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Politics for Poets

Wake up!

A constilation has suddenly appeared within the sky. Connect the dots, oh you fussy folks and know! Be still and know that HE is The Lord!

OK, I've been reading the 46th Psalm a lot lately. It gives the love-tap punch of an affectionate friend. I find that psalm when coupled with the 19th gives me a boost, like taking vitamin pills for the soul.

I have one reference that goes into a breakdown about the various types of psalms. If a passage inspires me I like to review different translations and read through varying commentaries concerning that same passage. They don't all agree or have the same point of view. There is grand diversity of opinion conserning scripture. Anyoone who derides these passages without reading them is, at best, a fool. At worst a demon possessed idiot (demons aren't scarey to Jesus, do they scare you?). Becoming versed in various flavors of commentary allows for a wider understanding of the passages and provides insight into the cultural groups in which the commentator participated during his/her lifetime.

I think I've blogged enough today.

Life goes on.

Thank You Veterans!

June 21, 2012

~ OK Now.

 
    My Poem, your poem
     a red guitar
   a sapphire lake
      green with envy
   in the eco-vehicle
 with plastic
     grapes and oranges
   as a shim for the
      door hinges
   that he has tighted up
                real nice
   by modifying them 
             in his vice

  A craftsman like that,
      though he lives in an
         ecclectic house
   of his own construction
        is sometimes faced
       with his destruction
   when the lines don't fit close together.
     he shaves a little off of this one,
       some more off of that one. 
    It's dollars, donuts and
          a box of cigarettes.
     There are only six left.
   It's cold in the exploritorium.
       He has breezes that he remembers
        from the long ago.
  Was it all just a sad memory
        of failled expecting?
     Fear to drive to that last exit place
         and face the friends are lost on a dare.

    When the wiper fluid ran out
       he stoped at 3:12 AM
        to get another bottle.

      Wiper clacking, hood up,
  pouring the fluid from the
           bottle into the 
              reservoir guy coming up
        hood up 
          walking fast
     right towards him.

   Slamming down the car hood
     he gets into his rig
    and then the man approaches
  asking for money for gas.

     here the poet is befuddled
      and can not go on.
    does the midnight driver
       give money to the man
  in the hood and in the rain?
       Or does he drive away and leave
            the pour guy to
      get drenched in the downpour.

  You have no money for gas?
    out in Central Pensylvania
     at 3 AM in a rainstorm?
   and this is my problem?

   "Let's get the Police to help.
      you can call them inside
    and they will be able
       to get gas for your ride."     
  
     The guy in the hood is not happy
    with that answer so
      he wonders off to accost
   another person stopped
            at this roadside  
                     Heaven

        

 What did you hope to find here?
 Please open up your mind, dear.
 Please open up your mind
    a little bit at a time.