It’s a sad world today, though the sun shines bright and the grasses grow. In other places the faces are happy, but not for a lot of my people. No one wants it all to be perfect. We all walk through our lives with some pain and a little bit of our own kind of glory. Who can tell when the road will flood with the lost lives of my people, as refugees from the swarming floods line the roads of my Heaven. The sorrow will subside with the turning of the river, so beautiful. Our water gives to us the joy of Summer fun, it greets our morning eyes with it’s beauty and loving solace. As it brings the Sun from the eastern wings, our days are so blessed. The glory of the day is framed by this wandering, Hobo. To those who have lost it all, I cry for you, I pray for you. When it comes to your front door, where can you go, but away? I love my Hawkeye people, from the depths of my Hawkeye soul. You fought for everything you had, some won to live another day, some lost it all, and must get up and build again. Find strength in your hearts to fight for your homes. If I could just find a word that would heal your broken hearts. If I could give my life for you, I would. I have seen the moment, and it is in us all to give what we can for our people. Iowa, you are so good to humanity, with your Farmered gifts. River, I know we try to control you. If we have angered you, we have heard you, felt you, and we will always love you. Could we sit in your lap again, and laugh? We give you the promise of our lives. You are that wonder, and we flood our lives with the tears of the lost. You will heal, and come back home from your angry rant, and we will heal, and build again. We are so lost without you. For all of the sorrow and sadness, my heart goes today, to My People. All is forgiveness.
by AZRON (PM , CC ) on Monday June 23, 2008 @ 1:10 PM
A very sad time for our people in Iowa.. Many of my family and friends in Des Moines and Ottumwa have lost everything.. Luckily no lives were lost.. But homes are gone.
by HAWK.... (PM , CC ) on Monday June 23, 2008 @ 7:23 PM
That's a beautiful poem, Joe. It's so sad what has happened up there to so many people. They're all in our prayers as we continue to see it on the news. I hope the rivers subside & people can begin anew with rebuilding their lives.
WP, I remebered the sound of Eric Clapton singing that song. It's what I thought of when this tragedy struck us so bad. It's pure heatache. We had another tragedy. A very good friend of mine committed suicide, and I just can't deal with too many heartaches at once. So I left that out of it because he was the Mayor of the town that totally disappeared under the water. Gulfport Illinois is no more. He was Mayor of "sin city". He was a character. At his annual fish fry, he was going to get "the girls" to do the "dunk tank". "If that don't sell a lot of fish, I don't know what will!" he said. He was a dandy man. Joe
by joesblog6 (PM , CC ) on Friday June 27, 2008 @ 8:42 AM
Secret, The withdrawl is going very slowly. It's like the river is telling us to "watch it next time!". It's very strange. Thank you and have a great day Joe
by joesblog6 (PM , CC ) on Friday June 27, 2008 @ 8:50 AM
Thank you Misy, HAWK tried to walk me through this once, and I was so bewildered. I got it now! Thanks to you guys for helping me through this unbelievable crisis of youtube stupid Boob. Joe
by joesblog6 (PM , CC ) on Friday June 27, 2008 @ 9:06 AM
Ok Joe, Whisper says you need an edumacation on Squonks. So...fresh outta Wikipedia here it comes.
The Squonk is a creature reputed to live in the Hemlock forests of northern Pennsylvania. Legends of squonks probably originated in the late nineteenth century, at the height of Pennsylvania's importance in the timber industry.
The earliest known written account of squonks comes from a book by William T Cox called Fearsome Creatures of the Lumberwoods, With a Few Desert and Mountain Beasts (1910). Mr. Cox's account is reprinted in Jorge Luis Borges' Book of Imaginary Beings (1969).
To summarize the legend of the squonk: It is a very ugly creature, and it knows this. Its skin is ill-fitting, and covered with warts and other blemishes, therefore the squonk hides from being seen, and spends much of its time weeping sorrowfully over its own ugliness. Hunters who have attempted to catch squonks have found that the creature is capable of evading capture by dissolving completely into a pool of tears and bubbles when cornered. A certain J.P. Wentling is supposed to have coaxed one into a bag, which while he was carrying it home, suddenly lightened. On inspection, he found that the bag contained only the liquid remains of the sad animal.
