I have been a FB loyalist for at least ten years. During that time I thoroughly enjoyed keeping up with my many FB friends. However, the events of the last several months regarding the biased administration of FB has given me pause to consider my continued participation. So, this is my last post. I will continue to make blog entries on our website: www.MissionPossiblePeople.com I invite you to join me there, subscribe and let’s stay in touch.
As a parting post let me give you my thoughts on racism and anti- Semitism:
Racism, anti-Semitism—Blurring Definitions
A racist is one who thinks their race is superior.
Anti-Semitism is generally defined as prejudice against Jews.
The Jewish people are not of themselves a race (though some argue this). However, anti-Semitism, in effect, creates them to be a race. Anti-Semitism is really an inverted perversion of racism. The anti-Semite is saying the Jewish people are a race and I hate them, not because of my superiority, but because of their superiority! I’m offended by their superiority because it diminishes my sense of my superiority. The irony being. as I have said, that anti-Semitism is really a perverse racism.
The Scripture says we are to love our neighbor as ourself. To put this in the context of racism, we are to love the qualities of our neighbor as much as we appreciate our own qualities—even if our neighbor does some things better than we do.
The answer to both racism and anti-Semitism is not to diminish or demean my racial-ness, but to recognize and appreciate the qualities of another’s racial-ness. Perhaps I can observe and learn how to appreciate and emulate those distinctions. Before I can do that, however, I will have to back off my opinion that I know best how to do everything.
A fond Adieu.
Poetry Reading Intro
An explanation of what is−and what is not
I do not read with breathless anticipation
Every golden word I’ve penned.
No, I desire that the verses’ erudition
Be vehicle for their illumination.
With spirit alert, listen, as from a faithful friend.
I disparage not the poets grand
Who write with crafted grace−
Whose very words of sky and even sand
Paint views as flames from passion fanned.
May my words all be with such fiery trace.
I may not be right-brained−leaning to the left.
Perhaps my desire to paint with words
A truth to aptly fill some spiritual cleft−
Make them too literal−emotion-bereft;
Beat enough though, most milk makes curds.
February 26, 2016
The above poem was written as an introduction to public reading of my poems.
I am considering producing youtube videos where I read the poems.
The readings would also be posted to my blog.
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The challenges of cyber land
“Here’s a handy pre-populated Tweet.”
We can communicate without even a thought.
But it somehow seems like a cyber cheat−
When someone else’s words we merely repeat.
Will the reader know it’s by another they’re taught?
Yes, the repeat is by agreement, it’s true,
But is it not robbed of creative energy?
There’s no force of black and white−only blue.
Repeated words have lost some creative glue−
Words now separated from conviction’s synergy.
“Share,” a somewhat similar Facebook action
Reposts that friend’s poster, picture or request.
One click activates with little thought or exaction
Quite often no communicated reason−no reaction.
Before sharing−add a crumb of cerebric zest!
In these times of epic scientific plagiarism
It’s no wonder lessons from childhood learned−
Those shades of gray became our baptism.
Resulting today in an author’s integrity schism.
For not “owning up” we must be concerned.
February 18, 2016