You Can’t See My Roots

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You Can’t See My Roots

You cut me making me bleed

Liquid of life flows down my trunk

You strike and bruise me tearing my skin

Yet I stand tall // strong and mighty

For you can’t see my roots

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You cut off my branches take off all my leaves

Thinking surely he will die

You burn me stripping me bare

Leaving me exposed to the elements

Yet I stand tall // strong and mighty

For you can’t see my roots

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You cut me down to a stump and haul away my trunk

Not much of me left to show

Surely we have killed him this time

He has nothing left // his strength is gone

They do not know // they cannot tell I will rise again

I will come back with exponential strength

For my strength is in my roots

Family Roots

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Finding ones roots has become a popular thing to do. DNA testing will tell you where your ancestors originated from. As we grow older we realize the importance of our family roots. This is especially true when we lose a parent. When this happens we see how significant they were in helping us become who we are today. Trees are held up and tower seventy feet or more into the air. When a storm blows a tree over we can see just how important it is to have a strong root system.

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Roots

Beneath every tree are roots

Holding interlocking feeding

Bringing strength foundation

The source of all beauty we see

Looking at a tree

You’ve heard

“Behind every successful man

is a good woman.”

My mother was that good woman

Holding interlocking our family

Feeding caring for each one

My father a pillar of the community

Only on strength and nourishment

Of my mom who was always there for him

An unsung hero she was the roots of our tree

Without her none of us would be

Standing as we are today

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My mother lived to be 93 years old!

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Give Me Wrinkles

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I am always amazed at celebrities who are as old as I am, yet have faces of a forty-year-old. It looks smooth, but does not match their age. I have always been one to go for the natural look. Make-up, to me, seems to only cover ups natural beauty. Some have so much cosmetic work done that when they die, they won’t need to be embalmed. They will be perfect just the way they are!

Give me wrinkles!

Don’t embalm me before my time

Filling my skin with foreign fluids

Pumping up my crow’s feet

Smoothing out my forehead lines

Porcelain skin looks lovely on the young

Yet they cover it with paint and shade

Thinking the artificial somehow looks better

Hiding their natural beauty

Don’t embalm me before my time

Pumping me full of water balloons of silicone

Painful stretching to achieve cleavage

Bringing side effects and risks to health

Just to attain that statuesque look

Don’t embalm me before my time

Let me keep my wrinkles and my lines

Aging with rings like an old oak tree

Scars of battles long past

Showing character and strength

In the body given me

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Resilience

The photos in this post reveal that survival is dependent on resilience and strength. The desire to survive against all odds, to grow and thrive, to challenge the odds makes both nature and humans unique. Without resilience we would simply whither and die. But with an attitude of resilience we can accomplish great things in life.

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Between a rock and a hard place!

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Develop Deep Roots!

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Cover Past Hurts and Move On!

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Don’t Allow Handicaps Hold You Back!

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Take Life One Step at a Time!

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Celebrate Every Small Achievement!

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Words

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Words

Wonderful utterances lighting the mind

Reaching into the soul driving emotions

Running down memory’s path with lightning speed

Synapses fusing past and present

Words

Stirring our inner being

Springs of love and hate

Driving actions seemingly beyond our control

Bringing together pushing apart

Words

Expressions of kindness

The balm of the soul from deep wells within

The water of life healing springs that ease the pain

Of loneliness rejection and loss

Words

Triggers of desire and attraction

Turning on spigots of hormones

Flooding emotion drowning reason

Bathing in pools of mutual oneness

Words

Whips and chains that bind the soul

Dashing hopes crushing dreams

Ruining self-confidence stealing security

Evil words from the pit of hell

Words

Defining human kind

Separating animal from man

Allowing expression of mind and spirit

Finding common bonds and mutual sharing

In ways only God knows

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Pboto: Dwight L. Roth

Your Driving Force

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Fear

Fear creates anxiety

Believing we are helpless

Unable to control our future

Fear drives us to climb on board

Riding the band wagon of distress

Cheering as we careen toward the cliff

Just like Thelma and Louise

Fear pre-empts good judgement

Listening to our insecurities

Believing in hopelessness

Instead of common sense

Fear grasps for that last straw

Knowing it will not save us

While denying the inevitable

Fear is the method of control

For politicians, religious leaders, and jihadi terrorists

Dictators, Presidents, Kings, and Priests

Why do we choose a spirit of fear

When we could have…

“…a Spirit of power, of love, and of a strong mind” (NKJV)

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Rotten to the Core

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Rotten to the Core

Even the giants can be rotten to the core

Beautiful on the outside and not much more

A view that makes folks ooh and aah

Shake their heads admiringly he’s come very so far

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Strong bulging limbs give appearance of strength

Wide spread arms are open full length

Children enjoy his shade climbing high in his arms

Higher they climb without fear or alarm

Yelling and hollering,  “Mom look at me!”

