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While I am usually prepared to forgive historians
for their plutocratic tendencies,
We, Earth's vast rabble of anthropocentric well-wishers,
usually prefer our political leaders,
our health and motivational professionals,
our community and economic leaders,
and at least our own parents and teachers
to demonstrate more democratically generous preferences
for remembering and sharing healthy co-invested powers,
not quite so royally elitist "We know best"
More bodhisattva;
less messiah.
I, for one and all,
prepared to celebrate more cooperatively inclusive historians
with more democratically dense,
bountifully matriarchal,
mindful wealth,
including radical abundance
of co-empathic trust
in heart-felt beauty,
grace,
intrinsic dignity of democratically shared life,
and indignity of autocratic death.
May Earth's Great Transitional
publishing and marketing houses,
and "gotta win right now
to later revisit long-term democratic
historically healthy win/win thrival" parties
Reconsider
reflect on
revisit
reconnect
reweave
our deeply re-ligious history
of nondualistic
co-arising
politically curious
rambunctious
revolutionary democratizing souls
and panentheistic
WholeSum Spirit saints
usually unprepared to forgive patriarchal historians
for their plutocratic tendencies.
an average of 2,830 cubic meters
per second of rich silt
forms an alluvial plain
spreads outward in a fan shape
from sedimentary deposit whereby
ancient Egyptian civilizations got built
adorning arid topography invaluable
like aorta pumping blood at the nape
of the neck, yet analogous context
engendered engineering feats without guilt
whereby artisans, craftsmen,
early geographers illustrated in frieze and drape
frozen timeless statuary exhibiting
phenomenal abilities to the hilt
associated from mainspring within
fertile crescent swollen like a plump grape
which longest river often overflows
banks whereby coveted materiel gets spilt
feeding the rift valley and allowing,
enabling and providing peoples to dominate
flooding the history of mankind
with accomplishments that marvel even today
epitomized by innovations -
alphabets, wheelwrights, pyramids, etc lives did create
baffling historians how each mortise and tenon
snug as a bug in a rug mortise and tenon block
construed edifices persons did intricately lay
perfect with near geometric exactitude
ranks as wonder of webbed wide world great
faint hints of daily trials and tribulations
recorded for posterity in clay
or shards of broken pottery pieced togethe
coupling revelations a mosaic plate
which functional artifacts
provided dietary staples
to pagan spirits populace did pray.
My ode to William Henry Harrison, 9th President
of the United States, yet barely known.
A Founding Father’s son and longtime frontier resident,
Brave military leader to the bone.
His victories in uniform stacked up along the way,
rarely defeated at the battle line.
As President, though, died in office one month to the day,
now nobody remembers Number Nine.
He served the House of Representatives a term or two;
in politics, he always did excel.
First Governor of Indiana Territory, too -
Ohio’s 13th Senator, as well.
As Major General, Will fought the War of 1812,
as well as several wars along the way.
His worth, though, as a President, historians will shelve
for lasting only one month to the day.
He married sweetheart Anna in the Fall of ’95,
she bore her husband many children - ten!
Although her health was poor, Anna was Queen Bee to the hive,
their son’s son: future POTUS, Benjamin.
There’s no one I would rather have protect my garrison,
though in the end pneumonia held its sway.
A military hero, William Henry Harrison -
Ninth President, just one month to the day.
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4. Billy, the Kid
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Yes he did kill but it was a justifiable sin.
If Billy hadn't killed them they would have killed him.
Some say he killed for vengeance but that was never his means to an end.
If he killed for anything it was for Justice for the murder of loved ones and friends.
Many don't speak of or even know this, but back then this is what all who knew him saw.
Legally sworn Deputy William H Bonney, sworn to uphold the law.
Billy was once a bonified lawman with full authority to issue warrants and make arrests.
He could kill in the line of duty without fear of prosecution, imprisonment or arrest.
The Law Was Sworn First To The Lawman To Ultimately Serve And Protect.
