Song Tune
The song,
The song of life,
The song of life is played in the key of time.
Seconds tick minutes into hours for days to find,
As weeks couple, bearing months, that years combine
Into passing decades etched forever on the mind.
Friends, in chorus, help harmonize the melody Devine.
But,
But the tune,
The tune is ours,
The tune is ours alone,
But the tune is ours, ours, all alone to find.
Ronald C. Downie
Song Tune, www.thepostedpoet.blogspot.com
Song Tune is my signature poem suggesting time is the greatest regulator of each of our lives, segmenting periods of living at song, culminating finally in our own personal tune. It is the tune, people; really, folks, it's your own tune that makes your life pulsate.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Friday, February 7, 2014
Passions
As Americans, we decide whether or not to live our lives in quiet desperation or live life on the thin edge of emotion. Passions are birthed out of the bubbling cauldron of emotions stocked full during our youth but, through time, diminish from the riggers of aging, as I have experienced, and which I try to describe by the meaning of my words in the following poem.
Passions
Long in years,
when passions pout -
Old's seen change,
heard hymn and shout -
Wondering still,
what life's about -
Fire in the belly,
long turned to gout -
Thin's in,
so we shun the stout -
The long haired poet,
termed a lout -
His poetic wish,
to shout it out -
Wisdom through thought,
to live without -
We are the lesser,
left yet in doubt -
Deep in years,
time when passions pout !
Ronald C.Downie.
As Americans, we decide whether or not to live our lives in quiet desperation or live life on the thin edge of emotion. Passions are birthed out of the bubbling cauldron of emotions stocked full during our youth but, through time, diminish from the riggers of aging, as I have experienced, and which I try to describe by the meaning of my words in the following poem.
Passions
Long in years,
when passions pout -
Old's seen change,
heard hymn and shout -
Wondering still,
what life's about -
Fire in the belly,
long turned to gout -
Thin's in,
so we shun the stout -
The long haired poet,
termed a lout -
His poetic wish,
to shout it out -
Wisdom through thought,
to live without -
We are the lesser,
left yet in doubt -
Deep in years,
time when passions pout !
Ronald C.Downie.
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Electricity
Our electricity providers have coined money over the years by not spending adequate amounts of it on preventing outages. Montgomery County reports 62% of Peco's customers have been negatively affected and many are still without power. I bet, if someone investigates Peco's high level corporate records, they would discover that Peco figured tree trimming efforts should be curtailed to improve the bottom line. Corporations are ultimately in business to make a profit, Peco, it so happens, produces electricity to make its profit.
Being a monopoly granted by government, electricity providers should be required to do more to assure customers that they will not have their power interrupted.
Evaluate this suggestion : Have government require energy providers install home generators for their customers on an "at cost basis". The cost would be legislated to be the lowest possible triggered by large volume purchasing and installed by competitive bids of sub-contractors.
Certainly this is not a universal remedy since most customers couldn't even afford the "at cost basis" charge. But, still, many customers who could take advantage of the opportunity would no longer be subject to the outage problems inherent in the power grid.
As a society we believe that turning on a switch always results in electricity being activated. The cruel fact is, this is becoming a greater fallacy rather than a truism. The enormity of the piecemeal constructed electrical grid makes it subject to failure, think of the brown outs of past years. Within the year in California there was an episode of sabotage which had a possibility of bringing down the entire national electric grid. We are living on a precipice, teetering on its edge, caught without a parachute.
Ronald C. Downie
Our electricity providers have coined money over the years by not spending adequate amounts of it on preventing outages. Montgomery County reports 62% of Peco's customers have been negatively affected and many are still without power. I bet, if someone investigates Peco's high level corporate records, they would discover that Peco figured tree trimming efforts should be curtailed to improve the bottom line. Corporations are ultimately in business to make a profit, Peco, it so happens, produces electricity to make its profit.
Being a monopoly granted by government, electricity providers should be required to do more to assure customers that they will not have their power interrupted.
Evaluate this suggestion : Have government require energy providers install home generators for their customers on an "at cost basis". The cost would be legislated to be the lowest possible triggered by large volume purchasing and installed by competitive bids of sub-contractors.
