“THE DIVER, THE SURVIVOR.” a poem December 6, 2019 (Friday) for: PEARL HARBOR DAY (Saturday) a.k.a.: “Papa John Will Always Be There.”
Dear Friends:
Remember (my) Good Old Grampa? PAPA JOHN on (my) Mother’s side?
Who was A NAVY MAN in World War II,
I think Papa John might have had some American Indian blood in him. He did not talk a lot, but liked listening to his wife's friends [Mama Jean was a piano teacher and, for many years, the President of The Montana Piano Teachers' Association] who might come by, and he would often listen to them for long periods and then remark: "You don't say!"
He had long legs, and, according to my Dad, one weekend, when Papa John was about 55 years old, there was a race in the town he lived in [in Montana]. There were a number of participants and he was much older than, perhaps, everybody else, but, despite that, he almost won. A young man, perhaps a former college sprinter, won the event, but Papa John, with his long, churning legs, came in a close second.
He liked to fix things and had a big workshop in the basement, where he would show me how to fix lawn mowers and other gadgets.
Papa John, although he ate turkey or fish on occasion, preferred not to eat very much meat because he did not like the thought of the suffering the creature would have to go through to provide him dinner. He taught school in "a one room school house" and often suggested they his students be kind to animals, who have feelings too. He was very upset one day when he caught some boys burning ants to death with a magnifying glass. He reminded them that, even though the ants are very small, they can feel pain too.
He died one night in his sleep, down in the basement, alone in his room, while I was away; I imagine, perhaps, he died with memories of the friends he had when he was in The Navy.
That was Papa John. He was quite the Grampa. Sigh!
J 🐦 Jay
THERE at Pearl HarborOnDecember7 (1941)HEdidABIDE.
HE WAS THERE and he tells us all that ON THAT DAY BOMBS DROPPED,
and SHIPS WERE SUNK and MEN WERE KILLED and
Then, “THEY” swam and mopped.
“THEY,” who were THE MEN LIKE HIM “survivors,” who DOVE IN TO THE SEA,
And FISHED OUT BODIES OF DEAD FRIENDS;
December 7th (1941) it would be.
HE WAS THERE in (19) ’41 WHEN BLOOD WAS EVERYWHERE,
And smoke and friends that HE FISHED OUT;
Yes, Grampa got to stare,
At such destruction and take it in,
And WITNESS THEN WHAT WE’RE TOLD NOW HAS BEEN:
This EVIDENCE of humans fighting and showing how,
We can KILL and MAIM, and, even now,
In 2019 we can still look back?
(I remember) Papa John who lived in the basement in Helena, Montana,
Sleeping on his “rack,”
Who sometimes came upstairs and told his grandson ME,
(Back then THEY HAD NO TERM “P T S D.”)
He told me: “Men can be mean and men can sometimes do things,
That can kill and destroy and much suffering it brings,
SOME WISDOM even so to those,
Who have experienced such traumas; yet NOW I DOZE,
DOWN IN THE BASEMENT, AND I D I V E INTO BAD DREAMS.
There were friends I LOVED there, and each memory ‘streams,’
To haunt every day yet show me THE WAY,
TO LOVE EVEN DEATH and HOLD PAIN AT BAY.”
fin ♥
🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🌎We will never forget 🇦🇺🇦🇺 America saved Australia in Northern Australia 🇦🇺 Thank the Lord 🇦🇺 In Australia my family were rescued from Japanese Prison Camps. Aboriginal people and Europeans were slaughtered in Darwin by the Japnese Bombing of Northern Australia 🇦🇺 our American Allies are still to this day Stationed on our Northern Borders of Australia 🇦🇺 , unfortunately, today many young Australians do not know our Historical Pasts with America. I do because I’m the Last Standing Marshall of that very Old Generation. Aboriginal and Whites stood side by side with the Americans to fight for all lives in Ausralia 🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺😌😌😌
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Paradigm is thought to mean ~ A paradigm is a person’s frame of reference. A person’s paradigm is how they see the world based on all the information that they have gathered and the beliefs that they possess. If the universe is analogized to a computer processor, a paradigm is like the operating system.Jan 2, 2017
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Paradigms – Genius Types √ possibly this may give you a grasp ✊on the meaning of the Mystic Poetry and cryptic verse.
Overdrive by Mystic Poet Days of Our Lives 😁😁
“APPROXIMATE.” a poem November 3, 2019 (Sunday)
AROUND HERE I think everything’s pretty much approximately presented,
Average and/or Extraordinary;
Ordinary and Circumvented.
