A Limehouse Original
Flair Pen
Tag: #randomthoughts
Peace
“ Peace through non violence is neither absurd nor unattainable. All other methods have failed. Thus we must begin anew. Non violence is a good starting point. Those of us who believe in this method can be voices of reason, sanity and understanding amid the voices of violence, hatred and emotion. We can very well set a mood of peace out of which a system of peace can be built.” Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
“The survival of democracy depends on the renunciation of violence and the development of non violent means to combat evil and advance the good.” A.J. Muste
“I believe that it is impossible to end hatred with hatred.”
-Mahatma Gandhi
“Stability and peace in our land will not come from the barrel of a gun, because peace without justice is an impossibility.”
-Desmond Tutu
“There is no way to peace. Peace is the way.”
-A.J. Muste
“I am not an American who believes that it is unpatriotic to blindly follow our Congress and President.
I am an American who believes in questioning our leaders, particularly when lives are at stake.
To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile but is morally treasonable to the American public.”
-Teddy Roosevelt 1918
The Nanny’s Chore
What is racing through your mind,
When you’re acting so unkind;
As you do just what you choose to do.
Treating her with disrespect,
A better person I’d expect;
You’re acting like you haven’t got a clue.
She just spent her only days,
Sharing all her loving ways;
Treating you to many special things.
But in a minute you forget,
And misbehave or get upset;
Even though you’re treated like a king.
Some will say this is the way,
I don’t buy it so I say;
There’s issues here that we can not ignore.
We all know it’s Mommy’s fault,
An open wound that’s rubbed with salt;
She banged ‘em out yet leaves you at the door.
People say, “Oh, but she tries.”
I see things through different eyes;
She dumped her load on family and friends.
She doesn’t care if you are well,
Your life must be a living hell;
She plays the Mommy but it’s all pretend.
There really ought to be a test,
When Mommy’s say they do their best;
Because the “baby-daddy” ain’t around.
They certainly should see the light,
The kids should be their only fight;
They simply need to put the bottle down.
I really, truly have to say,
Despite your age, there is no way;
To let you treat my wife the way you do.
For years I’ve tried to figure out,
What’s bothersome about this route,
But now I see that it’s not me, it’s you.
I’m not talking personally,
Your innocence is plain to see;
You’re playing with the only cards you’ve got.
The baby dad has left his wife,
It has an impact on your life,
It also impacts all of us, a lot.
We are here to procreate,
Our simple life we replicate;
Supposedly Jehovah tells us so.
But here is something he should say,
It’s more than just conception day;
You need to guide them and to watch them grow.
Here’s my fear and it is real,
That in the future you will deal;
A matching set of cards they gave to you.
Then that person does the same,
They too play this harmful game;
And on it goes, the cycle goes askew.
Now we’re right back at the start,
You’re tugging at my loved one’s heart;
I can’t stand by and watch you hurt her though.
So it’s time to walk away,
But she won’t and I must say;
This is the reason that I love her so.
Drinks
My wife pointed out something to me recently and now I can’t un-see it. People in the Hamptons, mostly visitors but many locals too, have this fascination of always having to have a beverage of some sort in their hand as they walk around outside. It’s true… it happens here. Does it happen everywhere?There are very few people walking about without one arm bent at the elbow, forearm forward and their hand – in the horizontal C -holding a cup of something hot or cold.
It used to be that if you had a beverage you couldn’t enter a shop but now it’s not given a second thought. (It happens with dog owners too but that’s a different story) So in they walk, with their drink leading the way, about to look through $500 Ulla Johnson clothing. They handle the clothes with one hand, sipping their coffee or smoothie with the other while their kids run around the store like it’s Chucky Cheese. It must be the Nanny’s day off.
We can’t blame them really. Most were brought up with a silver spoon in their mouth prior to their first beverage PLUS they really aren’t used to actually looking after their own kids. Poor things.
I understand the importance of staying hydrated but this is different. Even the kids do it. When I was a child, you played all day outside with nothing besides someone’s hose. I can still feel the cold water running down my hand as I held the hose straight up so it would form a fountain of water. I survived somehow.
They will, however, ask for a paper straw because the others are bad for the environment. They then take the paper straw, push it through the plastic lid, into the man-made ice held by a plastic cup and feel good that they are doing the right thing for the eco-system.
But this increased hydration has led to the obvious side effect…. increased elimination. First, the elimination of the drink container by-product then the elimination of the drink by-product. So the waste baskets and cesspools are full but thank god for the paper straw used for the somehow ever present drink.
#Thoughts
The Bubble Bench
As I look out from my front steps,
Across the rolling green;
Leading to a tree filled wood of oak and evergreen.
I think about our days gone by,
And working side by side;
To make this brand new house a home,
It’s future we relied.
We had our son of eighteen months,
Help us lead the way;
As we readied Camelot,
To serve a troop someday.
A canvas blank was in our hands,
Ideas began to flow;
And we worked hard both day and night,
To make our mansion grow.
It’s hard to even think about the challenges we met,
As we put in place a dream,
With blood and tears and sweat.
The chore of wearing many hats and juggling many balls;
Never led us off the path,
Of building our four walls.
Classroom mom and baseball coach were givens year to year;
As our family grew in size, our roles in life were clear.
I could raise the money as you would lead the team;
All the while our eyes were set on building on our dream.
Lots of seeds and shrubs and trees were planted as we grew;
Building sheds and garden beds were things we added, too.
We even made a special place,
For all of us to band;
The bubble bench would be the spot if danger was at hand.
It all moved by so quickly,
That saying is so true;
Enjoy it while ya got it now cause soon it will be through.
As I look out from my front steps,
Across the rolling green;
I see we’ve headed down the path,
Of shoring up our dream.
Now the nest is empty,
And we start it all once more;
Repairing this and fixing that,
Continuing the chore.
It’s certainly a cycle,
At least it seems to be;
The making of our happy home,
It shapes both you and me.
Now it’s truly our turn,
To do just as we please;
To make another wonder land,
Of flowers, plants and trees.
But we would both give anything,
To do it all once more;
Lets all meet at the bubble bench,
For love we can’t ignore.
Things Inside My Head 