An Observation by George Carlin

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The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember, to say, ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

And always remember, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by those moments that take our breath away.

George Carlin

Every Day

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I watch every day what you are doing as a society. While you sit by and watch your Constitution being torn away from you, you willfully eat poisoned food, buy manufactured products no one needs and turn an uncaring eye away from millions of people suffering and dying all around you … Perhaps I should let you all in on a little secret. No one likes you in the future. This time period is looked at as being full of lazy, self-centered, civic-ally ignorant sheep. Perhaps you should be less concerned about me and more concerned about that.

 

~ John Titor, Presumed Time Traveler November 21, 2000

WHAT IS POETRY? POETRY IS YOU

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Poetry is much much more than all of the definitions, theories or explanations that you read or hear about everyday. Poetry is not just a form, a quote or one or two popular poets or pop stars  in the media. Poetry is not hip hop or gangsta rap, slam or new formalism, gay or straight, white or black, dead or alive. Poetry does not belong either to the streets or the academics.

Poetry is not always a love song. Poetry is not always about the rain or nature, mountains or castles. Poetry is neither happy nor depressed, a villain or a hero, a lover or a friend.

Poetry is merely poetry for poetry’s sake. But the words are sacred, something sacred which we share.

Poetry is a state of consciousness and the mind.

Poetry is all of history and is the history of being.

Poetry is all of us

Poetry is you.

 

~ R.M. ENGELHARDT, 2015

Five New Poems : R.M. ENGELHARDT

Hello To All My WordPress Friends,

Welcome to the new and improved R.M. Engelhardt website and as always thank you for stopping by to read a poem or perhaps just find some inspiration.

Here are five new poems published by The Outlaw Poetry Network which are forthcoming from my next book of poetry “The Bones Of Our Existence”. (More Details To Come!)

Again,

Thank you for supporting my work and supporting poetry!

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Sincerely,

R.M. 

R.M. ENGELHARDT POET

LIT 101

Writers?

We have to write. If we don’t our brains explode

and the poetry, words and ideas go all over.

We have to drink for inspiration. And we have to smoke at least a pack a day.

Why?

Because it’s the law. That’s why.

And ? We must drink large amounts of coffee

everyday just to stay awake.

I didn’t make these rules.

I blame Hemingway.

But in the end it’s only the words that matter

That’s all

~ R.M.

LIT 101
LIT 101

The Question

So let us ask the question;

Of transformed galaxies and

Mass produced vanities

Of simple walks and simple talks

Of kings and queens and limousines or

Riding on the bus

And let us ask the question;

Of random death and high school fun,

Of Chinese checkers replacing guns,

Of starving children in the sun and

Monsters on parade,

And let us ask the question;

Of an American government’s slow decay,

Of gods of war and these violent days,

Of a well meaning people led astray

And those who blindly march,

And let us ask the question;

Of the cost, the price

And the wait

 

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R.M. Engelhardt