Volcano changes Earth's face in a flash,
Pumping up clouds of soot-dusty trash.
Airplane flying through clouds of ash,
Engine clogs and the jet may crash.
Soil enriched for farmer's cash,
But temperature cools under sun-shaded sash;
Sunset a 'fever with colorful rash,
Vulcan's dimples ripple and mash
Ancient lands, growing earth through gash.
* * * * * * *
ANGER - igniting
ADRENALIN - fueling
ACTION - for protection
This was the mechanism by which Creator allowed
our human species to survive through cave-man days,
when mastodons roamed Earth, saber-toothed tigers and giant bears,
who traveled in packs of 100, ate humans as their favorite food item.
But now that the animal kingdom has been subdued,
man has reached his A-pex / Z-enith
and is on the path of SELF-destruction from ANGER - ADRENALIN - ACTION.
ANGER is now the spark-to-action "without" a cause.
Anger is destroying marriages, families, society and nations
like a body's own cancer cells that seek and destroy the life of its own self.
Man and woman are made in the image of our Creator:
"Let us make man(kind) in Our Image"
"male and female created They them."
The Sacred Number Four:
Four Directions, Four Winds, Four Stages of Life
are also seen in the Four Natures of Humanity:
Emotion - Body - Mind - Spirit.
In the Holy Bible, God created Adam first:
Man is His image as emotion and physical -
the angry, all-powerful God of the Old Testament.
God looked at what "They" had made and said,
"We can do better than that," so "They" made Eve.
Woman is "Her" image as mind and spirit:
The Comforter, Holy Spirit of Peace of the New Testament.
This has been the old joke, but it's not so far off the mark.
There is Truth in Humor, or it wouldn't be so funny.
Men accuse women of being emotional,
but, in truth, women are far more in-control of their emotions than are men.
A woman's built-in patience in handling children is a self-control valve
that prevents her from "going off" and killing the children
she nurtured nearly a year in her body.
Men are more often out-of-control emotionally and kill their children.
Society does not react with as much horror when a man kills his children
as the shock we feel when a woman kills "her" children.
We can be sure that she has been so stressed out by an unnatural situation
which she has endured for an extended period
(many times being her whole life)
that she ends her own misery and kills her children.
Everyone has a breaking point.
A woman's breaking point - or fuse- is miles longer than a man's.
Even though a woman experiences "more" physically,
by her monthly "moon" - anticipating a new life within her body;
(or flushing out the un-used egg);
and after that "magic moment" of conception, forming a new human person
by sharing her own flesh and blood to clothe the new soul;
then, for up to five years (in ancient cultures)
feeding the helpless human through her own body fluids,
a man "reacts" to life more on a physical level than the woman does.
RE-ACTION (the opposite of patience) is Emotion.
Self-control (patience) is Mind.
For millennia, a man looks for the perfect shape of woman or car (or chariot)
physicaly re-acting to what he sees to satisfy his lusts and passions,
where a woman usually makes her "final" choice of a husband
with a sharp/clever MIND and easy-going sense of humor to raise her family.
(Numerous questionnaires attest to these truths.)
Of the Four Natures:
Man operates from emotion and flesh
and Woman operates from mind and spirit.
As the more muscular half of God's image,
man's biological job is to protect the mother of the children he has fathered,
but when man is out-of-balance, he mis-reads who the enemy is.
He mis-interprets, as a threat to his "safety and security,"
the helpful words of advice his wife spoke,
how much she spent at the store,
the way his children used the TV remote
or played in the house or on the ball-field.
The man's "Unexpected and Unexplainable" EXPLOSIONS of ANGER
destroy those he was given to protect,
those who will be "his" protection in old age,
when he needs to be cared for with food, physical needs, honor and respect.
If his anger doesn't
kill him in his twenties and thirties on the battlefield, foreign or domestic,
or kill him in his forties and fifties with a heart-attack,
his anger against members of his own family will kill
his chances to be paid the respect he demands
as an honored elder of his family, his tribe and his nation.
It's "safer" to count-to-ten in the heat of the moment
than to count-to-ten-thousand behind the "security" of iron bars.
If a man wastes his ANGER and ADRENALIN on every petty annoyance,
his chemical make-up will bottom-out and leave him depressed,
and his mind will enter a state of habitual short-circuiting
so that eventually, he will entirely lose the ability to think
things through to logical consequences and conclusion.
