Circle Of Life
Joined hand and hip, an unbroken circle of life
Dances around the fire pit, in an endless chain
Pressing forever forward seeking the unknown,
Accepting bits and pieces, building knowledge.
The human race is caught up in fervent prayer
To myriads of deities seeking : grander cathedrals,
Higher mountain top monasteries, ornate robes,
Gold leafed hymnals, silver chalices, sweeter wine.
Forests and savannas, seek not, accepts life's terms :
Birth, struggle, growth, unfolding, reaching life's end.
The Circle realizes all life prospers to its potential
Half Life, then degrading becomes the spiraling down.
Even icons of faith's founding pillars never reached
Their nirvana of Half Life. Grossly cut down while
Still in unfolding periods, their rabid faithful anoint
Their lost presence through images ever expanding.
Images were designed to press an emotional response
Bypassing Man's innate desire to think. Thinking, he
Gains wisdom drawing him away from a blind faith.
Reading from The Book Of Life he found necessity.
For millions of years upright Man processed through
The cycle of life creating The Circle surrounding us.
Those who sought power needed shackles to control
Ignorant masses. Image based faith their answer.
Though still popular today, faith, continues to lose
Its underpinning as more people gain fruitful wisdom,
Which draws them into reading The Book Of Life,
While they join hand and hip expanding the Circle.
Ronald C. Downie
Friday, March 8, 2013
Thursday, March 7, 2013
It All Depends
It All Depends
It all depends upon, Henny Penny's sky falling,
And Jacques Cousteau's blue oceans swelling ;
Depends upon, The Rolling Stones' songs playing,
Guardian Angles' protection finds safety amazing ;
Upon, John Updike past his Endpoint, again rising,
Evan Brandt penning each story his Dad's not writing;
The Mercury attending to the poor's needs unending,
And leaders in Washington their ignorance extending;
It all depends upon, the morning sun clearly rising
In a dedicated arc across our sky its energy giving;
Depends upon, grandsons picking up batons dropping,
Left over from attempts to keep live music rocking;
Upon, the fingers at their instruments still plucking,
Viewing the World from a lens in need of adjusting;
Within you, trees feel at ease, grasslands swaying,
Gardens seek your pleasure, soil rich for playing.
Ronald C. Downie
It all depends upon, Henny Penny's sky falling,
And Jacques Cousteau's blue oceans swelling ;
Depends upon, The Rolling Stones' songs playing,
Guardian Angles' protection finds safety amazing ;
Upon, John Updike past his Endpoint, again rising,
Evan Brandt penning each story his Dad's not writing;
The Mercury attending to the poor's needs unending,
And leaders in Washington their ignorance extending;
It all depends upon, the morning sun clearly rising
In a dedicated arc across our sky its energy giving;
Depends upon, grandsons picking up batons dropping,
Left over from attempts to keep live music rocking;
Upon, the fingers at their instruments still plucking,
Viewing the World from a lens in need of adjusting;
Within you, trees feel at ease, grasslands swaying,
Gardens seek your pleasure, soil rich for playing.
Ronald C. Downie
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Samuel 1-17, David and Goliath
Samuel 1-17, David and Goliath
The biblical David was considered a normal young teenager of average build about 120 pounds between 4 and 5 feet tall. Picture him opposite Goliath, the huge giant reported at 9 foot 6 inches tall, though some place him more closely to just below 7 feet. Their battle was to be short and sweet, one quick thrust of Goliath's sword was to be the fight over. But David was proficient with a slingshot and before a real fight began, whop, a stone between Goliath's eyes put him down and he was finished off with his own sword. His severed head was David's trophy.
Even with my taking liberties, it's a good story, as many from The Bible are. Too big to fail is not an absolute.
Take today, the super rich along with their forever powerful corporations seem invincible to the mass of common folk. Every want imaginable is realized by the rich to be just a call away, though their trophy wouldn't be of biblical nature. More and more they become cloistered, hidden behind walls of gated communities, on their yachts, or in the pleasure spaces created on their behalf at our planet's most unique geographic crossroads. The haves, like Goliath thought he was entitled to, feel secure in their excesses. They have bought and paid for a political party to do their bidding and, even with that muscle, most observers hear a creaking, like thick spring ice beginning to break up.
