Girl and Child 2016-09

I came up with this after watching an article on TV that described how mothers with addiction have babies that are born addicted to the drugs their mother was using. It was horrible to watch as the child lay there wracked with spasms. Other people were also shown and, they too had problems that affected them.

What will it actually take to eradicate the use of drugs, or the NEED of using drugs? A “war on drugs” failed when it was playing out.  Drug usage and crimes that involve those using drugs is rampant and part of life today. So sad!!!

 

Girl and Child 2016-09

Her mother was a prostitute also,

The father an unknown man,

       The pain was more than discomfort

        The itching almost insane.

 

She had no skills to offer except herself,

Quitting school early, she could not read.

       His lungs cried out in agony,

        The breath in and out, dry and parched.

 

The hope she had as a little girl,

Was lost in reality at thirteen.

         The twitching of the body increasing,

          But his mind had no control.

 

A number amongst a pile of statistics,

Stacked on a desk of a human service worker.

         Life tubes, wires, monitors and tape,

          Telling the caregiver of continued life.

 

What chance or choice does she really have,

With the uncaring majority of others?

               The “crack baby” struggles for living,

               An addict with a bleak dim future.

The mother, the son, both victims,

Of the way of life in this modern world.

 

Den Betts

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Dream Gone? 2016-07

I think this is somewhat of an unfair poem I wrote, but feel I must post it today on Martin Luther King Remembrance Day. It is about a man that I DO respect, and a cause that was great, but because of a misguided individual, the dream was interrupted. Is the dream actually gone or just not a reality today; don’t know.

 

Dream Gone? 2016-07

He had a dream so long ago,

One that inspired others; young and old.

Giving hope to those oppressed,

“Keep the faith” he said and overcome

all, he stressed.

 

So long ago, is not now,

things have changed, since then,

The standard has fallen and with it the dream

Nay, not it, but its hope and reality.

Overcome by other things, overshadowing all.

 

A revival once a year, more to honor,

Soon forgotten afterwards, the essence of his doing.

A crime of remembrance, without the action.

Lip service by many of power and fame

Looking for recognition for a day.

 

Pride in self and others no longer there

Easier to wail and wallow in white dust of death.

Excuses thrown out for fellow man to hear

To recognize as a reflection of themselves

In a mirror of their dismal lives; so sad.

 

So hard to crawl out of the troughs of despair

To fight the injustices of those against you.

To say no to temptation from peer groups around,

And stand up with pride of the right kind.

Straight, mighty, with both feet on ground.

 

The wind carries an echo of “I have a dream”

A haunting reminder of a better life ahead.

A hope, with faith of final success,

Equality for all with peace earned

for those deserving, working for that dream

 

Den Betts

Insane World 2016-02

The horrible things that are happening here in the U.S. and elsewhere in the world by people doing crazy things, for whatever reasons, brought me to the point of asking a child’s question of WHY!!!!

 

Insane World 2016-02

What is the reason for the insanity today,

the genocide of people

against their own?

 

Does it go back to a clannish or tribal

day of time and life

The mystic mood, decreeing

action, distant drum telling

the way, but not the why.

 

More than macho, more than religion

more than a full moon, it has to be!

Why  is for children to ask, in their

innocence of life.

 

Nations, cities, groups, and

such, all bent on self-destruction

of one another to each other

A pity, a waste, a total

Inexcusable happening, but

is life, as we know it.

 

I ask WHY, like an innocent child

of the world? Can you

help me with an answer

that makes sense?

Den Betts

Grateful 2016-04

How many things can you think of in the sense of being grateful for having them or experiencing them? How many things do we take for granted and should not have done so? Being grateful is, to a degree, being thankful also, at the same time. To live life at its fullest, and appreciate it at the same time can be hard to express, but I look in the mirror and I am Grateful for so many, many, many things…………

Grateful  2016-04

To be able to smell the flowers

see the trees, watch the birds fly,

and hear the honey bees buzz by

To attain the age of seventy, whereas

others dear have not; still be able

to walk and not have gone to pot

To have gone white water rafting

seen the Mammoth Cave, have fun at

Disneyworld and go to the Grand Canyon

and just stand and rave

To be called an ex-jarhead vet

and to have been an auxi-cop too,

and President of ASHRAE, plus have

sat on church council as President too,

plus have owned a thing called a ferret as a pet

To believe in  the God. as one to follow

and a family I’m proud of – a gem;

To be grateful for the things I have

and thankful that I have them.

