A calming dignity?

Hovering, herein, fleshed out,  seas
Sent to sleep in a whatsis, windless,  tranquility
. . .  in the heat of day, no less!

My worthies have the best of me!.  
Actually, all of us . . .  
So deceptively secure, here, allaying and abating our self confidence

Quiet the child?

Well, putting a mask on the proprietors and curtseying to the queens isn’t doing it!
Yeah right! ... that ought to make someone laugh!
It seems only one can be the majority these days.

Do you see the horizon?
The colors are all wrong!
Is there any land left for my grandchildren to dock on?

Who owns what?

A country so young, really . . . how swot!
Prayer, and the lack of . . . now,  reactions are, “Not!”
Assiduity at its worst!

To agitate in solace soothes nothing
Even being drugged will only sedate us for so long. . .
Recovery is our first step to optimum health!

Human technology will never be outsmarted, yes, and a diaphragm eventually rises!

The branch of knowledge is bobbing next to me
. . . just floating there, like a sponge who’s sorbate ability has pruned itself
Everything’s starting to taste like salt!

So why not? Send the hurricanes! Crack the earth!

In the eye of the storm I will remember this moment!
All-knowing,  she’s nowhere near finished!
Its why wood always floats!
It’s why the sea is so,  an expanse!
It’s why,  as an American, I will forever fight!
It’s why this mother cries, but,  most of all,
My all, is, and always, will be,  about God!

If the Pilgrims could hold a ship together with one little screw from a simple printing press
Surely, we can have the decency to keep it all afloat!
What held us together,  then, can only work now!
Stop this media bullshit and prevent our vessels from sinking!
Are we that naive to watch us be over soaked in the seas of  propaganda?

Calming dignity?

Nope. . . . I’m carving me a canoe!
I’m gonna  put a real feather behind my ear!
Then, sit and wait . . . and when that first breeze comes a-blowin’

Dammit!  Watch me go! . . . Giranamo!

You know, they’re still here!
They waited their turn!
And what goes around comes around!
But, this time, we MUST take EVERYONE with respect, mind you, killing no one!

The Indians, the Africans, the Mexicans,  the Moslems, the Jews, the Germans,  the Christians, everyone, every color, every religion has to be heard! . . . and, everyone must listen this time!

Doesn’t all wood float?
A toothpick won’t get us anywhere!
Building arks can!
Watch,  our chests rise . . . breathe in . . . breath out. . .

Wait . . . as long as you can for that different air!
Real life treasures lies at the bottom of a sea!
Adorning another’s riches,  with your own . . .
In the midst of mere tokens, taking
taking, taking . . .
Faking, un awakening . . . raking . . . rowing . . . nowhere

Calming dignity?

Trailing Arbutus, I believe
That sea is blue,  greened. . .

Copyright 2008
Kimmy Van Kooten