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Nov 2018 · 699
One’s More Than Many
Bill MacEachern Nov 2018
I’m alone a lot
But, then again
I’m really not

I may only
Have you
But you’re more
Than will ever do

Some may
Have many
But for many
That’s none

Having only you
Makes their many
Seem so
Outdone
Love Friendshio loyalty
Nov 2018 · 532
Remnants Of Ma
Bill MacEachern Nov 2018
I really didn’t know my mother
I knew her moods
But, I didn’t know her
And I really don’t think she knew her children
She knew our names...mostly
But, she didn’t know us
I know my mother loved singing
I heard my mother sing
"How much is that doggie in the window”
And
One of my favorites
"Charming Billy"
I know she liked to cook
I know she read The Godfather and Valley Of The Dolls
I know she liked having a party
I know family holidays STRESSED her out
I know she had many friends
I know she drank a lot
I know she went out a lot
I know she drank and went out a lot with her many friends
I know she had many blackouts
I know she could go from very pleasant to wicked mean, instantly, especially when drinking
I know that she hated my father
I think she hated my father for not doing what needed to be done to make it all work out
I think maybe she resented her sons for being his sons
I know my mother was brutalized by her father
I know my mothers father followed my mother wherever she went as a teen because he didn’t trust her
I know my mothers father called her terrible names that a father should not call a daughter
I know that my mother married an alcoholic who gambled too much and beat her for his own sins
I wish I knew other things instead of these things about my mother
But...
I know my mother would have liked me to remember other things too...
Nov 2018 · 415
Ezra Schwartz
Bill MacEachern Nov 2018
Ezra Schwartz  
Oct 1, 1997 —  Nov 19, 2015

The dice of terror
Was cast that day
Young Ezra’s life  
Was taken away

He went to Israel
For his gap year
To study at yeshiva
And volunteer

During a Mitzvah
To feed some soldiers
The van was ambushed  
By Jew hating ogres  

It mattered not  
They knew not him
Or that his heart flowed
With Simchas Hachaim

To those you touched
You were a young Mensch
To all who knew you
Your loss is immense

Young Ezra Schwartz  
I’ll never know you
For they took you away
For being a Jew

But what they don’t realize
You’re still here with us
You’re everywhere you smiled
And in everyone you touched
Ezra Schwartz was from a town not far from me, he went to Israel for a year to study and Volunteer before he started college back in Massachusetts. The van he was traveling in on his way to drop sandwiches off to Israeli soldiers was ambushed, young Ezra, at 18 was shot and killed.by terrorists .
Nov 2018 · 397
Here Comes The Gun
Bill MacEachern Nov 2018
It’s happened again
A message’s been sent
By using a gun
Instead of a pen

Again I awake
To the news of this hate
While rubbing my eyes
I learn of their fate

There’s something so wrong
When you rise for the sun
Yet all you see
Is hate, hate and guns

By: Bill MacEachern
11/08/2018
Another senseless shooting at Thousand Oaks, California
Nov 2018 · 135
VOTE!!
Bill MacEachern Nov 2018
Today is the day
Where we all get to say
Who makes a change
And
Who won’t

Take a good friend
Or one on the mend
As long as they intend
To vote

It’s not just
Our right
It’s
Their hard fought fight
We owe it to all
So
LET’S VOTE!!
Politics
Nov 2018 · 522
FACEBOOK
Bill MacEachern Nov 2018
Facebook was fun
Now...
Not so much
We use to
Share pictures
And music
And stuff

Now
It’s a stage
For
Heated debate
On how
To make
AMERICA GREAT

Facebook was fun
Now...
Not so much
We’d find
Long lost friends
Or An old
Crush

Now it’s a
Shame
It’s  not
Like before
Facebook’s
Become
One giant bore
Nov 2018 · 126
No Words
Bill MacEachern Nov 2018
At times I’m at
A loss for words
And so I write
Some things
I’ve heard
Things that
May not
Be so true
But who
Would care
Would I
Would you

It’s not like truth
Is all that they say
It could be last night
As well as today
I’ve seen it go
Here
As well as go
There
But one thing is
Certain
It’s not always
Clear

And so I write
Nothing today
Nothing to
Share
Nor nothing
To say
But write
I will
Until
I fill
This blank
And
Lonely
Page

By:Bill MacEachern
Nov 2018 · 223
"Snowflake"
Bill MacEachern Nov 2018
I’m always compelled to help
And give more than I can take
I care for the bullied and beaten
Yet called a weak "Snowflake"

