; in growing—

               Hail to the carpet of grass beneath my feet—

               I hear your voices—   in green, you speak.

                                       ***

All those have taught me Holy things

Have been fallen angels

Trying to gain their wings—

                                     ***

Dear cresting wave, carry me dead

Above the waters of illusion

—And let me live in Truth.

                                   ~ Amen ~

 

 

 
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Posted by on April 24, 2016 in Beginnings, Love, Poetry, thoughts, Zen

 

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Cabin Fever

 

Gazing out my window

Roof drips melted snow

Crystal droplets slide down glass

Each one trails one another

Racing to awaken spring grass

 
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Posted by on February 7, 2016 in Beginnings, Pine Cone Diaries, Poetry

 

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Go Unharmed

To: Abe, Dylan, Jesse, & Emma-Rose

Re: 2016 Happy Birthdays

 

It is always difficult for me to celebrate any of my children’s birthdays

Without thinking of all of them as a new year begins.

Go Unharmed

Patience,

Understanding,

Acceptance, and

Decisions made in justice

Will have no remorse.

 

 (Regardless of the adversary

Who, is wounded in truth,

That is slain without soul,

Bleeding in falsehood),

 

Continue to breathe the fresh air!

Trusting

The invisible sword

Of all these things:

Patience,

understanding,

acceptance,

And decisions measured without harm

In justice.

 

Pass silently to the other shore

Of peace and joy;

Destined to be passed on

To your heirs.

 

You have been taught well

Go unharmed.

 
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Posted by on January 3, 2016 in Children, Love

 

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