My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.
You need to read this poem from top to bottom and then bottom to top to get the message. Sent to me by my friend Patricia Dawn and published with her permission. Love it.
by Brian Bilston
They have no need of our help So do not tell me These haggard faces could belong to you or me Should life have dealt a different hand We need to see them for who they really are Chancers and scroungers Layabouts and loungers With Bombs up their sleeves Cut-throats and thieves They are not Welcome here We should make them Go back to where they came from They cannot Share our food Share our homes Share our countries Instead let us Building a wall to keep them out It is not okay to say These are people just like us A place should only belong to those who are born there Do not be so stupid to think that The world can be looked at another way
My house is in shambles and yes, I’m contrite. I shudder to see what was once a delight. My Kindle’s been lost for at least a whole week. Though I look and I look, I see not what I seek.
The videos loaned me a fortnight ago still sit on my table, lined up in a row along with a file, unfettered and scattered of poems from the past that I really thought mattered
ten days ago when I resurrected them from an old file folder that I detected archived in a box hidden under the bed (Though they probably would have gone better unread.)
Nonetheless, they remain on my table these days as I wander around in a sheltering haze, cooking a microwave cup cake or eight and wondering why I am putting on weight.
Since there’s no one to witness my slothful adventures, I don’t bother with underwear, makeup or dentures. If it weren’t for this blog, none would know my disgrace, for there’s no one to witness my falling from grace!
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Last week, the Trump administration announced a plan to weaken Obama-era regulations on automobile tailpipe emissions, asserting the rollback would save lives because Americans would buy newer, safer vehicles. But the administration’s own analysis also found that there would be even more premature deaths from increased air pollution.” (Click on the link above to read more. . . .)
Image by Kyle Ryan on Unsplash. Used with permission.
Captain, Oh Captain
We need a precise president, not one who estimates, prescribing iffy medicine while there are still debates concerning its effectiveness. It’s time to mutiny and elect someone smart who has ability to see that fabrication will not do when truth is all that works to save a world that up ’til now is reeling from the quirks of one who simply opens lips to see what will fall out. Our head of state is lacking brains—of that there is no doubt!
An engine cannot run when it doesn’t have the fuel, and since our ship of state is being fueled by a fool who does not know the difference between reality out here in the real world and reality TV, we have to be the ones who care enough for our survival to oust this man who runs our country like a sham revival. We need to put the bounce back in a country that is failing, and elect a brand new captain for the ship that he’s been sailing.
Mankind’s not in a bubble, we are linked to Nature’s plan.
There are no separate provinces for animals and man.
All the riches of the world aren’t here for just our pleasure.
What we do to nature, it returns in equal measure.
This folly has gone far enough. The fools must be curbed.
The balances of nature have been cruelly disturbed.
Take back control from those who unwisely wield their power,
or nature will find other ways to make us cringe and cower.
She has put us in a prison in judgement for our sin,
providing us with jailers who control us from within
while those we have mishandled roam freely all around—
Fly and swim and crawl and run, scamper, leap and bound.
Only we are prisoners and will be ’til we’ve learned
not to take more than our share or more than we have earned.
This absurd behavior of the naughty little boys
who have seized our planet’s riches as their private cache of toys
will bring us all to ruin if we don’t curb their powers,
for they cannot see the truth of things up in their lofty towers.
For NaPoWriMo 2020, Day 6: Write a poem inspired by characters in Hieronymous Bosch’s painting “The Garden of Earthly Delights. “