The fact that I care so much
A trait I could never forsake
So demonize and criticize me
And call me a gorgeous "Snowflake"

By: Bill MacEachern
Oct 2018 · 118
SHOUT
Bill MacEachern Oct 2018
SHOUT
I will not be silent
I must speak out
It is my country
So I will SHOUT

Silence gives strength
To the unjust
Silence is a noose
For all of the rest

So, let’s all SHOUT OUT
Against all that is WRONG
Let’s all SHOUT OUT
Right voices be strong
Oct 2018 · 164
MacEachern
Bill MacEachern Oct 2018
My name is Bill MacEachern
But Andrew calls me Bup
Phonetically Ma Geck Grin
And people ***** it up

My Name is Bill MacEachern
A full blown Mac I am
Others are McEachern
But really we're the same

My name is Bill MacEachern
Scottish are the Mac's
Irish is McEachern
Though that's not always fact

My name is Bill MacEachern
Son of = Mac
Eachern= HorseLord
It's all in Gaelic
Just a ditty on my Gaelic last name
Oct 2018 · 472
Imperfect Union
Bill MacEachern Oct 2018
IMPERFECT UNION

Oh whoa is US
What can we do
Our perfect union’s
So long overdue

We The People
Have been here before
Back 15 years
And 20 score more

We fought our neighbors
Our brothers too
Oh whoa was US
And what we did do

Those battle drums
They beat again
Not Reb’s, not Yank’s
Now, Rep’s and Dem’s

Oh whoa is US
What can we do
Our perfect union’s
About to undo
Apr 2018 · 914
One Day At A Time
Bill MacEachern Apr 2018
One Day At A Time

I’m still alive
Though not intact
I strive and strive
To stay on track

I try, I fail
I try again
I need to heal
It never ends

The coarse was set
With little wind
My sail’s a net
It’s hard to win

LIke a tattoo
One stain at a time
What I’ve accrued
Is pain in my prime

I work what I got
With smiles and grins
I want to give up
But fight giving in

So I’ll go on
One day at a time
Till I am upon
Life’s finish line

Written By: Bill MacEachern
I’ve experienced many downfalls in. My life,  physical and mental abuse from mother and father, abandoned by father,  alcoholic  Parents, victim of ****** abuse, discovered my mother when she died...
I was falsely accused of child ****** abuse(found innocent) and had a shotgun stuck in my face during a bank robbery...
I attempted suicide several times, at least two were serious ,
My first attempt of sobriety was at the age of 20.  A year after my mother died, I was successful for 5 years....
Bent on and off sobriety several times since, at this moment, sober again for 5plus years...
The poem is trying to describe what I feel is the reasons for my struggles in being more successful in life than I’ve been, it’s as if I have preprogramming to failure...
Apr 2017 · 258
Someone
Bill MacEachern Apr 2017
SOMEONE

Someone's Love
Someone's Kid
Someone's Brother
God forbid

Someone's Ma
Someone's Friend
Someone's Aunty
On the mend

Someone's Pop
Someone's Swoon
Someone's gone
Way too soon

Someone's Daughter
Someone's Son
Someone's Hopes
When all begun

Someone's Sadness
Someone's Fears
Someone's Life
Now
Filled with tears

William J. MacEachern
03/2017
Apr 2017 · 232
Learned Love
Bill MacEachern Apr 2017
Learned Love

At first
For us
It was Love
It was Lust
It was learning
And stress
And all of the rest

Battles and wars
And slamming some doors
So many "it's over!"
And lots of
"We're through!"
Said with conviction
What were we to do

We tried no more talking
And some Friend Blocking
We lied to our friends
What were we to do

Well....
What we did do
Was give in to truth
The love that we share
Is not without fear
But the friendship we hold
Will grow till we're old
Apr 2017 · 246
Poem For You
Bill MacEachern Apr 2017
POEM FOR YOU

A poem for you
Is what I will do
Put down some words
Ones not yet heard

They will say love
In such a fine way
With title above
That says what I say

A poem for you
Is all that will do
Words that will rhyme
With just the right time

