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Thursday, January 28, 2016

The Changing of the Dreams


With pride in each move
the dreams from the old world
march away from sleep

Each button shined until
it sparkles
with its invisible
mission to hold
the night together
While shoes are never seen
in these dreams
they are carefully prepared
mirrors of discovery

Each piece of leather gets
a coat of wax
still alive as if attached
to the steer from which it squirms

No animal is hurt in this dream
yet bits and pieces show
their contributions to this soldier
at attention whose efforts
make him a man
where no ceremony generally
exists to help men become men

Some feathers of flying birds
flap in unseen breezes
on top of ceremonial hats

Inflamed honors
for emboldened souls
change position for the crowd

Complete silence is demanded
with straight-back officer phantasms
pointing an index finger
crossing the lips
from the first joint
direct to the tip of his nose
with the head tilted
eyes widened
in a discouraging rage
to whispers from spectators

Dreams change infrequently
which draws an audience
that stands night after night
to wait for the somber moments
complete with militaristic music
composed by pacifists

Always led by the flag
the guard notices
it is not a flag
but a flapping hand
waving good-bye
to the old guard
the old dreams
heading off the platform
to become awake



Barry G. Wick





Thursday, January 21, 2016

My Decision: A Simple Primer for my Adult Children and Grandchildren

    
A post recently seen has called one of our candidates for President of the United States a liar.  This post was directed at Mrs. Clinton.  I do hope Secretary Clinton is a very good liar.
This nation has a habit of electing liars because sometimes we just don't want to know the truth. The liar is elected because the liar has the experience to shade the truth about this awful world. In order to maintain our special American ignorance and our image as a toddler in a world full of adults, a good liar often makes the best President. When the United States has a thousand years of turmoil and confusion under its belt, having a liar as a leader will not be as necessary as it is now.
We've been privy to some of the dark secrets a President will keep from us. We've seen Secretary Clinton in a picture shocked at the happenings thousands of miles away in a Pakistani town full of American enemies.  Live video, audio, and photos of our military powers in action are secrets she has experienced first hand.
She's met more leaders of their nations than any other Secretary of State. The truth has crossed her desk.  Demands for this or that special attention by a foreign leader has widened her eyes in the special knowledge only our trusted national representative can appreciate.  Secrets we'll never know. Some of our soldiers die in battles about which we'll never hear.   Mistakes, too, get made in war.  Any leader has to be strong enough to take the heat.  Only someone who has felt the heat gets qualified to be hot again.  It's the nature of war that blame gets tossed in every direction and more often in just one.
The object of war is to bash your enemy until he says he's had enough.  Or until our side gets what it wants.  What we want is often privileged information.  It could be dollar fifty gas or something we'll never know.  War is confusing.  We need a leader who can choose the best people to assist in seeing through the confusing fog.  No Presidential decisions are made entirely alone or without advice, often from many corners.
My vote will be for Secretary Clinton in the Presidential contest.  It's not about anything other than the most difficult decisions a President must make:  the decision for military action.  Many will think a woman can't and shouldn't make those decisions.  The following histories will never be explained, considered, or understood by younger voters.  We have seen the history of Golda Meier in Israel and the United Kingdom's “Iron Lady” in during the Falkland's War.  I won't be afraid of Mrs. Clinton's decisions when it comes to the security of the United States just as these strong women led their nations.
Will we be lied to about details and about secrets?  Yes.  I'll of approve of it and never know of what I am approving.  It's the nature of accepting a person's leadership.   We must follow with blinders covering part of the view we see.  It is the nature of being a citizen in this large and still young nation.  Yet, we know more than any other citizens have in past generations.  We have the Internet to thank for that.
Being an informed citizen is knowing when a lie is presented to you.  In every election there are many sides tugging at a citizen's vote, mostly from some emotional base of fear.  This election is no different.  Get your “bullshit” detector's out.  Mine have been running for some time.  I'm certain of my decision based upon what I've detected.
President Obama was criticized by right wing advocates for a few tears about victims of a school shooting and perhaps many more victims beyond that.  I want to vote for Hillary Rodham Clinton for President because I think she can take the father who yells at her from a crowd about how she sent his son to die in a somewhere hellhole.  I think she'll be ushered back to her armored limousine thinking about that incident.  There is very likely to be a tear appear in a corner of her eye.  It's the same tear we all have when we can't do anything to make something better, in her case, to relieve the pain of that grief-driven father who can't see the people his son helped before a bullet found its mark.
This nation needs people in leadership who have scabs covering some of the emotions and experiences inside of them.  They aren't removable scabs.  They never fall off.  They protect the scab owner from getting infected.  So many of our Congressional leaders only try to infect their vocal followers with the lines created in some conservative think tank.  Once someone sits in the big chair of the Presidency, all of that jargon has to flow away in a great flood.  That person has to put their head above water in a hurry to save this nation from its enemies.  We have many enemies inside and outside.  She may be smart.  She may be tough.  I am certain she realizes that sitting in the Presidential chair the words of the Constitution of the United States will blaze in neon across her dreams.