His decisions will become more and more erratic
which will keep him in the vicious circle of
more and more outbursts of anger until
he loses his mind and self-destructs
from substance abuse or suicide.
A man whose SOLUTION to SURVIVAL is physical violence,
rather than mental acuity (out-thinking/ outsmarting his enemy),
"may" earn medals of honor for the moment,
for bravely challenging his enemy in a duel to the death,
or staking himself to the spot to fight the enemy until he has been killed,
but if he thought-things-through to the end-result,
it would not be as his "instant Re-ACTION" to the situation read the picture.
The truth of history of nationalities shows that
when the brave man of violence takes himself "out" of the picture
by giving his life for his wife and children,
after his funeral, his enemy will come into his home territory,
marry his wife and daughters, and raise his sons and grandsons,
so that the belief system he gave his life for
will be assimilated into his enemy's ways
as his bloodline is diluted and diminished in the future generations.
If, in his lust for war, he could see SEVEN generations
after he died on the battlefield to protect his family,
he would NOT recognize the people that have come from his seed.
Five tribes of the Northeast were in danger of destroying themselves
through perpetual eye-for-eye vengeance and violence "that never ends"
until they decided to form the Sacred Tree of the Iroquois Confederacy
where they learned to "discuss" (through mind)
rather than "re-ACT" (through emotion)
the ways to Keep the Peace.
In True Wisdom,
the Iroquois gave the "decision-for-war" to the women,
the ones who suffer when men go to war - their own wives and mothers
who would end up as the wives of their enemeies,
with "those" men raising their men's children.
Men accuse women of being overly-emotional and super-sensitive,
but they are mis-interpreting the mind and spiritual make-up
in which Mother Creator made women "in Her image."
A woman is fine-tuned to sense the pains and pleasures
of small human beings (her children) who are not able to speak fluently
for the first three years of their lives.
The survival of the next generation of humans
depends upon the woman's ability to read the "mind" of her children.
The woman's "mind" also "thinks" far into the future
to the possible consequences of every action of the moment,
how it will affect the lives of her children or her husband.
The most "famous" of these mothers' minds is the Jewish mother
who introduces her toddler as "my son, the doctor."
The woman's role, as mother, sacrifices for her children,
whether it is the octopus or snake mother
who doesn't eat during the whole time she guards her nest
or the human mother who gives up her desires and needs
to make sure her children have what they need,
food, clothing and education.
This condition of "Sacrifice," which is natural to motherhood,
is the LOVE most men quest a lifetime trying to find.
Most religions require men to go through ceremonial rituals
to discipline themselves to use their MIND to pray,
and their SPIRIT to seek union with our Creator.
Most nationalities know that the woman is already "way" ahead of man
on the Sacred Path toward submission-to
and union-with the Holy Spirit of Creation.
Even if one is born from the seed of a Jewish (or Iroquois) man,
one is "not" a Jew unless the mother is Jewish (or Iroquois):
Being a Jew is more a "spiritual" state of being
rather than a physical state of being.
It is the Jewish Mother who passes on the Faith of the Nation.
God created man and woman "in Their image" - male and female.
Even though man operates mostly from EMOTION and FLESH,
and woman from MIND and SPIRIT,
both must experience the Four Natures
to be fully human "in the image of their Creator."
A woman's EMOTION is seen in tears - whether mad, sad or overjoyed.
Without a second thought, a mother will give her life to save her child,
whether it means throwing herself in front of an on-coming train or hunting
down in dark allies and taverns the predator who kidnapped her daughter.
Men have used their MINDS to invent new ways to experience our world.
Men have given up everything material to travel into the SPIRIT world
and explain how to get there to the ordinary busy working man.
When these men operate from the feminine nature of God - MIND and SPIRIT -
they receive public respect and honorariums from great institutions,
yet on a personal level, almost everyone is looking for LOVE,
the UNION between the two natures of our Creator / male and female,
which is what nearly every advertisement targets to sell their product.
A man spends his life trying to find True LOVE from a woman
who will Honor and Respect him.
What most men never realize is that Love IS Sacrifice.
To KILL the enemy who threatens the home
is "not" the sacrifice that will save the home.
To DIE to his own selfishness -
on a daily basis - every day - 24 hours a day - 7 days a week -
is the Sacrifice that makes LOVE happen.
