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Where is my world going? As I watch the traditions disappear, honorable things turn to dishonor. It scares me.   The economy is collasping,  everything is being re-defined.   Racism has increased, not decreased.    Truth is suppressed. (Reference EPA suppressing the Global warming data.)  We’re become what we were never supposed to be.  Freedom has died in a vote – cheered and rallied.   As it was said in the Star Wars Movie.  Freedom has died among thunderous applause!

First week in office

focus riding on others,

taking a sea trip out of country.

 

So, the rhetoric was real,

so the words mean something.

 

What is brewing,

what we are drinking-

a mix of brimstone-

(Careful where I go.)

and sulfur.

 

Consequences.

Yes,  cloven and clear.

 

Dave

All citizens

are asked to revel in the King 

at his pleasure.

 

At times,

the King seems distant

but walking to the microphone

he proclaims viglance

power and might,

 

Our money is his

our calendars, children

and lives – his

and joys of life?

gone,

 

the state makes decisions

owns the property and 

ways,

what a relief

not to have that burden

hanging over us 

these past years!

 

We serve to his advice

his pleasure yes at least

to his longevity,

 

And count the days

to his rule begins.

 

 

20 Dec 08

Dave

Flash,

a nightfall fierce winds beset us

rivers rose across states

bridges collaspe

people fall beneath mainstreet

washed away.

 

Snow obscures detail 

to defeafness,

men debate jobs,

and victory in votes

means little.

Change?

food in their hands

would be change

warmth not weapons

would be change,

A Seine free,

a rio released,

million pregnant women

left to birth.

 

that would be change.

 

20 Dec 08

Dave

Let it go,

Two AM,

Let it go,

house changing

light

darkness

view changes.

a daily “bring to me”

yes,

I remember.

 

But wait,

direction means

hardness

hardness

is wrong

we must not

be wrong.

so not growing

not hard

a soft

snowy

wet

soggy

frameless.

 

 

Dave Barber

18 Dec 08

I’ve seen them.

Introduce silver into twisted parts

ribbons and bows

into love-

there’s little philosophy to this act.

Just a bit of beauty over the moon.

A partial shady spot.

 

I’ve watched them

fashion neurotic symbalance

to style.

Somehow the hours are easy

silence and closure.

 

It hasn’t been my turn,

to flutter around

fix my look, curl, fashion, fix

into some happy moment-

as if joy was a ring to put on,

a clod of dirt to turn over

and plant under –

Yes, water, sow, and dream of fields

– horse and rider alike!

 

If it was more complicated,

wouldn’t we have figured it out?

not a heart’s eye problem,

or soul survey,

but a flesh that lifts itself

into a place above.

 

Dave Barber

15 December 2008

Not seeing tone

color, slant,

 

Not seeing group

but ability,

freedom

as a core,

 

not a covering later

safety as belief

not add-on.

 

Rule values

small town,

effective

 

But not control

freedom-

there, I said it.

 

Not for sale.

 

 

Dave Barber

15 December 2008

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