Too big or too powerful to fail is only a perception in the mind's of these old and new moneyed families.
When the mass of the undervalued awaken and start to realize the swing of humanity toward equality of opportunity for each and every living person, they will tilt the scale of reason in all communities throughout our nation and the World. Their sound, when finally unleashed, will deafen the World with a sound of boots on the ground marching in unison toward elimination of poverty, wiping out hunger, putting education on a pedestal, and creating an atmosphere of meaningful work for everyone.
This 21st Century is on the verge of evolving a new economic paradigm to combat the hiccups we are seeing now at the sunset of Capitalism. In its infancy, not yet ready to crawl before it walks, the equity of capital formation from work has to be reconstituted in relation to the new Century. Just as capital and its workings were retooled after the Great Depression of the 30s; so to, the 21st Century downturn of 2007/08 has shown new policies must be organized for the World to survive economically. Reorganization is far more palatable than insurrection. The first is positive, controllable ; the second is unknown, maybe the death knell of the human race, something similar to a "War Of The Worlds" of fiction's lure.
Goliath was a very formidable figure free of fears and treated as Godlike; the rich have taken a similar stance about themselves, fearless and hoped to be worshiped. The era of false Gods has reached the end of the line either with your help or without.
Ronald C. Downie
The biblical David was considered a normal young teenager of average build about 120 pounds between 4 and 5 feet tall. Picture him opposite Goliath, the huge giant reported at 9 foot 6 inches tall, though some place him more closely to just below 7 feet. Their battle was to be short and sweet, one quick thrust of Goliath's sword was to be the fight over. But David was proficient with a slingshot and before a real fight began, whop, a stone between Goliath's eyes put him down and he was finished off with his own sword. His severed head was David's trophy.
Even with my taking liberties, it's a good story, as many from The Bible are. Too big to fail is not an absolute.
Take today, the super rich along with their forever powerful corporations seem invincible to the mass of common folk. Every want imaginable is realized by the rich to be just a call away, though their trophy wouldn't be of biblical nature. More and more they become cloistered, hidden behind walls of gated communities, on their yachts, or in the pleasure spaces created on their behalf at our planet's most unique geographic crossroads. The haves, like Goliath thought he was entitled to, feel secure in their excesses. They have bought and paid for a political party to do their bidding and, even with that muscle, most observers hear a creaking, like thick spring ice beginning to break up.
Too big or too powerful to fail is only a perception in the mind's of these old and new moneyed families.
When the mass of the undervalued awaken and start to realize the swing of humanity toward equality of opportunity for each and every living person, they will tilt the scale of reason in all communities throughout our nation and the World. Their sound, when finally unleashed, will deafen the World with a sound of boots on the ground marching in unison toward elimination of poverty, wiping out hunger, putting education on a pedestal, and creating an atmosphere of meaningful work for everyone.
This 21st Century is on the verge of evolving a new economic paradigm to combat the hiccups we are seeing now at the sunset of Capitalism. In its infancy, not yet ready to crawl before it walks, the equity of capital formation from work has to be reconstituted in relation to the new Century. Just as capital and its workings were retooled after the Great Depression of the 30s; so to, the 21st Century downturn of 2007/08 has shown new policies must be organized for the World to survive economically. Reorganization is far more palatable than insurrection. The first is positive, controllable ; the second is unknown, maybe the death knell of the human race, something similar to a "War Of The Worlds" of fiction's lure.
Goliath was a very formidable figure free of fears and treated as Godlike; the rich have taken a similar stance about themselves, fearless and hoped to be worshiped. The era of false Gods has reached the end of the line either with your help or without.
Ronald C. Downie
Monday, March 4, 2013
Do Nothing Legislators
Do Nothing Legislators
If your work approval rating stood at 13% would you also seek to flee your work environment and try to leave this image behind you ? What you can't leave behind is their back home constituents who'll need the wool pulled over their eyes again and over again.
