THE SUBTLE SHIFT (Unfinished Observation of the World at Large, from a Time Ago)


Where comes the rift, the subtle shift of Ideals?
In process, execution, and impetus, what was once One's tenant
is now Another's appeal.

There was, once, an Umbrella, a Headline, an Over-view:
Democrats were blue collar, Republicans were white,
but now, it seems all of that has skewed.

The inter-relation of the Information Age has allowed
force, and of course, it's attendant rage.
But no one can solve anything, let alone become involved,
by simply typing a sentence onto a page.

The couching whispers of deals made, laid, or gone wrong,
are now the speak of the affected, underneath.
What is dealt with, in essentuality, is ephemeral,
the Truth, so hidden and used, is becoming unleashed.

But what Was is no solution either.
It's only awareness, come to light.
What does one do for longevity, or integrity,
without knowing it has to grow, and not by a fight?

The adjectives are flowing, barbed, and vicious.
He said/She said is just more conundrum stalemate rage.
When underneath, the underpinnings of society
are only asking for the fair share that they create.

There is no Top, without a Bottom.
There is no Lording Over without something underneath to scoff.
You cannot be, or even seem, to be above anything
without acknowledgement of what holds you there, aloft.

Busy-ness instead of business has become usual.
Business as unusual is becoming inured.
So commonplace, looked at, askance, oh that again;
until it bursts, and people must shout to even be heard.

Callousness is the norm, not the wayside,
oh, another murder, robbery, assault; the numbers grow.
Facts and fiction are blurred by the blather of sensation,
leaving Truth floundering, underneath the Tide's flow.

But the Umbrella-View too, has shifted.
Dems want tax adjustments Top down, to protect their hoard.
While Republicans have moved toward the underpinnings,
realizing Labor's share isn't granted, and can no longer be ignored.

Everything grows from the bottom to the top,
from the seed, to the flower, to the fruit.
And the fruit will rot if the seed beneath
is not fed, and nourished, from it's root.

Futures are being built upon futures;
money's bet on how much money might be made.
But it's all ephemeral, and to enforce it,
you have to skew how the rules are played.

Tech is an old adjective itself, meaning 'really,'
or 'mechanically,' or 'it ought to be So.'
But technically speaking, it's just another Umbrella,
an Ideal, but with allowances for life to allow growth.

You cannot grow Technology, nor can you eat it;
you might try to export it, but then it's stolen, off the ether.
So, it's a very hard thing to keep propriety over,
and the courts are jammed with battles to declare leaders.

Anti-Trust itself has come to a crossroad;
the very word's become a self-fulfilling prophesy.
As if having Trust in the Anti
is justification of defiance of interdependency.

Planned obsolescence, newer, faster, better
has been the wheel to keep churning out the same.
Cheap imports from a society that's exploding,
why they're known for raping Rhinos for fertility needs not be explained.

while fertility comes from raping Rhinos
is one of their claims to fame.

people seek immortality by ignoring being mortal,
by not seeing above, nor underneath.
the air is as free as the ocean,
if we can't see it, it in turn, must not see We.

who knows what grows in the other elements
beside the Us that takes it to drink, and breathe.
if you want to know, just watch the fish, and the birds;
their behavior likens to all, begin to end, in entropy.

There is only so much Taking, without also Giving;
to continue, flourish and replenish takes forethought.
To live in a way that lies beyond a grave
is a Beginning, not an Ending, so often fought.

We don't always know where Collusions are started,
but where they lead is what is coming to be known.

If only we could return Earth's cushioning layers,
the shale, coal, gas and waters that are our Keep,
the liquids and solids that are our Composite,
for the sake of raping them, burned off in quick release.

As if Life is never-ending, the 
Wellspring never used up.
But now, we explore Space, another universe to abhor,
as ours is polluted enough.

By penetrating the cushioning layers of Earth we usurped,
what will we have furthered of Life?

The Great Reclamation, Txgiving 2017
clear Cruzer thumb - file mp3's,

Did I write this?!  When?
Manifesto, of my Intentions, any way 'round.


Graphic:  "Blue Plate Special", Original, Watercolor, by Tam Peterson.  One of my prized icons I have have begun tussling with.

I don't know how to dispose of a four thousand dollar painting, either.  Work around it, because it's still around.

Time comes, but then - that's all it ever does.

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Comment by The Songbird on April 20, 2018 at 8:32pm

My current tussle with writing is platform.  I found this piece by a vague memory, and found it, formatted in Pages, impossible to copy out to even an email to myself, ran my file hierarchy, found an old copy, from - whence it was written I suppose (no date), but the inability to have a WP page to just toss my thoughts to without extreme tussles with what the machine will allow as input, let alone how it translates to a webpage, is a drag.  I don't believe in Big Brother's usurpation of know-ledge, or any such thing.  But I do know the frustration of not just - typing.  I have theories about just how low the common denominator might get, but -- why invite more trouble?   I just put this here so I can read it, and figure out why this path is still with me.  If this was taken off a thumb drive ... it's ooooold.  But - it still is the True, for me, so - I kinda like that.  At least it means I behave according to my tenants, and if someone doesn't believe me, or I make them bristle, I have no defense. It's just an obxervation.  I like writing, for that way. 

