Posts Tagged ‘REMEMBER’

… “NO NEED”

June 23, 2014

The ‘title’ could have been “AZURE Liked IT” but, the (hopeful) openness of posting something that an OLDER ADULT would “comprehend” changed it. As time has placed its many “rings” around the eyes I’ve had the constant ‘PAN-ISH’ “insta-urge” toward Females become more of an appreciation of what they represent, rather than what they may “feel” like. The passage of  ‘attempted parenthood’ and coming to notice that most are just pretty containers of my own genetically matched poison. Thus the truer title…

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The strength

of Passion’s memory

the vagueness

of each “cause”

the “pride’

of its ‘durations’

be it tears

or gasp’s applause

 

‘Tis youth

that seeks to “conquer”

the gates of ‘damp’ success

in “AGE”

the zeal’s gone hunkered

athletics gone duress

 

But replay

brings back “feeling”

to parts

thought “gone to seed”

the mind

wants parts past willing

the parts

remind “NO NEED”

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TAPS: For Cissy’s Little Girl

February 13, 2012

Me thinks ’twas Paul
that gave the case
to carry thorns
at the side
in this Life race

that ANGELS have
their DEMONS too
they were a model
fashioned
as me and you

a Human HARP
that played simple
grand
a honey child
in front of bands

t’would ALWAYS
LOVE US
Heaven’s told
even caught up
in “some” fold

the aches the PAINS
too medicate
sought JORDAN’S
cleanse
before the gate

she came here
alone
but gathered fame
and leaves us
a remembered name…

WHITNEY, thy name is beauty
the race was to COMPLETE
and you have

And a “Little” Child SHOULD Lead Them

June 2, 2011

The election of our next(?) President is quickly plodding into view.Those that believe that they can “right” the U.S.S. AMERIGO are ALL telling us that THEY KNOW EXACTLY what WE all NEED.They do this by drawing us pictures of what this nation has been for the past twelve years, instead of what it was created FOR it since a Powhatan Maiden was “charmed” into a display piece.
The case for becoming leader of the “free” world is usually made by having to obtained a good EDUCATION coupled to abilities of COMMUNICATIONS, (Verbal and such.), working with large groups in a POSITIVE manner of ACCOMPLISHMENT(S),and the ability to PREPARE the nation for the NEEDS of those currently providing the ‘gross domestic products’ of LIFE, LIBERTY, the PURSUIT of HAPPINESS, the RIGHT of EQUALITY (AS a HUMAN BEING.). AND the FREEDOM to ACCOMPLISH such while NOT INJURING others’ in the process. I add to this that those we choose to be in a protected “working” environment, that IS the CONGRESS and SENATE, must also THINK ahead to those that WILL REPLACE them SOON.BUT, if the elected cannot fathom HOW their decisions affect/ effect the “next-in-line” then they shouldn’t be where WE’VE placed them. And, if these folk cannot stand to the MIRROR of responsibility of their actions they should stop preening and go out and get into some sort of “SHAPE” that will make them presentable to SELF and their PUBLIC.
Why have I said this? Because since April Twenty-Ninth,2011 a New Jersey High School SOPHOMORE, one [AMY P. MEYERS]has YET to enter the “letter-box” arena, (Television screen size/ type.), to “throw-down” on the subject of our CONSTITUTION with Minnesota Sixth District Congress-Woman [MICHELE BACHMANN]. This scenario HAS been presented to us in the movie “Legally Blonde”, and the funny thing is that I DO believe that Ms. Bachmann has ALSO, (the visual casting IS spot-on!), and truly wants to avoid Sally Fields’ resulting lesson in CIVICS ‘CLASS’.
If there were more AMY MEYERS in this nation there’d be less tails wagging DOGS. The older of such WOULDN’T have to learn new tricks, we’d get through the rest of our TIME on “the surface” as writers of our own chapters of an ECCLESIASTES…

The crux of what’s been written here can best be mulled through some thoughts by [GEORGE SANTAYANA].
As a Dyslexic being the title of this blog means THINK, not thank you. But, I do… THANK YOU, for stopping by !
If you’d like an expanded view of Ecclesiastes 3,[IT\'S HERE], but leave religion out… we SHOULD LEARN from ANY, and EVERY, ONE of this LIFE.

