Saturday, November 24, 2018

This is how I'm feeling about our president and our government right about now..haven't been able to get the words to this poem out of my head.....My Spirit Sore from Marching....Edna St. Vincent Millay Poem




My Spirit, sore from marching
toward that receding west
Where Pity shall be governor,
With Wisdom for his guest:

Lie down beside these waters
That bubble from the spring;
Hear in the desert silence
The desert sparrow sing;

Draw from the shapeless moment
Such pattern as you can;
And cleave henceforth to Beauty;
Expect no more from man.

Man, with his ready answer,
His sad and hearty word,
For every cause in limbo,
For every debt deferred,
For every pledge forgotten,
His eloquent and grim
Deep empty gaze upon you,---
Expect no more from him.

From cool and aimless Beauty
Your bread and comfort take,
Beauty, that made no promise,
And has no word to break;

Have eyes for Beauty only,
That has no eyes for you;
Follow her struck pavillion,
Halt with her retinue;

Catch from the board of Beauty
Such careless crumbs as fall.
Here's hope for priest and layman;
Here's heresy for all.


Edna St. Vincent Millay

Saturday, August 11, 2018

New Rule: It was good to laugh..this is hilarious. I, Q | Real Time with Bill Maher (HBO)

MUST SEE:My mother screamed at me on the phone that Trump was "God's choice" I said no he isn't..she started telling me I am going to hell if I didn't vote for him...this was right before the election. I never wanted to discuss politics with them...they just chose to harass me with verbal threats via e-mail and hand written letters snail mail. It makes me sick...Trump is seriously mentally ill...I know that I seee it, people that don't have serious issues but I don't tell them what to do or think or say....but they love telling me what to do...my family is so toxic...as hard as it is being completely alone it is probably saving my life not to be around them... I grew up in this kind of radical religous environment...I had to listen and be lectured about this by my mother and "her church"...seh voted for Trump so did the rest of my family..I am the only one that didn't vote for him and they hate me for it...they still threaten me via e-mail and long rambling letters telling me I am going to hell...I thank God my Father has passed...he and I together could maybe stopped this insanity in my family...but wtih just me far away from where they all live I have tried but had to let them go...but having to watch and observe Trump and all of my "Warnings" to my family who trashed me lashed out at me for saying this is EXACTLY what would happen if Trump won! sigh...heartbreaking...but thankful I am more like my father then the rest of my family...I am the black sheep...of "Truth"...Christian Lunatics Reveal God's Message About Donald Trump

Psychiatrist: Trump Mental Health Urgently Deteriorating

Sunday, July 29, 2018

Conduct and Instruct.....this poem I wrote still seems to be our countries biggest issue...Intolerance!



Conduct and Instruct

Tell me your Reality?
How it should be?
State your case
step by step
Institute the lies
that fit your needs
state them over and over
sew your seeds
Conduct and Instruct....

Dare someone ask a question?
Or have a different opinion
or thought?
what would your response be?
"you just don't see" you say..
"I only see your eyes closed
and your ears covered" I replied...

Conduct your own Orchestra
and Instruct the notes
to be all the same
Repetition
with fixed cemented brains
that never ravel
or veer in another direction
no Connection
Separate
Closed in
tightly wound
Misdirected
and never found...

Written by Rhiannon May 18th, 2006 *Copyrights owned by Barbara* (Rhiannon)

Sunday, July 22, 2018

Will we ever see the death of so much anger, war and hate for one another? Ed Sheeran - Masters of War (Acoustic Cover)



Let me ask you one question is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could? Well, I think that you'll find, when death takes it's toll, all the money you made, will never buy back a soul...
 

Wednesday, July 04, 2018

4th of July...An older post I wrote in 2006 for 4th of July still rings true for me now....think about it..




So true especially now in 2018!

Today I see nothing to celebrate. Today I am fasting in my contribution to peace in this world. I also fast in acknowledgement of feeling the pain of so much starvation , suffering and hunger in this world when I truely believe it doesn't have to be!

4th of July, Independence Day
and I see nothing to celebrate
Power, arrogance, lies and Pride
toss them aside...

Believe whatever you hear?
Believe it in your own disconnected "Fear"?.....
Fireworks setting off more sparks
of Denial
Boom, Bang
reminding me of gunfire, combat, bloodshed
bodies blown
Spirits unknown
Spirits unshown
too many we see
please set their spirits free!
Enough!!!

Remove the mask
This war must not last
nor continue
Gun blast
lies from the past
only to show
bottom line
messed up
and warped minds
with excuses
and reasons
and lies
to deceive...

I've removed my mask
and opened my Eye's
as a tear forms..

The America I now see
false reality
Fear breeds violence
and threats
as we realize
more of our freedoms
are being taken away
hour by hour
day by day
as this country slowly fades
to a misty grey haze
of oppressed walls of protectionisims...
And we call this Freedom?.

Drawing by Rhiannon (Barbara)
Written by Rhiannon (Barbara) July 4th, 2006 on this our supposed day to celebrate our so called "Independence".
Seems more like a celebration of superpower mentality, with a lot of denial and fear tossed into this so called
"celebration"...today I do not celebrate 4th of July this year, instead I fast and I shed a tear..


Thursday, June 14, 2018

Monday, January 01, 2018

Freedoms Flight......


Freedoms Endless Flight


Oh, if I had wings of flight
I would fly away
like an eagle soaring
above all of the endless chaos below me
it would never touch me again
I would never feel it again
I'd be light 
weightless
my spirit free
wings soaring
through  endless blue sky
white soft clouds
would adorn me
in golden sunlight
wrapping me
in the warm rapture
of Freedoms endless flight


Written by Rhiannon June 2005....Copyrights owned by Rhiannon (Barbara R.)