Easy lies wreck
the lives of complicated folk who simply can’t tell the truth
Truth telling
drives rifts between liars and the lied to
Lying changes
the color of reality
Friday, December 27, 2013
A poem to my dad
A poem to
my dad
Years ago you took me there to play among the
desks
Exalted in my own way, your only child, princess
of peaceful nations,
Running about the halls of world governance,
"They shall beat their swords into plow
shares",
Full of hope for a world that had so recently run
amok--
as it would do so again in the pendulum swing of
time--
And hope would swing back too, kind of by the definition of a pendulum and
the ways of the world
March 28, 2001
At journey's end
At journey’s end they were met by his lover and
their daughter
Was he so eager to see her, his lover, after a
connubial trip away?
At journey’s end they were met by his lover and
their daughter
Buses are places I write
My café, my library,
With cell phones and babies crying
Earnest conversations, nanny reprimands,
Brief exchanges between the driver and his flock
I take these slow lugubrious trips as inspiration for my
pen
Inspiration is a big word
Long, many syllabeld, deep meaning
Does the ride inspire or the company of strangers
Strangers whose tales I do not tell
Whose lives I fail to touch
Strangers who do not reach me
Whom I never meet or greet
Is this inspiration or just passing of time?
Filling a note book with mere observance and day
dreams?
Another poem of love for you
It
is a feeling that you are reeling
Is
it real this feeling of reeling
Or
is it love?
Reeling
and wheeling freely and
Free-wheeling
and reeling then
Stealing
a kiss or two and touching the ceiling
Is
it real or is it you?
This
is my feeling like I am set loose and
I
am reeling and really in love with you
(Love poem #29)
Love Poen #19
A Valentine’s Poem
I
will always depend
On
your touch to guide me
On
your smile to warm me and beguile me
On
your hug to reassure me
On
your laugh to amuse me and make me laugh
On
your love to caress me
I
will always depend on you
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
The spirit of the season
Atheists run for cover this time of year, when religiosity is conflated with good will and generosity.
There is no room for us. (Notice that even Bill Maher takes a break this time of year.)
Nor for those who are not Christians, really, as the season denies our spirit and liberality. Sufis, Buddhists, Muslims, Jews, Hindus are excluded from the cheer of this holiday.
Even in the United States which prides itself on freedom of religion, church and state do not go their separate ways at Christmas time. In fact, the holiday is widely celebrated by our politicians in public fori of all sorts. Christmas is not an ecumenical holdiay, nor is it in any sense all-encompassing.
It is a deeply religious celebration for those of the Christian faith. Christmas marks the day that Jesus, whom Christians worship as the son of God, was born. This is no trivial holiday, despite its commercial trappings and the introduction of Santa Claus the gift giver into the picture.
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There is no room for us. (Notice that even Bill Maher takes a break this time of year.)
Nor for those who are not Christians, really, as the season denies our spirit and liberality. Sufis, Buddhists, Muslims, Jews, Hindus are excluded from the cheer of this holiday.
Even in the United States which prides itself on freedom of religion, church and state do not go their separate ways at Christmas time. In fact, the holiday is widely celebrated by our politicians in public fori of all sorts. Christmas is not an ecumenical holdiay, nor is it in any sense all-encompassing.
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Christmas should be treated with the sanctity of a religious holiday. Instead, in an effort to make believers of us all, or make those of us who do not subscribe to religion into Scrooges, it has been turned into a "season of joy and peace."
Bah Humbug.
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