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Conspiracies and Ghostly Lights

Watching utube 

Late at night 

Conspiracies and ghostly 

      Lights

Things on the moon 

That just aren't right 

And why are they not leaving us alone 

And letting us 

     Get on with it 

Did they cause all the major 

Wars 

And are they 

Still 

? 

Do they educate us 

To believe 

That  

Everything they say 

Is true 

Did they kill them 

One by one 

The ones who sought 

To set us free 

Beginning with the one 

They hung up 

On the tree 

The one who came 

To set us free 

Yes 

It makes my head spin 

To wonder 

And that's the fun of it 

Beats the heck out of regular 

TV 

Where nothing is a 

Mystery 

Except, of course, 

The Mysteries

Savoir Faire

Oh thou fighters and

Angry young men 

And those who wish to 

CONQUER THE WORLD !!!

Would you please learn to dance !

And have a glass of wine 

And hold your partner close 

And listen to the music 

It seems that the Tango takes 

Away the aggression -

Like grounding your electricity -

Your attention could then be given

To steps and hugs and 

Finesse

To moves and turns 

And interplay with 

Another 

War 

Would then seem 

Foolish -

As it is 

There are more important things 

To do 

With your precious time 

With your fleeting youth 

- Hold one another 

Move

Have politeness

And savoir faire

Much better than 

Bombs 

And tragedy 

The Great Connection

New Year's Day 

And I have had 

Oatmeal 

For breakfast !

- a "plant based diet" 

No bacon 

No eggs 

Hopefully not 

     "Genetically modified"

Oats . . .

Not that I will do this 

Everyday -

I prefer to be free

Of platitudes and 

Pronouncements

As much as may be 

Possible 

And this afternoon I will be 

Watching 

The great American 

FOOTBALL GAME 

and ROSE PARADE

On someone's great big 

TV 

God save us !!

In the past 

I have avoided such 

As being much too 

Much! 

But 

I am turning over a 

New Leaf 

Of going along with what 

Happens to be happening 

As long as there is no direct injury 

Involved 

To either party

They may carry a few players 

Off the field 

And many roses had to die 

To decorate 

But 

The players make millions 

To suffer such 

And roses were born

To be sacrificed

To be given 

To lovers in love -

To be the sign 

Of perfect love -

Of spiritual heart

Opening -

The rose within us

Needs to be watered 

To be fed

To be nurtured

And to be admired 

For what it is 

-Our great connection 

With that Love of

Pure creation 

Pure beingness

Oneness

Love

New Years Tonight

New Years tonight 

It's just a number 

After all 

Whether we count it 

This way or 

That way 

We begin to count 

Again 

We have a moment to 

Reflect 

To wonder 

To resolve to 

Make 

No resolutions 

And to just 

Try 

And live in 

The moment 

Responding to 

The necessities

Creating a space 

Around us 

Of beauty and peace 

Loving what's happening 

Being kind 

God bless us everyone 

The Hardness of Rocks

This Christmas
Is not so bad
Has more people in it
People wishing well

-Read Steve Jobs-
Parting words,
"Money isn't everything",
Or even very much
When you're preparing
To depart

Words to remember from
One of the most successful people
Ever

Words to reevaluate
This crazy thing
This life
We never really know
How it's going to go
It can be gone
     In an instant
Turn bad and sad
     In a moment

We must find
The kernel
     Of hope
The belief
     In better things
-In better
     Spirit
That transcends
     The hardness of rocks.
The dullness of
      A worried mind

We must sing
We must dance
     It is part of our job
     To vitalize the ether

We need to take that
Seriously

We have no more time
     To learn
     To be kind
There is an emergency
Here
Too much war
Too many bad
Choices
Too much power
     To destroy

Each and every
     One of us
Must shine
Must bring forth what
     Light we can

For our own benefit and
For the rest of us

Scrooge !

Christmas letters -

Hi we have been doing 

Xyz . . .

And we are so 

Wonderful !!!

All the family 

This and that 

Sorry you -

Are not part of that -

That family 

No you are just the 

Maiden aunt 

I remember my 

Aunt 

And how she was left 

Out 

Of 

Everything 

It's 

A family tradition !

Here's to all the maiden aunts 

May they make their own 

Arrangements  

For 

Everything 

 Betwixt and between 

Not one thing 

Or the other 

No place to fit 

No place to sit 

It's been like that

All along 

There is a prejudice here 

For 

Over-population -

Breeders

At this time of year 

And I suppose it's largely 

My fault (always is) 

For I do not go 

Pound on their doors 

But rather try 

And be no bother 

Drat this time of year 

And all its stupid carols 

Blaring at us from everywhere 

Asking us to buy 

What we cannot afford 

     And they don't want 

They have so much more

     Money than I 

Always have had 

Let them buy what they want 

And leave me be

And tonight 

He 

Has made arrangements 

For us to see 

The play about Scrooge 

God save me !

Why did they have to 

Go to all that trouble 

With ghosts and such 

To dissuade him from 

His perfectly correct 

Assumption 

In the beginning ?