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Tag Archives: politics
strumming for peace
lots of folks have evil twitter fun, I’m no different
dream disciples
cup the calm
time to relax the mind, heighten the senses
take the fingers for a stroll
haven’t let them loose in the Egyptian sheets lately
are we getting too closed in, devolving perhaps
like caged beasts and fishermen lost at sea
remap the stars
navigate to himβto her, across bombarding waves
intoxicate the glands, harden the resolve to coexist peacefully
the way temporary humans should on a temporary planet
back to whispering a sweet name in a fit of honest passion
a return to thanking the nakedness of the night
where muscles unhinge from scabbards
and time levels no orders
cup the calm, drink its sanity, inhale slowly and with much purpose
walk into the fray and remain unchanged

golden opportunity
back to the beginning
evolution
back to the beginning
2016
the world spins
axis
the world spins
speculation
yet this morning, I couldn’t keep off the keys
music
yet this morning, I couldn’t keep off the keys
social media
steer by the stars
navigate
steer by the stars
fame
“It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times…”
we tend to forget
we tend to remember
need a period of darkness to bloom
poinsettias
need a period of darkness to bloom
civility
golden opportunity
ours
golden opportunity
2017
magical words, miraculous changes
it has been said
passed down from yuletide lips
Charles Dickens saved Christmas
not the man, ’twas the book
his story, we all know
if you don’t (your library copy might have gotten jammed in an 1843 chimney)
Industrial Revolution spinning at warp-speed
factory holidays are ghost shadows
we are living in the fast-pacing presentβmore is better
our dull, simple past soiled with slumming traditionsβless was less
one floor above sweating basement workers, the future appears bright and shiny
a young boy’s father gets locked up in debtors’ prison
the child Charles, now forced to labor in a “rat-infested boot-blackening factory”
these formidable memories haunt Dickens
I imagine Charles back then
beneath winter’s moonlight
childhood terrors like bony hands slamming rusted leonine door knockers
he summons these all-too-vivid specters to do battle with his benevolent muse
the war won
A Christmas Carol is born
“…in 1867 Dickens reads A Christmas Carol. One of the audience members,
Mr. Fairbanks (a scale manufacturer) was so moved that he decided to break custom
and give his workers Christmas Day off and not only did he close the factory,
he gave turkeys to all his employees.”
magical words can inspire hearts to make miraculous changes
Charles Dickens, true to his words became an exceptional philanthropist. “…the welfare of the nation’s children was at the top of his list of concerns, and he used his pen and his considerable dramatic and oratorical powers to raise awareness of the plight of poor children and to raise money for children’s charities…”
sources in order of quoted appearance: Uncle John’s, Christmas Collection (yes, the Bathroom Reader, please don’t judge where I sometimes readπ), charlesdickensinfo.com, hharp.org
if my little poetry book love of the monster helps one heart, that would be a gift I’d keep trying to giveπ










