Realities

Time is slipping away,

Time is money,

Time flies,

No time left,

not yet,

Maybe.

Love is in bloom,

Love is eternal,

Love heals,

I give love,

not always,

Selfishness.

Laughter is good medicine,

Laughter is contagious,

Laughter rings,

I laugh,

at times,

Smile.

Pain, a constant companion.

Pain is healing

Pain reminds;

I’m human

I grow

Peace.

Fall Fun!

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The Leaf Pile

There it sat, tempting as ever;

Through the eyes of a child, it was almost heaven;

You really can’t blame me, I was only seven.

No thought was given to the cold weather.

 

By the sweat of his brow he had worked all day,

The rake was a whirrr, as it pawed at the dirt,

Scratching and scraping, it stayed at its work.

What’s wrong with a child wanting to play?

 

The leaves, they would scatter, twirling, swirling ‘round

Seemed they were too allusive to tame,

Running like cats, when it starts to rain.

His work came to conclusion, he put his rake down.

Boy Diving Into Leaf Pile

It was ALL mine! All mine! Such a beautiful mound!

Scheming my leap, without inhibition,

Determined, undeterred, I had a mission!

I galloped and soared, then pounced with a bound!

They scattered and tossed, until all had dispersed,

The leaf pile vacated, not even a trace!

Gone, desecrated, it had all been laid waste.

Then laid there in horror, expecting the worst.

 

His face looked stern, and I saw a scowl;

I was scared, chilling thoughts ran through my mind,

What retribution had he designed?

He gave me the rake…it was my turn now.

 

 

G. David Steele.Copyright Logo

 

A Pause From Poetry

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Divida et Impera, The Time Is Now

Been reading several news outlets to try and piece together all sides of the NFL, NBA Vs Trump and the American’s who support the NFL, the NBA, or any professional sports franchise, and those on “Trump’s sid”e who support him and his view. Perhaps the issue is much deeper than we can see. Perhaps the issue has been festering for a much longer time than what has occured over this past weekend.

This didn’t start with Trump, it didn’t start with the NFL or NBA, and it certainly didn’t start with professional sports or politics in general. No, this started in the hearts of men and it is WAY upstream of the current situation, the current news headlines and the current rhetoric.

It is being propagated and propelled in our public school systems nationwide, and most of us are completely unaware of what is taking place.

In separate articles, as recent as January of this year, both the New York Post and The Federalist, have articles pointing to the Common Core Curriculum (an Obama-era contribution) as having greatly negated the teaching of traditional Civics lessons and pretty much annihilating the teaching of American History as most of us once knew it.

In fact, one publication stated that, “Colleges such as Stanford decline to require Western Civilization classes or high schools propose changing their curriculum so that history is taught only from 1877 onward (this happened in North Carolina), it’s merely a blip in our news cycle.”

In New York, it is reported that students learn about George Washington only from watching excerpts from the musical Hamilton. Not exactly a textbook education is it?

So what’s the takeaway from these small snapshots of the American public school system curriculum and our society in general? For this writer, it’s the seemingly evident phenomenon of the erosion of any kind of commonality we have in this nation as American citizens, as its inhabitants, and as those those of us who are supposed to be “ONE nation under God, indivisible”.

The way I see it, it goes back to Julius Caesar and even prior to his plan to, “Divide and rule –– “Divida et Impera”, he subsequently divided Rome, and we all know how that turned out. In fact, the Assyrians in biblical times divided Babylon and thereby conquered them. Then the twelve tribes of Israel were divided and conquered, which is lamented throughout the Old Testament.

If America can be divided, it can be conquered. Given the events of the past several years, even decades, it seems we are well on our way to Divida et Impera.

Passerby

He Smiled

I passed a homeless man on the street today; he smiled.
Traffic was heavy, I wanted to hear his story, not today, he smiled.
The lines on his face were etched by pain, he smiled.
His story would fill one thousand of the little cardboard signs he was holding, he smiled.
Cars would zoom past, not even taking a look, he smiled.
He drank a warm coke, sat down on the side of the road, he smiled.
The light changed green for me, I drove away, he smiled.
I’ll smile back another day.
© 2017 G. David Steele, All Rights Reserved, International Copyright Secured

Childhood Memories

Painted Horse

He rode into my childhood, I can’t recall when,
Sometime before seven, definitely not after ten.
He changed colors through the years, a painted horse for sure;
Still lingers in my memory, his legacy endures.
We would ride and ride forever, facing all our fears,
I don’t quite know for certain, there were probably some tears.
The wind at our backs, the sunshine on our face,
We’d ride and ride for hours, yet not go anyplace.
© 2017 G. David Steele, All Rights Reserved

Poetry 101

Here is another offering I think is apropos for this time of year.

The Turning

They come, they call, seems like overnight

Monochromatic is the hue, yet beautiful in the sun.

A tapestry is woven as a respite to some,

Sweaty faces are dried by the wind as it hums.

 

They blow, they bend, through the sometimes raucous days and nights,

If they could speak you would hear their pain.

While some are lost, most remain, for another day’s sweet refrain.

We mourn the ones who no longer remain.

 

They turn on us! As if some magic wand was waved for change!

This transformation seems all too soon,

Could it be the beginning of their doom?

The turning is at their leisure,

For though they long gave pleasure,

this is all for good measure.

