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A Spanking is needed


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The world needs to be taken and spanked

No admonishments, no time outs, no taking away

of their favorite pastimes, friends or toys.

Just simply bend them over, pull down their pants,

and SMACK!

Kick your legs, wail and cry if you must world,

but its long over due.

Like “Oh Fudge” there are certain words or phrases that cannot

be undone or taken back,

nor deeds that need to be reasoned or examined.

Vicious little children at times,

knowing sticks and stones do break

bones as their words

words sink in and bite them.

I want to spank the world until their breath

comes in shudders and they are barely

able to mutter, a single syllable of hate.

Feel the shame burn below,

Feel the lesson course in your soul

that begs to be enlightened.

Sit gingerly and remember the pain

and know it may come again

if you continue your childish

ways.

Grow up oh little world,

Grown up.

 

 

Philip Wardlow 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Keshia Thomas reflects on saving man from beating outside KKK rally


Keisha

 

Below Article written by

By Ryan Stanton | ryanstanton@mlive.com The Ann Arbor News
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on October 31, 2013 at 5:35 AM, updated October 31, 2013 at 12:39 PM

http://www.mlive.com/news/ann-arbor/index.ssf/2013/10/former_ann_arborite_reflects_o.html

 

Keshia Thomas is now in her 30s and living in Texas, but she’s still remembered for an act of courage and kindness at the age of 18 when she saved a man in a Confederate shirt from being beaten outside a Ku Klux Klan rally in Ann Arbor.

The Ann Arbor News caught up with Thomas by phone on Wednesday as accounts of her inspiring story from the 1996 incident were once again making their way around the web following a feature story in BBC News Magazine.

“Personally, the one thing I take away from it is that you never know what change can happen in just a moment,” she said of how things unfolded that day. “Whether you do the right thing or the wrong thing, change happens in just a moment.”

Thomas was with an anti-KKK group protesting the rally the white supremacist organization was holding outside Ann Arbor’s city hall on June 22, 1996. At one point, a woman with a megaphone shouted, “There’s a Klansman in the crowd!”

Thomas, who was still in high school, turned and saw Albert McKeel Jr., clad in a Confederate shirt with a Nazi tattoo on his arm. It wasn’t long before mob mentality took over and the crowd had McKeel on the ground.

Thomas, horrified to see the man being kicked and beaten, threw herself on top of McKeel to shield him from the blows.

Thomas said she hasn’t had any contact with McKeel since that day, but she did meet one of his family members some months after the incident. She said a younger man came up to her in a coffee shop and thanked her.

“For what?” she asked. “That was dad,” the man replied.

Learning that the man had a son, Thomas said, gave her a greater perspective on everything.

“Imagine what would have happened if they had killed his father out there,” she said. “That would have just been another person filled with anger, hate and revenge.”

Attempts to reach McKeel were unsuccessful.

Thomas, who was born in Detroit and raised in Ann Arbor, said she moved out of the area back in 2002 and lived in southern California for a while before moving to Houston about a year ago, where she now works at a restaurant.

She said she still has family in the Ann Arbor area and plans to move back to Michigan before long so she can be part of the revitalization of Detroit.

“Detroit is getting a lot of negative attention with the bankruptcy and everything that’s going on, but I’m really proud of what people are doing there,” she told the Ann Arbor News on Wednesday. “We have to continue to go forward.”

Thomas said she’s concerned about the violence that plagues the city, where the homicide rate is the highest it’s been in 20 years and shootings occur daily. FBI crime statistics show Detroit witnessed 386 homicides in 2012.

“You can’t change an environment like Detroit until you change people’s thought process,” Thomas said. “If you can change somebody’s mind, thoughts and ideas, then their actions change, and that’s the most important thing.”

Thomas said she’s still trying to make a difference in the world and still trying to break down racial stereotypes through small acts of kindness.

