“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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“THE CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON JR.” a poem a.k.a.: “Perversion: The Case Against Strong S _ _ ual Feelings, Especially When You’re Young, And Wearing Women’s Clothes.” December 11, 2019 (Oh.Din’s.Day)
“Oh, G _ ,” cried Benjamin, as He ran into The S _ Therapist’s Office;
“I’m addicted to s _ _ and porn, and G_ _knows, I’M NO NOVICE.
I’m s _ _ ually addicted, A PERVERT, and I can’t stop.”
“THIS IS SERIOUS,” said The Therapist; “we might have to LOP,
OFF your frontal cortex and/or do a complete pe _ i l e extraction.
We gotta STOP THIS TERRIBLE THING, Diagnosis: ‘Perverse S _ _ ual (RE?) (Inter?) ACTION.’ ” (pause)
It took (us) several long, terrible years, “Ectomies” and “Therapies” and
A THOUSAND BITTER TEARS,
To finally HELP Benjamin OVERCOME his “chronic perversion.”
However, NOW, thank goodness; he’s no longer suffering from “s _ _ xual immersion.”
(Sigh) Those days are LONG AGO; now, he is NORMAL and when, /
He EVER EVEN thinks of s _ _ or spies a lovely hen,
He can IMMEDIATELY become “acutelyAWARE,” / That HE IS CURED; therefore, he has no more care, / For such “perversions;” he now spends time mostly on,
Watching TV football games and being obsessed keepingUP his lawn.
(Thank God) After he was cured, he went to war,
Protecting our freedoms, fighting “bad guys;” many arms and legs (of The Enemy)
HE TORE; Plus, he had several children, beating them daily so as to instill,
Strength of character, the concept of respect andToTeachThem The Value of Will.
Benjamin also attends CHURCH weekly and sometimes even more,
Confessing his SINFUL NATURE; patriotism is at His Core,
NOT silly flights of “porn addiction” and obsessing about “chicks,”
And THANK GOD He never BECAME GAY, admiring other men’s d _ _ _ _.
Thank goodness, his youthful perversion(s) and the aberrant energy and feelings such disease promoted, / DISPERSED, giving Him “decent” feelings and actions;
RECENTLY, HE WAS VOTED: / “Citizen of The Year” of His Community,
For beatingUpOnANindigentPERVERT, who was masturbating on our streets;
HE BEAT THAT GUY toWithinAnInchOFhisPervertedLIFE; yes, Ben is “one of
THE WHEATS,” / NOT some Biblical “TARE,” condemned to H _ _ _, who should, Never, ever have been born; yet, YOU KNOW (I wonder) what if Benjamin would,
HAVE JUST N O T THOUGHT THAT HIS “NATURAL” FEELINGS TOWARD S _ _ _ _ _ ITY and EACH PRETTY LADY, / were PERVERTED? Would that have been so bad? ‘Cause, then, maybe,
He would have been happier & wouldn’t have killed and beaten up a bunch of people. /
NO, NO Silly me. Come, let us go worship worship under The Steeple,
And thank Ben for “his service” to our country and his town,
And for HIS NOT BEING A S _ _ UAL PERVERT, for, God knows, IF he hadn’t been ableToOvercomeHisAfflictions, HeavenForbid, HeMightHaveChosenTo wear a GOWN.
fin ♥
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“SIN & GRACE.” a poem, for Christians Like Us In Our Life: Dec. 10, 2019 (Tuesday)
Condemnation versus Forgiveness;
Shall we consider [The Operation of] “The Spiritual Business?”
Take, for instance, TheBasicCHRISTIANplan: (1) Admit youARE wrong,
And (2) There’ll be forgiveness for you (withMetaphorsAndSimilesSTRONG):
Step 1: Admit (that) You got SIN; like a rock, it can weigh you down.
Step 2: Inherit GRACE, a glorious crown,
Or a tasty piece of candy, ’cause we’re hungry for “Your Word.”
So, SIN can be a rock or a petrified turd.
Step 3: Transform SIN, so it can be “used” for good;
For instance, a turd can be fuel and a rock, like wood,
Can build a house, a magnificent abode.
Enduring and spacious. So, SIN needn’t be a load,
To weigh you down; it just needs realignment,
Which is what GRACE will provide: much needed refinement.
Here comes GRACE, to open your eyes, And see all the options; what a surprise,
To REALIZE and UNDERSTAND that “All Things Are Good Y’all,”
The declaration of Genesis and also of St. Paul.
Just take all you get, be it a rock or a candy; with The Blessed Holy Spirit, EVERYTHING’S DANDY,
Meaning: “With The Right Attitude & Application each GOD GIVEN “prize,”
Turns out to be a blessing, sometimes in disguise.
