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I am President McKinley assassinated,
Roosevelt takes office.
I am Einstein's theory of relativity as
Promised.
I am the Harley-Davidson that was
Created.
I am even today no other cycle has
Dominated.
I am MLB's first world series
Game.
I am the disposable razor,
King Gillette is the name.
I am Susan B. Anthony the year
She dies.
I am President Roosevelt when he wins
The Nobel Peace Prize.
I am Oklahoma when it becomes a
State.
I am San Francisco when the earth
Shakes.
I am an explosion in a West Virginia
Coal mine.
I am the wheatback penny with a
New design.
I am the FBI the day it was
Born.
I am the Model-T ford without
A horn.
I am instant coffee when it was
Introduced.
I am color in a photo first
Produced.
I am silent movies at the
Picture show.
I am America modernized by
The radio.
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The Watergaw
by Hugh MacDiarmid
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
One wet forenight in the sheep-shearing season
I saw the uncanniest thing—
a watergaw with its wavering light
shining beyond the wild downpour of rain ...
and I thought of the last wild look that you gave
when you knew you were destined for the grave.
There was no light in the skylark's nest
that night—no—nor any in mine;
but now often I've thought of that foolish light
and of these irrational hearts of men ...
and I think that, perhaps, at last I ken
what your look meant then.
Hugh MacDiarmid wrote "The Watergaw" in a Scots dialect. I have translated or "modernized" the poem into modern English to make it easier to read and understand.
Keywords/Tags: Scotland, Scot, Scottish, Scots dialect, night, nightfall, rain, grave, death, death of a friend, light, lights, watergaw, heart, heartache, heartbroken, broken heart, heart song
The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring.
When winter’s ice stops up the water’s flow,
as small town folk expect, the Mill shuts down.
The Mill shuts down, yet people mill around.
Some weekend nights we'd see the miller’s son
and his young cronies heading down that road.
It happened quite often and we guessed why;
but knowing wouldn't throttle tittle-tat.
Whispers ran through the town from door to door
and farther still they traveled phone to phone.
From where we talked, such weekend visits spoke
of poker, gambling, maybe beer and girls.
Such gossip served to freeze up logic’s course.
Such gossip thawed the warmer days of March;
electric poles appear around the site.
Ice melts, revealing secrets - wheel creaks.
The secret is… they’ve modernized the mill
surprising us all who had run our tongues.
Its mighty wheel will creak now all year round,
all year round, just like the gossip mill.
Like every mortal since Adam and Eve's transgression, I'm not perfect,
but in The Church, The Bride of Christ is where I want to be. I'm not a self-proclaimed critic sitting on a high bar. I'm not a Christian claiming to be 'holier than thou'. I only know what I feel, what I sense, what I see. I'm neither prophet nor seer, but I know what I see. There are churches in
what seems to be a valley paved with a roadway that is shaped like a "Y", called the Valley of Decision.
There's no burning flame on the stove top, but I SEE A CHURCH
unaware of its impending demise like the frog in the kettle. I hear a wake-up call from the heavens, but I SEE A CHURCH fast asleep like Rip Van Winkle who slept through the American Revolution. It has been a while since the Exodus, but I SEE A CHURCH enslaved in Egypt land. Presently, I'm not aware of an Exodus, but I SEE A CHURCH
wandering in the wilderness and struggling to be led.
Armed with weapons not made with hands, I SEE A CHURCH in conflict
and at war with its worst enemy. It's not on the Island of Patmos, but I SEE A MODERNIZED AND WORLDLY CHURCH at ease in Zion and entangled in Laodicea.
There is no food famine in America presently, but I SEE ANOTHER CHURCH hungry and thirsty for change, renewal, revival, restoration, and a move of God. We are nearing the crossroads of time and eternity where the sand in the hourglass is dropping rapidly, and I SEE THIS CHURCH, not in panic but preparation mode, and poised for a reset in anticipation for the last great awaking just before the 2nd coming of the KING of kings and LORD of lords!!!
080720PS
Lovely people and angry people
This afternoon, in Lisbon, a charming march about saving the Sobreiro- tree, about 300 people gathered
under the shade of the tree's big crown, recited poems
and sang; my heart warmed, These are my people and they will never be cynical because there is always another
hopeful poem to write.
Parallel to the tree saver was a group dedicated to saving the old buildings in Lisbon about 2600 fine buildings, that can be modernized and made rat-free
To live in narrow streets near abandoned dwelling
is not as romantic as it looks.
Two minor football clubs I have not heard the name of
showed us fast, furious and violent football, quite different from the female of the same name whose idea of sport is somewhat less rushed.
Later on, a talk program led by a man speaking to two
women about a kiss (not the famous painting) planted on the mouth of a female player, by a manager of a club
the interviewer was on a loser, but the gist of the case was, no man should ever kiss a woman without her permission, preferably in writing.
Furious women in the streets of Barcelona demanded the man's head and got it.