Billy was one of many lawmen known as The Regulators.
They were law that Lincoln County would not soon forget.
Many today also jump to the conclusion that Bonney was Billy's birth name.
He actually didn't begin to use the name Bonney until a few years before he was slain.
Where the name Bonney came from
is still the unanswered question that continues to remain.
This issue alone has been known to drive historians insane.
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In a land where campaign threats
have been recast as mandated promises,
where pathological divestments
are reinvented as healthy investments,
a green cry goes out
Historians,
please help us out here!
How did Mr. Hitler gain unilateral powers for war-mongering investments
of Germany?
Do I recall something about declaring a national emergency?
Which actually was an international emergency
of his own fascist leadership making
I wonder if there were any more Germans
foaming at the mouth to build a nationalistic wall of soldiers
and armaments,
paid for with their own cooperatively intended taxes
and regulatory fees
and blood
and tears lost
during loss of life
in World War One,
than is the foamy case today
In the USA,
where compassionate boundary issues
have Trumpian infested all Green Commonsense,
that man-made social and language boundaries,
walls,
are economically and ecologically best resolved
through establishing more diversely rich robust webs
of economic/ecological cooperation,
humbly acknowledging we are all on Earth together
or about to tear Earth's climates of health
monoculturally elitist apart.
White patriarchal fascism is a national emergency
already declaring narcissistic war on what's left
of compassionate co-investments
in health care climates,
domestic and international,
internal and external,
personal and political,
economic and ecological.
"Steeped" in resentment at usurious taxes, a Revolution was "brewing!"
History records that the Boston Tea Party was to be the Brits undoing!
An anguished groan was heard as barrels of tea were hurled into the sea!
Their grog of rum they might forego, but never their tot of tea!
Every pupil has read Longfellow's, "Midnight Ride Of Paul Revere!"
And his lantern signals to be hung in the belfry on that midnight clear.
"One, if the Brits approach by land - two, if they approach by sea!
We'll catch 'em by surprise, 'cause they'll be sipping oolong tea!"
A decisive battle was fought to a standstill at Bunker Hill.
Although the rag-tag Yankee militia lacked in military skill,
They fought like tigers, Sir William Howe could readily see,
As he pondered his next move eating his scones and slurping tea!
On a dreary Christmas Eve, Washington crossed the Delaware.
The Brits were celebrating and were taken completely unaware!
Caught by surprise in Trenton, they were unable to flee,
All because they had to have that inviolable break for tea!
According to historians and such like who like to keep score,
They found that the Brits won many battles but they lost the war!
Though the point is debatable and the Brits might disagree,
Would we be speaking Cockney, had they not paused for a cup o' tea?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Findlater Castle overlooks the Moray Firth
In Scotland's north, situated on a quartz perch
Norse named, fyn leitr
The white cliff, for King Alexander
1246 historical note
In the books of the past
Historians quote
Built to deter an attack from the north
From Norway's, King Haakon the IV
Viking marauder, plunderer of Scots
Perishing's of both, after they fought
The Castle that stands
In the year 2009
History in its fading walls
Stand the test of time
To the Mullery family
Who breathed the air
Around the history and memories there
In its Aura, they have shared
" A short poem dedicated to Patrick my colleague
whose daughter was totally taken by their visit to Findlater Castle "
Gradma singing her passionate Neapolitan songs
from a balcony adorned with scarlet roses...her deep voice
not a soprano's, but delightful and expressed in humaneness;
her long golden hair brushed by the summer's aromatic breeze,
to spark a new passion in her lively blue eyes!
And has she ever told anyone about
carrying along that secret?
When grandpa left Italy, in clandestine disguise,
for a long, hopeful jeouney to America in the late thirties,
grandma sacrificed and suffered much; and when the Nazis
invaded the peaceful town of Baiano,
grandma made trips to the small mill in Arciano,
to grind grain and make her delicious bread:
encountering many dangers and fears ahead...
making her the heroine History won't recognize!