Barry G. Wick

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Fettered Democracy


We walk into the political meeting
certain we shall hear the future
certain that the trust we have
will be respected above all else

The rest of the world watches
as we lose our minds in minutia
the correct tie or poorly clipped hair
it is the first impression of democracy

Each of us climbs a mountain
as we step into the voting booth
some of us jump off the cliff
still others scratch away their warpaint

Each lever or X that's scratched
tells us that we are correct
yet when mistakes are made
we never call our decisions bad

Our brain is a dog on a leash
sniffing at the odors along a path
rabbit this way squirrel that
a phrase in the speech tugs the same


Barry G. Wick






Saturday, January 16, 2016

Effortless


(after the saxophone of Wayne Escoffery)


Up down scream focused
cold morning twigs bow
to an irreverent breeze
assists now a vibe
that springs through scales
where chords melt through
cold gas
brother stay on that note
up man up
dream sax
red turns yellow
from beat that never was
when beat was cool
now beat just sits
for those who appreciate
a soft pillow for thought
that drives old brass
from new lips
you reed to me sir
from the book of vibration



Barry G. Wick

Thursday, December 31, 2015

News Yearth 2016

News Yearth 2016

So a news yearth comes agained,
making this an age old trend,
and so my elbow doth be bend,
to toast with milk, you, dear friend.



Barry G. Wick

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Tinsel

Some memories
take so long to fade
They are made of people
who have passed through
my life
or gave it to me

I want them all with me
now
around some live tree
covered in lights
still attached
to its roots
much as I am
to the people
who were mine

Please help me celebrate

Your darkness must
become the light
my life once had
after many years
filled with grief

too many lost
to age or sickness

Oh glorious light
push away the darkness
make a wall
that gradually expands
enough for breath
to reach my lungs
while they draw
their life into me

I am ready to smile
despite every ache
and darkest memory
which colors its black
beyond the lines
I was told to stay within

Come my friends
come to me again
if only
in a dream's reflection
your smiles
mirrored on Christmas
that sees everything now
with a library of strands
that hang into this future
when I can see
the wisdom of tinsel



Barry G. Wick





Sunday, December 13, 2015

Beethoven Between Dreams

It is after
the first few hours of sleep
the night begins to glow
in the steps through mental snow
following the blizzard of years
as we wander through the keep

The Moonlight, Sir,
invades the process of thought
and what days created it
the process of selecting
between black and white
between major and minor
runs up the scale at night
when dreams that are bought
repeat themes knocking at the door

Sinking into remembrance
fingers fly hesitantly
across the keyboard
finding a letter here
and the joy of chance
in new melody near
when dark around us
peers over the shoulder
at the small sparks
that light the fingers
in their joyful dance

Always drifts begin to close
upon the gates then open
where feet through memory
run when no fence will hold
and the need to doze
intrudes it twists and trills
to lean back into the drama
of a neat little glimmer
where fates await
their dream eludes


Barry G. Wick




Saturday, December 12, 2015

The Wind

The wind pushed trees
in a bully's attempt
to game the playground
just the other day

They stumbled a bit
as if there
was another wind
on the ground
just behind their knees

Each tree had seen
this trick before
as trees are often
older than they say

Each year is much the same
to us on the same playground
though our roots
are rarely as sturdy
as we'd like them to be

Sometimes we fall over
not from any wind
that raises itself before us
but from falling years

Each year crashes into us
as if propelled by
an accidental push
from an unseen hand
to which was cocked a shaking fist

Hopeless standing our ground
we wish we could
fly through leafless trees
in an imagination of wind

Those leafless trees
are often the later years
in which our health
forces a rooting
to an unfamiliar place

And so we let the wind of years
though our leafless branches
accepting the constant
push from the bully of time


Barry G. Wick


Sunday, December 6, 2015

Tennis Balls

In a very large room
are tennis balls
that represent
the molecules
in my hand

Thank you Alan Watts
for that image
but sir
I am enlightened
where I am

Nirvana

I see the tennis balls
as all the smiles
needed to accept it
All the molecules
in my body too

All I have to do is smile
with every molecule
in me
So I smile all the time
to thank everyone
for their help and themselves
with my smile
and the words behind it

all the molecules
all the smiles
all the words

When I jump
from tennis ball
to tennis ball
I'm not certain I smile
because there is so
much time in my hand
then no time at all
like the present
So I give myself the present
to jump with a smile


Barry G. Wick


Thursday, December 3, 2015

The Old Comet-Asteroid Decision



No more destroying cities
no more floods'
just no more
the creator doesn't seem
to understand
what starts on this planet
and gets to the creator's ear
is cacophony

Some want this
some want that
everyone who prays
can't seem to get together
with the others who pray
4000 plus religions
on one planet
the creator's head shakes
back and forth
as the hands shake
Is it a wave good-bye


And so the creator walks across
the universe
mumbling
It's sad
So creative a talent
now unable to make a decision

time for the old comet-asteroid trick
the destruction can be blamed
on something without mind
it's on the way
it's been on the way
since the beginning of time
just like the other ones

we just have to wait


Barry G. Wick