Sigh, we are all guilty and should be ashamed-
Through the Ages
I'm back in the streets of my childhood
no, there is no fanfare I have lived long
in a place with warmer hearts
Here, where I was born, I feel foreign
so much so I'm not sure if I remember
another child's life
1948, when bleakness was white
I nevertheless saw a green soot between
the house in a crack, it had been rain
but I could smell spring
At that time, a man of twenty-eight was
regarded as too old to get married
Those who made it to sixty-five were
interviewed by the local paper and asked
how come he reached this age
We played with an empty bottle of booze
wondered if it had a secret hidden from
us, because the adults behaved funny
after drinking its liquid, sometimes men
fought, and women screamed.
The house where five families lived
in poverty, has been modernized and
is now an office building, do the new
occupiers sense the smell of poverty
emitting from walls
I cut the shackles and fled, but my
memories often drive me back
like it or not, most of my generation has
died out, they were too modest to
appear in history books
Banana trees
Most of the jungles of Sumatra are uprooted
to plant banana trees the orangutans have been made homeless.
They try to sit in the banana trees, but it is too brittle for the animals
besides, they don´t care for this type of fruit, which gives them the runs.
It reminds me of Lisbon the Portuguese are proud of.
Moneyed people are coming from abroad to settle in the city,
a wonderful place to live.
The poor cannot afford the high rent when flats are modernized
to suit newcomers.
The unfortunates are pushed out to find a shack, if they are lucky
or failing that, live in tents;
many tents, in parks and sideroads while waiting to be housed.
There are many pretty banana trees in Lisbon, but they are expensive.
It has always been like this, the poor and the uncommunicative
must take the brunt when a town goes upmarket.
At Seder 1 we helped prepare
The soup and matzoh balls served there,
The hard-boiled eggs and chicken dressed
In farfel flakes, which tastes the best.
At tables set to serve sixteen,
With kids and grandfolk on the scene,
We read and sang, sipped wine and juice,
The atmosphere relaxed and loose.
The meal complete, the kids ran ‘round,
The afikomen finally found.
The grown-ups schmoozed, dessert consumed
‘Til things slowed down as bedtime loomed.
For Seder 2, we hit the road
And drove in windshield-wiper mode
To visit family miles away
Where overnight we planned to stay.
The Seder table, set for five,
Did beckon us to keep alive
Within Haggadahs Ken revised
The same old tale, but modernized.
We dug into delicious food,
Conversing in a festive mood.
No kids around, but Darby’s tail
Was wagging on an epic scale.
Two Seders, different and unique,
To welcome in this matzoh week
Were back-to-back reminders of
The past and present, fused with love.
SNOWMAN’S LAMENT
(Written in reply to Margarita Lilico's poem, "My Icy Friend")
Each winter, lying flat and soft upon the ground,
I waited patiently for you to come around.
And, year after year, you would be there
To recreate me with your usual flair
Layer-by layer, your gentle hands would mould me.
I yearned to feel your loving arms enfold me.
Every year, enthusiasm unabated,
You would make me more sophisticated
A carrot nose, blue button eyes,
And round my neck, one of your father’s ties.
And as you fashioned my every part,
Did you know you had melted my heart?
Then, when winter ended, as all winters do,
Alas, the rest of me melted too.
MY ICY FRIEND
By Margarita Lilico
I always built a snowman - since childhood,
Each time I longed to keep it - as if I could.
Adding snow layers, I felt at the year-end
Warm and affectionate towards my icy friend.
I grew up and modernized my snow design,
My friend got more attractive, but never mine.
Though unrequited my erstwhile winter bond,
I recreate every time despite the cold.
My dear snowman, memento to remember –
The solace of my soul in dark December.
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element of my surmised;
evening going to be surprised;
by t he click's you modernized;
this is just me up and on the rise;
clouds dancing in the skies
winds and currents walk on by
fire climbs, air tides too;
this is up above the view;
UPRISING
UP RISING
UPRISING
UP RISING
enticing me to fly;
as I look up and see the angels, with my eyes;
element of my submissions;
holy presents conditions;
by the click's you modernized
this is just me up and on the rise;
clouds dancing in the skies;
UPRISING
UP RISING
UPRISING
UP RISING
winds and currents walk on by;
fire climbs, air tides tool
this is up above the view;
enticing me to fly, enticing me to fly;
as I look up and se the angels, with my eyes;
when I awaken from my sleep;
out of the darkness I do speak;
UPRISING
UP RISING
UPRISING
UP RISING
I GET UP THIS IS UP ABOVE MY VIEW;
THIS IS UP ABOVE YOURS TOO;
ENTICING US TO FLY;
ENTICING ME TO CRY;
AS WE LOOK UP AND SEE THE ANGELS WITH OUR EYES;
ELEMENTS OF OUR SUBMISSIONS;
HOLY PRESENTS CONDITIONS AS I LOOK, AS WE LOOK UP AND SEE THE ANGELS WITH OUR EYES
UPRISING