The Unknown

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You might think ignorance and self-confidence are a strange combination, but when it comes to life, they are sometimes the secret to success. When we are young and invincible, we are ready to try anything. As we get older we are less and less inclined. We are fortunate not to know what the future holds.

Ignorance and self-confidence
Take us places where
Rational thinking might slam the door.
Telling us it is too hard
…too much
…too complicated
…beyond our abilities.
Getting married // having a baby
Being a parent // growing old
All come without instructions.
Still // we step into the unknown
Thankfully ignorant of what the future holds
Knowing that somehow // we will make it
To the end //mistakes and all

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Photo: Jim Bowman

Survival of the Fittest

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What does it take to retain a friendship, a marriage, or respect? Does one incident destroy a life time of work. Is there any sense of forgiveness and moving on? I usually like to post positive posts that are hopeful and uplifting. This one is just the opposite. It is my observations on how society has seemed to turn in on itself. It seems we have become like a tank of hungry Paranas waiting to tear into the next victim. We no longer have need for Judge and Jury. Every victim gets tried and convicted in the social media and the sensational news broadcasts.  When society loses its moral compass everything becomes vicious. I believe we still have a long way to go in learning to care about one another.

Survival of the Fittest

Clouds of controversy cover all the good that happens

Enhanced and amplified by hungry predators

Waiting to devour all records of good

And regurgitate it all with poisoned stew

Serving it up to a mindless public

Waiting like fledgling hawks in a nest

Mouths wide open for red meat fed to them

Fighting for more than their share

Believing they alone are entitled to grow

And prey on weaker species

Feeding their young on the same raw stew

Survival of the fittest seems to be the norm

With the fittest becoming more vicious each day

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

Backspacing

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Backspace is a wonderful key on the computer. It allows us to correct a typo and end up with a perfect document.  As I was typing my poems for this blog, I became aware of how many times I have to backspace. It just comes naturally, like typing with all my fingers. In life, backspacing is not such a good thing. For those of us who are easily distracted, and find remembering difficult, backspacing becomes part of our day.  Forgetting to follow through with a task, not seeing the obvious, or becoming distracted in the middle of a task, are just a few of the things that make backspacing necessary. ADD is not something new. It has been around since time began. Some may feel it is done intentionally, but in reality it is just the way our brain works.

Backspacing

Fated to live retracing steps taken

Backspacing becomes the norm

A brain one wire short of perfection

Requires backspacing to be the norm

In bygone days erasures quickly met metal

Pen and ink scratched out those shorts

Some keep asking //thinking I should learn

But for me, backspacing is the norm

Distractions, only a second past, causes forgetfulness

A mind with a missing memory chip

Seems repetition should solve the problem

But with me, backspacing is the norm

Reminders in multiples of ten are needed

Lamenting the need to repeat again and again

Brings no healing to a chipless brain

For me backspacing is the norm

Names go through my canals // beat the anvils

And pass right on through // unless

Piggy-backed on another file //stored there for awhile

It may seem like I don’t care // and sometimes I am not aware

Forgetfulness becomes my greatest flaw

When I am old // perhaps I’ll be excused

They’ll call it Alzheimer’s …and lock me away

Saying for him backspacing is the norm

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

Ink Spots

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Ink Spots

Young and flawlessly beautiful

She emerged like a butterfly

Damp wings and all

Only to spread her wings and fly away

Into a challenging world of lessons to be learned

And bruises to be nursed.

With each clip of her wing

She put an ink spot with needle and blue

To remember not to repeat that one with you…

Ink spots

Indelible on her skin

Words to look at each day and remember

Who she is… fragile and ephemeral

Yet strong and determined to achieve

Feeding from all the beauty around her

Basking in the sunshine of spring

Looking forward to heat of summer

And perhaps a few more ink spots to remind her

To stay strong at the crossroads of life

Remaining true to herself and her dreams

Choosing the path less traveled

But most rewarding in the end

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

*Written for my beautiful granddaughter Ashley

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Feet of Clay

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Today I watched as the Media was all over the story of Tiger Woods getting a DUI. I thought how sad that we turn like Parana’s to tear down our heroes when they fail to measure up to our expectations. What gives us the right to judge others and their motives. This seems to be true across the board. The Media is always ready to feed us our fix of salacious gossip!  Perhaps it is us who are to blame for feeding on this trash!

Feet of Clay

How often we find

Our heroes have feet of clay

That pedestal we put them on

Does not always keep them there

Sports heroes Religious leaders and Celebrities

Spouses children and best friends

In time all fall short

Don’t be disillusioned when this occurs

We all fall short from time to time

Amazing how the salacious makes the news

While the good we do remains buried in the file

When you’re ready to become judge and jury

Remember the words of Jesus:

“Let him without sin cast the first stone!”

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth