Friday, July 31, 2015
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
I stood solemnly before the inquisitor of life as he read quietly from his book of truths.
He was dressed in a long blue satin robe, his noble head partially hidden in the hood.
His white wavy beard rested upon his chest, and his long gnarled fingers
gripped the edges of the book in his lap. He sat in a large straight back chair
hollowed out in the roots of a huge oak tree. His feet rested upon a foot stool of solid granite.
He drew a deep sigh as he looked up from his book, staring at me now with his icy blue eyes.
Then he laughed.
Saturday, July 25, 2015
A Writer's Creed
Write your first line, it starts with just one.
Then add another, you know just for fun.
Finish the third line; you’re well on your way,
Drop in the fourth line; you’ve something to say.
Sharpen your pencil, now you’re ready to go,
Open your mind, let your ideas flow.
What are you thinking, or what breaks your heart?
What gives you goose bumps, or gives you a start?
Press pen to paper, and let the words flow,
Building momentum, how your message will grow.
Write what you mean, and mean what you write,
Empty your heart; bring your passions to light.
Fire up your computer, set the icons aglow,
Fingers on the keys, now you’re ready to go.
There’s plenty to question, and plenty to fight,
Line after line, let your words be your might.
Friday, July 24, 2015
Lynda is married to attorney Robert Altman and they two adult children.
Lynda is probably best known for her role as "Wonder Woman." The TV series ran from 1975 to 1979 and she was in all 59 episodes.
Lynda started out as a singer in Las Vegas, and was in a group at one time with "Radar" from M*A*S*H, Gary Burghoff, who was the drummer.
Lynda was once crowned "Miss World USA" in 1972.
I'm beginning to understand those folks in the 60's who wrote songs in protest because they saw or heard something that pissed them off. I get pissed off and I'm overcome with the need to write about it.
“Faggot” is the word he chose to use,
A six-letter word used to abuse.
He spit it out without remorse,
Six simple letters with so much force.
I was taken aback when I heard that word,
My first impression was, “What a turd.”
Used to describe his friend for years,
“Out of the closet” amidst her fears.
“Shun her!” was his group’s response,
Ban her from her usual haunts.
“Christian Love” went out the door,
Treat her like a filthy whore.
I can never change his mind,
Or the others like his kind.
Hearts of stone and brains of lead,
“Love one another” is surely dead.
Lunch with him won’t be my choice,
I must stand and raise my voice.
“Faggot” hurts those close to me,
A decision made with certainty.