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Author's note: Talk is good, conversation is better. I don't know that any good ever came out of an argument, and in a supposedly enlightened society, no subject should be off limits.
In hallowed halls of ivy 'cross the nation,
In dorm rooms and classrooms,
Quadrangles and halls,
In locker rooms and laundry rooms,
In bookstores and malls,
Campus U's and coffee bars,
City trans and private cars,
Etc., etc., etc.,
Students and academics alike
Love to get up early and stay up late
To discuss or argue and debate
A plethora of currently controversial,
Debatably debatable,
Arguably arguable issues, i.e.:
Evolution or creation;
Salvation or damnation;
Missile ranges; climate changes;
Global warming; eco-farming;
Obesity; incontinence;
Casual sex or abstinence;
Free love or marriage,
Same sex or straight;
Labor or capital;
Minimum pay rate;
Democracy or autocracy;
Despotism or anarchy;
Christianity or paganism;
Civilization or barbarism;
Religion or terrorism;
More prisons or more schools;
Why so many grammar rules;
Why the federal deficit mounts;
Whether oral sex really counts;
Wearable technology;
Is war a perversion or merely perverse;
Our position in the universe;
To be or not to be;
Is there an end to infinity;
Etc., etc., etc.
And they always strive with utmost care
To present both sides of a question equitably
Because it makes them feel aloof and erudite,
Impersonal yet superior,
Open-minded, objective, and fair,
Detached from everything but essential abstract truths.
With meticulously researched facts
Neatly organized on index cards or iPads,
They argue passionately and hotly,
But behind the facts and figures,
And once they've gotten past the fads,
They have no real passions
Or even any real feelings about the issues
One way or the other,
Except the somewhat nagging concern
That they might be right…
Or wrong…
And then what?
Author's additional note: I'm not sure which "category" to put this piece under, dear readers. Any suggestions?
Where is God?
By Michelle Morris
10/01/2023
Things go wrong in society
And people ask, "Where is God?"
We remove Him from every place
And people ask, "Where is God?"
Even in churches, He is removed
Where politics and bureaucracy
Human weakness and rituals
Turn people away from God's grace
Even in schools, He is removed
When children kill each other
People ask, "Where is God?"
But still, no prayer in schools
Where is God?
Where is God?
People are always asking
"Where is God?"
Let's stop and consider this
God is within each of us
Even if we don't realise it
He is the Creator of the Universe
It doesn't matter
What your belief system is for you
Just focus on believing
In something that is pure and good
If everyone was decent
And we raised our children right
If we stopped focusing on the politics
And let God back in the fight
We'd create a changed society
Bring light into this world
Allowing God to guide our actions
Allowing His Universe to unfold
For God is all powerful
God is good and kind
God is grace and mercy
God is peace of mind
Perhaps if we all realised
That God is everywhere
We'd stop focusing on religion
Or putting the blame on beliefs and fears
For we are ultimately one heart
We are all one communal soul
God is in each of us
And He is the greater whole
© Michelle Morris, 2023
I was raised Catholic,
but never asked to be baptized.
Of course, I had no choice;
it was a "right" my parents exercised.
When it came to being Catholic,
I was something of a maverick,
and certainly a rebel
when I sometimes "raised hell".
And this is really something
I cannot sugarcoat:
Catholic dogma was constantly
being shoved down my throat.
When I was just six years old
I realized I was being coerced
to go to Sunday mass -
a rule very strictly enforced.
As far as my parents and others were concerned,
Catholicism was never negotiable,
but throughout my childhood and my youth
I simply refused to be moldable.
When I was growing up, I had to go to Catholic schools
and prayers were said aloud several times a day.
That was the reality and those were the rules
along with other functions where we were told to pray.
And attempts to inflict "Catholic guilt"
would certainly, and frequently, ring
when I later refused to do readings at mass
or join the church choir to sing.
In those days, the churches had a firm grip
on people's hearts and minds,
so much so that when evil acts were committed
church leaders - and the public - were willfully blind.
When I think back, there was much deceit and hypocrisy
and I wondered "Do we really live in a democracy?",
because, given the powers that churches had,
it seemed to be more of a theocracy.
Today, in the twenty-first century,
the churches' power has waned considerably,
and while organized religion is still a powerful force
it needs to be monitored as a matter of course.
We are badgered by the media most every other day,
Blaring that self-appointed conjurors want to take our God away!
Maybe they should be challenged with more productive things to do,
Like caring for the hungry and homeless, ceasing such hullabaloo!
Seems that most folks find The Creator comforting and consoling,
And can do without others' jaundiced views and constant cajoling.
It wouldn't harm our youth to respect The Ruler of this celestial ball,
Or they might grow to adulthood respecting little or nothing at all!
A few misguided souls tout the First Amendment and free speech,
When any mention of God is made, thinking it an alarming breach!
Did they ever consider they are infringing on another person's right,
When they want to cease the mention of God in things we say or write!
Prayer is out of schools, they want to change the Pledge of Allegiance,
Deleting all references to God and His much needed munificence!
The Ten Commandments are no longer desired for general public view.
How dare they presume that they are offensive to me and you!
Great civilizations have crumbled from far less than we condone.
The vast majority of folks believe there is a God yet on His throne,
Praying that one day to this great nation sanity will be restored.
As the Psalmist said, "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Our country is a shooting gallery
Ten cents will buy ten shots at infamy
Just shoot a cop, you'll be on Fox
Skin color now is really hot
So far five out of ten's the best we've seen
Mass shootings now are really all the rage
Like hunting birds locked up inside a cage
High schools are cool, theaters rule
Or you can kill a nightclub full
Your face will make the newspaper's front page
So hurry and go buy yourself a gun
They sell them on the street corner for fun
Don't take no static, get an automatic
Pretend to be a religious fanatic
You'll have to kill a bunch to be number one
an original poem by Daniel Turner
And at dawn's
Bow to dusk by
Each day's end,
She bedded in her
Unwindowed Lonehut,
Skinned of thatch,
That she too may sleep...
