Our Narrow Perspective

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Blinders…
Amish buggy clopping down the road
Horse looking straight ahead pulling her load
Not seeing side to side // distractions might scare
Blinders shading each eye // make her unaware.
On down the road and into the barn
Knows her place // she always goes home
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Just like us clopping down the road
Choosing our blinders pulling our load;
Refusing to see what’s all around us.
Distractions might scare us // the news might blind us
Tell us we might be wrong // or twist our thinking
With all our choices, it could drive us to drinking
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As long as we can see straight ahead
We stay on course knowing we’re lead…
Down the road of our personal choosing;
We forge ahead even though we’re losing.
Unlike the horse, who must wear her blinders
We choose to ignore reality’s reminders

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

With the new election year coming up, I thought this little rerun jab might wake us up!

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What’s Happening…

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                   What’s Happening…
As a child, I went to the amusement park
Paid the ticket fee and climbed in for the ride
Through the Fun House of smoke and mirrors;
Frightened and scared as the monsters jumped out
Knowing that all that happens in there is not real.
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Watching magicians on TV try to fool Penn and Teller,
I know that sleight of hand and trickery are all a part;
Fooling me right before my very eyes // my jaw drops
How in the world did he do that?
…Much like our politicians!
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Yet we take our ride into the Political Fun House
Trying to convince ourselves that everything is real;
That slight of hand proves they are right;
Trying to see Truth through smoke and mirrors
As Deceit and Trickery put on their scary show
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          … Is Not What’s Going On!

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Painting: Dwight L. Roth
Tonight, at d’Verse, Amaya asked us to speak out with our poetic voice regarding the way things are going in our world. All the craziness around us keeps being fed back through the smoke and mirrors of the media, each one giving their slant. My view is we should not be surprised. We all know that “what’s happening is not what’s going on!” Yet we always hope it will be better the next ride around!

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You’ve Got….?

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When I look at mailboxes, I wonder if they too will go the way of obsolescence! With the advent of smart phones, snail mail becomes slow and tedious.  With the touch of a finger, we read texts and messages in real time. About the only thing we get in the box any longer is junk mail, bills, and ads that get thrown into the recycle bin. Now, the mail delivery person is delivering packages, just like UPS and Fedex! Our grandchildren will look at mailboxes and wonder why on earth we kept them around.

Cards and letters cheer

my heart // sent with caring love

Fade away with time

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Nothing to Lose

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Most people experience depression at some point in their life. If you have not, count yourself to be one of the fortunate ones.  I remember how it felt years ago when depression was a part of our life.  With life spiraling out of control you feel no one cares. At that point the feeling of nothing to lose sets in.  If left unchecked it could lead to a variety of sad outcomes. With the help of some good counselors, we made it through those dark times. Finding help is so important. Without seeking help, we see people going to deadly extremes. The poem below discusses how a depressed and disillusioned person might feel.

The cry of a lost soul echoes in silence;
An inaudible scream for help unheard;
Shame fills the mind of the hurting…
Who would want to hear my tale?
Who would believe me if they did?
Pressures of the day drift across my mind;
Demands push emotions to the limit;
Voices in my head seem to call for action;
Delusions play like virtual reality before my eyes.
Defense mechanisms kick in to bring relief.
No one is aware of my pain // no one seems to care;
Those voices in my head keep calling for attention.
What can I do to quiet their incessant nagging?
Everyone is closing in on me… I can’t take it any more;
I must do something to stop them.
I have nothing to lose // the end is near;
What else can I do…

Gargoyles Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Posting this on open link night at d’Verse Poets Pub.

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Killing the Albatross

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One or my favorite poems is The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Anmol (alias HA) , at d’Verse today, asked us write a poem regarding Climate Change. I decided to try something different and write a Quatrain of sorts using the lines from the Coleridge poem  turning it into a Climate Change poem. I had them side by side when I wrote them, but it did not translate when I loaded it into Word Press.

Climate Change… Killing the Albatross
The breeze dropped, as trees were chopped
A very sad day indeed
An now no one ever spoke a word
As we dreamed of a time with trees

The sun rose high in the caustic sky
In the blistering shine we burned
Everyone hid inside their homes
And for cooler times they yearned

Year after year, day after day
The weather never changed
Both hot and cold were caustic
As the planet grew eerily strange

People, people, everywhere,
And all the food did shrink;
People, people, everywhere.
And no water in the sink.

Every tree and plant did rot: O Lord
We never thought this could be!
With creepy crawler things with wings
And termites gnawing on dead trees

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Excerpt from: The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner
Down drop the breeze, the sails dropt down,
“Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!

All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.

The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge 

Photo of a crowd of people on the street : Dwight L. Roth

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Our True Colors

Our true colors become evident
As the sunlight of God’s Love
shines through us;
Allowing us to be all that we can be…
Radiating unique beauty and warmth to all.
Without Love, we are like cold pieces glass
Captured beauty hidden from the world.

Today, at d’Verse Poets Pub, we were shown Chihuly’s work, The Sun, which stands outside the Museum of Fine Arts in Montreal, Canada. We were asked to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words and use the word sun as our prompt.

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Dan Chihuly’s – The Sun

We recently visited the Strasbourg Cathedral in France where we marveled at the beautiful stained windows that shown in the sunlight. It reminded me of God’s love that shines through us, bringing out our unique beauty. Amazingly on the outside there is little or no color at all.

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Redefined Dreams

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I’ve lived many lifetimes // dreamed many dreams
All in seventy-two years // a short span it seems;
Events occur //dreams often changed
Beyond my control // life gets rearranged.
Illness, accidents, joys and sorrows, death and so much more
Created a roller coaster ride in my life // that’s for sure.
Faith and family children and friends
Supported us through that dark night of the soul;
When joy returned and things were great…
They cheered us even more.
As I look back // reflect over all these years
The choices I’ve made through rain and tears;
I’m thankful I hung in there and stayed the course;
For in joy and pain we still have a choice.
I’m now reaping the benefits of redefined dreams;
After seventy-two years sailing life’s streams.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Freedom is…

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Freedom is like the wind
A cool breeze on a warm day
Refreshingly comforting
Freedom is like the wind
That roars outside your window
Chills you to the bone
Freedom is like the wind
Destructive and deadly
Bringing shock and awe
Freedom is like the wind
Throwing tantrums // a little child
Sweet one moment screaming another
Freedom is like the wind
That lifts you high above
Giving new perspective
Freedom is like the wind
A gentle spirit calming one’s soul
Reviving life restoring the beauty
Freedom comes with responsibility
Peace or destruction
The choice is up to you

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Pboto: Dwight L. Roth

 

There was a time…

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There was a time when learning was fun
When learning went beyond books and tests
Actually using their mind to solve real life situations

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Observing creatures in their natural settings
Watching bugs and frogs and a preying mantis
Creating an egg sac that later produced hundreds
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When our children are all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all learn just the same // every child scoring
Higher and higher // or the teacher we will fire
What will happen when they face real world problems?
Perhaps Siri, Cortina, or Alexa will have the answers!

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Photos of may students in my early years of teaching. Since then times have changed and our focus seems to be on test results rather than well rounded students. Perhaps this will change as the cycle goes round and round.

For a wonderful example of what real learning can be, check out Forest Kids Learning. It is a fabulous program that does a wonderful job of hand-on learning!

https://www.facebook.com/ForestKidsCanada/