Den Betts

Guns 2016-03

I watched TV today, and listened to the President who, with tears running down his cheek, spoke about what he will do to help, in a small way, to lessen the killings that occur in our country today.          His plan will NOT stop the insane killings, but may help to save lives, in a way. The politicians who decry his efforts are owned by those that are against any common sense answer, and that is more than a shame.

          Guns 2016-03

How many times must we hear the words,

“Its not guns that kill, killers kill!”

How many times on the TV news,

Must we see the tears on a mothers cheek.

A child gunned down on a residential street,

Or a massacre in a family restaurant.

Do the lawmakers need additional vile lessons,

Of man’s inhumanity toward each other?

Or do the PAC’s or the NRA or others,

Control them that much, to stay in office.

The killing semi-automatics are not needed

By any populace of this country today.

While the gun powers outgun the police,

As the apathetic  citizens read or watch.

“Outlaw guns and only outlaws will have guns”

Is hype that is compared to only one thing, bull

“A rigid enforced law that guarantees prison, forever,

With no parole, if a weapon is used, might work.

But a bleeding heart society might feel sorry for him,

And his “time” will be lessened for more killing.

What is the answer; whatever it may be

Is much better than the way it is today.

Den Betts

Blackicide 2015-144

“I wrote this a while ago and it still applies today to a degree.  If not “as much” in the U.S. it is, at least, more so across the world in the land of clannish fighting such as in Sudan at Darfur, in Africa, where some tribes eradicate each other for whatever reason.

 

Perhaps it is due to many reasons that the killings occur.

In the U.S. it could be poverty, unemployment, social injustices, or other such things,  that causes the discord enough for one race to go against itself. I am not smart enough and doubt if others can really pinpoint the exact reason for this killing of selves”

 

I hear the “today” phrase in the U.S.,, “Black Lives Matter” and could not agree more, but in actuality, “All Lives Matter” is a better refrain………… I apologize to those of color that this may offend, but it is what I believe…….

Blackicide  2015-144

An eradication of an ebony race,

so many times, by the race itself.

What pride in life or in blackness is there,

when — there exists a killing action with lame excuses.

 

The  “colors” and “turf” and/or no reason at all

perhaps a tribal instinct of needs and beliefs.

Is the reason poverty and ignorance or genetics

or maybe the mindset of customs not understood.

 

A “drive by” shooting for no reason at all,

Leaving death behind as a reminder of being.

Also,  giving grief to the mother of the child killed,

A remembrance to keep in the heart forever.

 

The creation of death, the dark side of horror,

of man against man, affecting all genders and ages.

Do hormonal, “triggers” create the beast, or is it just

the lack of conscience without a care of consequence.

 

Aggressive acts of violence, an obsession to some,

to many times, a rage without reason, towards selves.

Beating disease, famine, and pestilence, the grim-reaper

reigns supreme for a race self-claimed as a proud one.

 

Where for,  is the pride in the blackicide?

 

Den Betts

I have tried to find the word “Blackacide” somewhere on the Internet, but only found one reference, by a black lady named Stella Foster, on her blog “Stella in the City”  at WordPress.. I do know that the term would be proper for the killings that occur on a regular basis by those of the same race, that happen to be black. When a white kills another white it is NOT called “Whiteacide” but instead the term homicide is used by the legal people for ALL killings of another human, including blacks against blacks

Black and Whites 2015-142

There is so much in the news about the horrors of life with those of color and the actions that affect those living today. What was, in the past is somewhat still here today and the problems with races that do not understand each other. Take away the color element and they/we are the same — period.

There is no differences of the soul, the mind, or the body itself, we are all humans; existing in a world of turmoil that is self-taught and continued by each of us, toward each of us. I would think that other races can be included herein, but am sticking with what I got…….

Black and White   2015-142

Black and White opposites

Extremes in color

Not red, not yellow

Not in between

A degree of bright

And one of darkness

Two cultures with differences

Both with pride

Not knowing the other

Nor trusting either

So far apart

Opposites – each/some uncaring

Both so wrong

Or not knowing

Color is a covering

Not the Soul…….

 

Den Betts