We secure trust where guiless love does laugh,
That seems so caring on others bahalf...
Yet life wants us to concur
With deceit glaringly blur-
Far away programmed heuristics on graph.
A great wonder Kim’s legs still carried him.
A lot in Sam’s remarks still worried him:
The Sam who’d been watching Dolly and Kim
Right from the day Kim was trapped by The Slim!
Sam’s bold comment on his adjudged folly;
His saddling of self with the cries of Dolly…
“How could one fund release to a non wife:
On hard-to-catch dollars land wanton knife?”
Some sort of magic Kim isn’t trembling
Nor rapidly glimpsing a world crumbling.
God has his heart been gingering plus gin,
Although for three weeks now badly thin…
Men there are who could cope with bad news,
The plainest truth keeps treating like some ruse.
Instruction which refuses to clearly break through
bigotry has no place in a person’s world view.
Mock training which teaches selective tolerance
eclipses the sure light that honest study grants.
Copious clouds of questions are left unanswered;
bewildering our brains so beliefs become blurred.
To own one’s education needs safe oversight;
hardened clay can not be remolded overnight.
One’s free exercise of spirit, mind and body
must allow other folks the same autonomy.
The earth form born, will one day die
Why then do we, in deep grief sigh
Ephemeral not eternal
What makes us then delusional
Moment to moment in stillness
We recognise true being-ness
Yet mired in attachments, we grieve
How may we, threads of clear truth weave
(syllabic rhyme)
21-January-2021
Let not the pain
Innocence stain
Within the void of emptiness
Lies promise of vibrant fullness
Shifting from the external ephemeral
To the internal eternal
Beyond transient mind body identity
Truth of oneness and life eternal continuity
We recognise that nothing lost, only veiled
Within our heart glows Gods love unstained
29-September-2020
COPING WITH AGE
Age can steal our running legs
And drain our mighty arms
but it doesn’t change the great North Sea
or dim its vibrant charms
The winter sea has strength and grace
Its power shades of grey
Blue mists will kiss the faintest hearts
North winds blow aches away
Raw nature is magnificent
True courage does not age
A hearty soul does not count years
but must avoid a cage
Coping With Hard Economic Times
By Elton Camp
Each new generation was richer than the one before
But it looks like that will never be the case anymore
It seems young families might as well expect to see
What economists now describe as the “new reality”
Their parents came to have a house and a nice car
It will be hard for most young folks to go that far
The jobs that are available have become very few
And of a type that only minimal wages are due
Benefits largely have become a thing of the past
As have pensions that an entire lifetime will last
Many jobs that were available to Americans before
Have now be “outsourced” to some foreign shore
Most manufacturing plants have now been closed
So China can dominate the market, unopposed
Even if people, more are quite willing to pay
Little is found that has been “Made in the USA”
How can it be true that I’m hurting once again?
When one tragedy ends another one soon begins
Fighting back tears, I smile to fool you all
Despite all of the pain, trauma, and hate I haul
For people, places and all of the small things
It’s scary what anger the memories can bring
Feeling alone with my thoughts of rabid hate
Wondering how much more torture I can take
Rainbows and butterflies, flowers and bluebirds
All it would take is a very few kind words
I have a good heart and I can be loving and kind
One of these days I hope happiness I’ll find
With peace and joy, spread some harmony around
Devotion for each other, how does that sound?
To be alone is worse than being sick or dead
Just like leaving your love, then feeling the dread
Coping with the pain alone is not easy or fair
But obviously you understand and you care
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