Party Time
When you think you are impressing someone you are usually having
the opposite effect. When you impress someone favorably,
if you ever do, it’s when you are unaware of being watched.
rlkilgore
The music you hear is from songs I have written (which no one wants to sing).
I would appreciate your leaving a comment on what I can do to improve my blog. Thanks
Ron | 
Poems, death, happiness, immortality, nature poetry, personal poetry, poetry about age | 
February 26, 2010 @ 9:56 pm| 
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You, leaf, lying wilted and wasted,
You, blissful child, too soon taken
From a life you never tasted.
What ignoble fate of essence
Unrequested and sorely rewarded,
Clothing your host in springtime’s attire,
Humming in concert to laud the caress
Of summer’s light breath, balmy and warm,
Howling to protest the blustery storm.
But was your voice heard?
Would the same melodious song
Sound just as sweet with one less soul
In a chorus one hundred strong?
Resplendent in your autumn finery,
So ruefully shed. Another will come
In your stead. And to what end?
May Heaven hold a place for you,
My friend.
rlkilgore
Although on Friday Night Live, I don’t believe Al Franken has humor. He has sarcasm and derision which some consider humorous if the comments fit their political views.
The Republicans are not the party of “No”. The party out of power is the party of “No”.
rlkilgore
Vibrant rays of sun rain down,
Splash and cover all around -
Resplendent colors, yellow, green
Of crocuses and mown grass sheen.
Ah! Spring too long delayed beckons,
Calling with promise of warmth’s delight.
Oh, No! Was there ever
Fraud more blatant, deceit less latent
As this haughty Northern Breeze
Denying Winter’s demise
And chasing me back inside
To find my jacket?
rlkilgore
Ron | Opinion, Poems, death, immortality, poetry about age | January 3, 2010 @ 2:02 pm| No Comments »In the span of eternity,
Sixty seconds, sixty years,
Mere specks of no consequence
But to those so fortunate
As to perceive their own demise.
Inconvenient downpour interrupts
Play of the little fellow sitting
On the floor, pouting because
The swing outside hangs slack.
He sees through eyes of the moment,
Not knowing somewhere sits
Another boy whose father works
In the store where the handy man
Buys groceries with money
He earns mowing our lawn
Nourished by the rain.
rlkilgore
Freedom of religion was envisioned by our forefathers to be the allowance of worship of God as presented in the Bible by whatever means a person wished. When they said “separation of church and state” they wanted to ensure the government did not dictate the manner in which that God was worshipped. However, it is obvious they wanted the inclusion of a “Biblical God” in government by their frequent references to God in the founding documents. Other religions in America and Europe at that time were of such small measure to be of little consequence. I doubt any of those men dreamed of what was to come.
First, the atheists. Atheism is a sort of religion. As in Christianity and Judaism where there is a belief by faith that there is a God, the atheists believe by faith that there is no God. Both beliefs are by faith because neither can be proved. Atheists were not new to our forefathers but the voice they have today, aided by a liberal judicial system, would astound George Washington and his colleagues. The strict interpretation of the separation of church and state being applied to our institutions and lives today will serve to weaken the core “Judeo-Christian” values on which our country was built. References to God are being stricken from our government buildings and public schools, and the traditional institution of marriage between a man and woman is being assaulted (it would be simple enough for gays to have a civil union recognized by law to serve their needs). These changes are being pressed by vocal minorities with special self-interests not in keeping with the welfare of our nation.
However, the main threat to our doctrine (and Law) of freedom of religion is the growing presence of the Islamic religion in the United States (and the world). This is a religion centered around the God of the Koran which has its own laws and dictates. The problem comes when Islamic peoples place their religious laws above those of our government. Their allegiances are to Islam and not America.
Our free society allows Muslims to live in America and some openly express their contempt for us and their desire to destroy our country. We cannot know what is in the mind of one so that brings into question the thoughts of all. These Muslims are protected by our laws now, but how long will the American people allow the protection to continue? Herein lies the coming breech in our beloved Freedom of Religion.
Ron | Poems, immortality, nature poetry, personal poetry, poetry about age | October 20, 2009 @ 10:01 pm| No Comments »We were best of friends, you and I.
Preoccupied, self-absorbed, I failed
To notice your insidious betrayal.
Oh, Sweet Time, what have I
Done to deserve your treachery?
You have stolen from me and
So continue. You took my youth,
And now want my vigor, leaving
Desperate yearnings. You have
Abandoned me adrift on a river
With a precipice approaching
Where I cannot see the edge
But I can hear the roar.
1. A famous philosopher, Immanuel Kant, as an aside said, “Poetry without rhyme is prose gone mad”. I think poetry without rhyme is cheating, taking the easy way out. I cheat more than I would like. Maybe this form of writing should have its own name, something like “Prosery”.
2. The chance of an original thought in writing, one which has not been voiced before, is remote. About the best we can hope to do is phrase it in a different way.
3. I believe rhyme in poetry is like sugar in coffee which leaves a sweetness lingering on the tongue.
4. A poem is the mood and feeling of a moment, not of a life.
5. There is a difference between seeking critical reviews and fishing for compliments. Your writings should be found and appreciated, or not, as the reader is inclined. The other option is that they never be found at all.
6. Writing allows you to discuss with yourself, uninterrupted, matters which are difficult to discuss with others.
Tall and slender,
In white pants
Sprinkled with sequins
That sparkled without gaudiness,
And a top to match,
She moved with her partner
To the parquet
In front of the band.