Now, Approximate DOESN’T MEAN: Imperfect or NOT exact,
It’s just about THIS or THAT; it’s sort of “cracked,”
Which is, as Leonard Cohen says: “HOW THE LIGHT GETS IN.”
“Cracked” or “Lopsided” is HUMAN; you can call it “sin,”orTheWayThingsAre,
Which DOESN’T MEAN we CAN’T be a “star,”
And go aboutTheSpeedofLight.
Q: IS “APPROXIMATE” ALL RIGHT?
A: YES, IF YOU accept it as OK
A: NO, IF you want things some other way.
But THE LATEST PARADIGM still has one more step to go.
Moral: “The OLD PARADIGM, like the NEW (paradigm) is APPROXIMATE,
Don’tCha know?”
fin
All these Catalogues of the Poetry by The Mystic Poet have selected Music included by Mystic. The lyrics are the woven threads of sound To bring the meanings of the acronym, abbreviation, into the words. J. Jay Samuel Davis wears many caps of colour including Musician Artist Graphics Artist Poet Laureate A Scholar and a Teacher Humanitarian Activist for Human Rights
Around and around the mulberry bush Who knows when it will end 😅🤣😂
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At birth, we boarded the train and met our parents, and we believe they will always travel by our side. As time goes by, other people will board the train; and they will be significant i.e. our siblings, friends, children, and even the love of your life. However, at some station our parents will step down from the train, leaving us on this journey alone. Others will step down over time and leave a permanent vacuum. Some, however, will go so unnoticed that we don’t realize they vacated their seats. This train ride will be full of joy, sorrow, fantasy, expectations, hellos, goodbyes, and farewells. Success consists of having a good relationship with all passengers requiring that we give the best of ourselves. The mystery to everyone is: We do not know at which station we ourselves will step down. So, we must live in the best way, love, forgive, and offer the best of who we are. It is important to do this because when the time comes for us to step down and leave our seat empty we should leave behind beautiful memories for those who will continue to travel on the train of life.
I wish you all a joyful journey ~PEACE BE WITH YOU 💙💙💙
“THE NAME OF GOD.” a poem in the series: “Nonsense & Other Truths.” a.k.a.: “IMAGINING ANYTHING YOU WANT CAN MAKE IT TRUE FOR YOU.” a.k.a.: “It Makes A Lot Of Sense To Me.” a.k.a.: “Perhaps, I Need To Get More Sleep And Stop Thinking So Much.” December 7, 2019 (Saturday)
The greatest LOVE I ever had
Was for our CAT; (Now, ain’t that sad?)
(Not really) Her name was Susa, and I hurried home from school,
To be with that CAT, that darned cat; Susa was SO cool,
She’d purr, I’d pet; I loved her so. One day? She’s gone. She’s gone, yet, lo,
I later played a sousaphone; I liked to play it hard;
It felt so good; I played it often, and it grew a yard,
When I stroked its hardened head.
I SO loved “my INSTRUMENT,” but I “put it to bed,”c
For time went by, and I decided:
That I simply loved MUSIC. With MUSIC, I sided.
It became my religion; I sang and played,
[John Philip] Sousa marches, and (I found that) wondrous sounds I made.
Sure, I loved our CAT and that INSTRUMENT, the sousaphone,
But MUSIC now was my love alone,
UNTIL I discovered “the perfect” RELIGION.
(At this point, you’re probably saying: “This guy’s [some] kind of ‘[a]pigeon;’
He goes from here to there & back; he’s swimmin’ in his head; it must haveAcrack.”)
But, wait, Ye Doubters (for) in Su kyo Mahikari*
The Name of God is SU. Sure, I’m sorry,
But this is just too coinci dental, & SUza is “God’s Place.” Yeah, I know, it’s Or iental,
But, come on, now, don’t you agree? God’s gotta be a Sioux; it’s just GOTTA BE.
And this must mean that God’s Great Name, Must be SOO or SIOU or SU;
You can’t really blame, Me for thinking that? (Can you?)
AND. And, And, And, just the other day,
I was going past a gas station, which was along my way,
And it was a new station called: SU NO CO,
And there are gasolines and additives at other stations too with a “SU” logo.
So, there you have it; if you wanna get to heaven, it may be in the middle of The Su n;
Let’s all meet there with Su perman Soo n; We’ll have a bunch of fun.