The "scientific name" of the squonk, Lacrimacorpus dissolvens, comes from Latin words meaning "tear", "body", and "dissolve".
SEE???????? It even has a scientific name. So there!
Joe, I got up and walked away to eat lunch and took a short nap in front of the tube_watching a bit of "Across the Universe" the send up of Beatles'songs...I have only seen parts, so far, but the Beatle lyrics are and were amazing thought forms in their time, which is all time, and always, universally present.
What has beset the people of the great river valleys in the center of the nation are the obvious tragedy of the slow meandering recognition of the great damage to life and limb and property in the untold billions of dollars, and the great weight of the personal loss to each person and family, and in turn, the communities, so when I came upon your poem/ prayer by the indirect route/root of being there(here).
One does not walk away from any of what has beset our country, our world, without being changed. Does anyone know the true answers to the questions we are asking about each and every thing that arrives in the new day's mail. Whatever it is _ it gives form to the nature of human suffering and our capacity to sustain drastic and sometimes totally distorted versions of reality. Whatever form,... economic woes, family hurts, tornados, storms of ice and snow and rain, and heat, we take the blows. It seems to have a new and more virulent strain, everyday.
Right now, it is more pain for the Midwest. It moves all over this country. Does America suffer more of this than anywhere else, probably not, but for all, who are suffering, Your poem / prayer, said for all of us_the Recogniton, that we all need to Have_get Everyone through.
I gotta run, but Good to see you, and hope all is getting better day by day. Great words, Joe...I was moved_truly TR
Joe, Suicide is such a hard thing to handle to those left behind because you can't help but wonder how desperate they felt and if there was something you could do if you had only known. Reality is when one's mind is that ill there isn't much signs, j ust the impending gloom of being left in the dust. Perhaps he has found peace now, the poor soul. I will pray peace for yours as well.
WP, I used Rick in a previous post. He was Mayor of Gulfport Illionois. Gulfport is now gone, under the water. The coincidence of this is rather eerie. They both left us in the same week. His family was struck, unaware. It is hard to write about. Joe
by joesblog6 (PM , CC ) on Saturday June 28, 2008 @ 2:35 PM
TR, You are truly eloquent. Thank you for the kindness. We will be back, some of us anyway. Some probably won't rebuild. It looks like we've lost our little sinful brother across the river, Gulfport Illinois. People are talking about letting it fall. This would be very sad for us. It was a fun place, full of sin, and laughter. Maybe it was too sinful, I don't know. Joe
by joesblog6 (PM , CC ) on Saturday June 28, 2008 @ 2:44 PM
Sherry, "It disolves into a pool of tears"! Okay, yeah sure thing, Sherry. Yeah, it does just that! I've been here a long time, and know a scam when I heasr one! This is a good one though. Very well put together. Please excuse me while I Joe
by PolarB (PM , CC ) on Sunday June 29, 2008 @ 4:41 PM
JOe - I have been gone and just starting to get back around. I loved this writing as it seems to envelop many of the thoughts and feelings that people must be having at this time in your area. May God continue to give strength and courage to those who are in such distress - June
June, Thanks and hope you had an enlightening time. It sure got crazy here! When you see your little hometown on CNN, it's not always good news. Unfortunately mine was under water! We're getting back to normal but it ruined Stema Boat Days, our annual party on the river. No one lost life so we're thankful. Well, no one except for a friend who decided to relieve himself of life. All in all, things are good. Joe
Many Blogstream members are there
already! Quotes from members: "It's like blog lite!" -- "I like the instant
gratification!" -- "Stop spectating, get in the game!"
If you have not joined in, you are really missing out!
Our hearts do go out to all these people.
take care
ron
By the way,
I have posted a picture of a squonk for you and have petitioned the blogstream to convince your SCAM committee.
I remebered the sound of Eric Clapton singing
that song. It's what I thought of when this
tragedy struck us so bad. It's pure heatache.
We had another tragedy. A very good friend of
mine committed suicide, and I just can't deal
with too many heartaches at once. So I left that
out of it because he was the Mayor of the town
that totally disappeared under the water.
Gulfport Illinois is no more. He was Mayor of
"sin city".
He was a character. At his annual fish fry, he was
going to get "the girls" to do the "dunk tank".
