Madison Avenue Blues


Here’s my first offering on the category site for guest poets.  Composed by Robert L. Jones III, you can visit his website on mythology and all things superhero at: (If you haven’t read my DISCLAIMER, please do…)  Feel free to leave comments, or perhaps click the poll rating below.  Thank you for your contribution to the art world of which I am definitely not a part….


Advertising slogans designed to persuade us to choose

Values that identify people by the products they use

Help to guarantee the consumer pays his dues.


Don’t you know the customer’s right, but he’s playing the game?

Habits can be modified; economic trends are explained,

Once the proper stimulus has the buyer trained.


            The beautiful people they put on the spots Continue reading “Madison Avenue Blues”


Needed: Drill Sargeants, inquire below

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I never saw Saving Private Ryan; don’t want to either, but I heard that the real heroes who were there gave that first twenty minutes their blessing as being pretty eye-popping accurate.   Maybe it was just in some other old movie I saw years ago, but a quote stuck in my head.  The scene was inside one of those small, flat-bottomed landing craft as it rapidly approached the beach at the invasion of Normandy in World War II.  To the anxious American soldiers, the commander in charge said, “Men, as soon as you step on that beach, you are a veteran.” 

Despite the popularity of GI Joe and similar movies, games, and consumer junk, there is absolutely nothing nice about war.  Nothing.  But war is part of human existence.   I reiterate what John Eldredge so aptly talks about in his book, Waking the Dead, that the backdrop of all life is, in fact, war.  It’s not what we were originally created for, but it is what it is, and now we are responsible for dealing with it.

Interestingly, the pattern of war started even before the human race came on the scene when Satan gathered his army and mounted his unsuccessful coup (what was he thinking???)  He was, unfortunately, Continue reading “Needed: Drill Sargeants, inquire below”

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“Yet those who wait for the Lord
Will gain new strength;
They will mount up with wings like eagles,
They will run and not get tired,
They will walk and not become weary.”

Thanks also to Pastor Lawrence Wilson for this comparison idea, and for the encouragement to “not take your ease, but take your position.”

Isaiah 40:31  New American Standard Bible (NASB) Copyright © 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1995 by The Lockman Foundation

NEW!! All for guest poets!!


I am NOT a poet, to begin with.  That whole WordPress Poetry 101 will most probably (and thankfully, for them and for my dear readers) never see my name on their roster.

It’s not that I don’t appreciate poets; I’m married to one.  It’s just that poetry isn’t altogether my thing. 

I read the Aeneid once, and even understood about 70% of it, so I really am at least part human.  But I also relate along the lines of George Carlin’s “See my beard? Ain’t it weird?” paradigm. 

Having clarified that, I would like to offer to my readers a new category in my little cyberspace corner:

(Drum roll…)


(I wanted to name it Pontifications Of Other’s Poetry, but was concerned that the acronym might be a bit off-putting for some of the more gentle folk.)

On Thursdays, I will be posting others’ poetical musings for your interpretation and review.  And if you have any to submit, feel free to add your URL in the comment section. 

You just never know who might be reading…(George Carlin would be proud.)

Campy, by any other name….


Extremes.  I suppose it’s all a matter of perspective, as well as where you are on the cultural timeline.  What used to be viewed at insipid and grotesque can now be seen as tongue-in-cheek acceptable.  Only currently, it’s called “campy”.  From my professional orientation, “campy” indicated an intestinal bacteria that caused, well, things generally not printable except in medical contexts.  I see we also have an alternate definition:


Camp (n.) and Campy (adj.): Being so extreme that it has an amusing and sometimes perversely sophisticated appeal. Over the top and farcical, intentionally exaggerated so as not to be taken seriously. Found primarily in Continue reading “Campy, by any other name….”

Please (and thank you)


Children.  Don’t we just love ‘em? 


This weekend we had the incredible privilege of seeing our full brood at a wedding, and that included personal time in the halls of the reception venue alone with the World’s Most Adorable Granddaughter, (A.K.A., WMAG), so that her parents could enjoy a few minutes together on the dance floor.  (A rarity, as only those with toddlers can appreciate.)

Needless to say, I had a ball!

Of course, then those little angels grow up and make decisions that are not always quite so angelic at times.  They give their parents cause to worry, and cry, and pray, and cry and pray some more.  You know, like we did to our folks…

Based on what I read, God Continue reading “Please (and thank you)”

Your jug holds more than you know


And if you pour out that with which you sustain your own life for the hungry and satisfy the need of the afflicted, then shall your light rise in darkness, and your obscurity and gloom become like the noonday.”

Isaiah 58:10 Amplified Bible (AMP)

Copyright © 1954, 1958, 1962, 1964, 1965, 1987 by The Lockman Foundation

Pass me the pickles…again.

garden lastDid you know that too much water can kill you?  No, no, I’m not talking about a flood or anything like that.  I mean drinking too much water. Weird, right?  We’re always being told that we don’t drink enough of the stuff, but you can actually die from over-hydration.

While I’m on the subject, and I know I’m still a novice at this gardening thing, but NO ONE TOLD ME that two cucumber plants would be enough to start a small pickle factory!  Good grief!  They’re taking over out there!  Bob finally requested no more cukes in the green smoothies…

So, while dear Mrs. Rose, my former “advanced comp” teacher, might wonder about the preceding two Continue reading “Pass me the pickles…again.”

What goes bump in your night?


At Halloween, back in the day, (I won’t mention how many days, but it was quite a few), my great-grandmother crafted colored popcorn balls to hand out to trick-or-treaters as they came by.  Admittedly, I’m the Ebenezer Scrooge of this particular “holiday”, but even so, I remember my grandmother’s careful creations for her young un’s with great fondness.  Of course, you dare not bother to do that anymore; our societal/cultural changes have seen to that quite effectively.  Nowadays, one is expected to spend their next month’s house payment on overpriced bagged candy to rot the children’s teeth and add to the obesity pandemic.

I told you I was the Halloween Scrooge!

Nonetheless, there are important take-aways to be gleaned.  That is, we humans are primed for fear.  Sometimes Continue reading “What goes bump in your night?”