There is a pulse, a rhythm, a need to control
Various thoughts taken on and off hold
For flowers still bloom in grace and style
A snowflake, a tear, so many many miles
Stepping toward an evening sun, so impressed
With beauty and pathos, in life's breath
Park bench, thick green weather beater paint
How many secret conversations, love and rain
A power beyond us, book of records, yes sir
Impress this into child, with good or bad stickers
And at the end of the day, drift, drift away
Flotsam in rivers, touch the sky and pray
Bob Dylan sure wasn't kidding, about change
Toaster, multi- functional, culture honors fame
Founding Fathers honored hard work, but, but
Code of the land was put up or shut up, observed
One hundred eighty degrees the transition, absurd
Is this really civilized or hedonism, busy at work
Another generation has defaced another tree
Harry loves Sally, or just initials carved in deep
Many have entangled and separated, something said
Something read or maybe an ad during a TV special
Essential to tussle, bustle, saying hello and goodbye
No need to throw the blanket on diminished fire
History devotes many chapters, mistake copies mistake
Media fueled animal, minds to negatively integrate
Mods and the Rockers, modern society perfects so well
Ha! Ha! Number one TV show, The Who song, it sells
The holidays, words of peace, then a crunching sport
Childhood dreams, change, traditions and apple cores


Comments: 37
This is a fascinating poem song, which rewards the reader best if he or she reads it aloud for its rapid fire cadences that seize on flutters of thought and reflect on the changes America has wrought as it has morphed from a land of puritans and Enlightenment founding fathers into a mass culture of myriad subcultures, devoted to the almighty dollar.
I urge other readers to actually try to find a tune in their heads to sing this paean out loud, and listen to the sighs and the whispers that Dotani gives us in a heady mix of nostalgia and remorse.
Take care, Bill. I´m going to try to be on Gather a bit more the next few weeks as well as on the pre-Simulationist blog. I look forward to reading a few of your past posts and the ones to come.
By the way, you are the LAST person I could ever imagine wearing a Dubya T Shirt.
Russ and I have been married 40 years today.
You get a 10 from me too.
Your very 'aware' voice speaks to us, to keep alive the things and values our ancestors left for us.
Hope all is well with you these days. Long time no see.
As for the T-shirt - ;-)))))))))) (Best ROFL Of The Day!)
Hugs and blessings - S.
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
It HAS been a 180 degree transition from the times of our Founding Fathers, hasn't it? Hopefully, we can get back to the original vision.
I always enjoy reading John F Walter's insightful comments, too.