Dads down below asking, “Wbat do you see?”

This old giant’s been around for very many  years

Seen wind and rain and even a few tears

But now he gone ready for the flames

Lying on the ground on a horizontal plane

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No one knew he was rotten to the core

Everyone thought he would last a few more

But when that fateful wind gripped his strong limbs

He fell with a crash no holding back the wind

When all had gathered to wonder and know more

They saw to their shock he was hollow and rotten to the core

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Things take their toll when death comes knocking at your door

Especially when you’re hollow and rotten to the core

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Photos: Dwight L Roth

Roots

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Paul Simon and Art Garfunkle had a hit song that said, “I am a rock, I am an island. For a rock feels no pain and an island never cries…”  The isolated aloneness of this song makes me say, “No that’s not me!”    I cannot imagine living without my family roots.  They give me a sense of history and a set of values, morals and faith that I have drawn on all my life.   I believe roots are necessary whether they are birth family, an adopted family, or community of faith. Life must be very lonely  without connection to our roots.

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Without roots

We are pulled weeds

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Tossed in the pathway of life

Rooted out

Sometimes by our own choosing

Or pulled from family gardens

Thrown onto the pathway of life

By cynicism and judgement

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To be trampled underfoot

But our roots can still grow

Alone in the hard cracks of humanity

Rising again and again

To bloom one last time

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Courageous strength

Refusing to dry up

In the pathway of life

No matter what comes our way

Without embedded roots

We are only  tumbleweeds

Dust in the wind

In a desert of humanity

 

Fourth of July

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When I was growing up the Fourth of July was our time to go visit grandparents and relatives who lived four hours away. It included an extended family picnic in a field along the back mountain, where wonderful dishes of food were spread down the extended table. Home-made ice cream, hand cranked in a wooden bucket filled with ice and rock salt, topped off the meal. A softball game in the pasture field included young and old. It was always a grand time.

A few years ago it occurred to me that Independence may not mean the same thing to all Americans. In America’s past, all men were not created equal in spite of what the was written in the Declaration of Independence. Amazingly,  people are resilient and rise up from slavery, hardship, bigotry, and pain to become the people we are today. There is no going back to fix the wrongs that have been done. But we can determine how we will live from here on into the future.  It is an ongoing lesson for all of us. This poem originated from those insights.

Fourth of July

When all the fireworks fade into ashes

And the Bar-B-Que grills have cooled

When the wide eyes of the children close in blissful sleep

Do you ever wonder

what Independence Day really means

to the ancestors of African slaves

brought here in the holds of ships

who look back at our forefathers

who bought and sold them

Forefathers who wrote “all men are created equal”

And realize the dark ones were not included

In the words of Thomas Jefferson, “less than human”

Or perhaps to the Native Americans

Who loved the free and open spaces

Only to be run off their lands

Herded like cattle into the desert

Left where summer heat scorched them

and winter snows chilled them to the bone

Where animals were few and crops refused to grow

Were they a part of “All men are created equal?”

No, in the words of our former Presidents

“They are just savages… they were less than human”

Or perhaps to the “Illegal Aliens” who scrub our floors

Pick our fruits and vegetables build our houses

Mow our lawns and mulch our shrubs

Are they part of “All men are created equal?”

No, in the words of many of us

“They are just ‘wetbacks”

“Nameless illegals”

“Who should be sent back where they came from”

Though we may not say it some of us think

They too are less than human

How quickly we forget the dark side…

How soon we lay aside our guilt insult or pain…

We rise as a flower in the sidewalk crack

Stepped on over and over again

Yet we rise and bloom from the strength of our roots

Independence Day is a time to “Bloom”

To draw from the strength of our roots

Not to forget but to move on

To all that we can become

In a land where in God’s eyes

“All men are truly created equal!”