Essays & Poetry (mine or others) pertaining to historical and current events and burning social issues.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Marketing 101

Jaclyn Smith Cherry Valley Granite Bistro Table

It started with my daughter, Misty, looking out my back door     
at the moss- covered patio and encroaching flora and deciding
“I am going to power wash your patio and trim your hedge as
a belated Mother’s Day present!”
“Okay, who’s going to turn that down? Haven’t considered it
before, but what the hey?”
She arrives with a big set of power clippers and a power washer
and I am impressed! Who taught my kid to do this man chore,
anyway?
In a morning, she opens up and brings light and sunshine to my
 formerly dank,,tiny little patio.
A few days later, I am looking out there, admiring her work
and I think about it returning to its former dank jungle state and in a
phone conversation, Misty suggests I seal the patio. She recommends
picking up a concrete sealant at my local hardware store.
Sealed, the moss won’t grow back and that small fact comforts me.
Then I begin to see how nice it would be to have a little table and
chairs out there, like in a little bistro in Paris, having my tea or
coffee or wine and sitting in the pleasant breeze with a book or
writing pad enjoying the ambiance of a lazy summer day.
So, I go online to see if I can find a bistro set at a reasonable price.
I am gratified to find a set on sale (or so I believe) for $110.
Free shipping. Wow! I am only too  eager to order the cute bistro
set, immediately and put it on my credit card. After all, the total with
tax is only $119.24. What a deal! It has a celebrity name of someone
who’s taste I’ve been pleased with in the past, so the photo of the set
is enough to convince me.
After only the bistro table arrives, I call the company. Ann, the customer
service lady tells me that she is sorry, that the chairs were just "display" and
they would be another hundred bucks! She pardons herself and puts me on
hold. Meanwhile I go back online and see the photo of the table and chairs
and sure enough underneath the illustration is the statement offering only
the table! I am adequately miffed! I begin to think, ‘when I get off the phone,
I am writing a complaint on YELP.’
As I am looking at it longer, I see that the price is $139.99 for the set of chairs.
(She may have set  a timer.)  Ann comes back on the line and says, “Sorry
for the misunderstanding, but usually that set is $139.99, however, I am going to
offer it to you for $100. and free shipping.”
Well, that’s better, I think. All the while, knowing that if I could have talked
with a human being in the first place, this whole incident would not have
happened.
Psychologically I have been outmaneuvered. Now I will take the deal offered
even though I feel played and I am spending almost double the money, which
makes it not that great of a deal and to add insult to my injury, as beautiful as
the granite topped table is, there is clearly a decal on it that reads: Made in
China and I feel double duped because this multi-national company has made
me a traitor to my own culture!


A Traveler in Spook Country




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I was navigating with The Skin Map given me
by Omega Sol
He did not include instructions for Deep Survival
so the arrows and stones rained down on me
I felt like an Imprisoned Guest  
on The Path to Love

The Stuff of Thought, it t was apparent to me
would not be helpful in my
Rehearsal for Love but, intuitively I know
if I just let my emotions flow
I shall soon be singing A Sunday Serenade
to my own true love-and so it goes

And isn’t that the way it is? When we face
our greatest fears, they evaporate up and away
Into the atmosphere

Spook Country is a myth, good Traveler
Just keep walking
There is no script for life
It is all Improv
It is all Improv
It is all Improv

Poof!!

By Rainy Knight-
Constructed at Christopher Luna request to find
ten book titles at Cover to Cover Bookstore and

create a poem-April 2013

Monday, June 1, 2015

Success according to Ralph Waldo Emerson

This is dedicated to all those June graduates who are considering careers based on money and not seeing the bigger picture because they are young. Time, hopefully, will be their greatest teacher.


“Those are a

                    SUCCESS
Who have
Lived well, laughed often and loved much; who have gained the respect of intelligent people and the love of children; who have filled their niche and accomplished the task; who leave the world better than they found it, whether by a perfect poem or a rescued soul; who never lacked appreciation of the earth’s beauty or failed to express it; who looked for the best in others and gave the best they had.”