"If that don't sell a lot of fish, I don't know
what will!" he said. He was a dandy man.
Joe
The sheer sadness of it is in Clapton's guitar.
Joe
The withdrawl is going very slowly.
It's like the river is telling us
to "watch it next time!".
It's very strange. Thank you and
have a great day
Joe
HAWK tried to walk me through this once,
and I was so bewildered. I got it now!
Thanks to you guys for helping me through
this unbelievable crisis of youtube
stupid Boob.
Joe
The Squonk is a creature reputed to live in the Hemlock forests of northern Pennsylvania. Legends of squonks probably originated in the late nineteenth century, at the height of Pennsylvania's importance in the timber industry.
The earliest known written account of squonks comes from a book by William T Cox called Fearsome Creatures of the Lumberwoods, With a Few Desert and Mountain Beasts (1910). Mr. Cox's account is reprinted in Jorge Luis Borges' Book of Imaginary Beings (1969).
To summarize the legend of the squonk: It is a very ugly creature, and it knows this. Its skin is ill-fitting, and covered with warts and other blemishes, therefore the squonk hides from being seen, and spends much of its time weeping sorrowfully over its own ugliness. Hunters who have attempted to catch squonks have found that the creature is capable of evading capture by dissolving completely into a pool of tears and bubbles when cornered. A certain J.P. Wentling is supposed to have coaxed one into a bag, which while he was carrying it home, suddenly lightened. On inspection, he found that the bag contained only the liquid remains of the sad animal.
The "scientific name" of the squonk, Lacrimacorpus dissolvens, comes from Latin words meaning "tear", "body", and "dissolve".
SEE???????? It even has a scientific name. So there!
Sherry
What has beset the people of the great river valleys in the center of the nation are the obvious tragedy of the slow meandering recognition of the great damage to life and limb and property in the untold billions of dollars, and the great weight of the personal loss to each person and family, and in turn, the communities, so when I came upon your poem/ prayer by the indirect route/root of being there(here).
One does not walk away from any of what has beset our country, our world, without being changed. Does anyone know the true answers to the questions we are asking about each and every thing that arrives in the new day's mail. Whatever it is _ it gives form to the nature of human suffering and our capacity to sustain drastic and sometimes totally distorted versions of reality. Whatever form,... economic woes, family hurts, tornados, storms of ice and snow and rain, and heat, we take the blows. It seems to have a new and more virulent strain, everyday.
Right now, it is more pain for the Midwest. It moves all over this country. Does America suffer more of this than anywhere else, probably not, but for all, who are suffering, Your poem / prayer, said for all of us_the Recogniton, that we all need to Have_get Everyone through.
I gotta run, but Good to see you, and hope all is getting better day by day. Great words, Joe...I was moved_truly TR
Suicide is such a hard thing to handle to those left behind
because you can't help but wonder how desperate they felt
and if there was something you could do if you had only known. Reality is when one's mind is that ill there isn't much signs, j
ust the impending gloom of being left in the dust.
Perhaps he has found peace now, the poor soul.
I will pray peace for yours as well.
I used Rick in a previous post.
He was Mayor of Gulfport Illionois.
Gulfport is now gone, under the
water. The coincidence of this is
rather eerie. They both left us in
the same week.
His family was struck, unaware. It
is hard to write about.
Joe
You are truly eloquent. Thank you for the kindness.
We will be back, some of us anyway. Some probably
won't rebuild. It looks like we've lost our little
sinful brother across the river, Gulfport Illinois.
People are talking about letting it fall. This would
be very sad for us. It was a fun place, full of sin,
and laughter. Maybe it was too sinful, I don't know.
Joe
"It disolves into a pool of tears"!
Okay, yeah sure thing, Sherry. Yeah, it does just that!
I've been here a long time, and know a scam when I heasr one!
This is a good one though. Very well put together.
Please excuse me while I
Joe
Bear Hugs!
PolarB ;)
Thanks and hope you had an enlightening time.
It sure got crazy here! When you see your
little hometown on CNN, it's not always good
news. Unfortunately mine was under water!
We're getting back to normal but it ruined
Stema Boat Days, our annual party on the
river. No one lost life so we're thankful.
Well, no one except for a friend who decided
to relieve himself of life.
All in all, things are good.
Joe