When the woman is assured in her MIND and SPIRIT
that a man truly loves her,
that he is giving her what "she" needs
"before" taking what "he" wants,
then "her" Emotions will Adore him,
and "her" Flesh will Rejoice in him.
Then, and only then,
will the husband receive
the Honor and Respect from his wife
that he deserves.
FEMALE LINT-PICKERS
April 7, 1997
Females are born dirt and LINT pickers,
Removing unwanted dust, fluff and stickers:
Heidi, our dog, is a Mama for sure,
Keeping things tidy from dirt and burr.
Happy with a moment to herself to relax,
She licks and polishes her nails like wax.
Harley, her son, has never done it once:
He's even walked around like a mud-puddle dunce,
With mud, grass and sticks spreading out his toes,
With dirt and crud encrusting his nose.
Even though he's grown, if she thinks it's too much,
Heidi gives Harley a licking and such.
You know a woman has chosen her dandy,
If she fluffs his hair or with pickin' she's handy.
Once-upon-a-time, Princess Margaret blew her cover,
When by her captain, she reached her hand over,
And picked a piece of lint from his military coat.
Back she was imprisoned behind castle and moat.
With precision, Heidi chewed Harley's umbilical cord,
And for two days she didn't eat, while her puppies she adored.
After Harley was walking, she noticed a tick
On his bulging tummy, so she gave nibble and lick,
But it didn't come off 'cause it was his nipple,
Which made his tummy giggle and ripple.
Ten years later she found another lump,
But this time, it was just "an old man bump."
Females are caregivers all through their life,
Whether single, mother, grandmother or wife.
TEEN HAIR PREEN
March 9, 1997
A most useless activity I've ever seen
Is a teenage girl doing the "hair-preen:"
Every other minute, she combs her locks
With fingers spread apart, drawing "hounds to the fox."
No sooner has she brushed the drapery from her eyes,
Then sections of hair fall forward - no surprise!
Her finger-combing action has nothing to do with dress,
Or keeping hair secured to prevent a windblown mess.
The "hand-through-hair" motion is all for show,
To draw men's attention, now, don't you know.
In church, I observed the daughter of our pastor,
So pretty, I imagine Walt Disney would cast her
As Snow White or Beauty-and-the-Beast's "Belle,"
But she was busy doing the "hair-thing" as well.
Her beautiful mother on the organ-bench edge,
Every hair in place in the classy woman's "wedge."
When girls become mothers and reproduce offspring,
They have no more time to do the "hair-thing."
Life is so full, they must shower, dress and run,
To keep up with children as "they" have fun.
And there in the pew was her grandmother, too,
Whose elderly pace turned her white hair to blue.
YELLOW DREAMS
March 3, 2000
What do babies dream of when they're in the womb floating?
Running through cool, green grass or on the blue lake boating?
Not yet: For now everything is temperature controlled.
Only sounds are of mother's autonomic system patrolled.
Childhood is the time we view the world,
And decide what we like, hair straight or curled.
When my son was only three, he saw a teenage girl
With long, straight, blonde hair, blowing in a swirl.
Not to hurt my feelings, because I'm a brunette wavy,
With arms around my neck, dressed in his sailor-blue navy,
My toddler boy said, "Mommy, I think I like girls with yellow hair
That blows in the wind," flashing sunlight in the air.
The dream of yellow hair was the driving factor choice
In his every female companion: Brunettes had no voice.
His childhood dream was such a driving force,
He cared not that his blondes were from a bottle source.
Finally at 27, a petite blonde knocked him off his feet,
With straight yellow hair, the color of sunbleached wheat.
But this beautiful lady was more than just the color of hair,
Sharp mind and deep soul, a family-maker: They were a pair.
Expecting their first child, she produced for him another surprise:
Her blonde hair grew dark brown, right before his eyes.
Soon after my grandson was born, she weaned baby to a milk bottle.
And to please her man, she returned, once again, to the bleach bottle.
We enter Earth as babies, our minds a blank slate.
We spend the first 20 years, honing up as bait,
To reproduce more of us through our chosen mate,
Never quite satisfied as we wonder how we rate.
At long last, reproductive pressure finally comes to an end:
Our concocted dreams are gone, no more backwards do we bend.
Our hair thins to gray or falls to the floor,
And we don't have to make blonde hair anymore.
