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