Saturday, January 25, 2020

Poem for the week: "I Want More, and I Want It Fast"



I Want More, and I Want It Fast

“I want more, and I want it fast,”
said the lady of the land, the fourth
child of an alcoholic and broken
man taken from his home when he
was only ten to be assimilated into
the culture, language, and strange
ways of the people that appropriated
the land from his people and made it
their own; but the times have changed,
as has the moral imperative, and the
people of the land demand their old
ways back, their culture, language,
and much more, and the lady of the
land cried the R-word like a wailing
banshee. “I want more, and I want
it fast,” she kept repeating over and
over and over again, like a ghost
hungering for its lost soul.





Saturday, January 18, 2020

Poem for the week: "The Mathematics of Love"


The Mathematics of Love

All the signs were there, but he did not
know how to read them and read them
the wrong way, but it was too much
to bear, and he had to walk away.

Seven long years they were together,
both widows with families of their own,
but it was better to be together than to
be miserable alone.

Then little by little, she began to change;
but for the sake of the relationship, he
forgave her odd behavior, and every year
that passed was worse than the last.

The mathematics of love adds up to disaster
when the mind begins to go, and all the
love in the world cannot erase the damage
that forgetting can do.

Saturday, January 11, 2020

Poem for the week: "Where Has My Humanity Gone?"



Where Has My Humanity Gone?

Apathy: lack of feeling, emotion, and interest.
But the news never stops, people keep dying,
suffering never ends, and my heart shuts
down; and that’s not fair.

I want to care. But my heart’s not responding,
and that scares me. Where is the filling
station for my heart center, a place to plug
my heart into caring?

And where is AI in this predicament? Damn!
Another plane crash yesterday. 176 people dead.
No survivors. Engine failure. This morning, the
news suspects an Iranian missile strike.

My poor heart. I really do want to care, but the
news makes it so difficult. But it’s not the
news; it’s the people. What’s wrong with this
world? What’s wrong with me?

Where can I find a station to plug in my heart
center? Where is the fuel for my feelings of love,
sympathy, and compassion? I don’t know what
to do. Where has my humanity gone?

It’s cold and lonely when I stop caring, and I don’t
like feeling this way. I want my humanity back,
and I’ll do whatever it takes to start caring again,
because I want to believe in my fellow man.

Perhaps more gratitude and gestures of kindness
can refuel my heart center with enough caring to
take away the sting of bad news that inures me to
suffering, and I can reclaim my humanity.

Perhaps?



Saturday, January 4, 2020

Poem for the week: "What the World Needs Today"


What the World Needs Today

I listened to Dave Rubin (The Rubin Report)
talking the other day on YouTube when what
he said no longer interested me, not that it
wasn’t interesting, his conversion from atheism
to believer, but because I’m just so tired of the
way the world thinks, and it came to me with
poetic clarity that what the world needs today
is a new way of perceiving, a new way of thinking
and understanding the human condition; that’s
what will take the boredom out of this endless
babble about God, good and evil, and the
purpose of our existence.

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

NEW YEAR POEM: "The Sweet Fruit of Human Goodness, And/or the Myth of Life's Divine Purpose



The Sweet Fruit of Human Goodness,
And/or the Myth of Life’s Divine Purpose

1. It’s a given fact of life that the purpose of every
seed is to grow into what it’s meant to be, like the
apple seed that becomes an apple tree, and the tomato
seed that becomes a tomato plant, and the proverbial
acorn seed that becomes a mighty oak, and every
seed on planet Earth that grows into its own nature;
what then is the seed of man meant to grow into
if not itself, whatever that may be?

2. The atoms of God swam freely in the Great Ocean
of Love and Mercy, laughing and playing in endless
bliss, never knowing what they were because they
possessed no self-reflection; and God, the Great
Creator, sent its atoms into the world with the divine
imperative to grow into souls with a self of their own,
like the Romantic poet whose individual genius saw
God, the Great Creator in the eyes of his fellow man;
and the myth of the divine seed took root in the soil
of man’s imagination as the atoms of God grew
and blossomed into their own peculiar bliss.

3. From life to life, the seed of man’s divine nature
returns to live again in another vessel, another gender,
back and forth in cycles of learning and growing in every
decision, the fate of free will granted by God, the Great
Creator; but as it grows in its own nature, the atom of God
strays from its divine imperative by the pull of earthly
pleasure, and the redemptive law of life intervenes with
pain and suffering and mercifully burns off the false images
of man’s evolving bliss that keep the divine seed from
its destined purpose of man`s true nature.

4. The mountains of life are steep and hard to climb, and
man struggles daily to reach the summit where happiness
can be found; but all the happiness of success cannot satisfy
the longing in man’s soul for wholeness and completeness,
and man falls from his mountain of too much excess into the
valley of despair where the light of his destined purpose is
the darkest; and he wanders from day to day looking for
a way out of the black hole of his own creation; but just
when man’s despair becomes too bleak to bear, he’s
summoned by God for a reckoning.

5. The accidental drowning of a child or the sudden loss
of a promising career, the betrayal of infidelity, diagnosis
of a fatal illness, or the devastating desolation of drug
and alcohol addiction, it all depends upon the patterns of
behavior born of too much taking and not enough giving;
and the call to soul’s destined purpose beckons when life
can do no more to satisfy the longing in man’s soul, and
a higher path of resolution must be found.

6. The mountain of self-fulfillment is steeper and harder
to ascend than the mountain of success, but the call to climb
it is so strong in man’s soul that he must make the effort,
in this lifetime or the next; that’s the only way to reconcile
free will with soul’s destined purpose into one harmonious
endeavor, and God, the Great Creator has granted all eternity
to complete what nature cannot finish so the seed of man’s
divine nature can realize the sweet fruit of human goodness,
be it art, music, medicine, or whatever the self of man
produces; that’s the myth of life’s divine purpose.