Comment by Foolish Monkey on April 21, 2018 at 4:21am

A valiant effort, and elegant too. 

The topic is the problem. Theres no elegance. there isn't even grit. Its as if  reality is beside the point.. And lets face it, reality is what politics should be about. 

today its all deception and theater. So or becomes impossible to address it without addressing its truth or lack of. 

And in politics and now the politics of the internet, the lies and the gloating are really (as mccluhan would say) the massage. 

Comment by koshersalaami on April 21, 2018 at 5:04am

“There is no Top without a Bottom” is a great line, and maybe the central line to this piece. Ignoring the common ground has proven dangerous. 

Comment by The Songbird on April 21, 2018 at 7:11am

Thanks, you two.  Deception and theatre, hmmm!  And Reality being beside the point.  And also the danger OF ignoring that center point.  Oh - FM -- I also like that "ARE the massage."  Hahaha.  Sigmund (and I) love you.  But seriously, I DO think on this a lot -- where IS the center-point, and just HOW is it non-obvious?  Like that part about the air and water.  Duh.  I guess I natter at it, as I'm looking for that way around it.  What can I - DO? - or behave like? - how and whence COMES a shift?  At least for my own self, sphere, world.  I have done a lot of changing with friends, some still around, some not, but for the very reason that I did, or did not, want them to be any longer.  Now, without so many people sucking around me, I am not assumed to be a perennial provider of -- what ever they came for.  But -- now, I am also free to see the same thing in the larger world, and - seek a remedy.  "Asking" was one you and I discussed a bit last week on a post, Kosh, and I am finding that to be VERY helpful.  Putting that into action, doing the best I can to right something that felt ooooh so wrong to me, asking if I can finally please say what I feel my part was in an icky situation - AND - suggesting a remedy.  I've found people to be very much receptive, attentive, and more balanced.  The -- initial thrust of anything is a center-point, like 'what's yer motive?' -- to just think on that when something seems going off-balance, but keeping some ...? what?  Indifference?  Perhaps. Not to the extent that you deny your feeling, as that IS your information, but to not be combative is indeed an endeavor.

The things that skirt around me, the 'problems' 'blames' 'behaviors' are all the same mobius conundrum, double-speak, and so -- like, what would haters, (at least in my eyes) like Neo-Not-Sees, DO without Black peoples?  What would they spar with?  Each other?  Does anyone ask them just what Utopia they seek?  How can one stay in the question, be open, but also have Aim?

That's why I was looking for this piece, from a lovely conversation last night with a gal that has been an acquaintance for a long time, and wanting to befriend each other more.  I thought, surely, with these one-word titles I use, I have had something to say about Shift.  This was the only piece I found, but it is a good way for me to 'root' or 'pray' out my intentions, BY seeing all points.  The hitch with writing programs popped up as well, no idea why I can't find this original, or insert it in any program I have to finish it up, reformat, or edit it.  You can see where it began to ebb.  So, I'll just leave it, but --- I like the wisdoms of those who converse about such things with me; graci for that.  

I also wanted to begin to post in a way I said in the discussions with Wolfman's post about To Us, here at OS, and our own interactions.  Add a bit of the impetus for the piece, and invite.  

Comment by Safe Bet's Amy on April 21, 2018 at 7:52am

There is only so much Taking, without also Giving;
to continue, flourish and replenish takes forethought.

^^THAT^^  should be tattooed on everyone's forehead before they are allowed to post here.  LOL

Comment by Foolish Monkey on April 21, 2018 at 8:15am

When I write poetry I use any text app at hand.  I worry about formatting later if I cant make it happen on the spot.  But you’re far better at this than I am.  I just ramble-poem or blast-poem or sing the song and let it happen. Then I edit like a fool. 

Shift. movement and flow-stop.  That’s what comes to me first.  It’s physical nature. But that’s me. 

Comment by Anna Herrington on April 21, 2018 at 8:47am

I like the "Did I write this? When?" at the end  : )

Songbird, both you and Monkey post poetry I re-read and always find really good bits to mull over and a general gladness I read them, but I just never quite know what to say. Beyond my words - just appreciation and maybe a it of awe you all can string thoughts and words so beautifully and in such thought provoking ways....

ahh, the gift of the poet.

Thank goodness you and Monkey and sometimes TG are still posting poetry! Miss Rita's words, too. 

Comment by Foolish Monkey on April 21, 2018 at 9:27am

I miss Miss Reets.  I do wish she'd come back a little bit....just a bissel (as they say in yiddish).


Comment by The Songbird on April 21, 2018 at 8:17pm

Howdy, SafeBet -- It's the thing FM said - reality is elsewhere.  They're interdependent, but the Other Side of anything is in trying to GET what you'd like, instead of INSIST.  Drives me nuts.  People tell; they don't ask!  Nice to see you, tx. 

Comment by The Songbird on April 21, 2018 at 8:22pm

Hi, Monkey -- THAT is the point, on the type-template thing, as you mentioned first.  My prob is the ones I have, I think, Pages will not just create a second page - you have to ask a 2nd page, then format that one!  And they don't read each other, not even Word.  But anyway -- I like the pomes you write, and love knowing they're stream-of-conk, tweak later.  Or - sung!  That rhyme thing does lend itself to music.  


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