SO BIG
March 8, 1997
The little boy holds up his fingers and says,
"I'm three-and-a-half!" to be big:
The old man grins and says,
"I'm seventy-nine-and-a-half" under his wig.
RECIPE of LIFE
October 14, 1999
Life is a recipe, blending foods we want to eat:
Estrogen, like sugar, makes things taste sweet,
But we need a little testosterone to be like salt:
Does that mean our actions are not our own fault?
Now that I'm older, exactly 54,
I don't worry about being "Perfect Ten" anymore.
Knowing it won't be long before I return back to mud,
I feel chemical changes now flowing in my blood.
My chin is breaking out like a teenage boy,
And my female mannerisms are no longer coy.
Children love life and everything they see
Until they reach puberty when everything is "ME:"
How do I look? What should I wear?
I want to wear make-up and fluff up my hair.
From 13 to 53 was like 40 years in prison,
Pleasing the "norm" or face peer's derision.
But now the hormones' recipe has shifted around
Back to my childhood with its freedom to be found.
MATING
February 8, 1997
For which reasons does one choose a mate?
Position or rank - why one makes a date?
Or the perfect form that entices as bait?
Are godly virtues first or second rate?
Sometimes lust of flesh soon turns to hate.
Why does one save oneself and wait?
The climax of union is not flesh to sate,
But to enter together at the Pearly Gate
And spend eternity in the heavenly state,
For the heart's companion by Destiny's Fate.
"In the RIGHT Image"
February 6, 1995
God gave males bigger things; larger overall in size;
To compensate the species,
He made females clever and wise.
I wonder how many times it's taken
or how many Creation tries
To make a species "in His image,"
worth receiving the ultimate prize?
Politicians forming alliances to tower with worldly power,
Bribes, trysts, denials, lies, liaisons, males confront and cower.
Females fluff and feather their nests, planting pots and bower.
They're the ones who preserve family,
tradition, food and flower.
STILL the SAME
January 31, 1997
In all of the eons, we've not come that far:
Animal behavior and territory war,
Cave man by roasting fire, club in hand,
Macho by Bar-B-Que, oiled and tanned,
Golf clubs and ball bats, still the same,
Ratted and tousled, a tangled-hair mane,
Fashions' "couture" gone back to the string,
Most primitive of clothes, flesh-and-bug sting.
Mate and move on to the "Call of the Wild:"
"It Takes a Village to Raise a Child."
LANGUAGE LOST
March 4, 2000
Anthropologists say that language changes
a bit every thirty years.
That's how they know when they find a scroll
which period it nears.
But every now and then, a rebellion sinks in
and society enters the dark ages:
Illiterates multiply, elite are forced to die, with burning of the intellect's pages.
"In 1950, a 14-year-old had a vocabulary of 25,000 words.
Today, in 2000 AD, a 14-year-old has a vocabulary of 10,000 words."
(Paul Harvey News)
In two generations of 25 years each,
Thirty percent of words disappeared out of reach.
At that rate, in only one more generation,
We'll be reduced to a grunting and barking nation.
This explains why today's teens
have a five-word-vocabulary expression:
They're reduced to pantomime,
a source of deep, dark depression.
"Like, I was...ooo...ya' know...like,
I mean...it was so...like ya'know."
Unable to express themselves through poetry, literature or song,
They bring weapons of destruction to school and wipe out the throng.
COMPUTER CRAZY
March 7, 1997
Today I'm a pioneer of the mind,
Bogged down in mud, connections to find;
Like a wagon train crossing a swollen ford,
Extricating sense from my computer logic board!
Eight phone "hotlines" to help me out,
Trying to explain what my computer's about:
Bizarre, weird colors on my monitor screen,
Space Alien script- the likes I've never seen.
My son tried to copy my old back-up disks
From MacIntosh to IBM. God! What a risk!
My life's work in poetry and prose confounded in Babel,
The computer says, "I can't read this system error label."
In my grandmother's day, they labored in covered wagons:
Today, we struggle in the mind, against high-tech dragons!
ADAPTATION IS the KEY
March 8, 1997
I've observed this in myself and another:
The one who seeks peace and harmony is smothered:
The woman usually gives up her opinions and thought,
To keep their relationship from becoming too taut.
Some men can't handle opinions other than theirs
Without becoming grouchy and forbidding as bears.
