Monday, August 21, 2017

Waves Of A Desert to Tiny Guns 
A man deals with inner reflections 
A detective team deals with a gang of gun runners 


Waves Of A Desert (poem) 

Waves of a desert
Calling me back
With name unfamiliar
I’m taken aback
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I walk down the streets
I served faithfully
Each hunger now fed
Long needs laid to bed
New lights up ahead
Why me
This moment
This dream
-
Look all around
Capture the peace of it
Dance through the breath of it
Wander the length of it
A world well woven
By me
This moment
A dream
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Then wave upon wave
Memories returned
Challenging my eyes
Questioning the whys
Replacing truth with lies
Oh bed
Warm covers
Take me
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Cruel waves upon waves
Tearing the cloth of it
Stripping the mask of it
Denying the ways of it
Riddle’s Raging wrath
Of this
Waking up
To what
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As the madness fell
I wondered just who was I
But a small piece of sand
With little command
For ways still at hand
Nameless
Challenges
Beyond
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Song of a desert
Calling me back
To things long forgotten
Just for a time


A person deals with his feelings in a world changed midst this poem. This is two forms of poetry in one. As the poem goes on, a second voice, a rhyming voice, appears. Both voices are the one person. In the end, resolution. 

With one's partner gone the natural question is: Why am I still here? The future doesn't look as grand and endless as when we gazed into our lover's eyes. Sure, I had mountains of people looking after me. That's more than most people in my situation have. One thing that caught my ears was people saying, "We need you." Now, I realize this was a compliment. Back then, bad feelings sprouted up and roamed around within me. I took the compliment as a reason people were helping me. After all, Arlene and I accomplished so much. There is another issue. Arlene and I accomplished so much. Arlene is now gone. Can dreams be created without her? Why am I still here? Can life go on without her? Then there was the final statement. Life had given me so much. I needed to serve for all of the blessings that I enjoy(ed). (Not to get too religious; I feel it my duty to serve.) All these things (and more) were bouncing around inside of me. Then I began to see. To see the things Arlene and I created. Not only our children and our home, but our memories. Memories not only enjoyed by me, but memories other people are building on and enjoying. We did make a difference. Why was I still here? "We need you."

Sometimes it is difficult to see clearly, especially in today's world. Just as an example, let's take the race riot that occurred in Charlottesville. Virginia on August 12, 2017. First we have a number of racist groups, who I personally have problems with and cannot judge them fairly. Then we have an anti racist group. A fight breaks out. There comes this madman, who plows his car into the crowd, killing one young lady. To add to the confusion: the racist group had a permit, the anti racists did not. More: Charlottesville's mayor, Michael Signer, is being accused of holding back police presence. This is not a news article nor meant to be a commentary. It is meant to show how crazy and mixed up things are. To make matters more confusing, the "truth" of the "news" changes depending on our location and source. This is but one example. It happens all around us now-a-days. These are real facts. Imagine the things going on in our mid. Yet,,, We are still, and above all, heading toward the better day. Why? How? Information. It is out there. It is up to us to get it. And get it from more than one source. Many are already doing it. Many who are work on the better day. We are wonderful. As we clearly build with the truth let us Enjoy.


Here's someone who has little problems with the truth: Shaun Hopper "Singing Through The Storm" 

This gives new meaning to guns are a small problems 


According to Guinness World Records, the title of the smallest working revolver in the world goes to the Miniature Revolver C1ST, manufactured by SwissMiniGun. The tiny firearm measures just more than 2 inches and weighs less than 1 ounce. It fires bullets made by SwissMiniGun that are 2.34 mm caliber, rim fire cartridges and come as either blank rounds. 
To show these tiny guns in action here's the gang at Corridor Digital. "TINY GUNS" 


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Brushing the clouds away from my eyes, I see clarity 
in the raindrop and beauty in the first ray of morning sun...
Life is strange and wondrous...
Virginia Alison



28 comments:

  1. Reflection is a good thing although it opens up the door for emotions to rush through, self doubt and lack of interest in things just to name a few. But we should build on the past with the understanding that life is filled with so much more to do daily. The poem is a solemn read, one of self discovery and yearning but also one of hope.

    Greetings to you.

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    1. Very good, my friend.
      Thank you for this wonderful and true life observation. I appreciate the clarity and value it adds

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  2. The future doesn't look as grand and endless
    as when we gazed into our lover's eyes.

    How very true Martin! One gets all mesmerized when seeing each other in person. There is nothing like being close together!

    Hank

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    1. Yes, Hank. There is so much more; something beyond words there. We are inspired.
      Thank you for the inspiration you bring.

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  3. Real facts don't make great headlines, so they have to add the fiction in there to get the viewer to stop and stare. Ratings.

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    1. Spoken as one with eyes open. You are obviously one of those "many" I alluded to.
      Thank you for all you do.

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  4. I think for the journey after a parting you cannot (and should not) prepare. I love the way that friends can help you find a new purpose...

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    1. Thank you, Bjorn. For my part, you are right.
      I appreciate your thoughts.

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  5. What a beautiful poem, I'm glad you had so many people who cared in your life.

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  6. only experience can inspire such a tempestuous read! very well written.

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    1. Thank you for saying so, Janet
      and thank you for your inspiration.

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  7. Sometimes being needed can feel like a burden - but you are right it is a compliment. I am glad that you had the support you needed, and can only assume that it was fuelled by people 'returning the compliment'.

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    1. You are right. In time I saw more clearly.
      Thank you for all the kindness that comes from you.

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  8. Today, there is chaos as no one knows what to believe. What is real news and what is fake news? It does depend on the source. News should report the news, but it has become more of an editorial. Does that make sense? I think the best solution is education on the "real" issues.

    Your poem is beautiful and I can tell it came from the heart. You are a good person Martin, you see clearly and with a purpose. Hold on to your dreams for in those dreams are breaths of life.

    peace & love...

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    1. I'm glad you stopped by. You are right about the News. Please, take in a number of different sources.
      Thank you for the warm kindness of your words.
      Dream on...

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  9. I really loved this poem So beautiful I am happy about the support you received in such a difficult time and that people already saw your strength Great you found your mission We need more people like you to step by step make this world a better place

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    1. Thank you for this refreshing flood of kind words.
      I am certain you do your part for the brighter morning,

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  10. Chaos is so bad now its casueig more confusion. I still believe there are more good in the world than bad. The good news is never shared as the world seems to thrive on drama.
    Lisa

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    1. "More good in the world" is my experience too. Ever gone to see a movie where only good things happen?
      Thank you, Lisa, for all the good you spread.

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  11. A perfect depiction of the dream versus despair, when the parameters of our lives alter, results in us questioning everything and everyone, a time when it feels the ground of which we stand has changed and we don't know whether we can trust it or should learn to fly......

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    1. Thank you. I immensely like your insightful thoughts on this poem. Thank you.
      You hit it with "can trust it or should learn to fly..."

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  12. This got me wondering about the difference between desert sand and water waves. Both are caused by wind, but what is waving is different. And then there are memories which do seem to wave as well through remembering and forgetting.

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    1. ...or when memories are altered. What waving is different indeed. Can we not also drown in the desert sands?
      Thank you for your kind support.

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  13. Riddle’s Raging wrath
    Of this
    Waking up
    To what... liked that... the despair which prefers sleep and dreams to reality.

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    1. Wonderfully put.
      Thank you for this valuable visit.

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    1. Thank you, Rosemary. With your visit, I have.

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