Not being good at legislating does not mean they are not good at vacationing from their elected duties. Only a week after coming off a five week vacation our congressmen voted after a week in session to vacation for another five weeks. Tough duty, but if you do your work poorly, it may be best not to be on duty.
You and me and Willie behind the tree are all poorly served by do nothing legislators who vacation excessively because they can't come together to make laws which benefit all of us. Even if our elected legislators can not work for us, we must all work together to replace them with others who may be able to work with each other.
You have to bite the bullet and vote out all inept incumbents, especially, your own congressman. Yes, I believe, sometimes you have to throw out the baby with the bathwater. The locals are the problem since they have honed well their art of honey tongued language which comfortably pulls the wool over our eyes. We do love warm fuzzy blankets but when used, rather than good legislative initiatives, we are being bamboozled. It's hard for congress or any other organization to get a rating much lower than 13%.
Why not join those who believe in "Vote The Bums Out" and pledge to vote out your own incumbent !
Ronald C Downie
If your work approval rating stood at 13% would you also seek to flee your work environment and try to leave this image behind you ? What you can't leave behind is their back home constituents who'll need the wool pulled over their eyes again and over again.
Not being good at legislating does not mean they are not good at vacationing from their elected duties. Only a week after coming off a five week vacation our congressmen voted after a week in session to vacation for another five weeks. Tough duty, but if you do your work poorly, it may be best not to be on duty.
You and me and Willie behind the tree are all poorly served by do nothing legislators who vacation excessively because they can't come together to make laws which benefit all of us. Even if our elected legislators can not work for us, we must all work together to replace them with others who may be able to work with each other.
You have to bite the bullet and vote out all inept incumbents, especially, your own congressman. Yes, I believe, sometimes you have to throw out the baby with the bathwater. The locals are the problem since they have honed well their art of honey tongued language which comfortably pulls the wool over our eyes. We do love warm fuzzy blankets but when used, rather than good legislative initiatives, we are being bamboozled. It's hard for congress or any other organization to get a rating much lower than 13%.
Why not join those who believe in "Vote The Bums Out" and pledge to vote out your own incumbent !
Ronald C Downie
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Cumulus
Cumulus
Cumulus clouds float the blueish high skies,
Drifting on prevailing winds, measureless
In their sweep of the arc of gentle days :
Clouds, birds, flowers, and sunshine's warming ways.
Never still, though silent, wakes to morning's light
Seeking balancing hours of dark to light,
Which comes twice every year in spring then fall,
Days we call - Equinox - twelve hours of each.
Unheard prayer in modern day homage
Sanctifies ancient's worship of equal.
Not, why equal happens, nor how it does;
Our forbears accepted the fact as change.
They learned feeling, feelings unlike cloud's sweep,
The length of days could be felt, then measured.
Rotating while at an angle to the
Sun, the Earth's axis tilts birthing seasons.
After (Ides Of March / Equinox) then Spring,
Summer, Autumn, finally comes Winter.
Their trip impressive, a continuous
Tramp, tramp, tramp across a long twelve month year.
Appreciating beliefs, ancients thought
Gods inspired the passage of seasons.
Planting, growing, harvesting, then resting-
The Cycle Of Life pulsating, alive.
Whether it's inspired by human Gods,
The Cycle is forever in action.
Life accepts pecking orders that exist,
Food chains established in all habitats;
Active or inactive life adjusts needs,
Caloric, plant or animal, forms food.
Pilling up west, fluff on the horizon
Forms a storm front of dark rain laden clouds.
The key of living's the wet in water,
Unlocking cells that will ignite life's spark.
Cumulus clouds transmute their deep spirit,
Vapor ballooning visual shape, God ?
Ronald C. Downie
Cumulus clouds float the blueish high skies,
Drifting on prevailing winds, measureless
In their sweep of the arc of gentle days :
Clouds, birds, flowers, and sunshine's warming ways.
