Poet's Corner

This was my first published poem. Salt Lake Tribune, 2001.

Conquest

When the banners of battle are lowered,

Ramparts scaled, the last wall breached,

That is the moment,

The moment  for true conquest,

A gentle hand as sword, a touch without malice,

They forget what was,

Fear losing what now is.

stephen

A Straightforward Simple Question.

Haiti was just hit with the big one.  I heard a little bit on the radio coming home from grocery shopping and then clicked on the tube while unloading and stowing.  There were alot of audio reports from people on the ground there.  After listening for a few minutes, I was struck by something.  Most of the people reporting from Haiti were from Christian charities, relief organizations, missionaries and such. Christians.  On the ground, in the poorest, most destitute country in the Western Hemisphere. No reports from any atheist charity workers.  No reports from any Wiccan charities.  No reports from any Pagan charities.  It got me thinking. Why are most of the selfless givers in the world Christians?

While far from being a pillar of the local Christian community in my little burg, I am a Christian.  In all it's permutations, Catholic, Methodist, Anglican, Nazarene, Baptist, Assembly of God, etc., charity for the least among others is a common thread.  To me that quality stands in stark contrast to the narcissim of atheism, or the jihadism of Islam.  When we hear of an Islamic charity,  it' usually a front for a fund-raising or fund -channelling shadow group advocating terrorism.  I know one thing for sure, they ain't in Haiti. 

A couple thoughts:   These Christian groups are on the ground sacrificing, giving themselves for others, 365 days a year.  It makes me proud to be a Christian.  But, in my little world, too often I don't step back and look at the plight of mankind as being universal.  I just spent $171.52 at the grocery store and whipped up a nice dinner.  I'm sitting in an electrified home with running water.  My cat, The Little Bitch, is living better than the folks in Haiti right now.  And those folks include the Christian missionaries and charities. 

I've been pouting alot lately about the economic downturn, corrupt politicians, how bad my business is going, woe is me. Actually, I'm a lucky sonofabitch.  Lucky my little tin shelter didn't just disappear along with the lives of many of my countrymen.  I'm lucky to be sitting here with a full belly playing on this computer.  I'm lucky that God gave me a conscience.  We are all lucky to be part of this big bloggity community.

It would feel pretty good to get involved with something to help the situation down there.  Any ideas?

The Little Bitch

 

Furball;  Hairy mass with indistinguishable features.

Bendy; Flexible like a 12 16 year old Chinese gymnast.

Piksher Taker Wannabe

Molten Orbs

And Liquid Gold

Nekkid Emperors

The political left is lockstep behind Harry Reid. A little thing like a racist comment isn't enough to jettison the throttleman on the hope and change express.  Hypocrisy on a grand scale.  This is the perfect example of racism as political tool instead of opposing all racism as immoral.  It's exactly what I was talking about a couple days ago.

 To the far left, including old school black leadership.  Reid is a 5 dollar whore.  After all, they have "needs" ......and stuff.  They find themselves needing Reid to get this Healthcare deal done before the State of the Union address.  But after ol' Harry gets thrown out of the whorehouse come November, then he will be a racist bastard.

 It's not uncommon to get a little pukey taste bubbling up when french kissing a 5 dollar whore and I bet the Appeaser in Chief, Obama, did a little spittin' once the cameras were off.

What To Carry?

Because the hammer sticks too far out of my pocket.

You're In the Army Now.

My nephew will be shipping out to United States Army basic training in less than a week. He was here visiting over the holidays and at his request I was directed to go listen to a certain song on the puter.  It was rap. Hip Hop Sludge as I call it..  I immediately clicked over to this, and told him to get used to listening to some real music.. When he heard it, I couldn't tell if the look in his eye was pride or fear.  Exactly my emotions about him enlisting.

p.s. cuts 3 and 10 are my favs.