Have the historians overlooked her incredible courage,
and let her carry along that secret?
Women and young ladies, including grandma, adored
the handsome and fearless man Mussolini,
who resuscitated the old concept of the Roman Empire with evil ways...
manipulating the puppet' hands of the loyal Fascisti;
woe to me, if I had lived and rebelled in those dreadful days:
I would have been imprisoned and possibly been killed!
Out of grief and anger, I speak against
every injustice and not carry along that secret!
My uncle, Stefano, was taken to England by the British
as a prisoner of war...a coerced man so torn;
and Emma a kind-hearted English woman ,
and a lovely nurse with an impeccable humanity,
visited him often and brought him a home-cooked dish;
someting wonderful could have bloomed between them...
but all records and details have been lost instead,
and mine rely entirely on faded pictured filled with memory!
What unthinkable steps, the dictators of this earth take, to gain
their day in an unpromising sun: suddenly power and pride...gone;
Hitler's land devastated by the armies of justice...
with no shot-down bodies falling into self-dug ditches!
Powerful people could have prevented this inhumane slaughter with haste,
but silently watched them die... carrying along that secret!
I have observed that some of the wars of Israel, both ancient and modern, have been recorded and demonstrate a CELESTIAL infiltration greatly assisting and enabling their victory. Of course, there are those who always project such engagement of the supernatural as fairy tales and BESMIRCH the true history of the Israelite people. I prefer to believe in the biblical accounts than those of revisionist historians. I am forever anticipating the everlasting God who strengthens his people both Jews and Gentiles like the PINION of an eagle, enabling us to reach mountain heights otherwise impossible. I refuse to allow the impassioned THROES of hatred to blind the reality of love's immortal quest to restore all mankind to our original design and purpose. Not only God but nature itself pleas with us to make our short individual SOJOURN upon the earth count for something far bigger than ourselves. Indeed, may we allow God to reignite the light that was infused within us at creation. That light, so cleverly dimmed, smothered, and put out in Adam and Eve, must become LISSOME once more. When such becomes the state of mankind, the FIRMAMENT will give consent, and haters, greed-addicts, and power mongers will disappear like vapor from heated waters. Then, the lion will eat straw and cease the hunt for meaty prey. Then, weapons of war will be turned into pruning hooks. We will study war no more, and mankind the world over will REPOSE.
05222018PSContest, 8- Word Challenge 4, John Hamilton, 5P
There is one word that can be the guide for your life--
it is the word
reciprocity.
Pearl Buck
There are several synonymous words
co-arising feelings
needs
co-gravitating wants
personal and social integrity
political and economic synergy
neurological and psychological
ecological and theological
That can guide life v death,
health v pathology
cooperative wealth v competitive disinvestment
regeneration v degeneration
love v despair
impression v depression.
These include words of passion--
Compassion
co-passion
passion story
impassioned v dispassioned v mispassioned.
E. O. Wilson speaks of biological Consilience
where linguists and political historians
recall co-gravitating Creolization,
peaceful co-enculturation,
rather than patriarchal greedy excesses
of one-power sided colonization.
Neuro-psychologists,
more positive pro-health
than negative anti-pathologists,
recommend Resilient-Resonance.
Ecologists and theologians
prefer sustainably regenerative ego-centers
and eco-systems.
Bicameral neurologists
commune left with right hemisphere
harmonic wants with feelings
for compassionate therapeutic communication.
Communication therapists
and mediators
speak out and listen up
for Enthymematic communication,
curiously and courageously opaque
and dual dark
reflective absence of cognitive-affective
left-right dissonance.
Priests
and Preachers
and Teachers invoke secular/sacred
natural/spiritual communion
communication
community
cooperative economics
and win/win political theology
preparing us to receive mysterious Transubstantiation
regeneration
creolization
resilient compassion,
polyphonic rhapsody,
polypathic reciprocity,
More like co-investing with Buck
than passing the buck.