Time Lines

Leathered lines of experience,
Surrounding features etched by time,
Wrap over a tapestry of memories:
Emotions and angles rising up,
Rolling back as relentlessly
As the sea upon a shore,
Of lives too well lived,
To be bothered much more,
Except to recollect and smile,
Putting one more crease on the page,
Of the soul’s present pilgrimage.
© 2014 Roger W. Bodo – All rights Reserved

Will They Give US the Work(s)?

As of July 13, 2014, 1,090 groups organized as Super PACs have reported total receipts of $242,129,104 and total independent expenditures of $79,563,819 in the 2014 cycle. In other words, that’s just this year.

If these billionaire PACs such as Club for Growth Action, American Crossroads and Citizens for a Working America were so concerned about creating and preserving jobs, what if they invested that money in doing business and hiring people?

Just askin’.

Waste Not Want Not?

A brief item in the AARP magazine about food expiration dates and ways to extend them and when we should also not pitch out the food noted that ….every year, 40% of all food in the USA goes uneaten. A typical 4 person household discards roughly $1,500 of food a year. It’s not just $$ that are wasted but the resources to produce the food and the CO2 involved … 3.5 billion metric tons. It seems that we have forgotten the old adage, waste not want not. As the Food Lion “Lion” would say, that’s just my 2 cents.

Words Taken to Deadly Extremes

Considering the latest stabbing and shooting episode by a troubled young California man, the sad thing is that the every day, run of the mill disrespect so many express for women and others becomes amplified and radicalized by those who are very sick, very evil or both. Words (and images) hold much power and if we as a society don’t start considering that words can kill in spirit and deed, and we don’t start controlling our tongues, then we have a bleak futures indeed. If we speak good things and speak well of each other and respect and honor the uniqueness of men and women in general and individually, then good will come of it. If not?

R. Bodo 2014

Holding Fast to the Past and $$$

I find it intriguing that our representatives are upset that the US Armed Forces are trying to meet their budget cuts by discarding old (50 and 60 year old) technology, tactics and bases and the congress prefers they meet their budget by cutting the 21st century equipment, facilities and tactics instead. I can only think that line of thinking is not wanting to lose the jobs attached to the old bases and equipment. This same myopia seems to be the pattern in education, economics and communications. Protect the old at the cost of our future.

Robin Hood Repurposed

Today there is a developing line of thought in the USA (and perhaps the world) that reasons thus: The national public lands produce no tax revenue for the state that the Federal Lands are in. This land should be sold to private individuals or enterprises so they can be subject to state taxes . . . real estate, income, corporate, etc. So, by this reasoning, the lands and facilities paid for by the general public through their tax dollars over many years that set aside these public lands to secure and preserve natural resources or provide for the education and enjoyment, of all the citizens should be sacrificed for the benefit of those who can profit. Thus not only does the average tax paying citizen lose a resource that they paid for, they receive less for their ongoing taxes. Thus, those who have enjoyed recreation on the lands they paid for would no longer have access to those lands. In this case less is not more (except for the rich) it is less for more. It seems that this is a continuing line of thought that propose we should take from those who can least afford it because they have the least power to resist or respond. I would call this a reverse Robin Hood strategy. Take from the poor and give to the rich. In this version of the story, the wicked King and the Sheriff of Nottingham win.
(c) 2014 Roger W. Bodo

Golden II

They say we may be in a second Golden Age of Television,
Perhaps a second age in many endeavors, not just one.
Where once supreme and inventive,
We now revisit fields past won,
To extract new expressions looked over,
When in youth we exploded,
To orgasmic creative heights bar none:
Origination on page, on air and on screen,
To show things never before read, heard or seen.

Can there ever be a second of golden ages?
Can one be compared or repeat?
What accounts for the absence of Sages?
What fuels creative retreat?

Perhaps periods of creative drought,
Are the natural cycle of art and thought,
Where a period of fertile regurgitation,
Feeds the next generation of amazing creation.

© 2014 Roger W. Bodo – All rights reserved

Walter S. T.

A poem dedicated to a departed friend and guide, Walter S. Taylor, artist, poet, and the founder, vineyardist, and vintner of Bully Hill Vineyards and Winery in Hammondsport, NY. As you will see here, (Bully Hill) his motto was and Bully Hill’s motto still is, that “A product is an extension of a person’s soul”.

Walter S. T.

We shall not let you go Walter S. T.,
not from this soil, nor from our hearts.
Nor shall our minds or resolve weaken,
for we have met you and heard your words:
Spoken, painted, written,
and are forever changed.

“They cannot cheat an honest man,” it is said.
They can try to silence, but they cannot hide.
They can dance with deception, cavort with conniving,
but never the worth of self can they sweep aside,
of one who stands as a light in the rain,
fighting wind surges and waters to remain,
glowing, even as a pilot flickering,
never out, ready as the match, energy sending,
out from the soul, spreading through magnificent rootstock,
upward though vine and leaf,
into the cups of kindness to be consumed,
by those who will carry on and keep the spirit,
alive forever on beloved Mother Earth,
the roots of honesty, integrity and self worth.

(C) Roger W. Bodo 1999, 2014 – All rights reserved

The Call

I know it is there, not by what it is, but by what it does.
I know it is there; its lilting voice calls to me at night.
It whispers softly in my waking ear. It remains
through my day in caressing breezes, always ready.
I do not see it yet I love it. It sets the world right.
It, like me, cannot be contained or restrained.
It comes and goes at will. Safe from sight.
Clouds reveal in swirls and eddies
That it is now as it always was,
Ready to lift me up.

And so I come to it, to play the captain’s role,
To launch upon it my desire, my craft, and me.
Once again yielding to the siren’s lyric soul, I sail,
A trusting voyager, upon an invisible sea.
(C) Roger w. Bodo 1998,2014


Silver Ribbons

Silver ribbons ‘neath the clouds,
winding through the canyoned way,
snaking around the hindering blinds
of trees and scrub on narrow mounds.
Ridges of sand and clay
thrust defiantly upward,
but fall far short to sway
the silvered metal wings I sail.
And down there, in cutting creases,
fluttering sunned surfaces impale
verdant earthen tapestries,
to reach some far off destination
for those who trust and float upon
silver ribbons ‘neath the clouds.

© Roger Bodo 1998,2014 All rights reserved

Baby Thoughts

In the heart of every baby,
Lives a thought that cannot die.
Thought tells it where it’s going,
And shows the reasons why.
Thought calls in every gift,
And installs each, well defined,
With knowledge and the Spirit,
Fulfilling needs of every kind.

From conception to reception, into existential womb,
To remediation of the soul, opening exits from the tomb,
Thought, from the beginning, through spin of space and time,
Sprouts us seedlings unending, upward in heaven climb,
Showing that, once in being, all is not but strife,
Through this one thought born within;
Love is Life.

(c) 2014 by Roger w. Bodo – All rights reserved