does not feaR men or guns.
time will have its perFect results of heaven.
our God will not abIde craven idolatry:
murderous sacrifice oF our innocent children,
worship of weapons insTead of His power on high,
a complete abadonmeNt of morals or wisdom.
keep your thoughtS and prayers alive
with actionS of this body
stalk and storm Halls of justice
with your powerful autOmatic voices of reason
attack vaUlts of law
where this Love of guns
is stored and protecteD by evil money and favor
oust and roust, Bust virtue out
kill the silencE of idling hands
demand safer lives wIth cautious liberty.
turn over the tables of destiny by eLecting those who should die for you
rather than kiLl in your names.
in thE name
should never be down the dark barreL of a privately-purchased democracy.
AR-FIFTEENS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL.
This is an acrostic poem, aligned in the center.
The center column has an equal number of letters on either side in each line.
The power in this country rests in the hands of those with guns and money.
It should rest on the peaceful people.
If you need a gun to protect what you have?
You don’t have what you need.
AR-15s should not be made legally available to murder 15 yos.
Every gun ever made was forged to kill a being.
Every gun ever made has or will kill a living thing. Or multiple living things.
Guns were made for no other purpose.
Only man could make killing so easy.
Karma will call and collect her damages.
I have a little girl
Who lets me braid her hair
14 (not so little)
But still needs special care
I’m here to show her
How to be Wife and Mom
Or a single, strong-willed Woman
Who can diffuse any bomb
I still have the privilege
Of being asked for my advice
But she makes her own decisions
And can calculate the price
Above all that is important
Teaching reason along with choice
Will allow your child
To strengthen their own voice
If you simply teach a child
To obey without question
You won’t teach them how
To exercise discretion
Most of all
Give them information!
If they don’t have all the numbers
They can’t solve any equation
It might be embarrassing
To talk to them about sex
But would you rather some other person
Tackle something so complex
If you allow children to make mistakes
They learn the art of restoration
Nothing else can give them
Such a firmly-formed foundation
You have to be an example
Be honest about your struggles
They’ll learn when they witness
You conquering your own troubles
We’re not perfect
And neither are they
We should embrace that more
In the message we convey
There might come a day
When she won’t need me any more
But isn’t that the point
Of what Parents are put here for?
To raise a human
To be fully independent
Choosing to, not needing to,
Love you without resentment
Why am I in the cabinet? LOL
1974. I am willingly sitting in the cabinet. Under the stove, from the looks of it. I think this is where the Cheetos were kept.
This is my favorite place to sit. Hide. Eat. Play.
Some days I wish I could go back there and shut the door.
How could anyone be mean to little ol’ Me?
Plastic lids and drooling kids.
Baby blues and blondie ‘dos.
Slack-jawed, already flawed.
Only 1 year. How’d I get here?
Shut the door, please!
Eat your treat in the tub, please.
That should make clean-up a breeze.
It’s okay if your pop drips.
It’s okay if you’ve got messy lips.
You’ve chewed the flavor clear to the stick!
Splinters on the tongue if you take one more lick.
Just don’t leave your wooden handle
On top of my aromatherapy candle.
Old pic of Lilli-2009. Another shot for film photography class. Love this shot. Candid. And I like the composition as well. It’s a bit washed out, but I don’t mind. 🙂 I like the contrast of the dark shower wall and her dark features with the bright, white tub and curtain.