UP-date: It doesn’t seem to matter whether the student is from the North, or SOUTH. It seems that these particles of Plato can be found anywhere the elected dullards go…
[No Dumbies In The DELTA.]

The Making of a Lawn Jockey

February 20, 2011

My name is Joque Graves,( Mr. Washington called me [JOCKO].). I come here with my father near Mr. Penn’s forested glens and hills near Trenton.

We’ve been in the middle of this ruckus with these men with loud coats, noses turned up like Turkeys in a downpour. The only thing is that they ain’t dying quick enough for any of Mr. Washington’s friends.

Mr. Washington’s got a plan to take some fighters across the Del-ware, ( You can see my Pa with ’em in the painting.), and send the “Loud Coats” home as cold storage so that we can work this land the way they wants. But, Mr. Washington says I’m too young to make a “proper” fighter yet. Heck, I sees to all ‘im’s Hawses good ’nuff. Back in ‘Ginya’ ain’t a bale I can’t pitch a-ways !


But, he says I should “grow” more and learn ‘responsablity’ first. He told me that I make sure that he and he’s friends get back right, that I should wait here at camp, so that when they come back, at dark, that I give ’em my “lighterns’ glow, to find the hawses.

I was young, but, Mr. Washington chose one of he’s bestest to do my task…

It was too cold, but I held my pawzishun, like a “STATUE”, I stood waiting ’til they got back. I was an ice block when they got back, but that “Lightern” hadn’t loss its fire when they found me… Froze there… just as any “GOOD” SOLDIER at ‘is post. Showing Mr. Washington’s VOLUNTEER SOLDIERS the way to safety.


Mr. Washington couldn’t give me a proper burr-yal a’cause the “loud coats” was bringin’ in them big ol’ [HESSIAN] folk, from Germ-knee, to help ’em  save  King George’s “face”.

Although I’m rotten in the roots of an Oak tree Mr. Washington had ‘is skulpter build a “likeness” of what I looked like… stood it by the steps of ‘is front porch just like he found me that night.

Now, for awhile a lot of  my kindred thought that my statue was an ‘N-salt to ’em. But to let y’all know it was a great “[LINEN]” man’s way o’ sayin’ THANKS to someone who’ done a MAN’S WORK before they was.

After the war was won my statue got a rebirth from the folk that built the `’underground railroad’, you know the one inj-neered by Hair-yet Tubmum? The folks that was the stashin mastahs would have me stand infront o’ they’s house to tell my kin that they’s house was SAFE.

My name is Joque Graves I’d seen, almos’ twe’ve summahs  afores I paid MY fee for YOUR FREEDOM…

The month of February has been designated for the EDUCATION of a PEOPLE that have assisted in the building of one of the “GREATEST” nations of recorded history. The above story is something that ALMOST never has been TAUGHT in OUR schools. SHARE the KNOWLEDGE. It TRULY does set a PEOPLE FREE.

Dear City Council…

February 5, 2009

… You ARE KILLING a CAPITAL/ CAPITOL CITY !

From County Commissioners losing their investments of a new community, (to be built by Dominion Homes, in the historic FRANKLINTON area.), to the twenty year bust called CITY CENTER [City Council hasn\’t fixed the entropy of its City\’s Center.]. The main problem with this scenario is that it’s something that many “major” metropolitan areas are experiencing, or WILL be experiencing in the very near future. Especially in the mid-western/ rust belt regions. I have this peculiar feeling that the area that witnessed my conception and birth is in a type of death rattle that was constantly fed by asbestic planning and implementations. [No visible HISTORIES.]

Columbus has grown in a similar fashion as Los Angeles, California the city IS a county in its size, spreading further and further away from the HEART. Very much like OBESITY in that the extensive surrounding masses are putting so great a burden on the system that feed them that the Heart, (distributions), Liver, ( waste water), Circulatory,( roads) and Brains, (schools) have suffered such over extensions of design, (exercise),that it may die from surgery, ( COMPLETE reassessment of everything.).

