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Baptized in the Jordan
The preacher announced on the bus:
"We are heading to the Jordan river,
those wishing to be baptized
will get their chance."
Thoughts of being dunked
in the same water
as the real Jesus.
That appealed to me.
Visions of a wilderness
river,
just like in those bible times.
Taking my cloak off,
wading into the muddy Jordan.
John the baptizer himself,
doing the honors.
Dropping me backwards,
dying my old sins,
raising me to a new life.
Coming out to the sound:
"This is my son,
in whom I am well pleased."
That appealed to me.
We got off the bus.
The wilderness was not
all that wild.
The Jordan had been turned into
"Baptisms are us."
Complete with deli and gift shop.
Apparently six other buses
also had been led by the spirit.
Our spirit's time was
between 4:00 and 4:30.
Ten dollars got you a towel
and a white sterile pullover,
barely long enough to cover
your glad tidings.
Lockers and showers were optional.
Our group was in zone 4.
Who knew rivers had zones.
As one of a hundred white
clothed sheep, I felt like
the newest member of a cult,
like the Hari Krishnas,
but without the fancy haitcuts.
We were herded down concrete steps
that led to the river.
The Jordan was cold.
Baptizers were in the water,
ready to go.
Henry Ford would have been proud
of that production line.
Baptizing had never
been more efficient.
Two every ninety seconds,
like pistons, up and down.
When it came time for me,
I didn't get a "Thank you Jesus"
out before I was whipped around
and plunged beneath the crimson flood.
I almost got whiplash.
I dripped back to the locker,
glad tidings and all.
I think I was baptizee #41.
For five bucks,
you can get
a DVD of your sacred event.
I bought ten,
they oughta make
great Christmas presents.
I went through the gift shop.
I bought a set of John the Baptist
steak knives,
Virgin Mary placemats,
and a couple of Holy Ghost
candle sticks.
As I got back on the bus,
I thought how far we've come
in 2,000 yrs.
We've made God's job so much easier,
assembly line salvation and baptism,
with steak knives thrown in.
Would Jesus be proud?
That did not appeal to me.
9.7.17.
Many years ago I read a book entitled “Accidental Empires"
Of how a few men, from garden sheds, became multi billionaires
How could this be, what did they do, did they invent something new
Not really but if I say Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Apple Mac or Microsoft to you
Microsoft is a huge corporation but Bill Gates openly admitted he was a fraudster and a thief
Because the underhand, double dealing, industrial espionage etc went beyond belief
Microsoft invented the computer or so lots, if not millions of people believe
Making Bill Gates just like the US government and its UFO are real promotion, another trick up the sleeve
As long as you think Microsoft is the god, its Bill Gates win and your loss, on reflection
UFO attention takes peoples minds away from secret weapon, Black Projection
Dirty double dealings from both corporate and state but hang fire, hold on, wait
You have a choice that costs nothing, downloadable, its called Linux, mate
Operating systems built by the people for the people, especially those oppressed
Third world countries, low budgeteers, the Microsoftic angry crowd and the rest
I spent good money on Windows XP, now the support updates have gone
Just another buy some more another Microsoft-con
Well thats no good to me, now I have to spend fortunes on Windows 8 or 7
Thank god for Linux, Debian, GNU, hundreds of free operating systems, heaven
Bit like Henry Ford saying he invented the autocar, piss in the wind, far fetched, another steal
It was bits and bobs,trial and error the stoneage had the wheel
Can’t ride to work on a wheel, need an engine, tyres my mates a chassis and components, maybe out of state plates
How many new operating systems will it take to make a man mega rich beyond your dreams
As many as Microsoft knock out by conning the public, or so to me it seems
Bob Dylan once says, you can fool some of the people most of the time, you can fool most of the people some of the time but you can’t fool all of the people all of the time
So get yourself some free software mine is Linux Lime
*Henry Ford developed plastic from soybeans for cars. It degrades!