Black, cropped hair
Accentuated the white ensemble,
She passed under the arm
Of her partner.
Then swayed in time
With the rhythm.
The music began pounding, pulsing
And she danced -
Oh, how she danced!
No spotlight was needed
For she radiated.
Others served merely as bit players,
Supporting cast for the diva.
Her back upright and straight,
A music box ballerina,
Chin up-tilted in
aloofness and confidence,
Lower back arched
To emphasize buttocks,
An arm freed
Of her partner stretched
In graceful extension,
Wrist flexed
To extended fingers,
Held in place a moment
For our appreciation,
Then withdrawn
In sweeping movement
To flow into continuous motion
Of turns and postures,
Performed by her svelte figure
With hips and legs and arms and shoulders -
Harmonized beauty -
This Lady in White.
We knew, in comparison, we would appear
As plowboys plodding with bare feet
So we sat, intimidated.
rlkilgore@chartertn.net
Those who play golf will understand these items. If you don’t play you need to start so you will be in the loop.
1. A bad read cannot be overcome with a good putt. Only a bad putt can overcome a bad read.
2. Most golfers think they are a good putter having a bad day. How many times do you hear someone say, “I can’t make anything today!”? The fact is they couldn’t make anything yesterday or the day before or last year.
3. When a good shot occurs for us we think it is well deserved good fortune.
When it occurs for our opponent we think it is blind dumb luck.
4. Giving golf lessons all day must be the equivalent of a psychiatrist’s listening to people’s problems all day.
5. I have never understood, on the first tee, the hypocrisy of wishing your opponent good luck.
6. I don’t understand how someone can derive pleasure from winning with strokes from his handicap. If Carl Lewis gives you enough headstart you can beat him in the 100 meter dash. What does that prove?
7. Other golfers truly care that you four-putted the third green. They are glad you did.
8. Making excuses for the way you are playing doesn’t make anyone think you are a better golfer.
Ron | Opinion, Poems, death, happiness, immortality, personal comment, religion | September 29, 2009 @ 10:53 pm| No Comments »Talking about oneself rivals baseball as the nation’s pastime. Much of poetry is a prime example. If “I” and “me” were removed from vocabulary, many would have difficulty speaking.
A child is given birth by the parents and has nothing to give in return except love. An obedient, loving child is a joy. A disobedient, disrespectful child to the obliging parents ranges from disappointment to burden to curse.
Perhaps life on earth is Heaven and Hell, the reward or punishment side by side. Perhaps life on earth is only Heaven (or only Hell). Most likely it is neither.
Jesus told his disciples,”………..do this in remembrance of me.” because he understood that was the ultimate they could do for him after his death. Remembrance of those we love after they are gone, and perpetuating that memory in future generations, is the ultimate gift we can give them.
Life is a chess match and time is our opponent.
I have observed, with a few exceptions, the less hair a man has on the top of his head the more he wants in other places.
The savior of religions is that they are able to take any thought or event and twist it to their own ends.
The main difference between standing in the shower and the rain is that rain doesn’t come in the right temperature.
Each man has more than one life, some he lived before and one where he straddles the line between then and to be.
I always wanted to be recognized for my looks. I didn’t know it would come in the form of a senior citizen’s discount.
I discovered today mayonnaise doesn’t readily spread on a slice of tomato.
Have you noticed how dogs like to smell of each others rear ends but they don’t like for us to blow in their faces?
If we truly believe Heaven is as we say then why do we take medicines and treatments to avoid it and why do we punish murderers for sending us there?
I wonder who started the rumor Barack Obama is smart.
Capitalism is built on the backs of laborers and the laborers are better off for it.
The flaw of socialism - if the pie is divided equally no one will bake the pie.
The rich man may have more idle time but his air conditioner isn’t any cooler or his bed any softer.
The Republicans are not the party of “No”. The party out of power is the party of “No”.
Prayer seems akin to having an imaginary friend. There is nothing wrong with having someone to talk to, someone who will listen without interrupting. The veracity of the deity is not as important as the strength of faith. Faith is the reality.
Uproarious laughter filled our lovely party,
An ongoing din with no discernible source
Except one’s own voice. The dance was crowded
With like kind souls who, feeling the beat, twirled
In unison while wings of time seemed furled.
Faces changed, their passing hardly noticed.
A fortunate, chosen few flaunted their gifts
And unearned beauty on a gilded stage
Surrounded by the rest who, unsung,
joined in refrain, “The night still is young”.
A chair, left like a door ajar before
A solitary empty plate and crumpled
Napkin coarsely tossed, in memorial
Stands, a lonesome cemetery stone
For one who was, in the end, alone.
And the dance goes on.
My wife actually said this……
My wife refuses to go to bed without
having on her nightgown. She says it makes
her feel less vulnerable, more protected.
She says if some men break into our house
and kill me, they will then look at her and say,
“Leave her alone, she has on a nightgown.
Let’s go next door. Maybe the lady there
will be bare butt naked”.
Ron | Opinion, Poems, love poetry, personal comment, personal poetry | September 19, 2009 @ 10:00 am| No Comments »
For some tomorrow is a distant thunder
Whose storm they cannot see,
For some tomorrow is a candy store
Whose shelves may be empty.
Some in a life will never know
The taste of a lingering kiss,
The brush of fingers across their cheek,
A moment such as this.
rlkilgore
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