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The mind is an awesome thing
so much of it left unused
lying dormant in it’s laziness
fearing maybe of being bruised
Thankfully they are those that are not
minds left unused but think truly straight
working out all the many issues of life
questioning and debating whatever the bait
But these thinkers are the very few
for thinking deep is indeed hard work
the mind has such a delicate balance
proper tuning needed never to shirk
So remember your gift of a brain
use it don’t abuse it for a moment
it could be your work to this world
for your life to be truly meant
(‘Thinking is the hardest work there is, which is probably the reason why so few engage in it’.) - Henry Ford (1863-1947)
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!
Rare hidden gem in Florida
Home to Thomas Edison,
Harvey Firestone; Henry Ford
America hidden blessing
Golden history landmark Royal Palm Hotel
Where the rich and famous relax
Palm trees sway proudly on Edison Ave
Caloosahatchee River
Where you can go to escape the world
Cry your blues away
City where the tropical savanna at its finest
Enjoy the ocean facing gulf of Mexico
Ride the strip of the beach
Sanibel and Captiva Island
Known for their pearly white sands
Tropical paradise
Take you to another place
Estero a city that motivates
Motivates to dream big
Robert Edward Lee
Lee county
Oh faithful American General
Ft Myers home of snow birds
Soaking up the tropical climate
Soaking up some Ft Myers memories
Memories that last a lifetime
I thought of a day sans the Sun
I thought of a night sans the light
All the times that I thought of the light
I thought of Edison!
Thomas Alva Edison-
The power house shed light in the direction of right
A total solution found dark to fight
Light, an innovation from the mind of a bright
A revolution only second to the Moon walk strait
All the times that,I look at the light
I see the tired face of the might
Edison bought time and time to come out of his plight
Light in the night-
In the way of Owl's and Bat's sight
Edison, a pupil the school refused to teach
Edison, a lessen the schools undertook to teach
Edison bore torch light to his mate,Henry Ford
To put his wheels of four on the road
On the day of TWO ELEVEN of his birth-
Don't switch off lights to bring dark
But switch on saying "EDISON" in honor to mark!
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.'
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
A. History is bunk.
B. Who said?
A. Henry Ford said.
B. Who's that?
A. He's dead.
B. Who was that?
A. He was the founder of a major automobile company.
B. When did he found it?
A. Er, er.....
B. Go on.
A. Actually, I can't quite remember the date.
B. Why not?
A. Well, my history isn't that bright.
B. I thought you said "History..."
A. "is bunk." I did, but.. er
B. So history is bunk, right?
A. Right.
B. Henry Ford and his statement are part of history, right?
A. Right.
B. If history = bunk.
B. And Henry Ford's statement = part of history.
B. Then Henry Ford's statement = bunk.
B. Corollary? History not = bunk. Q.E.D. .
B. Right?
A. Like, two bunks cancel each other out?
B. Right.
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)
Thanks to Henry Ford living six hundred years before,
here is a brave new world John the Savage would explore:
The Hatching and Conditioning Center is the source
where community and stability stay on course.
A team of scientists pre-determined each life’s path;
each fetus in an in-vitro amniotic bath.
They live as an Alpha at the highest echelon,
or a mindless manual-laboring Epsilon,
or as a Beta, Gamma, or Delta in between.
Their final decision was what remained to be seen.
Did anyone seem to care about their final fates,
while frolicking with numerous promiscuous mates?
No worries about depression or what brought them down;
daily rations of Soma obviated their frown.
For John the Savage, it didn’t take him very long
to determine his presence in this place was all wrong.
He would soon be inundated with consternation
regretting when he departed the reservation.
Based on the novel "Brave New World" by the late Aldous Huxley
This world is a fine creation,
Every where innovations,
Day by day the creations in renovation,
Africa was in dark before Edison,
Donkeys carried people until Ford,
Edison and Henry Ford this world know as inventors,
They were poets and writers,
Maths a king of subject opening the minds wide,
Poetry also a mind booster,
Edison a poet,
Light his known poem,
Ford wrote,
Automobiles his known writing,
All creating minds brought innovations,
For this world to walk in comfort,
Poets we are,in thousands,
From the West,East,North and South,
Come to put all our minds into a pool,
To drive into light from where it's broken down!
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