They will say, You
Are all that I need
Words that are true
Is what you will read
Dec 2016 · 232
Strength
Bill MacEachern Dec 2016
Like a lone link
Of an anchor chain
Or a single rail
On tracks of a train
One's much as many
If strength be maintained
Analogy
Dec 2016 · 314
Dilution
Bill MacEachern Dec 2016
Like a grain of sand
On a desert plain
Or hand held fan
In a hurricane
Tears go unnoticed
While crying in the rain
Analogy
Dec 2016 · 479
Truth
Bill MacEachern Dec 2016
I came to love
Unexpectedly
A picture of her
Is what I did see

This lady in red
And full of charm
Invited me in
With open arms

We lived, We loved
With all our heart
Yet fought like foes
With Martial Art

Back and forth
Forth and back
Our Love unwavering
Forever intact

Whether together
Whether apart
I'll always love her
With all of my heart
Love
Oct 2016 · 304
The Eagle Cries On Tuesday
Bill MacEachern Oct 2016
I'm frightened
I'm worried
I'm very concerned
I see all of US
And how we have turned
Against one another
For this one or that
Its all or its nothing
That's where we are at
I care as you do
With all of my heart
Im worried and frightened
This tears US apart
Political
Oct 2016 · 621
November 8, 2016
Bill MacEachern Oct 2016
November 8, 2016

Oh what to do
We've only
These two
One is a liar
The other askew

We are so divided
On who'll be decided
The News
And their pundits
Are all so one sided

We debate and discuss
On who'd be less fuss
When sadly
we know
Neither's a plus

I don't have the answer
Or know all the truths
But one thing I know
I love all of You!

Bill MacEachern 10/16/16
Oct 2016 · 269
Found And Lost
Bill MacEachern Oct 2016
New found love
Is truly sweet
And if lost
As bittersweet
Life with love
Is life replete
Life without
Is incomplete

Losing love
Will leave us scarred
The love we shared
Will now be marred
But having had
What we had not
Was better than not having
What we had sought
Oct 2016 · 602
Love Was
Bill MacEachern Oct 2016
Love was grand
Then went bad
Love was happy
Then turned sad
Love was worship
Churned to scorn
Love was life
Burnt and mourned

Love is worth
All it tolls
All the warts
And all it's moles
I'll do it again
If only I could
With all the bad
And all the good
Sep 2016 · 231
Undecided
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
What are we to do
If it doesn't matter who
What are we to say
If all truth goes astray

They'll say anything
To bring us all in
They'll sell their own soul
To gain full control

We mustn't get divided
With rhetoric so one sided
We mustn't be so fooled
With those who hope to rule

Choose your choice wisely
Don't take your vote lightly
Choose whats in your heart
Don't let US come apart
Sep 2016 · 228
Always
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
I'll always remember
The day we met
Those feelings felt
I'll never forget

I'll always have
Those times of ours
Those days we spent
Road tripping for hours

I'll always treat
Our memories fondly
Though at times
They went so oddly

I'll always know
We were destined to be
Not meant forever
But only a spree

This,
I'll always know
That treasure of
That first hello
Sep 2016 · 353
Pocket Pal
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
Picked it up
When just a kid
Found I had talent
Was just always hid

Play it by ear
No music is read
Lucky that way
It's all in the head

Whip it out!!
Is what I hear say
Whip it out!!
And let's hear you play

Blues is my music
Makes me happy
Blues is the music
My ears plainly see

Jonathan Edwards
In his shanty
Makes room for
Wammer Jammer Dickie

My Harps always there
When happy or sad
I whip it right out
Even when I am mad

My Harp is my Friend
A true pocket Pal
I love my Harmonica
Can't you all tell
Sep 2016 · 593
Tater Cater
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
I like taters
Yes indeed
I like taters
With my meat

I like taters
Don't you too
I like taters
In my stew

You like taters
Tell me please
You like taters
With
Cream cheese

Who likes taters
All mashed up
Who likes taters
With Ketchup

I have taters
Everyday
Mashed
Baked
Boiled
With
Gravy
Sep 2016 · 1.6k
Tin Can Man
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
I eat ravioli
Out of the can
Not because I have to
But
Because I can

I eat ravioli
Out of the can
Chef Boyardi baby
No
Need for a pan

I eat ravioli
Out of the can
Just like I use to
When
Was a young man

When I was a young man
Hitching across this land
I'd eat my Chef Boyardi
Out of the tin can
Sep 2016 · 470
My Everything
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
I didn't know.
I didn't think
That you would be  
My everything
  