The main problem of the common politician is that of ego through “works”, the way that little victories encourage the inflations of self’s worths instead of the worthiness of the action’s accomplishments. Couple this to how often those who’s greed is waved in the “face” of the “official” needs of the community’s actual sustenance. [Notice the side article mentioning the \”New Jewel\” of replacement.] The problem of the city’s legislative “brain trust” is that they only VISIT the actual areas that they are supposed to be stewarding, they don’t work long enough hours that necessitate having to FIND a PLACE to EAT after FIVE O’CLOCK (Post Meridian). (Wendy’s AND Arby’s “fast foods” left the central downtown area.) Or be able to acquire GROCERIES at a family’s budgeted prices within a two mile walk.They’ve done all this while replacing affordable eating establishments with the tre’ fascionist “SOUP NAZI”, ($8 for 6 ounces of ‘Signfold’ leftover soup and a smig/ smug of the EARL’S invention.), right beside Channel FOUR’S new studios at Routes 40/16 and 23.

As a city-zen I must say what I can here, because it would take more than the seven minutes tentatively allotted to each of the chattel that wish their opinion heard before the fief’s overseers. And they would cut me off summarily for the “insight”placed here. No matter, those who are elected to LEAD must LIVE WITH their decisions just like we have to live with their decisions. It might be a good idea to elect people that remodel things,( cars, houses, motorcycles, tatooists, etc.), to get our cities to a place that FUNCTIONS FOR THE USER.

Synaptiq Seeds: a Formula For a Title

December 18, 2008

A good thought, idea or realization has value for the duration of its lifetime, whether that lifetime is interrupted or not.

There’s been an ebb and flow, give and take, ying and yang since the first flatworm separated then became enamored with its other self. We’ve been BLESSED to live in a time that even though the WORLD itself, (as people), may be on the “snotty” edge of OBLIVION, we do possess enough remnants of bread crumbs to lead us away from that edge.

In the eighth year of an infant millennium we are not far removed from some of the most recorded times of human STRIFE and SUFFERING that can easily be learned from those we call Parent, Grand-Parent and Great-Grand- Parent. Those who’d struggled past the ” War to End ALL Wars” are almost as few as “Hen’s Teeth” and their offspring of “The Greatest Generation” now move to the sound of one of Dr. Kellogg’s best known breakfast cereals (“snap,crackle…pop”). We, the “Pop”-lived progeny, are at the point of watching ALL our PREDECESSOR’S achievements of a life’s time and a life’s styles deflate within the short spans of OUR Grandchildren’s life spans. There is truly nothing NEW under this SUN, so this site will attempt to respawn another’s observations of “this new POSITION” that we find ourselves in. At that , with the WORLD going broke, (even when a “neighbor” can be a thousand kilometers “down the road”.), a voice speaking from 70 years past, 9 years after the “GREAT CRASH” : a-bit-o-prose and definate wisdom called “THE GAIN” by Edgar A. Guest, from his 1938 book- All IN A LIFETIME.

The Gain:

When life was bright and cheerful he went singing

on his way.

He scarcely knew his neighbrs or what sort of folks

were they.

But he woke one dismal morning to find all his

money gine,

And he found that fame and fortune were not safe

to lean upon.

The other day I met him, and he said: “It’s very

queer,

But the fact is I am happier than I’ve been for many

a year.

I’ve discovered friendly people living just across the

street;

I’ve discovered books and blossoms and the grass be-

neath my feet.

“Since the bank account has dwindled I’ve discovered

at my door

A variety of blessings which I’d never known before.

I’ve discovered CHESS and CHECKERS are not games

which children play,

But are glorious entertainment when at home you

choose to stay.

” Oh, we’re richer now in spirit than we ever thought

we’d be,

There’s a bond of true devotion binding all the

family.

WE have gained in faith and wisdom and in fellow-ship with flowers.

And whatever loss may follow, these shall evermore

be ours.”

It’s interesting, those that “set back” seeds of a “good CROP” sometimes have those gems’ packagings become “hidden” on shelves that have collected “waiting’s” disguise. Now we call them seed “banks”, and like the bank destroyed in Baghdad* many of our oldest, most prolific seeds are being lost to the PROGRESS of GREED. I do this so that there may be maps remade for us, to re-find and e-build those SEED-BANKS.

