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There are those who say offensive words
should be banned from public speech,
oblivious to the fact that saying such
is incredibly offensive to me.
They prattle on, convinced that only
their own ideas hold the truth,
I wish I could say such madness
was limited to the naïve youth.
But the fact of the matter is quite clear,
though it may stick in their craw,
there’s no hate speech, only free speech,
and free speech is natural law.
We do not make exceptions for
the ideas which we despise.
A free man possesses, merely be being,
The right to speak his mind.
Nations that try to limit this,
whatever their intentions may be,
are committing evil against their own,
are performing acts of tyranny.
To silence voices that some dislike
is an insult to both one and all,
there’s no hate speech, only free speech,
and free speech is natural law.
So many forget that speech is more
then the mere flapping of gums.
Nations that can’t shout and debate
are the ones that turn to guns.
When there’s no way to voice concerns
a person turns into a powder keg,
what could be argued, loud and brash,
quickly becomes smashing heads.
The mayhem that this brings about
is quite bloody, cruel, and raw,
there’s no hate speech, only free speech,
and free speech is natural law.
Some will point to crass, vile bigots
as a reason to silence the mass,
forgetting that if you let bigots speak
they usually fall on their ass.
Others say it’s a social good
to keep our words under control,
but such thinking leads to work camps
in places brutal, lost, and cold.
It’s far time we reacquaint ourselves
with what our Founding Fathers saw:
There’s no hate speech, only free speech,
and free speech is natural law.
You left me alone
Your spirit descended and disappeared
As I remember, your Death came quick
I observed
I immediately felt alone
There was no longer your presence
Standing being the only image
Suddenly you spoke in a distance whisper, “Never far always Near”
Those words encouraged me, and you told me not to worry
Don’t feel sorry
You said my cries have no despair
I have always been fair
You see I am doing just fine
Sometimes I feel loss
Having no place in this world
Your soulful words, “I am where the Lord wants me to be”
Your distance far
I wish you were still here
The joy and friendship
Once upon a time
A person who was so kind
One day, we will meet again
A reacquaint that will never end
Remember you always
Your voice close to my heart
Your words my daily start
Soulful true
You are my daily life to always pursue.
"User name" and "password"
That's all you need to know.
Type them in , press "enter"
Then you’re fine to go.
Sounds quite simple really,
Till your memory starts to wane,
You trawl the deepest caverns
Of your tired and aging brain.
You thump the keyboard harder
As your temper starts to fray,
And curse the screen before you
With its "road block" in the way.
No pet, place or loved one’s name
Will give you access rights,
When you cannot remember
Those all important bytes.
Defeated, crazed you finally press
"Forgot your password?" key
But can't answer all the questions
To get you through security
To release your rescue e-mail
From this digital dictator,
Requires you reacquaint yourself
With your "administrator" ?
So how do you escape
From this technical morasse?
Caught with no ropes or crampons
In this digital crevasse ?
Well this is my solution
When you face the software snub,
Pull out the plug, put on your coat
And "log off" down the Pub !
Our Class is Close
By Franklin Price
4/23/2015
Our class is close though time has passed
Fifty years are quite a few
Through cyber space we travel fast
To reacquaint with ones we knew
Retired now or very soon
To face less hectic lives
Sit back enjoy the sun and moon
And more vacation drives
We'll tell of our adventures
On Facebook we will post
Try not to drop our dentures
When we tell our tales and boast
High school friends now getting age
Many gone along the way
Reconnecting now is all the rage
Now is the time to play
Don't be afraid to share with us
Past, present, future too
Do not offend or fight or fuss
Could lose a friend we have so few
Life's too short to pick a fight
Give postings lots of thought
Friends don't think that being right
Above all else is what we're taught
Support class mates when they are down
Post things of hope and care
Place a smile where was a frown
Let them know a friend is there
Loneliness, insecurity, and the weight of reality
threaten to break your naive heart.
And you struggle with feelings
of helplessness and uncertainty.
Your heart harbors hurt, fear, and pain;
but also a spark of hope
that calms your worries and allows a smile.
Examine who you are inside!
And if you feel you're missing out on something
try taking a deeper, closer look.
Hope and disappointment, like the layers of an onion,
have the same power to bring tears to your eyes.
So, gather up all the loving moments in your life,
and reacquaint yourself with those feelings of love.
Enduring years of heartache, you're frightened;
for it takes a brave heart to confront rejection,
and a determined soul to endure it.
You are unique!
Yet doubt festers in the darkest recesses of your mind;
where fear so often dwells.