Never still, though silent, wakes to morning's light
Seeking balancing hours of dark to light,
Which comes twice every year in spring then fall,
Days we call - Equinox - twelve hours of each.
Unheard prayer in modern day homage
Sanctifies ancient's worship of equal.
Not, why equal happens, nor how it does;
Our forbears accepted the fact as change.
They learned feeling, feelings unlike cloud's sweep,
The length of days could be felt, then measured.
Rotating while at an angle to the
Sun, the Earth's axis tilts birthing seasons.
After (Ides Of March / Equinox) then Spring,
Summer, Autumn, finally comes Winter.
Their trip impressive, a continuous
Tramp, tramp, tramp across a long twelve month year.
Appreciating beliefs, ancients thought
Gods inspired the passage of seasons.
Planting, growing, harvesting, then resting-
The Cycle Of Life pulsating, alive.
Whether it's inspired by human Gods,
The Cycle is forever in action.
Life accepts pecking orders that exist,
Food chains established in all habitats;
Active or inactive life adjusts needs,
Caloric, plant or animal, forms food.
Pilling up west, fluff on the horizon
Forms a storm front of dark rain laden clouds.
The key of living's the wet in water,
Unlocking cells that will ignite life's spark.
Cumulus clouds transmute their deep spirit,
Vapor ballooning visual shape, God ?
Ronald C. Downie
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Ideals From Ideas
Ideals From Ideas
When, from your basket of dreams you pull out
Thoughts from earlier years which laid out ideas
Not yet realized, sort of detoured, changed route.
Mentally churned many ideas mature into ideals :
Then, as always, years accumulate dimmed decades :
Raising family, building a career, avoiding ill health,
Hopefully attaining stature among piers. Accolades,
Anemic statements, bring neither health nor wealth :
And then, the grandeur of an aging mind brings hope.
Earlier thoughts incubated over many years surface
To format a lifetime of wants, ideals ready to cope.
Now, after winning the battle of time, we save face.
If not from our mental cauldrons where do ideals
Come from ? Ultimate importance churns from ideas.
Ronald C. Downie
When, from your basket of dreams you pull out
Thoughts from earlier years which laid out ideas
Not yet realized, sort of detoured, changed route.
Mentally churned many ideas mature into ideals :
Then, as always, years accumulate dimmed decades :
Raising family, building a career, avoiding ill health,
Hopefully attaining stature among piers. Accolades,
Anemic statements, bring neither health nor wealth :
And then, the grandeur of an aging mind brings hope.
Earlier thoughts incubated over many years surface
To format a lifetime of wants, ideals ready to cope.
Now, after winning the battle of time, we save face.
If not from our mental cauldrons where do ideals
Come from ? Ultimate importance churns from ideas.
Ronald C. Downie
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Wanted
Wanted: Director and a Board of Directors
Citizens for a newly formed organization, The Forrest Gump Foundation, ( if legally allowed) formulated to foster the universal concept of "Stupid Is, As Stupid Does" so eloquently espoused by Forrest Gump played by Tom Hanks of the film of the same name based on the novel of the same name released in 1986 by Winstom Groom.
"Stupid is, as stupid does" is to be awarded to political parties and all politicians who embody the letter and intent of these words.
The board and its director will be responsible to develop its own mission statement and a statement of purpose. Realizing the enormity of potential recipients, citizens volunteering for these positions should be thick skinned and certainly stout of heart.
The Country needs you! Thank you!
Citizens for a newly formed organization, The Forrest Gump Foundation, ( if legally allowed) formulated to foster the universal concept of "Stupid Is, As Stupid Does" so eloquently espoused by Forrest Gump played by Tom Hanks of the film of the same name based on the novel of the same name released in 1986 by Winstom Groom.
"Stupid is, as stupid does" is to be awarded to political parties and all politicians who embody the letter and intent of these words.
The board and its director will be responsible to develop its own mission statement and a statement of purpose. Realizing the enormity of potential recipients, citizens volunteering for these positions should be thick skinned and certainly stout of heart.
The Country needs you! Thank you!
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