My everything  
Indeed you are
My every thought
Is you by far
  
I think of you  
As music plays
Of how you sing
And dance  
Your way
  
I think of you  
And how you took
This lonely heart
And made it shook
  
I think of Us  
And all the hours
Amazing too
This love of Ours
  
I hadn't known.
I hadn't thought
This love of ours
Would be this hot
Sep 2016 · 207
Love's Longing
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
I miss you my Darling
In such a bad way
I know that I shouldn't
Or dare even say

But I do
I Honestly do
I honestly find myself
Longing for you

As if we've been we
For life and a day
I miss you I do
I do dearly say
Sep 2016 · 210
Cure
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
You are the cure
Of my desires
And the spark
That sets me on fire

When sick with love
And start to sink
I reach for you
And take a drink

I need your love
Forever more
Your love to me
Is my drugstore

You are the cure
Of what ails me
And its cause...
Perpetually
Sep 2016 · 307
Half Hearted
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
I searched for you
One half of a heart  
When I found  you  
My mind blew apart  
  
Our love is as certain  
As night is to dark  
As clear as Romeo's  
Ear for the lark  
  
I'll be with you always  
And always be there  
I'm one half of you  
Our hearts halved to share
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ALL THAT IS
INTERESTING

The Crazy And Charming Theory Of Love In Plato’s “Symposium”
By John Schellhase on March 16, 2015
Plato Symposium
A symposium scene on a 5th century BCE Greek cup currently housed in the State Antiquities Collection in Munich, Germany. Source: Wikimedia
Written 2,400 years ago, Plato’s philosophical novella, Symposium, includes one of the weirdest – and most charming – explanations of why people fall in love ever invented. Plato gives this trippy exegesis to the playwright Aristophanes, who appears as a character in the book.


Before turning to Aristophanes’s odd speech, let’s set the stage. First, we’re at a dinner party. Wealthy Athenian men have gathered, as they often did, to drink wine, eat, philosophize, and carouse with women, younger men, or each other. On this (fictional) occasion, the guests are all playwrights and philosophers and they include Plato’s idol Socrates. As the night progresses, the conversation turns to the meaning of love.


In the Greek world, two-and-a-half millennia ago, writers and thinkers often viewed love with suspicion because it aroused passions that could drive a man to abandon responsibility, obsess, and/or go mad. But the guests at this symposium seek to find what is praiseworthy about love. One man says it makes lovers brave, particularly homosexual soldiers who serve alongside each other in the army; their love would make them more valiant than the loveless. Later Socrates suggests that learning to love is a step toward discovering higher beauty and truth, such as offered by philosophy.

Plato Symposium Detail
Detail from the 1869 painting ‘Plato’s Symposium’ by Anselm Feuerbach on display at the Staatliche Kunsthalle Karlsruhe, one of Germany’s more prestigious art museums. Source: Cultural Institute
The most memorable speech of the night – and the strangest – comes from Aristophanes. After recovering from a bout of hiccups, the playwright starts his speech. Instead of an intellectual discourse, he tells a story, a myth of the origins of love.

Aristophanes says that at the beginning of the world human beings looked very different:

“Primeval man was round, his back and sides forming a circle; and he had four hands and four feet, one head with two faces, looking opposite ways, set on a round neck and precisely alike… He could walk upright as men now do, backwards or forwards as he pleased, and he could also roll over and over at a great pace, turning on his four hands and four feet, eight in all, like tumblers going over and over with their legs in the air; this was when he wanted to run fast.”

These weird, fused humans had three sexes, not the two we have today. Some were male in both halves, some were female in both haves, and others had one male half and another female half. According to this tale, they were more powerful than today’s frail human creatures. Aristophanes says, “Terrible was their might and strength, and the thoughts of their hearts were great, and they made an attack upon the gods.”

The gods met to discuss how they would deal with these circular attackers. Several suggested all-out slaughter. But Zeus said that humanity simply needed to be humbled, not destroyed. The gods decided to sever the humans in two. “And if they continue to be insolent and will not be quiet,” said Zeus, “I will split them again and they shall hop about on a single leg.”

