Let us contemplate
The EARTH we walk upon
For a day,
And a lifetime.
And hope that
That lifetime
Will be ours
And not the EARTH.
For the EARTH
After centuries,
And millennia,
And the speck
From which it sprang,,
Whether through Genesis,
Or the Big BANG,
(Both of which are
eerily similar)
Is
– let’s face it –
Getting pissed off!
From the molten lava
Heaving into the heavens,
To the storms at sea
And one on EARTH.
All giving us
Fair warning
Of
Just who
Is in charge.
DE
It is positive for Canada to be part of The Commonwealth.
With dangerous (and Rogue) Countries putting too heavy a foot on the balance of power in the World, organizations of countries which are less powerful, offer more protection than standing alone.
This Commonwealth has evolved from an Empire, so it has gone from bad to better. Being led by a Monarch who rules only by the will of the people, leads to safety, common ground, and an equality among all the participants.
As of last year, the total population of the Commonwealth was over 2.4 billion people. Lets stack that up against Dangerous and Rogue nations. It comes to a reasonable balance.
Enjoy some “foreign’ culture and eat some different food.
Hold out your hand to an ally.
Dale Estey
I am troubled by the invitation from King Charles given to Trump.
I believe it was orchestrated by the British government, but still, it is disrespectful and insulting. However, the invitation – and gracious greeting – by the King to the President of Ukraine, Volodymyr Zelensky, (in his working attire) is a brilliant countermeasure. I don’t know if this is His Majesty’s “soft power”, or if the government exercised a wonderful display of juggling. Regardless, I extend my praise and great thanks.
But, it is best to be patient with Royalty.
His Majesty, King Charles III of Canada, received the Prime Minister of Canada at the same private residence where he welcomed President Zelensky.
I will happily concede the invasion of a sovereign state and ally, by a murderous thug, does take precedence over the wild blustering from Trump and his repulsive Vice president. It is best to first deal with the ultimate source of power in the current USA.
Interesting times, anyone?
DE
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There is no question the world needs more elephants.
The more the merrier.
On the loose and living the good life.
Tanking up on fresh food.
Swilling up at the water holes.
Getting a mud bath on the muddy shore.
Getting a dust bath in the dust fields.
And making a hellova lot more baby elephants.
And all elephants should be left alone by the vicious human beasts who slaughter them for fun and ivory.
An Elephant stampede would come in right handy.
Now, I’m partial to Elephants, having written a book of short stories where an Elephant holds his own in conversations with God.
Yes, God gets a good talking to – though the Almighty does manage to give as good as He gets.
So, I’m all for WORLD Elephant Day.
In fact, I’d give them a whole Week.
Nay, a whole Month.
Alright, a whole Year!!
They’re BIG animals. They can handle it.
DE
The Ghost of Kafka walks
– not stalks –
The streets
Of Prague.
Prague,
The city he would/could
Never leave
Until the last
Year of his life.
He described Prague as:
“The little Mother has claws.”
Which she did.
For him.
He managed
To escape to Berlin,
During one of
The worst times
Anyone could live
In Berlin,
Until the end of the
Second World War.
But
The Second World War
Was years away.
He escaped with a young
Lover – Dora Diamant.
She made things
So much better.
However, his Ghost only
Walks the streets of Prague.
Whereas
Kafka’s Ghost
Stalks
The rest of
The World.
DE
My book of short stories, The Elephant Talks to God, consists of many conversations that an Elephant has with God. In one of the stories, he breaks out into {his version of} poetry.
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The monkeys, in the trees,
Cause a breeze, when they sneeze.
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I nudged the boulder with my shoulder.
It was older, and much colder.
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It is a stone, which has grown
In a zone, all alone.
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It is a thrill, to have free will,
That is until, others say `nil’.
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That’s not my last, don’t be so fast,
My muse to cast, into the past.
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The rock of ages, dissolved in stages,
And proved the sages’, `noblesse obliges’.
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It’s just a guess, I do confess,
That more is less, in the wilderness.
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God – as God is wont to do – did have the last word.
Poems are made by fools like thee,
But only I can make a tree.
Alison Alexandra sometimes thinks of turning over a new leaf.
Sometimes at the most traditional of times, like at New Year or her birthday or under a full moon or when the tide is at its highest.
But then she remembers that well into her pre-teen years she thought the expression to turn over a new leaf meant reaching into the branches of a tree and flipping her wrist (somewhat like Amanda does when cutting cards) and when she found out the flip flip flipping concerned paper pages she was so bored she never did it. No, not once.
And anyway, why would she overturn anything in some sort of orderly fashion when she pell-mell turns things over at the very time they seem that they need to be overturned and not a minute or an hour or a full moon or one leaf later.
That now is indeed now is, indeed, now. And, as she daily finds out from her windows or cliffs overlooking the ocean; tide and time await no Alison Alexandra. So she will not wait for them.
Alison Alexandra has often thought – and she also often thinks – that she could happily turn over all her leaves just from her prow-of-a-ship room jutting into the sea or the cliffs that, as yet, do not erode under her feet as she walks them looking out to sea. But that would be unwise and probably as stagnant as a rotting fish that sometimes lodges itself at the base of her cliff and, though she has not travelled as often as those sailors and their spy glasses, she has travelled as far as many of them just to keep those leaves flip flip flipping.
So, today she is going to walk to town.
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