Sunday, May 24, 2020

More Otis Redding

Sundays a long time ago
Were different.
Even for those who didn't go
to a gathering where they listened
To ideals, sang some chants;
Then scurried to buffets
Like eager ants.

Some might say
This is good book abuse;
That the Lord would not
Appreciate this point of view.
I disagree.
Who knows what the
Actual Lord might do?

Here's the thing about prayer.
It's one way to simply
Slow down and breathe.
One man's mantra
Might be another's 
Memorized verse.
No one's demanding or
Trying to coerce
That the notion of different
Wears its badge of diverse.

Yet, maybe you'll agree:
Lots of ways to get that
Cat out of the bag
Or loose from the tree.

Sunday early morning
on the porch in an easy chair:
Watching walkers slide past.
Some alone, some in pairs.
Birds chirping in a warm breeze;
Putting the laissez in laissez-faire.

Some insist there's a stairway
to the great beyond, even heaven.
Might be true, might just be
Some calm water you're treading.
Now, with so much rancor, we need
More Otis Redding, less Armageddon.

But where we can find Jesus
If not in a congregation?
If we don't meet on Sundays
We're inciting damnation.
How can we be forgiven?
Where is our salvation?

Take a look around.
Every day is an opportunity
To lovingly share this world:
It's just one big community.

You can pray to an icon
Or even a doctrine.
You can buy and sell
The soul at an auction.

You can also breathe
and meditate.
Find yourself.
Lose the hate.

That's really
All it takes.
Breathe, and
Lose the hate.

Frisky

A nature enthusiast named Errol
Frolicked and gamboled as he
Swung on vines in green apparel.
A metaphor for all times
Akin to a snappy carol
Written by Wodehouse;
Sung by Ella Fitzgerald.

A rhythm to the moment
Of impending peril:
Akin to traversing the falls
In a rain barrel:
Then reading about it later
In the Boston Herald.

Born free is one thing
Staying free is anti-sterile.
Let it all hang out
And scoff at being careful.
Room to roam without leash
Is the essence of feral.

Sunday, May 17, 2020

Pissarro Sail

His plan was quite sound;
The old salt stood his ground.
He knew what he needed:
A batch of J.J. Cale,
Three bottles of ale,
And a Pissarro sail.

Then he would venture
Into mystical whimsy,
Like a truth log in search
Of the cleanest chimney.

Ashes to ashes;
Bashes and crashes
Set that smoke free.
Watch how it spirals.
It just might go viral
Eventually.

Funny how flames
Tell us what is true,
Form an alliance.
Was it defiance?
Or just that cliché?

Where there’s smoke,
There’s a song by The Doors.
“Come on baby,
Light my” … What?
No matches?
How can that be?

Ashes to ashes;
Bashes and crashes
Set that smoke free.
Watch how it spirals.
It just might go viral
Eventually.

Find my boom box
Put on a stack of Cale
Fetch more ice
To fill the pail.
Trim the rigging,
Hoist the sail.
Come on Queenie
Let’s hunt the whale.

Moby Pissarro
Might be a story.
Might be a song
A tad less gory.

Whatever the process
Whatever expression:
It’s totally up to you;
Totally your discretion.
But heed my advice:
Trust your first impression.

Ashes to ashes;
Bashes and crashes
Set that smoke free.
Watch how it spirals.
It just might go viral
Eventually.

Friday, May 15, 2020

Crusty Codgers

Crusty Codgers
Come in pairs:
Always the lift
Never the stairs.

Some like satin
Others munch cheese:
They’re all wishing
For brand new knees.

They eat early.
Love to sleep late.
Few are skinny.
Most must lose weight.

Crusty Codgers
They’re at the mall,
Walking in circles
Trying to get small.

Food court gets ‘em
When they need a break:
Hot dogs, pizza
Then a milk shake.

Then back to the grind
Round and round;
Mall rats on the move
Stressing each pound.

Crusty Codgers
Forget to smile.
Tip the waitress?
That’s not their style.




Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Acorn. Gravity. Tree.

Comes a time
That sets you free.

It’s not just the words:
It’s the punctuation.

Hear the melody,
Find the syncopation.

Acorn. Gravity. Tree.
Process is Destination.

That backbeat
Should you lose it:
Close your eyes
And breathe the music.

Too close to the stage
To see the show;
Too close to the river
To go with the flow:
The more you live
The less you know.




Friday, May 8, 2020

Bum Steers

Sen. Martha McSally won’t commit to backing additional financial support for state and local governments  during the COVID-19 pandemic, saying taxpayers should not bail them out for years of mismanagement.

During a recent virtual town hall hosted by the mayor of Surprise, McSally, R-Ariz., reiterated her call for increased flexibility in how funds can be used, but made clear she sees big, blue-state cities as trying to fleece red states.

“I’m just going to be frank with you guys, OK,” she said in an hourlong videotaped event. “This is not the time for states and cities — unlike Arizona, unlike Surprise — who have mismanaged their budgets over the course of many decades, for them to use this as an opportunity to see you, as a taxpayer in Arizona, as a cash cow for them in whatever city you want to talk about, whether it’s Chicago or New York or whatever."

Here's a link:  Cash Cow Disease


There are people who naturally have empathy for the misfortunes of others, accepting and understanding that many folks who need help have no choice, while others game the system.

The opposite side of that coin are people who insist there is a much higher percentage of "system gamers."

Those are the types of people depicted in Bruce Hornsby's classic, "The Way It Is." Those are the people who sneer, just for fun, at those in the welfare line, and say, "Get a job."

In my experience most people not only want to work, they also need to work. Most people are ashamed that they are needy.

Those who mock the unfortunate are despicable in my view, and yet rather than use generic labels, as in GOP Senator, I prefer politician because it is not a coincidence that the wealthiest among us are also, quite often, the most cynical. There are plenty of wealthy Democrats, so it is not the curse of having money that causes the disconnect from those who have to those who don't. 

What is appalling is that with the current administration and its various enablers, either in elected office, in the media, or simply a lobby lizard hoping to score, the amount of blame and scorn they have for those who need food stamps, for instance, or a decent lunch in a public school.

These are Americans conveniently forgetting that luck is an enormous factor in the path that is taken by other Americans — yet the scorn and anger suggests that the poor are really from another country and are "not actual Americans." 

The best example of luck at birth belongs to our "president," who insists he's a self-made billionaire, which is two lies at once. Had the con man not been given a fortune, he'd be selling used shoes in a failing mall that time had forgotten. 

It's not inherently a right wing vs left wing issue, but few Democrats have publicly demanded that benefits for the poor be reduced.

Is it a form of greed? 

To not only be well off, but to actively seek a form of retribution for those who aren't? 

Or is this public shaming of the misfortunate merely pandering to "the base" ... and  for this current administration, the word base can be used on every level.  Heartless, cruel, vindictive and seemingly immune to any reality that does not amplify or enhance their bias.

The current administration's answer for most problems is yet another tax cut for the wealthiest among us, which the 1 percent does not need, and at the same time inflict even more hardship on the much less fortunate. It's a vicious combination of avarice and spite ... that the poor must be punished because they chose that route in life.

The White House wants to end Obamacare and get its hands on the Social Security funds, spewing that healthcare must be a private entity and that Social Security is an entitlement — in essence, abolish "free" medical care and stop handing out cash to the poor. This is jam for the Trump base. If it is not Obama's fault, then it must be those existing on the margins.

These days there is quite a bit of hand-wringing about the choice of candidates in the coming presidential election. I don't see a choice at all.  

It's as easy as Life vs Death.