So, I guess, repentance means: simply to reform; With The Spirit’s help, life is warm,
And John The Baptist’s anointing can be from A Warm Spring,
While angels have GRACE’s candy; (just) REPENT, and they shall bring,
Sweetness to cover the taste of SIN’s bitter flavor. Then, all things are new: NOW, Step 4: Appreciate GOD’S FAVOR, And, in your state of appreciation and GRACE, Step 5: Come to Sunday service,
Realizing [that] SIN IS CROUCHING AT YOUR DOOR, but don’t be too nervous,
Because, IF you keep coming and repenting in your sinful, human state, You’ll,
Step 6: Get to HEAVEN (eventually), and it will be great.
When I was young, I went to Church; I was Forced, but, later in life, I went on a search.
Was I looking for: innocence? or The Holy Spirit? “There is NO innocence.” The Church won’t hear it, Since SIN is inherent? in the life of ALL. Remember? We WERE in The Garden; then, we took “A Fall.” These “facts” are clear? but NOTHING’S CLEAR TO ME; I’m simply a frail human, swimming in A Mystery.
fin ♥
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“Christmas Time Fire Hazard(s)” a poem for Tuesday, December 10, 2019
We’re doing “the fire hazard” in our home again during THIS Christmas Season. Because burning away the dross, the impurity is really the only reason, To celebrate our blessed, coming Lord, Plus, it is simply what we can afford.
We set up candles, dried pine branches & cones, Hoping that St. Nick will bring us lots of gifts & SCONES! We’ll eat & celebrate & hope to burn UP all those impure thoughts & we’ll also TURN,
OVER A NEW LEAF . . . for the Upcoming Year. / And, with our Loved Ones, we’ll shed many a precious tear, / Hoping the Lord Jesus will come tumbling into the house. / Another kid? I dunno . . . I think I’d rather have a mouse.
No, no, JUST KIDDING, Dear Holy Child. / It’s OK . . . come stay with us. Just know: WE GET A LITTLE WILD. / But it’s all in fun and, we hope, also good taste. / Christmas BURNS in our Hearts . . . we don’t want it to go to waste.
So, my Dear son, he said: “I know, mom, let’s burn it down! / The insurance will cover it,” but I said, with a frown, “But, Honey, what about The Memories of Holidays passed?” / “They were NOT THAT GREAT,” He said; “let’s have a blast,
And really have a wild inferno of a party.” / So, anyway, that’s what we’re planning, and, of course, scones WON’T BE TARDY. / We are going to do this thing up right. / By the New Year, our house will be “out of sight,”
I think we might move to The Carpenter Addition. / They have COOL lights and their God Given Mission / Is to OVER insure, so that, if The Lord / Burns everything down, they can still afford:
To have lots of food, a big house and stuff. / We all gotta have plenty, you know, ENOUGH, /
WONDERFUL things, so, that when The Lord finally comes, / We’ll be able to welcome him . . . NOT as “a bunch of bums,”
But as a prosperous group, so we can treat Him to / The finest life can offer; but, WAIT! Oh, no . . . boo hoo! Someone just saw this at The Insurance Agen cy! / OUR POLICY’s BEEN CANCELED! Oh, God, Son, Come and See?
We’d better NOT burn The Friggin’ House down . . . at least NOT YET. / Perhaps, next year . . . will be a better bet. / “But, MOM; come on! I got us the matches, / the burning materials, and I’ve thrown open the sashes,
So we’ll have . . . plenty of oxygen to fuel the fire.” / “Not this year, honey . . . UNDO THE CHRISTMAS TREE CLOTHING PYRE.”
So, Mama in her Santa cap. . . and Gage in his Big Boy Suit, / Put everything away . . .and closed up the fire place flu(t)e, / And went to bed expecting . . . nothing good to happen for the rest of this rotten year, / When SUDDENLY . . . YES . . . what should appear?
But The Christmas Spirit of Ed McMahon with a 10 million dollar check! / With Santa and Darth Vader and even Glen Beck . . . / They all came to the door . . . and NOW WE’RE FILTHY RICH! / “See, mom; you just needed FAITH; now, we’ll find our niche,
Over in The Carpenter Addition, where Jesus is sawing logs. / ‘Cause he was a carpenter, right? “Yes, honey; serve up the egg nogs . . . And the finest wine from The Northern Plains, / Of Israel, where it often rains,
To insure that the finest vino can be provided / To our blessed family, whom The Lord has guided.” / “Yes, mom – it’s going to be A GREAT CHRISTMAS, a great one after all.” / “Yes, HONEY, grab the phone; The North Pole we’ll call:
And thank Santa and Mrs. Claus and Rudolph and all the dear, / Reindeer.” “Oh, mom; is that a little tear?” / “Yes, Honey, I’m just so darned happy now.” / “Christmas, MOM; I just love it. Yeah, Baby (Jesus). Wow!
fin <3
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