Thursday, July 28, 2016
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Put the blame where it goes (hint: not on the police)
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little politicians
If Will were still with us, I'll bet he'd lasso that whole, yellow-bellied Big Money Gang of rustlers, along with their dirty, no good media henchmen, and he'd get our herd of politicians back. But he ain't here. Guess we'll have to carve some time out of our busy schedules and vote.
Saturday, July 9, 2016
We Dance
This poem spilled out of me a while back. Thought it was worth a re-visit:
"We Dance"
I am no racist
I do not see color
until it is
pushed
upon me
But the brown people
have to push
to catch up
How can they
not push?
I am no sexist
but I love
women especially
for their
beautiful softness
Women are behind
because they are weaker
in their arms
but not
in their hearts
I do not make fun
of the crazy,
the retarded, the lame
for I am one
of them
They speak softly
teaching freedom
from ego with
careful words
and injured eyes
Our tribe is endless
if we let it be so
in all its colors
in all its shapes
We dance
--Wynn Ponder, 2016
--Wynn Ponder, 2016
Friday, July 8, 2016
Peace is looking us in the eye
What I notice is that no matter what kind of divisive horror the media shows me, I see mostly warm smiles from the real people in the real world around me, no matter what color or religion. Maybe we should spend less time looking at screens and use our eyes as they were intended: to connect with the souls around us.
--Wynn Ponder, 2016
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