This Morning Bright and Fair

039To stop and see

Reader delight of wisdom

In Plains so black, morning

Temperance into singing

I bless this day, remove

My doubt, my day has gone

My sight restored,  my day shall

Arise in this sun, this Sunday

Sing notes of Hymns, receiving

God, every dew stripped August

Frozen blade of Grass, mown for winter

Feed, cattle down my road

Highway 38. Sunshine Grocery

Charges more than our convenience

Store, old Merlin, our owner there,

Says he’ll not retire, constructs

New produce bins to house

His apples crisp and fair, charged

Twice as much as Walmart pink

Ladies, but produce at the discount

Store Sits untouched in open air

 

For days on end, relinquished

Bananas turned black for bread

Instead of Merlins graceful

Fruit, Delmonty, Green Giant

Best Choice; all brands at Merlin’s small

Selection; his store bright, swept

By West Central High School boys

Checked foods by girls young, fair

As apples, they check in modern

Cleanliness, so Marjorie my pearl

Buys her food for weekly consumption

From Merlins Sunday Best

 

While his confidence in young

Residents, ever voting in their age

Grow up without indifferent to Trumps

Latest illegal move to kill freedom

For his desire to exploit farmers;

Our Beauty, National Parks fire ravaged

As he still denounces Global dangers

From Hydrogen bombs in rouge

Nations are undone by China, haste

To dominate my Sunday morning

My church freedoms, my free elections

Which Trump shall fix to bring power

From Russian dominance and set us

Our world asunder, without this wisdom

In the Plains, our sweet spot

Of agriculture which this president.

 

He prepares to buy off farmers

With national debt, Merlin’s Sunshine,

This store may collapse as we gather

With Trogen taxes gone wild in three

To seven years, Trump collects his mad

Power schemes to keep High School

Fair students in a dark classroom

When parents, and neighbors band

Together to strengthen schools with

Teacher pay, equipment to denounce

Korean, Chinese and Russian tyrants

 

My daughter at 29, seeks to undermine

Plans with her Ph.D. in languages

Sought to understand Asian

Japanese, Korean, Chinese

Books, works of literature to translate

So apples at a small grocery, from local

Farmers, soy flour, winter wheat products

Our ability to feed the world, this with

Voting, history books, High School

Students regain dignity, respect of technical

Educations to dispose of this Tyranny

Make strong government at local

Pride; religion, press, speech all free

In rights guaranteed, not Fake News

 

As wacky claims imprisoning those

Political freedoms exercise, to vote

Against immoral codes, behavior stink

Exploiting those of color of our

National graces; I bless this day,

Remove my doubt, my High School

Friends will mature, outguess

Prices fixed prices in Merlin’s store

To buy at General local discounts

Like my father, my friend finally

Getting it, and giving to his great

Grandson, education, dollars to pursue

Knowledge, wisdom, and balloting

For freedom’s ring, as he helped

My daughter; she found her path

Which fights with each publication,

Renouncing Chinese, and Russian

Demands, and world domination

To help two children understand free

Principles, our Bill of Rights, father’s legacy.

0011

Published by elgwyn

I was a University and college writing teacher, now retired, so I write poetry, and essays, mostly free verse poetry. I love writing. Computers, tablets, and smart phones are the norm. When one sees university campuses with students looking at phones while walking to class, one realizes writing can be blogging. I am an ordinary man writing for artistic pleasure writing, and simple taste-- blogs are an answer to high priced self-publishing. Walt Whitman had to print his paper books himself, because in 1855, and 1860 poetry did not sell. It does not sell now unless you have a Pulitzer Prize and even then the poet usually makes a living in other ways than writing. In all ages there have been writers writing out of their own needs, and blogs are an answer to get rid of high cost of self creativity. I am an older man with fewer computer skills than my daughter who has been at computers since she was three, so here I can satisfy my need to write without spending too much on self-published books. All three blogs let me reach an audience missed by books and stand a better chance to reach a wider audience. My two books, Winter from Spring, Meditations on Gratitude, as Kindle books and paperbacks did not reach as many people as I wanted, and blogs can let me avoid the printer. Layout and design is expensive. For me writing is more like the charcoal jottings of preexisting civilization made only for posterity. Blogs face two problems as I see it. They might be submerged into a chaos of too much writing, and they depend on electronic storage. Yet, how's that different from electronic books which must have specialized publication? Paper disintegrates, blogs can be physically stored and organized for posterity in data banks. All organization becomes chaos at some point, but charcoal images on cave walls still exist after the author scribbled eons ago. So what if I reach only a few interested people, but hopefully, readers will reach out to me. Writing is essential for showing the ways of culture before history knows those ways. To record each individual is essential especial for billions of people who need to know enough reading beyond pictures to save a planet. Writing without profit isn't new to me. I'm not seeking to impress the audience. Poetry in general never sells, and personal confessional, and emotional writing exists sometimes like journal writings only for the author. At least here is my hope for wider audiences. My writing is personal and informal, but my writing expresses some serious ideas like the writing of contemporary writers to rise above chaos in my own simple way, above self-absorption, a meditation, the simple writing of an ordinary man. I hope to find my own way out of my own chaos and make my record stand alone if even in electrons. Though I hope never to express nightmare in my poetry, fiction, or essays, some serious considerations are important to me after centuries of mechanized nightmare. The next decade is probably of the same failure in our world. This decade looks to be another time of diminished individuals and the next as well. We all wish peace and hope will become normal. It looks like if hope reaches each individual, not governments there is satisfaction in making means of writing available to many. My hope is for each human being to give their own expression out of the abyss. If humankind is to survive in any common way, we must each be able to express maturity and take responsibility in something beyond self. Electronic media offers people these possibilities so long as computers can store individual lives. Here people can freely see what I write and what others write. Though I hold an MFA in creative writing my simple vision never found a wide audience. I was disappointed about this earlier in my life, but now it's just what one expects of such degrees. I found happiness in family and especially in love of my wife and daughter. Writing can be more than a pastime now that I'm older. I approach seven decades living with some disappointing times, and some satisfying times. I'm like most people, and I've been married more than 37 years, and we sent a successful daughter into the world. We happily live in a country where even the poorest have food. Often as a young man when I traveled for nearly one year through Europe, where does a culture begin to feed and house so many people, and how do all these people live in harmony since World War II? Maybe it's been a question of survival. Writers can hold a little corner with blogging, blogging for harmony and peace. This is my hope. This is my question.

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