Let’s stop being jerks, and see the abundant goodness in people.
Let’s lay down our swords and shields. Every slight doesn’t have to be matched. Everyone different isn’t stupid or evil. Let’s form opinions from facts, and work for our beliefs with diplomacy. Let’s be kind, even when there seems zero payback. In the end, we’re empowered by the good we do. Let’s do better.
goodness surrounds you.
So much is subtle, so much understated.
Let your heart be keen to mercy
and you’ll hear its call, in flight, above rough seas.
Put your money on black, or put your money on red. Some say it’s chance, some say fate. Whatever it is, make sure you’re in the game.
With the 2017 August Post Card Poetry Festival concluded, I’m nostalgic for last year’s work. Here are 2016’s poems and their post cards… consider it an August in review. If you missed this year’s fest and would like a postcard, let me know. I’ll send one and it doesn’t even need to be August…
How’d you get so lucky?
Your desires were a tall stack of chips
that got played
till your pockets were empty
So good to know
you were in the game all along
and not marching by
weighed down with fists
full of plastic
It is coincidental that today’s postcard is next in line… that being said, I ask you to consider these questions: What will it take for our representatives in Washington to tighten up the gun control laws and make military-style weapons illegal? At what point does an individual’s right to bear arms infringe upon the rights of their neighbors to live in safety and freedom?
I’ve lost plenty of people that I’ve known and loved… and folks, like Tom Petty, whom I’ve loved and wished I’d known. In the heartbreak of loss, I think… yeah- Dad, my darling Marty, Tom Petty… you’re somewhere waiting. It makes that big unknown less terrifying.