 

They come, they call, and then they fall, turning, turning, turning…

 

© 2017 G. David Steele,, All Rights Reserved

New Adventures, New Focus

So, once again it has been OVER a year since I’ve tended this blog, sigh.  Life presents those times when you have to put things on hold for various reasons and for various lengths of time.  For me, it has been going back to school after 30+ years and dealing with the challenges of fitting that into an already busy schedule!

My biggest challenge at this stage of life has been to remain focused on a task  for any productive length of time.  Going back to school has helped me face the fact I have a tendency to abandon ship too early and not see a project through to its completion.  Call it a much belated New Years resolution, but I have determined to break the bondage of my ADD-ness, and try to STAY focused on just a few things at a time.

One of those pursuits is poetry.  Poetry? I’ve always had an attraction to this literary form on some scale, but recently I’ve purposed to read more and more of it.  I think it comes naturally, since I am a creative-type in regards to music and lyric.  It could also be as I get older, I like to contemplate things longer and deeper than ever before.  That is a good thing, right?

So, I’ve also started experimenting with writing some poetic verse and will share it here, and only here.  I’m avoiding the standard social media outlets, for good reason.

I hope you will take time to read it and PLEASE leave any constructive criticism, if you feel led to to so.

Here it goes, my first poem world!

Good Morning Joe!

Often it comes in two’s or three’s,

rarely ever more than these;

If it should require four or more,

to move this sack of flesh out the door,

I should hardly disagree;

We are very good friends,

caffeine and me.

Dedicated to My Life-long Friend, William Parr

© 2017 G. David Steele, All Rights Reserved

Not Like the Other…

If you’ve ever watched Sesame Street, as a kid or covertly as an adult, then you are most likely familiar with the catchy little tune that helped children distinguish between things that are alike, and things that are different. The title of this catchy little ditty was, “One Of These Things (Is Not Like the Other) and the repetitiveness of the song helped children understand how to recognize differences in certain shapes, or objects or things by the time the song was over.

Orange Among Green Apples

One Of These Things (Is Not Like The Others)
One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn’t belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?

Did you guess which thing was not like the others?
Did you guess which thing just doesn’t belong?
If you guessed this one is not like the others,
Then you’re absolutely…right!

Simple, easy to understand, to the point and an easy lesson learned!

If this is SO easy and simple for children why are we having such a hard time understanding this SAME lesson when it comes to the transgender bathroom debate?  Is it really just the simple fact of there is something really ‘different’ here and we should be able to figure it out just like a child would?  Seriously.

Why would we, as critical-thinking beings think allowing someone who sexually-amorphous, confused, suffering from gender-dysphoria and a host of other psychological issues, into heterosexual restrooms have any reasonable basis?

The prospect of seeing a grown “man” in a restroom filled with women and little girls, or a grown woman in a restroom filled with men and little boys falls into the same basic reasoning as, “one of these things is NOT like the other”.  How could you see it any other way?  Never mind the absurdity or potential for harm or abuse, we should be able to see that this is something a child could easily discern.

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I’ve mulled this over a LOT.  I’ve had verbal sparring matches on Twitter, talked with friends, read the Bible, asked God, looked inside myself, you name it, I thought about this up one side and down the other. Where I’ve landed, as far as my own reasoning is concerned is centered around this simple song!

If a child can understand this basic concept why are we struggling with it like we are?  Maybe we should all try singing that silly little song together!  Then perhaps we will see that one of these things IS NOT like the other!

 

 

What’s So ‘Happy’ About the New Year?

It’s 2016 and to be totally honest, I’m having difficulty with the “Happy” part of the New Year.  Sure, I have a LOT to be thankful for.  I’m into my 8th year of transplant, I have a wonderful family, God has preserved and protected us for another year and there are many other reasons to be extremely grateful.  However, the more I think about it gratitude and thankfulness are choices and being “happy” is a byproduct of making those choices, it does not generate or create them.

New Year 2016

The dictionary defines ‘happy’ in these terms:

happy |ˈhapē| adjective (happier, happiest) feeling or showing pleasure or contentment.

I don’t want to feel or show pleasure or contentment, I want to BE content and I don’t want to find pleasure in things but in pursuing God and loving people.

 (happy about) having a sense of confidence in or satisfaction with (a person, arrangement, or situation)

Yes, but the only person I want to place confidence in or have satisfaction with is Jesus.

 (happy with) satisfied with the quality or standard of.

Satisfaction vs. contentment here.  For me satisfaction is settling, contentment is choosing, no matter the circumstance.

2016 will be a year of choices.  There is SO much happening in the world today that would give us ample reason to NOT be happy.  Worry about the future, or what the next catastrophic event might be, or the ever-increasing worldwide violence, political and social issues and a host of other reasons to be unhappy with the prospect of a new year.

In 2016 I choose…

  1. Faith over worry
  2. Prayer over fear
  3. Gratitude over whining
  4. Facts over feelings
  5. Love over hate
  6. Work over idleness
  7. Understanding over distrust

In 2016 I want to…

  1. Read more, speculate less
  2. Give more, complain less
  3. Help more, hurt less
  4. Study more, assume less
  5. Ask more, judge less
  6. Walk more, sit less
  7. Discover more, gaze less

Bring it on 2016!  Yes, this year will bring challenges.  Yes, this year will bring heartache and loss.  Yes, this year will bring tragedy.  Yes, this year will feature the unexpected.  Yes, this year will bring good things. But  no matter what this year may bring, my happiness will not come from circumstances or any external event.

The ‘happy’ part of my new year will be from me choosing that which won’t depend on my happiness, but on my choices!