Religious woes has it’s foes
and often faiths are glitter
Promise success and happiness
depending on who delivers
Some paint prejudice with broad strokes
exclusion is the main ideal
Skin color, race, sexuality mostly
not what you think is clear
The job with god seems really odd
when asked to slither throats
Or to gather all the enemies
and deliver their heads on post
They think it best when you dress
in cloths they deliver
How many wives is compromised
by men their god considered
Their foods are different, women different,
no touching there’s to be
Observe the days and sometimes weeks
just for sake of memory
Remember the names dressed in fame
For future reference to their figures
Listen to the leader and remember
that his word is the law delivered
Do not read any literature
or any other translations
Never question authority
if doubts disturbs your quiver
What’s in the home stays at home
and silence secret listeners
And if you find the different kinds
that doubt our salvation delivers
Turn your backs for they’re the quacks
Your told to never consider
(To whom shall remain a clut and nothing else)
Anger whisked herself into a gray frenzy of clouds, bordering on black.
A snow blizzard might be on her way; the wind picked up. I looked up.
A dagger of wind hit my chest; I heard myself gasp and wheeze.
Fed tomcat in barn and raced back to the house. My dogs followed.
Look at the clouds! I said to my man. He said “What of them?”
He is not the product of two farm kids like I am.
It’s going to turn bitter cold. We might get snow and possible ice.
You are a weather witch, he said, in the most affectionate way.
I put on an extra pair of socks and began to settle down.
There was a flash across the window. I jumped up to look.
A delivery person was bringing us a package. The dogs howled.
I said “Thank you” and he asked, “have you seen the clouds?”
I could not help thinking he is the product of farm kids too.
We had a snow blizzard with eight inches of snow that night.
We were unable to go anywhere for three days.
I memorized those clouds for future reference.
A RECIPE FOR FUN
Author: Dennis Howe
February 2001
Take ten
seasoned ball players and throw
in a large pinch of leather and aluminum.
Put the mix on a dirt field in the shape of a diamond
and add some green salad grass for color. To this, add
another ten seasoned ball players with a large pinch of leather
and aluminum. Raise the heat slowly to about 80 degrees, with a
few clouds for partial shade. No mud. Slight breeze, but no wind.
Add two pitchers of medium grit. Marinade some team spirit and
sportsmanship. Dice some Twinkies, sunflower seeds and chewing
gum. Sprinkle with water and soda pop to taste. With a yellow ball,
at game time, stir all these ingredients together with grounders,
foul balls, fly balls, base hits and home runs, and garnish with a
strike-out or two. Do not add sliding. Sugar, sweat, and verbal
spices can be chopped in at this point. Scoring is to taste and
recorded for future reference. Pour these flavored items
in to a large softball bowl, and then separate into
individual servings on Saturdays at Jaycee Park.
Finish with a handshake, pat on the
back, and a hearty..............
"see ya next week".
A wonderful sight to behold.
Your grandeur is more
Than meets the eye.
From absolutely spectacular bloom
Until you've fallen in grace
Meeting earth, withering
Like snow with an ebb
And flow of gentle breezes.
Symbolising life;
Powerful, exhilarating, sublime
Yet short lived.
Reminding us how brief our lives are.
Sweet cherry blossom
Bringing hope,
Also dreams.
Endless opportunities bursting
Foreseeing for future reference.
Remembering loved ones
Showing life's beauty
Promising starting something new
Whilst shedding what's old.
Blessed Sakura
After all, we are you.
We all slip up from time to time,
And small mistakes are usually fine.
If it’s once or twice then that’s okay,
But come on, please, not every day.
My old folks say they’re set in their ways,
Or that it won’t last long, it’s just a phase.
I try to ignore this old mentality,
But it’s not as easy in reality.
You fail to see how it gets me down,
When you don’t respect my gender pronoun.
If you made an effort to get it right,
That really would be half the fight.
It’s who I am, it’s my identity,
All I ask for is respect and dignity.
So bare in mind for future reference,
It’s She, not He, and that’s my preference.