A thought that originates outside of themselves
Is a threat to their ego, demeaning them as elves.
Today's men want to be bigger than life ever intended:
Macho hulks bulge beyond heights ascended;
Proportions are lost as they bulk up with muscles.
Today's women are copycats, who once wore bustles.
But who, in the end, will be stronger, husband or wife:
The one who was rigid and produced so much strife,
Or the one who resigned herself to fit into place,
Adapting to make favorable the circumstances she faced?
I've seen it happen, the rigid one fails:
He goes off the deep end and collapses his sails,
While his mate who adapted herself to suit him
Was made much stronger like the wind-blown stem.
BALANCE BEAM
April 2, 2000
Life on Earth is a BALANCE
between
Poverty and Talents,
Foreverness and Fashion,
Judgment and Compassion,
Happiness and Strife,
Death and Life.
BUZZERS
February 27, 2000
When wife wants hubby to bring home milk,
She buzzes his belly under his tie of silk,
Through the small machine clipped to his belt,
Her thoughts transfer through vibrations he's felt.
So how does a man hear from His maker?
Does somewhere in his body become Quaker or Shaker,
When The Creator wants to get His message across
From His heavenly Mind to our gray-matter moss.
Where in our mortal flesh do we get the buzzing shock?
"Behold," said Jesus, "I stand at the door and knock."
DONUT HOLES
March 13, 1995
Sylvia's 50th Birthday)
Humans, like donut holes, empty in the middle, need God,
The hand Who forms and guides them by his iron-strong rod.
Though we're nothing without His breath,
but dusty, mortal sod,
Yet if we deny we're made that way,
to low-earth gods we nod.
SUPERMARKET
February 8, 1997
The supermarket is a gathering place;
Frequent it often, you'll see the same face.
Life's microcasm from beginning to end;
Shelves start with "Pampers" and end with "Depends."
Boy bagging groceries at end of the line,
Earning new money for first car so fine;
Retired gentleman, needing a hobby,
"Bag-boy" again in the grocery store lobby.
MY FIRST CAR
February 28, 1997
Watching "Goldfinger" on Friday night,
I marveled at James Bond's car-of-might,
Equipped for disguise, fight or flight
With smoke-screen and oil-slicks, "What a sight!"
The world thinks James Bonds' Car was so cool:
So was mine as I drove each day to school.
Ejection seat and fenders falling off,
Seats with springs projecting through the soft.
Daddy had given me a James Bond Car:
Smoking with oil before it went too far,
Bumper rattled and mirrors were loose:
You could hear me coming like a honking old goose.
SMELLS:
March 6, 2000
Why can't humans naturally smell as good as flowers?
Instead, we spend much time in our life taking showers.
The unwashed human odor is the worst of any creature,
It matters not if the body is ugly or beautiful of feature.
The Pilgrims crossed the ocean in a floating wooden tub:
Rotten food and halitosis with not even a toothbrush stub,
Womanly periods, childbirth, manly flutulence
and just plain sweat,
Colds and flu, sea-sickness and vomit
with not even an attending vet.
No wonder the American Natives
could smell the immigrants miles away,
Even before they were sighted
entering the Chesapeake Bay.
The native people of America were religiously super-clean,
Baptizing themselves everyday*
and taking pride in the daily preen.
(*Cherokee daily ritual in the river)
TWELVE TRIBES of ISRAEL
March 1, 2000
The Art of Poetry expands my mind
To unknown mysteries which I often find.
In World War Two the British broke the German's code
Using youthful minds of artists and poets of the 'ode.
In 1977, my first pilgrimage to Israel
Was more than just a spiritual thrill:
My Israeli guide, a Messianic Jew,
Filled my mind with mysteries new,
Things I'd never heard before
In church or school: I wanted more.
Mordechai challenged me to find the tribes
Of Israel's Twelve Sons, recorded by scribes.
"We, Israelis, are not Israel, as people say,
But only Benjamin and Judah of the Southern Way.
The Ten Tribes of Israel, the Northern entity,
Were scattered by Assyria and lost their identity.
"We, of Judah, were never lost,
we've always known we are Jews,
But when the lost Tribes of Israel find themselves,
Then 'that' will be News!"
For the next twenty years I studied the code,
Hidden in the Bible to find Israel's abode.
With calculator on my right and Bible on my left,
I charted the path whence Israel's tribes were cleft.
