Sorry EVERYONE kept falling out while trying to type this out and finally took a break ..not realizing it posted so the long and short of it is that there is a long and short of it.  Lol thanks

I Guess

Somewhere along the line
The man with religion
Will make the decision
To not publicly deny God

Now by all extended spaces
There are multiplicities places
Along the daily trail
We will ultimately stumble and fail
To maintain...
... That level plane


As we lash out in hateful
Banishment o of reason for the ungrateful
Abandoned toy car- are bicycle
Where it catches the shin and you sin

Are using God's name is spewed
And absolutely crude attitude
Before you can even separate
. Thought from your brain and pain
And the firmly held in
For the embarrassment it did create

A
raisins

If you love your political party, more than you love your country, then you're not - or soon won't be - my friend.  
   If you love a friend more than you love your country , then you don't really respect your  country...or your friend.
   If you love your church or religion more than you love America and the constitution , then you don't understand JESUS or GOD .
   If you love yourself more than you love the truth then you don't really have any empathy.
   If you - a U.S. citizen - put down Christians or other religious people on Facebook (because you're an atheist/or of a different doctrine) you are a person without a country... and a hypocrite.
  
    If you try to talk to me with a closed mind , I won't hear a word
because 0 in = 0 out.
    If you blame people from the other party for being wrong ...without trying them on first to see if they fit, then you want America to crumble into dust.
     If you cannot or will not see true facts when they're right in front of you, you're not blind or stupid - you simply don't care about your grandchildren.
     If you do love your children, grandchildren, then something
about this post should resonate
as your report card .

So are you going to flunk out or graduate?

  There are no : tutors- summer classes - do overs - make up tests- grade curves- G.E.D. or extra credit.
   There's just NOW and nothing more ...nothing less!
    NO: science - math - english
home ec. - study hall - typing or phys ed.
      NO Education leading to a brighter future.

     Just HISTORY....that's what we will be , if you love your party more than you love the UNITED STATES of AMERICA.

Felt like I've been wondering around
Don't think I'm lost but that sure ain't found
Nobody seems to notice me
Set myself on pause as I look around
Saw  in  the far-off distance City of Gold and I said to myself that must be where I'm bound

Bought me a big brown bag of broken down chips
From a one-armed Soldier with a toy 45 hanging from his hips
Give me a 16 ounce bottle to catch the water that drips
From the stalactite that grew From his left fingertips
And I heard him yell hoarsly as I went on my way.... best be sure that you take small sips

Along.the steep winding trail where I made my way
To a purple-flowered valley where I found a 57 Chevy made all out of clay
And a broken pair of mannequins making love in the backseat who said be on your way
And I would have moved even faster if not for the locked gate and the half bald parrot that  blocked and   squawked
I need $0.86 exact change ...zact change. . zact change.
If you don't have the jack a loan we can arrange
I gave you three quarters  a penny and a dime
Then he looked at me like I committed a crime

ZACT CHANGE ...ZACT CHANGE he squawked to the pushy mannequin in the car
Shrugged his shoulder and said well there yarrr
You made the deal he had the freight
So now you little **** squawker you need to open the gate

Let the man through to be on his way
Then he yelled at my back don't be a stranger stop in next time you be this way
Just make sure it's not the third Monday in the month of May
That's when we go down to Marshmallow Creek for some fresh clay

And I heard em all start giggling as I made my way around the corner
Where I ran into a picnic table and there sat a silver lighter and I multi colored ****
Just beyond was a fat oily little    dump of a man
Perched on one end the silver teeter totter
And a purple eyed blonde Angel sitting on the other end he said how you do I'm bud this is my daughter
And you can share that bowl with us you got the price or some water
Now I know why the soldiers said I'd be best to take small sips
I handed the bottle to the shimmering blonde Angel
Who said   so sweetly in a voice that suddenly   dropped 6 octaves

"Hey buddy what gives!!"
Slowly I begin to realize where I really was
The guy on the other side of the counter sayin
"Are you alright cous?"
"I told you to take it easy - greasy
We call this blonde white angel "
He pointed to  purple and green bud on the end of the scale
"This is the best you will find for sale
Anywhere in the city of Golden
Maybe in all of Colorado"

So I got me a five gram bag
Went outside for fresh air and to sit at the picnic table
Where I mellowed out while I drank the rest of my bottle of Teeters Water......Wooow!!

Hello. Although just prior to this time 1 year ago, I had stepped into cyber world-it was on a flipphone so......yeah!
   Anyway exactly 12 months ago i got my first portal key( smart phone) and was immediately overwhelmed like a kid walking through the gates of a Disney park or a teenager walking into the first concert venue or anyone (okay me) walking into my first Colorado "green " grocer.

Anyways something happened and I'm having to redo this my apologies.

     It was on the day before Thanksgiving that I found hello poetry and posted my first poem here. What has ensued in that time has been the best year of my life and the worst year of 28 years I've lived here on this secluded 10 acres in central Oklahoma.
  It is been a great year because of the boost in my spirit and confidencie you have provided,  and the worst year due to the fact that as a remodel carpenter in oil field America, I was left with no work through all of winter January February and beyond. In order to keep my 40 + Wolf Cross dogs alive and myself , I was forced to pawn most all of my tools of trade to get through  that terrible winter with  oil prices so low. (it hurts my hippie soul to say that)  As for the 40+ wolf dogs.... they're a service breed  I created over almost forty years.
   Not a pat on back thing here.  I train and provide them to people who are in need.
   They're also the thing (responsibility ...since I have no other )that has kept me alive all these years
.
They are my personal responsibility and anchor !   Contact me for more info. .PTSD, Autism ,Severe Depression,  Parkinsons etc.

