Wednesday, July 28, 2021

Reflection: Systems Down

 This poem was written and published in March of 2015.


The system played,

by the immoral,

and the corrupt,

abusing the land,

and changing the culture,

jobs no longer important,

wealth to be taken,

instead of earned.

divided among the schemers,

and the scams,

while the system crumbles from neglect.

Monday, July 19, 2021

Reflection: Global Warming

 Global Warming was written and published in 2016. 


Global Warming


global warming,

if man is to blame,

where is the data,

where are the facts.

instead the argument made

about the number of people who believe,

peer pressure is not an argument,

look to the science the president says,

science is NOT an answer,

only a methodology,

science, only certain of the world as it is,

only gives hypotheses,

of what the world shall be,

global warming is NOT a fact,

no matter what the high priest says,

only one of numerous future possibilities,

the reason the the argument, 

easier to see,

a government can not tax and enslave if a crisis not true,

the data complex,

simplistic,

the hypothesis,

the science to be questioned before global warming accepted as fact.



Wednesday, July 14, 2021

Reflection: Sparks

This poem written and published in 2016, addresses the division underway, dividing people by sex, color.

Sparks

a soul,

sexless,

neither female,

nor male,

nor is it,

black or white,

a soul is of the universe,

a spark of energy,

a spark of life,

unknown,

yet familiar to the very core,

the brain, . . .only body,

the soul,

spirit  . . . .and so much more.

Monday, July 5, 2021

New Poem: Pretend

 Pretend


America now the land of make-believe,

just close your eyes,

and pretend,

President Biden,

competent and sane,

his actions crazy,

repeatedly need to be either ignored, 

or explained,

the land over run at the border,

as American citizens sorted,

the good from the bad,

by the "deep" state,

life much more difficult and expensive,

but isn't that a good thing?

the government soon a monopoly,

a loving parent, the Nanny State,

in the land of make-believe.