Art As Activism II
Imagine no longer the sounds of seagulls squawking
or splashing through frothy foam in cool ocean waves
receding as your toes grip onto the wet white sand
Embracing the warmth of the yolk yellow sun
as the sea breeze gusts and the tide gently flows
Shores of majestic sandcastles neath burnt orange sunsets
Now imagine this scene as burnt orange polluted skylines
Alas, owing to the bacteria battles in wastewater spiking our oceans
Beach erosion that finally cannot self-correct
Imagine oceans as deserts and deserts soiled oceans
Tropical storms reshaping their landscapes
Sandy seafloors brusquely barren
Imagine telling your grandchildren
that once upon a time we fished in pristine streams
The ocean waters sublime sparkled in turquoise blues
In June the moon shone in bright pink hues
Big blue sky from rich cobalt to azure ignited
That the ebb tide was a fervent seaward flow
and a bird called albatross never digested debris
in his own home by the sea
That almost every piece of plastic ever made
still exists
That we’ve violated our seas with sea litter
via ocean liners dumping into deep waters
That our actions befouled the oceans
That you the inheritors, the next wave of nature protectors
have nothing left to protect
Gone earth’s beauty
Along the shoreline erodes the walk
The cause climate change, the effect risen sea levels
Harsher storms of vengeful severity,
nuclear testing melting sand
into gritty green glass
Clarity
Earth has given plastic turtle shells and rubber trees
Qualities we can mimic*organic and pollutant free
Tallies tell tales of more plastic
than fish in the sea,
Futile! Floating refuse tripling
crippling wildlife
Manmade warming undeniable,
unconscionable and irreversible
Mariner your actions perilous
Plastic found in fish
In us!
Great sins of omission
are not in anyone's book of
What I Plan To Do When I Grow Up.
Henry Ford,
his automated
and then incorporated
financial investment company,
did not intend to emancipate us
from family farms,
Thereby disenfranchising
our sense of secure
and fertile wealth health,
interdependently sufficient
organic homes,
silent rhythmic rural memories,
Fading views and feels of cannons
pulled by slow-marching horses,
mules,
plodding oxen,
ghosts of elders past
monoculturing aggression
at slower blade-drawn pace
Sometimes domestically violent.
Sometimes military chronic stressed
LeftBrain against Right's longer kinship memories.
And sometimes more polyculturally enriching
rural WiseElder tree memories
of nurturing ponds
and domestically peaceful milk cows,
curious cats,
tribally defensive,
and embarrassingly rutty, dogs,
horny yet happy crickets,
Flirtatious cycling
recycling moonlight
and radiant enlightenment of daylight
and dualdark co-relational resonance
of night play.
To sustain Original forested home
and extending family
we need parental and school support
for cooperative resilient communities,
secure and healthy homes,
habitats,
wombs.
Whether rural
or suburban
or urban
But mindful
that rural tribal homesteading
and cooperative diverse economies
and multicultural politics of healthy nurturing,
solidarity with home place
and wealthy polyculturing kin,
mutually share one
humane-divine ZeroZone Planet
Inside calling us back and forth
toward Polyculture Zenithing EarthSoul
embodied within
GaiaEarth
Ecologically gracing nutritional homes
poly-theologically re-membering health within.
Trivializing grace of WinWin commission
co-arising global communion
is not in my book of
What We Have Hoped To Become.
Or even in my textbook studying
What I Missed In School
The Secret
No longer do I say I am broke, sick or old
As the universe will grant my wish I am told
It was Henry Ford who said of our internal fight
“Whether you think you can or can’t, either way you are right”
Understanding “The Secret,” gave me the keys
To living a life full of inner peace
Knowing how the power of my thoughts create things
And wanting those things to make my heart sing
I chose to listen to what I feel, think and say
To manifest a positive outcome to each day
How strong and passionate our transmission
Determines how big will be our next life lesson
The universe doesn’t hear what you like or what you do not
Only that your mind is powerfully focused on that thought
Rather than engage in conversations that lower my self worth
I show appreciation and experience the magic on this earth
The laws of attraction say when I am aware, caring and giving
Transmitted back to me will be a feeling of faith in living
If your energy is on fear of rejection and pain throughout the day
Life will give you experiences to continue to feel that way
The power in us allows us to change our life from bad to good
By not focusing on what has happened but what could
Do not allow doubt or limitation to enter your mind
And an abundance of love, health and wealth you will find
Choose to ignore all negative feelings and they will fall away
And what will remain will bring only light your way
Allow yourself to feel a deep faith in your own abilities
And your life will be guided by infinite possibilities
Expect suffering, loss, pain, unhappiness and stress
And life will give you exactly as you request
Expect life to give you money, love, health and glory
And you will become the star of your own story
I am not an extremist..I beleive in live and let live.'
Yet so often the world, offers death it seems to out-give.'
All through the ages..War rears its head, fed by reports
Of 'evil doers' deprivation and dread..While bankers are
Aloof.' And never appear.? Or get tinged.? While funding just
Keeps coming, am I sounding un-hinged? henry ford
Supplied hitler' with engines for his tanks, he got a bust
In adolf's office 'by way of thanks' rockerfeller supplied
Oil so those stukas might fly.' Straffing all our soldiers and
Civillians, my mind asking why?? Must have been money?