And love feels so precious that it awes you with its beauty,
while at the same time, it scares you with its fragility.
I need not travel far
to sense God’s nearness --
the trill of His many
lyrical voices – Surely
the oriole knows same
intimacy; as does every
petal on the thrilling
rose, dripping luscious color
with scent – Clays-of-clouds
inspiring mental needing –
the toes of an infant, twitching
destiny to explore, long before
bottoms callus, and his legs
steadying for firm excursion --
Today, I think, I will be a child
again – in my mind and heart
reacquaint myself with
good witches in fairy-tales,
and with angels and prayer – …. Treating phones
and Internet like 14th century plague….
I
Turned into something of a wolfman.
(Beauty will do that to a man sometimes).
In
A dream I was told you lived in a motor home.
Somewhere on the continental divide (so unlike you).
In the frothy whirl of a dream, I was at your door and howled.
It was obvious you weren't home for quite some time.
I stepped inside as if I'd been there a thousand times.
Everything
Just like your mind, your place was in great disarray.
A single silver bullet embedded in a wicker nightstand.
I never did reacquaint myself with that angelic face.
That turned a man into a howler on a permanent chase.
Xmas tide,
a time for familial gatherings,
The golden chain of friendship
…and companions
Sweet on each other,
parading arm in arm
Together to share a feast and gift giving
...Nativity scenes, red, gold, green
bells ringing
Garlands, wreaths, and holly
Holiday romance rekindles and
swindles kisses under a mistletoe
Lovers making love!
…A lonely time for others
She arrives solo, one link’s absence sears
her heart yet another year
Smiles seem forced they’ll think
…Cry out the hosts,
Drink up, plenty of champaign !
Chums come and go quickly
Good to flatter one in a funk or ho-hum
The dinner is served, everyone rejoices
Mingles and reacquaint
Toasts and jingles can’t take her gaze away
True feelings are hidden
Like a disconsolate widow,
mournfully she yearns for him
Not a soul to tell, nor a cherished confidant
to share a secret or a private matter
Of the sensuality of karma sutra wooing her gently
Mesmerizing thoughts of a distant lover
have taken her far from the celebration
…His sultry eyes, savory lips
Sleekly sinewed neck, and bulging biceps
Quite an exquisite exhibition
Into his warm embrace and into subservience
Draped in satin, his fingertips tracing her curves
duplicating guitar intonation on his
gears, depressing down fretted notes
Making sultry harmonic tunes
Counting down at the twelfth fretboard
Lusty lullabies erogenous, with more alibies,
Keeps silent not to arouse suspicions of
an affair's existence that shouldn’t be
She counts down the twelve days of Xmas tide
her yearning entails
love is starved at Xmas tide~
he plays keep away
Have you ever had a longing inside to reach back and touch yesterday? To reacquaint and reunite with people and places of your past? I have.
Have you ever started a quest that felt like a dream at first, with hopes of becoming one of the most beautiful projects of your life? I have.
I called it my connectivity quest, and there have been some rich experiences.
I once reached a place so nostalgic, so beautiful and captivating, that it was difficult to depart. I got comfortable, felt safe and secure, soothing and warm; I felt the loving embrace of peace and a level of freedom unlike any before.
Although from the start I knew that I could not stay; still, I felt no need or desire to rush. Although It was a sweet place of rest, reflection, and renewal; in my heart, I knew that it was not my place of destiny.
For a season my heart was stuck in neutral; my soul wanted to park; and every part of this place had my name on it. And so, from my camp of tranquility, from my haven of rest, from my playground of ‘remember when’s’, I arose and moved on. Moving on was not a 'want to' move but a 'had to' one.
Though reluctantly, I too, like cowboys of old after a cup of coffee, heard the sound of someone yelling out to me, “Head Em Up! Move Em Out! Rawhide!”
PSContest07312017, Let It Be, Catie Lindsey
If Death would grant, just one more day,
I’d use that time to simply play.
I'd take you in my arms once more,
and get to know you like before.
If I could, but see you again,
without the fog of grief or pain.
I would start my day with a smile,
if we could just talk for a while.
I'd say the words kept in my heart,
like how I loved you from the start.
And to mend a heart that’s broken,
silent feelings would be spoken.
I'd snuggle close and hold your hand,
letting you know just where I stand.
I'd reacquaint myself with you,
so you would know my love was true.
I would spend our time together,
wishing it would last forever.
And with our lips pressed in a kiss,
I’d fill your last moments with bliss.