The gods halved the humans. And so now, in this new age of split selves, the two halves roam the face of the earth searching for one another. Male searching for male, female searching for female, and male and female searching for each other – it is all part of the same story, according to the playwright. And finding that other, original part of yourself… That is love. As Aristophanes concludes,

“After the division the two parts of man, each desiring his other half, came together, and throwing their arms about one another, entwined in mutual embraces, longing to grow into one.”
Sep 2016 · 335
Eden Experiment
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
America the Beautiful
In God We Trust

Could This Be Our Eden
Or Simply A Test

We've Milk
Honey
With Plenty To Spare
Yet People Die Hungry
Right Here
On This Sphere
There's Mountains
Rivers
Land
Shore To Shore
While Freedom Famined
Peoples
Bang Bang
At Our Doors

Could This Be America
In We...God Trusts

The Eden Experiment
Would That Not Be Just
Sep 2016 · 2.0k
Murder at Tick Tock Lane
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
Tick Tock Lane
A sign that caused my head to crane

In time my wonder got to me
So Googled what there was to see

And so I saw to my horror
The story of Elmer the clock maker

He killed his wife
And did some time
Then married again
Those wedding bells chimed

In two years time Elmer's no more
Two men came shooting
New wife and Elmer

His wife survives
She testifies
"This is for Ma" is what I heard...
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Was time finally served
Sep 2016 · 563
Love Linguist
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
Well paint my wagon
****** red!!
Can this be the woman
I ran from and fled
This beautiful Lady
I Love so and trust
I spoke with a tongue
Of ***** disgust

First time I flew, I said...
"stupid me"!
Why do you run
From all that can be
Love....
Never felt
Flowed free from my pores
Then I ran slamming
Slam slamming all doors

Love was a language
Elusive to me
A tongue that's no secret
Yet never could speak
Then came you
My speech therapist
A Miracle worker
My Love linguist
Sep 2016 · 246
Rains Regret
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
Tiny shards of ice
Bouncing off the ground
Like shattered glass
Mimicking the sound

Yearning to be snow
Intricate as lace
Instead, micro mirrors
Searching for a face

Hoping to float, flutter
Dart like a bee
Sorry little rain drop
Tis not cold enough
To be
My first poem I ever gave a serious try....
Was under my truck doing a repair...
Suddenly, I hear a strange sound, I turn my head and see sleet bouncing off the ground...
Went home and did my poetic best to describe
Sep 2016 · 236
Smoke Rings
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
Smoke rings ring my Father's song
Like floating stanza's
Of years now gone
With forted form
They levitate
Then slowly
Mistily
Dissipate
One of my favorite.
I was inspired to write this after Daniel(I was Daniel Care Giver, he had AIDS related dementia) mentioned that my blowing "Smoke Rings" reminded him of his father who use to blow smoke rings also...
Sep 2016 · 1.5k
Inhumane
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
Inhumane was said  
Six million dead  
Gassed,slaughtered  
Degraded  

Inhumane we dare  
At Jeffrey Dahmer  
Kidnapper, killer
Evil embalmer  

Inhumane it read  
Black man dead  
Dragged by his feet  
Decapitated  

Inhumane we say  
A young man who's gay  
Found bound,beaten  
Left dead in the hay  

Inhumane we cry  
As so many die  
In crumbled buildings  
From terror in the sky  

Inhumane  
I hear say  
But only humans  
Act this way
Sep 2016 · 190
Shall We Dance
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
Shall we dance
Take another chance

Shall we try again
With hopes it won't end

Let us dance
And dance real slow

Learn all our steps

So truly
We'll know
Sep 2016 · 226
I Can
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
One step, two step, three step, four
Grasping at the last rung
Crashing to the floor
Rising up again
Ready to ascend
Knowing where
I want to go
And knowing
That I
Can
Sep 2016 · 206
Without You
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
Birds need a tree
As a lock needs a key
I'm a fish out of sea
Without you
  
Guitars need their strings
As a bell needs to ring
I can't sing a thing
Without you
  
Arms need their hands
As farmers need their lands
I'm a man with no plan
Without you
  
It's You That I need
And surely you see
Whole I can't be
Without you
Sep 2016 · 166
Time's Up
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
I do declare
My time is near
The day will come
When I'm all done

I cannot climb
Nor can I run
I'm out of breath
My drum beats none

The taxman knocks
I have no more
My skin is rot
And always sore

My car's a wreck
In need of parts
I'm always stressed
If it'll start

My job's driving
The sick around
The job's driving
Me in the ground

It's very clear
My time is here
The day has come
I'm so undone
Sep 2016 · 387
Dianism
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
Love...like religion,
Was not there
Until I met you
There wasn't
A prayer

Then the day came
A miracle too
When love
And religion
Became
I love You

— The End —