Certainly this is not a universal remedy since most customers couldn't even afford the "at cost basis" charge. But, still, many customers who could take advantage of the opportunity would no longer be subject to the outage problems inherent in the power grid.
As a society we believe that turning on a switch always results in electricity being activated. The cruel fact is, this is becoming a greater fallacy rather than a truism. The enormity of the piecemeal constructed electrical grid makes it subject to failure, think of the brown outs of past years. Within the year in California there was an episode of sabotage which had a possibility of bringing down the entire national electric grid. We are living on a precipice, teetering on its edge, caught without a parachute.
Ronald C. Downie
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Fire or Ice
Into a World destined for extinction either through fire or ice, I live as all others. We ignore the inevitable.
If by fire, I figure man will have a heavy hand in the outcome as battling powers will unleash their arsenals of nuclear destruction ; if it is to be by ice, then, through eons of time, life will just flitter away by drying up, and flinging its remnants into the universal winds.
Though we were; we will be no more.
Ronald C. Downie
Into a World destined for extinction either through fire or ice, I live as all others. We ignore the inevitable.
If by fire, I figure man will have a heavy hand in the outcome as battling powers will unleash their arsenals of nuclear destruction ; if it is to be by ice, then, through eons of time, life will just flitter away by drying up, and flinging its remnants into the universal winds.
Though we were; we will be no more.
Ronald C. Downie
Sunday, February 2, 2014
This Writer's Dilemma
I'm closely watching my personal weather vane directly across Evans St. from my front window's vantage point. The easterly facing roof of my neighbor's house is my weather vane. This Sunday morning the roof is still half covered in snow but, even with a temperature hovering yet around freezing, the cloud filtered sun is directly hitting the roof and must be causing a heating on its surface greater than the air surrounding it.
A wet two inch snow predicted for tomorrow morning will recalibrate my roof gage. Even now, after lunch, a warming temperature has reduced snow cover to one - quarter or less. By evening it will be reduced even more but, I bet, some remnants of the snow that drifted more heavily will still be visible in the morning.
I write this not because of your need to know; but, because I need to write something, something no one else would probably bother with. Since I'm ambulatory
challenged, where I sit I tend to stay; so when I sit in my parlor chair, if my eyes are open, I'm looking out my front windows. When spring gets here and, if I'm still here, I'll occupy the rocking chair on my front porch and write of spring bulbs, damned squirrels, and emerging flowers.
I leave to others, those who choose not to write thoughts they've developed themselves but, who on Facebook are just satisfied with reposting what another has written, their right to remain silent as if they're muted by some affliction. I'm convinced many more people can, but don't write, because they're afraid of rejection. I write in spite of rejection because, I write for my self satisfaction, something many would call, writing as a hobby.
Ronald C. Downie
I'm closely watching my personal weather vane directly across Evans St. from my front window's vantage point. The easterly facing roof of my neighbor's house is my weather vane. This Sunday morning the roof is still half covered in snow but, even with a temperature hovering yet around freezing, the cloud filtered sun is directly hitting the roof and must be causing a heating on its surface greater than the air surrounding it.
A wet two inch snow predicted for tomorrow morning will recalibrate my roof gage. Even now, after lunch, a warming temperature has reduced snow cover to one - quarter or less. By evening it will be reduced even more but, I bet, some remnants of the snow that drifted more heavily will still be visible in the morning.
I write this not because of your need to know; but, because I need to write something, something no one else would probably bother with. Since I'm ambulatory
challenged, where I sit I tend to stay; so when I sit in my parlor chair, if my eyes are open, I'm looking out my front windows. When spring gets here and, if I'm still here, I'll occupy the rocking chair on my front porch and write of spring bulbs, damned squirrels, and emerging flowers.
I leave to others, those who choose not to write thoughts they've developed themselves but, who on Facebook are just satisfied with reposting what another has written, their right to remain silent as if they're muted by some affliction. I'm convinced many more people can, but don't write, because they're afraid of rejection. I write in spite of rejection because, I write for my self satisfaction, something many would call, writing as a hobby.
Ronald C. Downie
Saturday, February 1, 2014
When Females Find Their Stride
Women may rock and roll as the tide rises and falls with the pull of the moon but, in the future, they may have to become like a tsunami : over powering, wild, making their own waves, and washing over all who gets in their way.
