The Straight Truth About Gay Marriage

Jun 26

Has marriage gone crazy?
There are people in bed,
Who don’t share our values,Portrait of a Gay Couple
And should never be wed!
 
All this gay stuff is silly,
Lesbians are too,
We must fight for our marriage,
And stop what they do!
 
You see marriage is sacred,
Not a “Play” we call “Rent”,
It is sacred quite often,
(Well ‘bout 50 percent!)
 
But while murders continue,
And wars scorch this earth,
We must stop this gay marriage,
Or what is life worth?
 
All this fighting and killing,
We should really ignore,
Stopping gays from committing,
Is what we live for!
 
But wait… Are you kidding me?
  
There’s starvation and depression,
Is there something I’ve missed?
Why’s stopping gay marriage,
At the top of the list?
 
We have poverty and violence,
The most terrible you’ll find,
Gay marriage an issue?
Are you out of your mind?
 
These priorities I question,
And traditional ways,
Hetero myself,
I don’t worry about gays.
 
There’s much more to worry ‘bout,
Bigger fish we could fry,
All this hatred ‘bout love,
Well it should make you cry.
 
Priorities are mixed up,
I mean mixed up a lot,
When it’s love and commitment,
Give the gay guys a shot!
 

 Steve Dahl

Hey, if marriage is so sacred how come so many religious fanatics get divorced? I’m just sayin’. Given the recent supreme court decision on gay marriage, can we move on to something important now?

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Escape Where I’m at

Mar 12

I am confused by the chaos and solitude’s appeal,
I am frightened by the terror of retreating’s good feel,
I just want to escape but this we both know,
That voice is correct there is no place to go!brain
 
To engage with more people, yet still be alone,
It’s a schizophrenic feeling, and I doubt I’m alone,
Have you ever tried to be present, and still so far away?
Like your body’s in Topeka and your mind’s in LA?
 
You can’t live your life– with your heart in two places,
You can’t hug your friends– while ignoring their faces,
You can’t go away, and still try remain,
You can’t avoid love, and still avoid pain.
 
The peace that I’m seeking, in the noise that I need,
Is present right now– with each breath I breathe,
I don’t need to go further, I’m ignoring this chat,
If I stay where I am, I’ll escape where I’m at.
 
 
Sometimes you just gotta wonder what’s going on inside that skull of some people, don’t you? 
 
Copyright Steve Dahl 2015 for some strange reason. 
 
 
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The Wolf

Nov 29

The Wolf Illustration by Dahl for A New Kind of Poetry.com

The Wolf. Pencil by Dahl

Between the trees,

His eyes appear,

Focused vision,

Crystal clear.

  

Canine power,

Gentle brawn,

And in a blink,

The wolf is… gone.

 

Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? This is the first piece of art I’ve drawn beyond your basic stick men in a few decades (Thanks to a little coaching from an art teacher, an art course, and a lot of patience)!

This guy took about three hours total time with a 2B pencil. I love other people’s art so much I decided to stop just admiring it and start doing it.

More to come. Kinda fun.

Steve

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Ordinary Miracles

Oct 07

 

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They come in waves,
 
Most quite unseen,
 
Miraculous subtle ways,
 
Amazing in their frequency,
 
On ordinary days.
 

Steve

 

Another fine piece of art in the form of a card from Wick!

 
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I Am My Daughter’s Bank

Sep 01

She looks at me warmly,
With her sweet baby blues,
And I hand her some cash,
And she buys some new shoes.
 
I look like her dad,
But I feel kind of blank,bride
As I hand her more money,
I’m becoming her bank.
 
I’m her ATM Dad,
I’m her angel investor,
I’m her blank kind of check,
It’s MY credit I hand her.
 
I’ve created a monster,
Who feeds on my cash,
She’s ruined her credit,
And her life’s in the trash!
 
She’s dependent on me,
On my neck there’s a noose.
We’re both in too deep,
But I can’t cut her loose.
 
If I just cut her off,
From her frivolous spending,
She’ll resent me forever,
But my cash flow is ending.
 
I’ve my own bills to pay,
And she wants a new car,
How come I’m now the jerk?
This has gone way too far.
 
I’m her lottery winnings,
I’m no longer just Dad,
I’m her loan officer,
And for that I feel bad.
 
If I could go back,
To my parenting days,
I’d teach her of money,
And responsible ways.
 
For that, she won’t like me,
Might even get mad,
But she’ll learn self-reliance
From her teacher called… Dad.
 
 
Steve
 
Is it so wrong to give your children everything you never had? Wrong, no, effective no. Just think if you could go to the bank and borrow money, interest free, with no real deadline to pay it back. Wouldn’t that be sweet? Would you ever learn to be responsible with money?
 
That’s the business relationship we sometimes set up with our children when they don’t have any responsibility or accountability for their financial IQ. Let them learn. Let them earn. It might be a bit uncomfortable in the short run but they will thank you in the long run. And it’s the long run that matters. 
 
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This Un-Mindful Pace

Aug 27

If I pause for a moment,
To dwell on your word,A New Kind of Poetry - Mindfulness Requires a Little Pause
I ‘d listen more deeply,
And you could be heard.
 
We can’t keep on running,
This un-mindful pace,
We’re so disconnected,
It’s all over your face.
 
Let’s hit the pause button,
We know where it’s at,
It’s in between ears,
And beneath our big hat.
 
If we both pause together,
Then we won’t pull apart,
Then we both listen better,
As we hear with our heart.
 
We can both listen deeply,
With a mindfullness cause,
Take a breath – then another,
With a button called…
 
Pause. 
 
 
Steve
 
Okay, take a breathe! And another…. I’ve been taking this great class on mindfulness from Megan Leuchars and Christy Cassisa with UCSD Center for Mindfulness. It’s been a lot of meditating and a little yoga and a lot of shutting up and listening! Sometimes all we need to do is hit the pause button and our entire life can change.
 
You might want to check out this course in San Diego. Here’s the link. Even if you don’t live around here you can play their 10, 20 and 40 minute meditations and body scans right here: http://health.ucsd.edu/specialties/mindfulness/mbsr/Pages/default.aspx.
 
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