Empty
by Ted L Glines
Empty places ache
“fill me” anguish cries aloud
satan hugs you now
arms of soul outstretched
grasping offered solace bliss
falling into hell
flaming pits of pain
gaping emptiness is filled
too late for jesus.
Unity Prayer
by Ted L Glines
Buddha was a poor man,
He never wished for his beliefs
To ever be construed
As power structures
Full of chanting,
With collection-plates renewed.
Had Jesus ever dreamed
The way His selfless
Love and healing
Would be lost and replaced
By a monumental cashcow,
He would have hit the ceiling!
His loving words
So oft' converted and perverted,
Belie His finest hour,
Lost in the maelstrom
Of someone else's
Money-driven lust for power.
Beliefs such as these
(like yours)
Were never meant to be empowered
In Tokyo or Rome.
It's only in our hearts
Can we ever make them flower,
Or ever bring them home.
By loving one another
We empower our Selves
In our heart's "bank" deposits,
And seeing this will bring
Our sisters and brothers
Out of their dark closets.
Age-old fears and hurts
Will keep the blinders on
Until we chase them away;
No one's ever gonna force
The closet-pagan to come out
And share the light of day.
Let us pray a prayer
In perfect love
And perfect trust,
To heal our damaged world
And heal our fearful Selves;
Do this now -- we must.
Do this with compassion,
Do this with one voice,
And do this with the knowledge
That we really have no choice.
Blessed Be
Author's Notes: I believe that there is only one way for all the world hatefulness to end; to be buried in love. And it's not just "them;" it's everybody. So, who's gonna start the ball rolling? Well, if there is anything that I have learned, it is this: When you are looking for a volunteer, you should first look in the mirror.
"I think that people want peace so much that one of these days government had better get out of their way and let them have it."
Bio quote: Dwight D. Eisenhower
Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
Amnesiac Memoirs
started out to be simply an online chapbook
containing my own poor works,
(a vanity trip)
but within the first month it began
to blossom into something far more worthwhile.
Look at the NavBar and you will see
names of very special authors.
Please visit their pages,
for you will appreciate them
as much as I do!
Poets
by Ted L Glines
The sword of a poet is a mighty obsession
to right the wrongs which are done by oppression
and to heal those hurts which tear us apart;
you can count on truth when it comes from the heart.
And it's not for money -- there's no cash in it,
but if there's a fight, they're out to win it.
Whether dueling for Gaia or saving the whales,
look for a lesson in poet's tales.
These ladies and men full of rhythm and rhyme,
they cut to the chase -- tell the truth every time,
stunning your mind with a sparkling phrase,
waking you up with the ruckus they raise.
Author's Notes: Way back in the 1960s, activist poets in The Village Voice and college publications were in the forefront of the fight for racial equal rights in America, and things like freedom of speech. Now, all these decades later, our hottest poets are working on animal rights and environmental issues and pushing the envelope for recognition of those from “different” cultures. We are bards and we sing the world to those who live in boxes. I guess you could say that activist poets like a good fight and they/we intend to win.
Solution
by Ted L Glines
"Houston, we have a problem," gotta do something now,
it's about those guys with unzipped flies, doing all that Hell allows,
it's about the fools, libido high, acting like steroid rabbits,
we gotta do something, do it now, to quell their alpha habits.
No more priests with little boys, don't need that kind of Mass,
down with doctors "playing doctor" with patients under gas.
And for those fellows on a date, who force and have their way,
we have a little message here, a warning on their play:
When a guy wants sex, and can't get some, he thinks that he can rob it,
which makes me think we have a job for dear old Mrs. Bobbitt,
just whack it off, whack it now, and let us be real clear,
without that alpha tool to use, there's no more problem here.
Let him go to Sweden, get close to his feminine side,
and see what it's like to be abused and lose his alpha pride.
So, from this nasty problem, an answer has evolved,
let's key the mike and say real quick, "Houston, it is solved!"