A thought: Those that DESTROYED the BAGHDAD SEED-BANK probably “forgot” that the ORIGINAL “GARDEN” was located on that city’s two RIVERS. Could it be possible that “WE’VE’ gotten rid of tha ORIGINAL SEEDS of Earth’s FIRST GARDEN ?(* It was BOMBED during the first 12 hours on the orders of our OUT-GOING President (BUSH). Remember the “big NEWS” of the seed bank in the ARCTIC ?

The site, Synaptiq Seeds, is now open for the business of thought growing into an action I, most likely, won’t be the author that will set YOUR mind alight, that is why I invite others better than myself to tell you “the story”.

A note to those who’ve read this post: SYNAPTIQSEEDS= a real blog site on wordpress.com, you may WANT to go there and be “enlightened” to another facet of  the original “gourmet thoughts of a brown-bag mind”.

MISTER EDWARDS: In Memorium.

May 25, 2008


I cannot relate a story to the world about my own father, even though he was my father. There are many people that are, now, not with us that we OWE SO MUCH TO and we really didn’t KNOW THEM. An earlier article that displayed itself was: ‘WHEN KNOWLEDGE is TAKEN for GRANTED’. I wrote about those who were in our lives but we had no idea of what events shaped these QUIET TITANS that we’ve called ‘neighbor’. I NEVER called MISTER EDWARDS by his first name, and of too much RESPECT for him, his wonderful wife, and his three offspring I will not start that now. Even his middle initial stands for I don’t know what, so you won’t either. The contents of the article will now be that of the inside page of the ‘HOMEGOING’ Service brochure…*

“Celebrating the Life of ‘MISTER EDWARDS’. March 11,1925 to February 28,2008 Edwards, ‘MISTER’, ageKeep the light of TRUTH LIT. 82, of Worthington, passed away Thursday, February 28, 2008. He was born the sixth child (five boys and two girls) on March 11, 1925 in Urbancrest, Ohio to the late Willie and Lucy (Johnson) Edwards. He was also proceeded in death by his two sisters and three of his brothers. MISTER Edwards was retired from D.C.S.C. as a Branch Chief in Contract Administration, with 41 years of service. MISTER Edwards was also a WORLD WAR TWO U.S. Army Veteran, serving as a Medical Technician in a Headquarters and Medical Attachment, which served in Europe as a “Group Headquarters” over 12 to 17 Companies. He attended Jackson Township High School in Grove City, Ohio, where he belonged to the NATIONAL HONOR SOCIETY and lettered in basketball, football and track. He later graduated from THE Ohio State University with a Bachelor of Science Degree in Education, finishing the four-year course load in TWO years (1946-1948). As an undergraduate, he substituted as a French Instructor at University High School for Professor Allen. He played on a semi-pro football team in Worthington, Ohio, as a halfback, fullback and quarterback. He taught at Knoxville College, Knoxville,TN as a French Instructor and served as assistant football and basketball coach. MISTER Edwards served as President of the P.T.A. at the Worthington Elementary School (Ohio State Route 161 and Hartford Street). He served as President and one of the FOUNDING members of the HUMAN RELATIONS COUNSEL. MISTER Edwards is survived by his LOVING WIFE of 58 years, September 25,1949 and his three children, Yvette, Kenneth and Gerald.”

I didn’t ask or get permission from the surviving spouse for the presenting of this article, but it was important enough to me that I find a way to say THANK YOU to someone that really did mean something to me for all my ignorances that this REMARKABLE man forgave me . I’m sure that there are many such people around every one of us and that’s what MEMORIAL DAY is about. Eventually every war ‘HERO’ passes from our presence on this earth, the question immemorial is how well do we know these ROCKS of the walls of freedom that OUR NATION MUST CALL ON? And how much time did we take to truly listen to the many lives that each hero has lived to this point that they’ll give those GRAINS OF LIVING LIFE that we may carry them to the next fertile fields of our future? And can we know if someone will give us a “WELL DONE” for gleaning enough of the proper seeds to make sure that ALL the HEROES are HONORED?

Oh, by the way, MISTER Edwards was one of the many unsung AFRICAN-AMERICAN SOLDIERS.

*( With a bit of ‘editorial’ licensing for the protection of the innocent .)

HAVE a HAPPY, SAFE, and FULL MEMORIAL DAY.