Four times the same story is set to repeat,
With different details, but full meaning replete:
Noah released The Dove from The Ark
Under the Rainbow, God's heavenly mark.
Jonah, meaning Dove, was swallowed by a fish,
Living under water as an indigestable dish.
Christ was born from the womb of Saint Mary.
A Dove was the sign of Holy Spirit He would carry
As He arose from the Waters of Jordan River,
Eternal Life was the Gift and Jesus was the Giver.
Christopher Columbus, meaning "Christ, The Dove,"
was encased in Santa Maria under the stars above.
From the Ark on the Water, the Dove from her nest,
Flew over the Earth to announce New Birth and Rest.
OBSESSION with LAW:
February 29, 2000
This nation is obsessed with The Law:
Making Laws, Breaking Laws,
Faking Laws, Forsaking Laws,
Taking Laws to ridiculous extremes!
Breaking every law was the Hippies' intention:
"If it feels good, do it."
Thirty years later, they still hate cultural convention,
"Trust nothing, just sue it."
Hippies grew up and entered schools of law:
As politicians, they restricted everything they saw,
So "their" children learned how to twist the rules,
Blatantly in front of their parents, now the fools.
Today, there are three laws for everything you do:
Laws on the books of which we don't have a clue
That we've broken in the normal course of a day,
For which the Common Man cannot possibly pay.
In the 1700s, a Cherokee chief gave us warning:*
White Man Laws in the "Ugly Book" will leave society mourning,
Having destroyed the natural desire to do what's right,
With darkness and hatred replacing love and light.
Jesus fulfilled 613 Laws of Moses given by God.
Here's a thought that's perturbingly odd:
Thank God He became Our Saviour 2000 years ago:
If He had to fulfill ALL of today's laws,
He might "Just say NO."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The United States of America has 5-percent
of the world's population and 70-percent of Earth's lawyers.
THAT is a terrible IMBALANCE in the Laws of Nature
which produces disastrous results of self-destruction - like CANCER turning inward and eating its own flesh!
"James Adair's History of the American Indian,
published 1775, page 461:
"Stripes and fines only inflame the distemper;
When inflicted publicly for petty crimes,
the culprit loses what is most valuable to human nature -
the Sense of Shame.
He that watches for persons' crimes,
to benefit and enrich himself at their damage,
and the ruin of their families, is an ENEMY to Society."
FREEDOM of SPEECH
March 3, 2000
Freedom of Speech is a Thing of the Past
As I write this, we're losing ground, rapidly, fast.
The Sixties' Generation rebelled against parental thought,
Grew up and made laws by which the average man is caught.
Arrogant youths, they rebelled against all moral action,
But multiplied the legal system, so now everything is infraction!
"Make love, Not War," Sixties' youth wanted NO LAW:
But soon, by their open rebellion, chaos was all they saw;
so they went back to school and learned the system well;
Proclaiming "Diversity," yet now,
we only speak what "they" tell.
Thought Police patrol your mind
To catch a slip of tongue they find.
The Hippies in their omniscience tried to make everyone alike,
To destroy the 1950s Generation
of Mamie Eisenhower and Ike.
On one fork of their tongue, the key word is diversity,
But their Thought Control legality
has brought us great adversity.
"You can't legislate love," was the comeback in their day.
But this they've done, through Thought Police, to control everything we say.
DOCTORS and DRUGS
March 3, 2000
What a vicious cycle we live in today:
Doctors pushing drugs for which a ransom we pay.
A society over-medicated for every twinge and blink,
They write out prescriptions in doctor-scribble ink.
Doctors overdosed our bodies before they were mapped,
So through evolution, the Sueprbug learned to adapt.
If i were a bug and saw the same demonstration of stings,
I'd soon outsmart you:
So practice "Moderation in All things."
Doctors and Drugs have reached absurd proportions:
Have you lately seen TV commercial's crazy distortions?
The most romantic, ethereal scene shows a couple with AIDS,
The seriousness of the disease, our senses evades.
A young person viewing this or an alien from outer space,
Would think that THIS was the height
of perfection for the human race.
The couple looks so happy, so in-love and well.
The scene doesn't show that they're really going through hell.
Or what about the common problem of hay fever's sneezes,
That plagues the human animal from airborne pollen breezes?
