Being Control

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O how we value being in control
Knowing we alone affect an outcome
Absolutely sure we’re unquestionably right
Even when we’re wrong
O how we value composure
Keeping that strained pained smile
Even in the face of the most obnoxious
Pretending actions do not offend
O how we value knowing
Never asking for help
Ignoring the urging to ask
Believing though lost // we still know
O how we value pretenses
Be it wealth, skills, or the perfect marriage
Never let our weakness show
Always well put together smiling
O how we value affirmation
Selfies on Facebook // time after time
Promoting our accomplishments
Never satisfied // always seeking more of being in control

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Scarecrow Politics


Scarecrow politics seems to be the practice of the day. Brainless comments, accusations, and manipulations are scarecrows in the political arena, hoping to scare away those who would attempt to steal their position and power.  With Halloween just around the corner, one wonders what they will dress up like next!

Politics unchanged

Scarecrows and Smokescreens

No need for a brain


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Frank Tassone asked us to do a poem for his Haikai Challenge using the Scarcrow as our prompt. I thought it fit right in with politics so I went there!

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Changing Truth vs Chasing Truth

Piercing the Darkness - 2014

Some people believe truth is whatever one claims for themselves. Others have very rigid ideas of what truth entails. Every religion has what it consider to be it’s truth. I believe the search for truth is a part of everyone’s mind. For this reason, I originally called this poem Chasing Truth. It is sad to me to see how things get twisted, shaped, manipulated and distorted. This poem attempts to share that feeling. The painting reflects truth from a Christian perspective. “The Word Made Flesh…”

Chasing Truth

I run toward truth

                     Arms wide open as a lover’s embrace

Breathless with anticipation

I move through the swamp’s fog

Heading for higher ground


I reach for truth 

Gathering it as bort on the diamond cutter’s floor

Only to find the chips

Are parts of a much larger facet

Shining as they may 

They are only the edges of a greater glory


I grasp truth

 As a child clings to his toy

Thinking no one else will possess it but me

Settling for sparkling dust on the cutting room floor

 And seeking no more


I find truth

Shining in all its faceted glory

Set in nature’s gold and love’s embrace

Only to tarnish it

With Id and Ego

Thinking it is I who makes it shine


I face truth

Dimmed by all its light

Surely if I change it some,

It will suit me much better when not so bright


So, I grind it

 With mortise and pestle

‘Till all it becomes is dust in the bowl

 Never again to be part of the whole


Painting – Piercing the Darkness: Dwight L. Roth

This is our last post on the d’Verse~Poetry Pub group. It is open mic night

so I am posting one of my favorite poems and paintings.

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Power is a beautiful thing

when used for the common good

Steam trains of my childhood

Dragons of steel


Snorting their way through the Pennsylvania hills

Pulling a hundred coal cars

 to the steel mills at Pittsburgh


Farmall tractors shiny and red

Roaring through the fields

Pulling plow and disc

 through soil of rock and clay

Farmal H Plowing

Rolling over blankets of earth

Smoothing them like a quilt

Feeling all that power surging under me

        as I ride the surf


Kenworth, Peterbuilt, and Mack haul it all

Roaring down the highway

Tires humming on the asphalt

Diesel engines fifty-three foot trailers

 Convoys of steel

Feeding never ending appetites of “the Blessed


Airplanes, Subways, Ships, and Space Shuttles

Power at its best

Carry us to the far corners

 of the earth and beyond

Connecting one race of man with one another

Opening the heart to greed

Gold, Diamonds, Oil and Land

 Override common sense

Override the common good


Destructive Power looms in the shadows

Threatening us with guns and bombs

Killing maiming destroying our fellowmen


Selfish power



  Political Gain

Dark Power for devious minds

 Living only for themselves


Delusions of money, wealth, and fame

Disappear like flash paper in a magician’s hand


Nature’s power far outweighs them all

Beyond manipulation

It overcomes at

Without consent

Volcanoes, Typhoons, Earthquakes, and Floods

Power from beyond

Far exceeding anything

 our minute minds can conceive


The most beautiful power

 Is the power of love

Above the physical

 Above the greed

Even above the natural

Nothing moves the heart of man like love

Dwight & Ruth's Wedding0010

The love of a child

The unselfish heart

 Moves all toward the heart of God