It is so refreshing to hear the truth from a real American loving citizen! Keep telling it my friend and fellow patriot! God bless you and yours!
MrJimmOctober 9, 2017, 6:32 PM
Good commentary, but it falls short in one very major way. Trump doesn’t plan out the logistics for a last-minute trip to Vegas, and neither would Hillary have to. He or she would simply call their chief-of-staff and say, I’m going to Vegas, and an army of advance men and secret service would be there as quickly as they could get there. And his or her schedule for the next day or two would be frantically rearranged by a team of secretaries.
The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God’s last Put out the light was spoken.
— Robert Frost
The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
ARTIST: CASEY KLAHN
Song of Myself
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
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The shattered water made a misty din.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
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Bravo! Essential truths, comprehensive presentation, easy to understand.
An American to the marrow!
Clarity
It is so refreshing to hear the truth from a real American loving citizen! Keep telling it my friend and fellow patriot! God bless you and yours!
Good commentary, but it falls short in one very major way. Trump doesn’t plan out the logistics for a last-minute trip to Vegas, and neither would Hillary have to. He or she would simply call their chief-of-staff and say, I’m going to Vegas, and an army of advance men and secret service would be there as quickly as they could get there. And his or her schedule for the next day or two would be frantically rearranged by a team of secretaries.