                                                                -EmersonThe Young Emerson

Sunday, May 31, 2015

                                                                                                                        Henry David Thoreau
This is my favorite quote regarding happiness. I have known a few people in my life who seemed to have it all, except they seemed like they could never be satiated. Some were glum and acted as though they had given up. Some were angry that the life they had envisioned for themselves simply never arrived despite all their gallant efforts.
My father was a simple dairy farmer. I learned happiness lessons from him early on. It was all about attitude! He sang as he worked. He sang happy, quirky songs, not the Blues. I remember him singing:
 Oh what a beautiful morning
 Oh what a beautiful day,
I’ve got a wonderful feeling,
Everything’s going my way
To this day, I sometimes sing it and it always makes me smile and gives me a surge of his love even though he hasn’t been around in years My father was not a singing fool. He achieved a small fortune by investing the sweat- of -his- brow- farm- profits into the stock market. He enjoyed simple pleasures like dessert, especially ice cream  and watching crowds at the county fairs and walks on the beach with his kids when he could get there a couple times a month and the fireworks on the Fourth of July and weekly Saturday suppers with his brothers and their families at the ranch house and arguing and teasing my mother in his own German Swiss way; singing and laughing and being present with family and friends and walking out when he felt like it. I always thought it was probably to have some alone time to have his own daydreams and schemes and to chat with God (which he taught me to do,too)
So, this one’s for you, Pop. When I think of “happiness” you are the first person I think of. I know what a great gift it was to have you as a father and guardian. The butterfly was always close by and it taught me to get on with my life and just let it be…and I do, and remarkably like you, I am happy, too!
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Monday, May 25, 2015

Mekong Delta Blues


Dedicated to an Army Ranger I never really knew.
Way down south, now
on the Mekong Delta
Me and my buddy
smoked a pipe and
watched the war go by
We heard a bomb blast         
and saw a rocket flare
Oh, I was there when
my buddy lost his life…

Chorus:
I don’t care, now
if I live or die, now
and I got a baby girl
and a real sweet wife
But nothin’ matters
in the world, now
since the day I saw
my buddy lose his life

I came home from
a war that mattered
to some muckety-mucks
smokin’ stogies in D.C.
But I can’t think of
anything further
than that day in the swamp
and my buddy and me

My wife is gone, now
she took our baby
shook her head and cried
the day she was free
No more misery
No more worries
all I got left are memories of
Nam and my buddy & me
(Repeat first stanza)
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Saturday, May 16, 2015

Old Shoe

shoe : Illustration of generic blue running shoe with pink heart and shading

What good is a comfy old shoe
Without its mate?
Well worn, seasoned, softened
By long roads and off road
Journeys

Chorus:
Old shoe, old shoe
Where are you?
Old shoe, old shoe
Where are you?

This old shoe wonders where
Its mate is
Walking and walking
Looking and looking
Curious, wondering why
She cannot find him

Chorus:
Old shoe, old shoe
Where are you?
Old shoe, old shoe
Where are you?

Where are you, old shoe?
I’ve been looking for you
For so long-please come
My way- join me?
Let’s walk hand in hand
toward the setting sun...


Chorus:
Old shoe, old shoe
Where are you?
Old shoe, old shoe
Where are you?

Hey! Is that you?


RMK- May 2015


Friday, May 1, 2015

Osprey


Osprey Catching Fish

Little fish swims along
the surface
getting sun, minding
his own business
Did not see the osprey
zeroing in from above
Friend Jade, building
a nature photography portfolio
zooms in as the
Osprey strikes
talons grabbing
innocent fish and
swooping back up
to meet the sky
triumphant in
his catch
Routine day for the osprey
Great day for Jade,
She got the shot!

Bad day for the fish…      raintreepoet, reporting.