Author's Notes: Little bit of "tongue in cheek" here, as well as a dash of wishful thinking. One does become tired of the "boys will be boys" attitude exhibited by the "Good Ole Boys" running our judicial system. And one does wish it was the macho alpha males who were so victimized for a change, instead of females and children.
End of Times
by Ted L Glines
There is a rock
a really really big rock
('bout the size of California)
swinging toward us
from out of the stars
and on its present course
it is predicted to impact
the earth
in a few years
and when it does
life on earth will cease
and this rock
this really really big rock
has not been named
so I will name it
"The End of Times"
which should make
many people happy
really really happy
and what pleases them
just tickles me
plumb silly
Lake Mills at Glines Canyon Dam
Ran across this by accident on the Google browser
while "googling" my family name. I had never heard
of the dam before. It is scheduled for removal because
it was built without the required fish spillway
and the result was almost the extinction of
that river's salmon population.
My folks got kicked outta France
for being Protestants
... so ...
why would they get it right
when building a dam?
Purpose
by Ted L Glines
Ya'll need to have
a purpose in life
for life with no purpose
is meaningless strife
with no validation
no chance for elation
just long approbation
and endless frustration
as a very young man
with everything pending
I saw there were folks
who asked for offending
ever ready to take offense
never accepting recompense
(playing “poor me” seems dreadfully dense)
never showing a lick of sense
ah ha, said I
seeing my chance
I'll spend my life
putting ants in their pants
so from that day to this
my life has been bliss
poking frownies who hiss
(so many frownies, so little time
making them mad with innocent rhyme)
it's my job, my purpose, I wouldn't miss
my chance to offend - (even with this?)
and I can tell it's working ... says the clown
I stand on my head to watch people frown
and a frown is a smile from upside-down!
RolePlayer
by Ted L Glines
Poet's pen will never miss,
it's all good
and understood,
making sense of all of this!
Let's go out and rob someone,
there's a store
why be poor,
robbing folks is lots of fun!
Tune in now and watch the news,
spin the story
make it gory,
teach you how to warp your views!
Dash away and catch a crook,
badges flashing
pistols crashing,
scare them to obey the book!
Preaching tales of Heaven's Gate,
save those sinners
guilty winners,
fill that ole collection plate!
Ending life in suicide,
soul undressed
so depressed,
it's all better when you've died!
Your persona picks a masque,
play your part
with style and art,
being "real" is all we ask!
Sold
by Ted L Glines
One room left -- jacuzzi suite,
almost sold out -- ain't that neat?
Long night ahead -- nothing to do
unless I sell that room to you.
"Delta Skymiles" on TV,
ads to bore us -- you and me,
a TV voice for company,
actors talking -- melody.
Lady wants that suite reserved
but it must be first come -- first served,
she's a half an hour away,
room goes to the first to pay.
It was expensive -- now it's higher,
our market driven by the buyer,
one hundred and thirty -- tax on top, a full-house night -- no time to shop.
Lady got here -- surprising me,
grabbed the room -- paid the fee,
one hundred forty-six and ninety,
I smiled at her -- said "nighty nighty."
What's the pitch -- why the need
to pay that price and fill our greed, Best Western norm -- Ritz Carlton price,
commerce has no room for "nice."
The house is full -- conveniently,
up goes the sign -- "No Vacancy,"
the doors are locked -- I am alone
but for the ringing of the phone.
Maybe Patty will wake and call
and cheer my night with "How're ya'll?"
She does not really talk like that
but nights are jolly when we chat.
Till then -- I'm bored almost to tears,
seems like dawn will come in years,
long night ahead -- nothing to do
because I sold that room to you.
Author's Notes: So, why would this mousey little housewife-looking lady be willing to fork out $130 plus tax for a jacuzzi suite in a minimum-service Best Western out in the middle of nowhere? And why would this mousey little housewife-looking lady have a fat roll of $100 bills? We will let our imaginations play with that one. Oh, and Patty did call, so the night was jolly after all.