     Don't get  me wrong.  I'm not whining or crying ; in fact, I would not have traded this hard fought year for any amount of money. Truly!!
    So as to the Thank you part.
  I was made boyant by the welcome and appreciation of my work as December sloshed on , so much so that I ;with some trepidation, posted 3 pages of a novel that.had all but abandoned (once again) due to lack of self confidence.
   The feedback was amazing, so in january i posted the first chapter
( prolog) and grew a set ( of standards) haha !!
   Now I'm almost 100,000 words into the rough draft.

  So my HEARTFELT THANKS AND APPRECIATION TO ALL.
  
Those who have read me and commented, those who have read my work and gave it  a like and all you have just read my work.  
  A special thanks  to all of those who have no clue ;at all, as to who I am but post here on hello poetry or come to support by reading  for you are  keeping it a lively and vibrant place for all those who post here!
Thank you.
  The apology part of this comes with a slight deviation for explanation purposes.
   I do hope there are some; if not many ,who will understand when I say - that very often -I put pen-to-paper , write a poem, then I will have to read it to see what I wrote and /or do a self interpretation of.
    Therefore I must say.  "Due to a constant fear of plagiarism ( any form shape or reason)  I refrain from reading other people's works ;while on a writing Jag, such as I have been on since January this year
    Inspiration is a wonderful thing, but - for me- there's a very fine line between that and plagiarism -so I must be sure!

       Simple as that!

  Since that mid-January day when I became convinced that I had viability beyond poetry( due to the comments on my novel pages) I grew in proportion and in that nine months I have not missed a single day of writing- at least one decent poem. 
  Alas, all good things must end and  I was thrown from the saddle two weeks ago.  
    All good,  because now it gives me the opportunity  to read the wonderful works of  others here; who, due to  the manipulation of 26 simple letters are able to  create worlds,  grow Gardens of wonderment,  Forest of enchantment or frightful wickedness and of course ' those who write down the painful or personal words from their heart their souls and sometimes just their reason for being.  
  So to all those here : I apologize for not reading you and commenting as I now wil,, with all sincerity each feedback I give.  (Until the next  writing Jag happens of course),  I am 60 years old soon and I must write while I still can.
 Though I will try to find a balance  now.

   If you have read this to this point ....thank you very much and I will be reading you.

With Peace Love and deep appreciation

                                 .   Keith w Fletcher

I thought about this and around this for a long time, so I guess it's time to write it down.

THE NATURAL ORDER.

There is a natural balance in Earths history and mankind's tentative balance along the scale.
  When humans began to band together and create communities, control of fire / light created a need for oil . Eventually settling on whale oil.
   So it was by the grace of whatever one might want to attribute it to,that let petroleum come into play at a time when whales are in danger of being annihilated and dead horses were clogging the streets of cities in the east, left dead or dying by the Cartmen who simply unstrapped the sick or dead animal and moved on.
  .Oil / petroleum led to the creation of the internal combustion engine.
   So again a hand stirred the ***.                
  Consider these improvements( if such they were )created rapid growth and burgeoning cities . Again Providence stepped in to create radio , telephone and airplanes, essentially at a time when growth of humanity was so great , that new ways of farming , new ways of seeing the world-  were  becoming more and more necessary to a shrinking world.
   Unfortunately, at a time when we, the American initiative creators of so many trends, ideas ,Innovations and inspirations around the world, were suddenly slammed a blow that at this point, 40 years later; it's very reverberations are still being felt.
   Consider if big oil and trickle-down had not ,for spiteful and greedy involution, taken down the solar panels from the White House roof, that Jimmy Carter had installed in 1977.
  How far ahead would we be now ,in clean energy and how much less damage to the ice cap and the atmosphere would have been done??  To date... my guess is that it is incomprehensible.
  So if nature does create a balance, it seems we are coming to a critical Junction.

Right now -metaphorically speaking- we are riding shotgun in a car with a driver ,who like us ,sees cars up ahead disappearing around the curve and all hitting  their brake lights. Now any reasonable driver at highway speeds is 65 - 80 miles an hour would at least take the foot off the gas in preparation of  tapping the brakes.
  So many politicians right now are refusing to accept the brake lights... see no reason to tap the brakes to interrupt cruise control, in all actuality, completely refusing to do anything except go around the curve at full speed.
   Around that curve we may find nothing but smooth sailing ,  or we may find a catastrophe in the making.
   Nature will accept the cruise Interruption now (maybe) brakes absolutely, but Full Speed Ahead will lead to the sickening crunch of seawater rising and  spilling salt water into the lands that are used for growing crops and food -  leading to millions , maybe billions of refugees with nowhere to go.

Or we will reach critical mass of sheer ignorant arrogance and nuke ourselves into a situation that does not have the technology or population to hammer at the planet so freaking hard.

Most likely the first scenario would instigate the 2nd and those of us who crawl up out of the ashes will start the evolution to revolution journey all over again.

Ain't nature Grand ???