She would shut her eyes,
After shutting her door,
For sleep that ever ignored
Her crave.
For in her dreams, a thousand
Shadows chased her into the sea
That steered directly at her thatchedhut.
And in it, sharks, in their schools, would
Expel her, and she would awaken and
Rain would depart from her eyes to her
Bed through the remainder of dusk
Till dusk died down and dawn redawned.
She unfastened her canoe by sunlight
And sailed along with other fishers
Who ever preached to her about her
Beloved hut.
But defying all, she ever returned to it.
But unlike she couldn't afford anew one,
But because she just craved to...
And one day she slept and her soul,
In the otherlyworld,
Noted that she had had enough sleep,
Moved to awaken but could not...
Her friends, the fishers, well aware of
Her long absence around and ashore,
Made for her hut; force-opened its door,
For being silent to their knocks,
And what they saw was why
Humans ever shake heads sideways at
Sad-news and in sadness...
Forget International law we’re going to war
Bloodlet betrayal Israel settles an old score
Rational regret nope they’ve done it before
Democracy trumps theocracy don't be a bore
Ideology analogy rampant hypocrisy the core
Encore beast feasts on Middle East once more
Yanks a bellicose hero no gung ho Emperor Nero
Iran has how many nuke warheads ..yep ZERO
Know North Korea has at least sixty..so hey ho
Tehran has subverted & really perverted the Quran
Mistook a book which dearly above all is about love
Protests hushed and clearly crushed by an iron glove
Vulture that killed Persian culture and became Iran
Recurring theme yes yet another despicable regime
We get the gist of the tryst to enlist be a misogynist
Twist with that insatiable hunger to be a warmonger
Confessed annihilation dressed up as emancipation
Just like the Vietnamese wheeze an illegal invasion
Afghanistan and Pakistan but not always only Asian
Hark back to Iraq those weapons of mass destruction
Iran made up glory story crass Bush & Blair production
No compunction Trump’s voter slump needs a ruction
Shouting we did collar Khamenei the deadly scholar
Flouting drastic snide bully tactic plied again with pride
No better than Hezbollah raving craving every oil dollar
We holler you’re killing women & kids like the Ayatollah
Displaced races & harrowed faces can’t choose a side
Bow & kowtow right now or you’ve got nowhere to hide
Nethanyahu retinue continue with the US by their side
Permitted even after in Gaza they committed genocide
The West rules poor people just tools schools of mules
We’re not fools we know who drools over fossil fuels
But if there is a sliver of silver lining shining in the sky
Defining demise of the ersatz ex pat twa*s tax free lie
Goodbye to the whining rash brash flash hellhole Dubai!
On October the 7th, the precarious peace
of the disputed ancient lands began to cease.
The enraged avengers brought the Al-Aqsa flood
that deluged the Re'im music festival with blood.
Then very swiftly came the lopsided response
that decimated women and children at once.
The zionists' war machine sweeps the Gazan land,
rendering its closely compacted earth to flatland.
The Mosques, churches, schools, and hospitals are all gone.
Scores wail uncontrollably aloud as they mourn.
Having no point of refuge, refugees take flight
as they seek for bombshelters with no hopes in sight.
Hamas belligerents their explosive arrows throw
at overwhelmed defenses of an ageold foe.
Zionists with torrential explosives respond
with offensive operations within and beyond.
Oh that the Gaza strip might tranquility know!
Oh that the blood in the West bank would cease to flow!
Oh that Israel would flourish and as a nation grow!
Oh that the warring factions would the seed of peace sow!
Oh that the two warring factions would merry and dance!
Oh that the two state solution was given a chance!
IS THERE NO END
Boom, Boom- goes the night
Rattle tat-tat, they fight
High-pitched screaming pierces the sky-
As another young person prepares to die-
Turn on the news
A child is crying-cause- they have been abused-
While mom is pleading for justice to be served-
Across the city-another person is hurt-
__NEWS FLASH__
Drunk driver’s car jumped the curve-
Schools are no longer safe to attend-
Drive-by shootings-gang fighting-drugs
Is there no end?
Ladies pushing babies-stops to buy crack
Baby starts crying-mom goes “whack”!
Police cruise down the streets-shakes their heads
They blame the parents for the education they never got-
Knowing they are being mocked; they surmise that these streets are mean
The people are lost and confused-
The children are neglected and abused-
Is there no end?
Boom, boom goes the night
Rattle-tat-tat-they fight
High-pitched screaming pierces the sky-
As another young person prepares to die-
Prime Minister’s Question Time
That Wednesday morning farce
That starts with the sycophants
Verbally kissing the Premier’s ****,
Followed by the Opposition Leader
Who begs and implores
Answers to his questions
Which the Prime Minister ignores,.
To indulge in propaganda
And very personal attack
When the Opposition Leader
Vey quickly bites back.
Those present in the House
All bay, yell and scream like fools
In way that would bring exclusion
From most decent primary schools.
Democracy in action
There for all to see
The Parliamentary equivalent
Of the The Goon Show on TV
Prime Minister’s Question Time
A misnomer indeed
Behaviour more fitting those
High on skunk, roofies or weed.
A most unedifying spectacle
But thats just how it looks
When any nation is led by
Hypocrites, spivs and crooks.
The honourable resignation
A thing of the long long past
As those in power cling on
Until the very very last.
And loyalty is rewarded,
When the opportunity affords,
By the lifetime sinecure of
A seat in the House of Lords.
We treat politicians with deference
In a manner that confounds
Forgetting they work for us
And not the other way around.