The camera pans a mountain slope colored with wild-flowers,
Bringing to your mind, the happiest of vacation hours.
After the enticing, heavenly scene into which you are drawn,
The side-effects are quickly listed, with a casual yawn,
By a melodious female voice who sings her motherly pitch,
With fatal complications that could put you in grave's ditch.
"Possible side effects include drowsiness, nausea, vomiting, flu,
Blindness, kidney failure, liver damage, birth defects, too.
You may be right for VITAL. See your doctor today,
And let him show you the BETTER WAY."
Another CALL for bodies leaves me laughing at its charm:
The soothing woman's voice seductively twists your arm,
Like the sirens whose songs led Greek sailors to die in ships,
From the echo of eerie voices that emitted from their lips.
"If your are a woman between the ages of 25 and 40,
And have only two bowel movements a week,
You may be eligible to participate in a revolutionary study,
Which could include FREE, UNTESTED medication
For which you may receive up to $400
for your voluntary participation."
Like an artist uses all his brushes and colorful paint,
A doctor plugs in all his machines,
to make you cry and faint.
Like a chef uses his knivs
and every handy gadget in the kitchen,
A surgeon itches to use his knives
and close you up with stitchin.
Like a carpenter uses saw, hammer and nail to shape wood,
A surgeon would use the very same tools
as often as he could.
Like an actor who's unfulfilled
unless he's performing for a crowd,
A surgeon performs in his "operating theatre"
over your surgery shroud.
If the Bible is True, as I believe it is so,
Here is the simple truth that you and I should know.
Every morning when I awake,
the first words from my lips:
"Bless the Lord, O my soul, and ALL that is within me, Bless His Holy Name, for He pardons your iniquities,
He heals ALL your diseases."
Psalm 103
Sylvia's father Dr. Duket was a Christian minister,
who refused to carry a gun on the battlefield,
saying he would willingly be a para-medic,
so he was given an offer he couldn't refuse
by the United States Government:
"Since you're a precision optician,
you can grind bombsites for us."
Because of TOP SECRET stealth,
unknown until the war was over,
only 52 days after Sylvia was born,
Dr. Duket ground the 90-degree angle
of the Nordin bombsite that ended the war.
On August 1, 1998, Sylvia met Gen. Paul Tibbetts
at the Truman Library in Independence, Missouri,
the pilot who finally put all the pieces together
in the cockpit of his B29 bomber plane,
named The Enola Gay for his mother.
TWO GENERATIONS
November 6, 1999
Would the men and women of the World War Two Set
Be the same sacrificial, selfless generation we've met?
Does circumstance make one noble or crude?
Or upbringing make one hedonistic or prude?
Was it the Common Enemy that struck our island shores
That caused America's young men to rush out their doors
To cross the two great oceans and willingly give their lives
To stamp out mad-dog tyrants, then return home to their wives?
What was the difference in the Americans of World War Two
And the children they produced when the Baby Boom blew through?
Can you blame the patriotic generation for relaxing with their dream,
When they came back from the foxholes to the upwardly-mobile stream?
Would those stoic American patriots have also been as bad
As their Hippy children, acting like a two-year-old that's mad,
Refusing to obey any of civilizations' rules
They learned from parents, society, church or schools?
"IN YOUR IMAGE"
September 23, 1999
Written by Sylvia to her Son on the Birth of his Son:
When you think about it, that bundle of love in your arms
Is not just a baby with irresistible charms:
If lifespans live out, he'll be a man like you
For the next sixty years, but with a different point of view.
So the question is: Should you let him have his way
To try all the fads and morals of the day?
Since your generation will soon be the clowns
Which your children will mock with jokes and frowns,
You have the choice to try to be his friend,
To be "cool" and "with-it," or be The Force that won't bend,
To uphold what was founded in the past,
The Laws of Moses - four millennia now they last;
To pass on to your son a personal walk with the Lord,
To study, learn and know from his heart the Holy Word,
To teach him to follow signs and how to hear The Voice;
But your love will remain as he makes his own choice.
What I wonder about in this world of men:
Is MORAL evolution supposed to change, too, or are there TEN
Commandments on this narrow path we trod,
That never change in order to shape us "Into the image of God."
Animals created in tubes for mindless droning,
Next comes a race of humans with special traits from cloning.
God told Moses: don't mix things of two kinds,
But today doctors transplant any tissue they can find:
A baboon or pig becomes part of a man,
No matter that by design on all fours it ran.
