Running on Empty


This week my wife told me her car needed gas. She said it was almost empty. I asked her how close it was and she told me the odometer said it had a range of 15 miles! As I headed for the gas station I watched the miles click down to 11 when I finally reached the pump. I wonder sometimes, how many people live their live running on empty with only a range of 15 miles till everything falls apart.  Perhaps that is how we ended up in the great recession we experienced ten years ago.

Struggling to survive

Credit Cards filled to the max

Running on empty


Photo: Dwight L. Roth


Digital Zipper’s Down

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When we were young and saw someone with their zipper down, we used to tell them, “Close your zipper before your horse gets out!”  Facebook has been tracking our interests and selling the data. This year Cambridge Analytica was able to access their data and used it to help in the last political campaign.  As I listen to the excuses and apologies on the news, I see Zuckerburg smiling all the way to the bank!

This is my quadrille of exactly 44 words for  our d’verse poetry prompt using a form or the word zip.


Zippers Down

All zippers down the horses are out

Information gone //personal interests sold

We all knew it was inevitable

We just did not know when

Still // we sold our soul to the digital D

Facebook makes its usual excuses

While raking in piles of revenue



What is your measure of success. A high paying job, a big house, fancy car or perhaps fame and fortune. This may be how society labels success, but true success comes from within, not from others.  Jesus told the rich young man to sell all that he had and come follow him. Sounds a little extreme, but what I believe he is really say is look within and find out who you are and what you can do to make the world a better place. Caring and loving family and friends is true success. Money without relationships is hollow and empty. James Taylor said it right in his song. “Shower the people you love with Love, show them the way that you feel…”


Some succeed by accident

others by default

some by entitlement

But those who truly

make a difference

in this world

work hard

follow their heart

know who they are

do it for themselves

not to please others

knowing that success is

all about what you give

rather than what you can get




“Don’t give me any fifties”

The teller looked perplexed

“I don’t understand,” she said

As she gave him hundreds instead

“Well, you know,” he said,

“Here’s the deal”

“You never give a Southerner

A fifty-dollar bill”

“I still don’t understand she” said

As she handed him his money

“It really seems confusing

After all it’s only money”

“When you hand that bill to me,” he said

“It’s an insult to my roots”

“T’is a sad day for the human race”

“All the way down to my boots”

“I’ll take a Franklin or a Hamilton

“About those two I’ll not rave or rant”

“But when it comes to fifties

I’ll never take a Grant!” *


*For those of you who may not be familiar with American history, Ulysses S. Grant was the Union General who was the head of the Union Army during the Civil War. He was there when General Robert E. Lee signed the document of surrender ending the war. More lives were lost in the Battle of Antietam than any other war before or since. It was a bloody conflict and the animosity of Southerners against Northerners still exists among some who still have not given up the fight in their mind


This is a poem written by my friend Bob S., who looks at things from a different perspective … that of printing a photo of General Robert E. Lee on a bill  of his own. See what you think…


We struggle for images to put on or bills

Like government has nothing better to do

Many feel this war over and the memory to bed

That’s far harder to do than it is being said

The war lingers on in a far different way

Instead of with bullets its now done with pay

Go south of the line and you’ll see what I mean

The disparity of life can easily be seen

So lets honor General Lee as the gentleman who surrendered

Let put his image on meaningful tender

A seventy-five dollar bill seems a very odd tender

But think of the change you will get from a vendor

We feel like we’ve come so far from that struggle

But till we see parity we will always have trouble

A unified America is what we need

An image on a bill is such a false deed.