Congressmen are stumbling over themselves trying to see what else they can deny their constituents : now they weigh, heat or eat ; tomorrow, tax the poor or greatly enrich the prosperous.
Within the confines of a ballot box rests the future of womanhood and, with the success of them, lies the future of unabated life on this planet. Until this ultimate goal can be realized, it is our country which needs saving.
I've watched Washington at its worst, presently at a 13% approval rating, and I'm disgusted. Catch a committee hearing and you'll see these dominated by paunchy old white males. These are the law makers deciding women's reproductive rights.
Of course, it was these same entrenched males who has kept America in killing wars, as it seems, forever.
Yes, Ladies, it is your time to change the way things are done in Washington - real change comes through the ballot box - it's up to you.
Ronald C. Downie
Women may rock and roll as the tide rises and falls with the pull of the moon but, in the future, they may have to become like a tsunami : over powering, wild, making their own waves, and washing over all who gets in their way.
Congressmen are stumbling over themselves trying to see what else they can deny their constituents : now they weigh, heat or eat ; tomorrow, tax the poor or greatly enrich the prosperous.
Within the confines of a ballot box rests the future of womanhood and, with the success of them, lies the future of unabated life on this planet. Until this ultimate goal can be realized, it is our country which needs saving.
I've watched Washington at its worst, presently at a 13% approval rating, and I'm disgusted. Catch a committee hearing and you'll see these dominated by paunchy old white males. These are the law makers deciding women's reproductive rights.
Of course, it was these same entrenched males who has kept America in killing wars, as it seems, forever.
Yes, Ladies, it is your time to change the way things are done in Washington - real change comes through the ballot box - it's up to you.
Ronald C. Downie
Women, Grab The Reins
Women may understand their lot in life has stemmed from an ancestry formulated on the proposition of "might makes right", meanwhile the physically mightier male has dominated all aspects of living beginning with the lording over of a dwelling place through the eons of hunting for game to eat. Human history has been one of physical imperialism ?
As do the tides change, so does the evolution of the human species change, not by lunar pull, but by a gradual learning force pressed from trial and error exercising the mind rather than the skeletal body. Now society is adapting to "brains have grabbed the reins". The proper time has come for some women, but others under ignorant subjugation, will have to struggle longer.
The patriarchal bondage has cracked with the genie escaping for many. For those freed, their job is ahead of them, they must secure a no going back policy while helping those yet in bondage to free themselves. As tides never end, so never ending is the struggle for freedom, just look at the never ending battle over race relations here in the cradle of democracy.
The female gender must emulate water, by being of the softest element, but yet, being able to grind down the hardest rock; being the life blood of all living things, but yet, never depleting itself. The Captains of Industry will try to stem women's advance because they fear your new thinking will upset their power dynasty. You may rock and roll as the tide, pulled by the moon, rises and falls, but in the future you may have to become like a tsunami, over powering, wild, making your own waves, washing over all who gets in your way.
Ronald C. Downie
Women may understand their lot in life has stemmed from an ancestry formulated on the proposition of "might makes right", meanwhile the physically mightier male has dominated all aspects of living beginning with the lording over of a dwelling place through the eons of hunting for game to eat. Human history has been one of physical imperialism ?
As do the tides change, so does the evolution of the human species change, not by lunar pull, but by a gradual learning force pressed from trial and error exercising the mind rather than the skeletal body. Now society is adapting to "brains have grabbed the reins". The proper time has come for some women, but others under ignorant subjugation, will have to struggle longer.
The patriarchal bondage has cracked with the genie escaping for many. For those freed, their job is ahead of them, they must secure a no going back policy while helping those yet in bondage to free themselves. As tides never end, so never ending is the struggle for freedom, just look at the never ending battle over race relations here in the cradle of democracy.
The female gender must emulate water, by being of the softest element, but yet, being able to grind down the hardest rock; being the life blood of all living things, but yet, never depleting itself. The Captains of Industry will try to stem women's advance because they fear your new thinking will upset their power dynasty. You may rock and roll as the tide, pulled by the moon, rises and falls, but in the future you may have to become like a tsunami, over powering, wild, making your own waves, washing over all who gets in your way.
Ronald C. Downie
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