Evolution keeps changing and endlessly rolling,
To reshape the world through the orbit she's strolling.
Is it good or bad to rework your parents' views?
I'd say so if their bad behavior made the 6:00 o'clock news.
To observe what went wrong in their difficult lives
Is to continue survival by which evolution contrives
To make things better, the Earth to keep going,
But if one renounces revelation, We lose the Spirit of Knowing.
Enjoy your adorable child, made to look like you.
God made it so, that we may know the feelings He's going through.
FAMILY (February 29, 2000)
There are two kinds of family on our Planet Earth:
The one through which your genes come, the other of Spirit Birth.
As soon as Jesus received the White Dove of Peace
Over His head as the Holy Spirit was released,
At the moment of His baptism in the Jordan River,
The Holy Spirit drove Him to the harsh desert to quiver
Forty days from heat, cold, hunger and thirst as the test:
Even as a Son, He underwent severe stress to bring out His best!
This week, my TEST was to be caught in the middle,
Between two generations, in a technology-challenged riddle.
My adorable grandson became the First Year Birthday Boy,
With his parents and grandparents being filled with happy joy,
Who would have guessed 'twas a TEST which we all had to pass,
To prove which relationships would endure and last.
Great-Grand-Daddy called seven times to "be the first to say,
"Happy Birthday to Great-Grand-Son," but a recording was the only way.
By sundown, failing to "connect," his patience was shot
As his normally-cool temper began to grow increasingly hot.
My father 84, in great health and going strong
Is of the generation that there's right and wrong.
Today's generation is all impersonal Voice-Mail
That doesn't even leave the track of a paper trail.
My Dad's phone is set with a Three-Way-Call,
So he can talk to one while talking to all,
But sometimes after a message for the one who's not there,
The other two parties' conversation is recorded unaware.
The morning began with a jinx even before we talked:
A loud pop like breaking glass, as by my computer I walked.
Then I heard the breaker switch in the basement click off,
From far distance away, the soft rumble of thunder aloft.
The only thing in the house to be cut off from the juice
Was my computer corner, with its wire tangled and loose,
So I went to the basement and clicked on the switch
And was soon back to work in my private-study niche.
Trying to be diplomatic and agree with Daddy's irritation,
My words disapproving son's new ways added to the conflagration.
Why hadn't our morning's conversation recorded when Daddy was calm,
But instead, the night's dialogue caught on tape as he blew like a bomb.
When the Voice-Mail female began the final countdown clock,
Knowing we'd been recorded, my mind froze up and locked.
A family connected by wires half a continent apart
Were stretched to the max to keep an open heart.
I thought to myself, "I can't believe the tangled telephone jumble
That was woven from Great-Grand-Daddy's hot-tempered tumble.
If, indeed, our conversation was on the recording etched,
This is the Supreme Test by which our relationships are stretched.
Here I was, stuck in the middle, between young and old generation:
The younger expected a "Hands Off Policy" and the older, veneration.
I felt like an ambassador, weighing diplomacy in the Art of Peace,
Like the Arabs and Israelis writing Treaties in the East.
The rabbis have said the most difficult commandment of the TEN
Is to "Honor your Father and Mother so Long Life" you may win.
Parents own you until you're legally a separate "Other,"
But they will always see themselves as your father or mother.
Genetics makes us what we are in looks, talent and smarts,
Music or Mechanics, Literature or Math, Finances or Art.
Two forces in the world operate through this sphere,
Positive or Negative - we decide which way we'll steer.
REMEMBERING
November 6, 1999
Each generation's test is NOT to over-react to their parents' life:
There's enough trouble in history's march without creating additional strife.
Each generation will be remembered for something to recall:
War, disaster, plague, poverty, revolution, prosperity,
New religion, evolution, lower morals, or nothing at all!
Everyone wants to live a full, abundant life:
Grandfather, little boy, teenage girl, or busy wife.
How does one find this life in ordinary living?
By finding goodness everywhere - yourself to others giving.
Our Creator's mind and ways are higher than the earth:
Contemplate His greatness every day from your birth,
And your life will be elevated as you grow and age,
With solutions to all situations at every stage.
When one person in a crowd looks up into the sky,
Others look upward and also wonder why.
So keep your standards high,
And you'll have blest earth before you die.