I guess that makes (good sense?) As the calls go out to
You..To get off of the fence.' Well i'd rather build another so
I can stay in between.' One for an enemy visible one for
Another un-seen..There are always initiatives Lord that
Fill me with dread, in the drive for improvements why so
Many dead.? Yet our government saviours grind on more long
Potions interventions (what could go wrong?) The charitys
On tv tell us they are too stretched..they're are always in war zones' where people need to be sheltered and fed.' Wells dug for water, as
Its been fifty years.' oxfam agents abusing children yet still
In the clear.' The west groans under taxation the east under
War extremists take Syria..Have we been here before.? As
The W H O make its decrees.. While the W E F manage
Money chaos and debt increases; the situation is far from funny.'
In the city of gilded glamour,
slow motion is seen as an outsider;
a slip of tongue is as common as mocking grins!
They turn around and criticize,
cursing back with offensive slangs
at anyone without rush who hates to apologize!
It's in Times Square we actually met,
above digital lights spun our heads...
while our silly minds were ready to project
a hook-up suited for indulgent swingers!
I splashed the typical smile of a clown,
and waved at you attempting to flag down
a yellow cab to the Penthouse of my uptown hotel
with a breathtaking view of cruise ships about to sail!
You responded in a kind manner and said,
" Hey, handsome stranger what brings you here?
There are better places than this crowded square,
where each single road meets the One with the Green Crown;
all lustful sins are allowed for extreme fun:
to hire a lady on high heels cost a ton of money:
squander it all at once as wealthy guys do, don't be too stingy! "
In the city of gilded glamour
there are pleasures only the rich can afford;
can anyone dress as stylish as Henry Ford?
Earning that respect will turn you into a god!
In the city of gilded glamour
there's no place for a humble working man to make him shine;
he struggles from day to day to survive drinking only wine!
III.
Then there is their favorite target,
the faceless foe they call ‘the rich,’
who they claim keep everyone down,
the academics so love to .
They sat they get rich off our backs,
but they’re not talking subsidies,
they seem to think those people’s wealth
was stolen…it seems strange to me.
What did Elon Musk take from me
to be able to fly the stars?
What did Henry Ford steal from me
that let him manufacture cars?
If anything I most likely
would go impose myself on them,
to try and get myself a job
at the companies built by these men.
Do professors think that labor
is something that rich people steal?
It’s not, in fact it’s a contract,
both sides must agree to the deal.
The millions that some folk possess
certainly aren’t coming off my back,
to get paid we must create wealth,
salary is a portion of that.
If a man can create millions,
which is certainly more than me,
why does that mean I must hate him?
That sounds like simple jealousy.
But then again, these professors
all like to proclaim they're socialist,
with tenured jobs safe from markets…
The only place such thoughts can exist.
Ideology can blind a soul
to simple facts all folks once knew,
you are not poor because they’re rich,
your professors are lying to you.
I learned something the other day that I never knew.
There is a form of poetry known as the clerihew!
'Tis a form of rhyme about a luminary of some fame,
And the first line must contain the feller's name.
Alexander Graham Bell, as every schoolboy has known,
Was the genius who invented the mysterious telephone.
'Tis well known that he is credited for this famous coup,
Uttering the immortal line, "Watson, come here - I want you!"
Paul Revere is famous for making a daring midnight ride,
Heralding, "The Brits are coming!" to the countryside!
As a Boston silversmith he also gained a modicum of fame.
In this enlightened age we still "revere" his name!
Henry Ford satisfied the masses, we may all agree,
By manufacturing the venerable Ford Model "T".
He said, "You can choose any color as long as it's black!"
He even tossed in fenders, a crank and a sturdy jack!
Ben Franklin was a multi-talented feller indeed,
Noted mainly for helping develop our nation's creed.
Perhaps also known for suffering a shocking jolt,
Fooling around with an occasional lightning bolt!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
The old Model T, what a great car
Henry Ford, invented it in his day
Plain and simple, a product of a wise man
Might of been slow, but would take on far
What a working man could buy on his pay
Yes Sir, that was his plan
Just good transportation to get you there and back
No fancy bells or whistles, not on that car
And he always said
"Anyone can have on, just as long as it is black"
It was not for the rich and fancy that smoked a big cigar
Mr. Ford was using his head
So when I write a verse, his philosophy I use
It is easy, just old common sense
Plain old English to tell my story
To each his own, this is the way that I choose
And that is my defense
Let the ones that use big fancy word have that glory
To this great man I give all the credit
Simple, but in an intelligent way of thinking
To where a poor man's fantasy can be reality
If he had been a poet, the way that he would have said it
Made to the working man's liking
So that is why I call mine "Model T Poetry"
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