The Distance

DoubleU = W

the distance between us

is not measured in feet

no miles, no inches

can measure it

it’s not a matter of stripes

whether political

racial, religious or social

there is a gulf

either great or small

and it is created

neither by you nor I

by a land mass

oceans or the impassable

we are kept separate, brother

by an influence

we are kept separate, sister

by a confluence

their message

broadcast day and night

by every means possible

reminds all of us

of a manufactured

contrived difference

between us all

the distance between us

is small

the distance between us

is imaginary

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Secrets of the universe II

Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything

Looking through the window
Flying fishes again
Leaped out of water
Silver fish first
Golden next
Then a pink
Is that what I saw
Let me think!
more and more
turning into rainbows
all the way to sun
Having lots of fun
leaping back into the water
Doing a ballet
One of them is a starter
spinning around
Pirouette in blue
shining in my heart
Heart becomes
a rainbow too
kisses on my cheeks
Hugs to the soul
I giggle, I laugh
Roll and roll
Happiness raw
Then they said
au revoir

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Let There Be Lights!

Through Open Lens

Christmas lights Skyline

F/29.0, 39.0, ISO 64.

Day 345 / 365

Little Mikey had a cussing problem and his father was getting tired of it. He decided to ask hisfriend what to do. Thefriend said, “Since Christmas is coming up, you should ask Mikey what he wants Santa to bring him. If he cusses while he tells you his wish list, leave a pile of dog poop in place of the gift or gifts he requests.” Two days before Christmas, Mikey’s father asked him what he wanted for Christmas.
“I want a damn teddy-bear laying right beside me when I wake up. When I go downstairs I want to see a damn train going around the damn tree. And when I go outside I want to see a damn bike leaning against the damn garage.”
Christmas morning, Little Mikey woke up and rolled over into a pile of dog poop. Confused, he walked…

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Barry Chapter One Part XXVI

Dougstuber's Blog

Lisa:  So Barry, Cathy Martin was telling me your family has some wild fights and loud screaming matches.  Is it true?

Me: Wow, that’s a long story, but my brother just got out of the hospital a couple of years ago.  SO that was five years with Adam fighting for his life.  Mom was in the hospital 24/7 and came home only one or two days a month.  She came home mostly to sleep, but it meant the boys were on our own, and with the stress and all, she snapped.  Before snapping she could bite your head off over nothing.  She was always tough, but the arguments got worse, and louder, and longer because there was never a clear way to go to save him,  so on good nights we’d just sit around crying, on bad ones, the blame game filtered into every aspect, every subject, every bit of…

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