She said disaster relief work has been a passion of hers over the years, whether that’s meant going to Ground Zero after the twin towers fell or helping those in need following Hurricane Katrina and wildfires in California.

 

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Word from me:

To add to this story, McKeel’s son found her later in his life and thanked her for stepping in  to protect his father that day.  I think that right there shows a lot about the effect she had. The son didn’t have to come to seek her out, but he did, the son of a clansman  sought to seek her out to thank her .

Imagine that….. 🙂

 

#unsung

 

 

 

Chaos also dances


Chaos also dances~

 

Angels may dance on the head of a pin

but no one  has ever told you that their partners

called Chaos are dressed in drab coats

disheveled and dirty with drink in hand, barely

able to stand as they try to keep up with the music.

They fling obscenities to the wind, raucous and rank.

Who invited them to this dance?

Did they come of their own volition or did they

receive in the mail  a nagging invitation,

with promise of delicious Hor D’oeuvres served on

a golden plate to soothe a palate knowing only

seeming hate.

There is only so much room on this floor.

Only so much of  this crowd that this world

can allow.

This pushing, this jostling, as elbows fly.

So, I shall take my drink and withdraw to

the balcony, stepping into the

cool night air.

And toast the moon and the stars, wishing I was

anywhere but here.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2016

 

 

 

Message in a Bottle Received


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After a hundred bottles or more

that had been cast out to sea,

an answer finally washed upon my shore

one morn much to my chagrin.

For you see, it simply read,

“Stop littering the seas with your sad and woeful pitiful pleas,

and just leave us be you little fucker! Leave us be!”

 

by Philip Wardlow 2016

 

 

Still only


Still only~

Time will eat  at you while you’re still alive  picking your bones clean like a vulture, swallowing you in big gulps but with no droppings to follow later.

Every molecule of you will be forgotten in history…every thought…every nuance to what was you …gone…simply gone.  One day.

Just the ask the dinosaur’s bones that litter the world. What were their names? What great sonnets did they compose? What grand edifices did they erect in honor of their forgotten gods? We are but dinosaurs, waiting for our grand event to expire us.

I say that’s all fine and good, but could we at least grow to be as smart and civil as the dinosaurs that came before us?

Let’s finally leave our caves  once and for all. We discovered fire and the wheel a long time ago but really have made no progress since.

Perhaps a fingernail’s thickness only I imagine. A lot for us I am sure in the short time on this planet…but still only a fingernail.

by Philip Wardlow 2016

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Hug me


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Artwork by Christian Ward

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hug Me~

 

A woman will always want  a hug more than a man

but a man will always need a hug more than a woman.

Neither knows why.

She will want his presence close; his arms and his heart.

In that very moment as he embraces,

he will be her harbor for all the days

that he holds her.

He will need her light and the one

she sees in him when he cannot.

Through that embrace, her light will envelop

him and strengthen him for all his days

to come.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quote of the Day – Value


“One’s life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, and compassion”

by Simone de Beauvoir

My Gay Agenda by Alisa Hutton


Hello guys…

I ran across this blog by Alisa Hutton whom I do not follow, but was directed to by someone that does; a one Candice Louisa Daquin over at thefeatheredsleep   I think it is a great post  and sums up the feelings I think a lot of people may be having regarding the Orlando shooting whether as  a family, friend, or spectator to it all like me…so please read this small excerpt, then head over to Alisa’s sight to read the remaining portion which brings ups very good points about our perceptions and place in life…

My Gay Agenda by Alisa Hutton

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Sometimes I want to write something and I just don’t know how to start it. Sometimes something happens in the world and I want to cry and yell and grieve and shout words until it is all out of my system and the world is right and sensible again. I know when I feel like this that usually my heart is just hurting and what I need to do is just be quiet for a while and put a little extra love in to myself and others.

Call me crazy but when the world seems to be upside down on its logical head I feel the one thing we can do that won’t cause any more destruction is love. It seems safe to me, sensible and more here…