The Poems

The Poet

The boy who lost his mother gnarled like a bear—
tough bear he

But away from the bestial
he had softness in his eyes—
they laughed even when he and his words were sharp
and sometimes ambiguous

He showed the plumpness of his belly to his closest friends
and grunted like a pig and poet
laughing behind his scars
with eagerness to taste color from afar

He took from the sunglow like an artist hunched at his easel
and painted everyone—
even the ones who had no power to imagine

He painted deaf-mutes with love that ran down his breast
ripping chords from the constellations
and opening creation’s ingenious blindness
to music that volleyed beyond his art that transcended ages
and volleys still
in us all

Photo Credit:
 John Lennon



The Art

Elsie Gee Cartoons

I took a “Drawing Cartoons” class when I was a kid because I used to draw them in my school notebooks when I was supposed to be paying attention to my teachers. I was a big daydreamer. Luckily, ADD wasn’t a big social issue then, so I was able to adjust on my own without Big Pharma drugging the life out of me.

Still, habits can be hard to break. I doodled in my college notebooks, too.

Elsie Gee was a character born in my college notebooks, a spirited girl who got her name from my initials LCG. I copied the drawing style of one of my art teachers because I’m terrible drawing hands. His philosophy was “Keep It Simple.” It worked.

The three panels here are my favorites. They reveal the young woman I was… and my dependency on tracing paper, lol!


Fires In Ashbarrels, Lola's Writing


Lola's Writing, My Tangerine Days

I Need KISSed

As a busy working wife and mom, I have little time to spend at social websites. When I was single with lots of “me time”, Facebook and places like it were convenient ways to stay abreast of the daily happenings of my family and friends. But after a while, it became a chore fitting my social sites into my schedule.

No more. The Internet hogs too much of my time making me bounce from one site to the other: Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, WordPress, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, my email account—the list goes on! I need fast, in a flash, ONE website to log in where I can blog, post pics and recipes, talk to my family, order clothes, read an ebook or emag, take a class at an eschool, read my email, and order takeout at the restaurant down the street, all without logging my IDs and passwords into different websites. Call it a central hub, if you will, but I need it. Call it convenience—that’s what I need in my busy life. Call it impossible—maybe. But until it happens, I’m doing all I can to KISSing: Keeping It Simple, Stupid. And until the Internet can KISS me as well, I’m spending less time at social sites and making no apologies.

The Internet is a time hog. And until it’s streamlined for my taste, I’ll keep dreaming of better days.

Lola's Writing, My Tangerine Days

Left and Right

(From 2007.)

It is a beautiful August day, 2007. I wonder where I shall be in 5 years, or 10, 20. I can only imagine. Will I still work in finance? Or give it up to be a full-time writer? Or artist?

During lunch yesterday, a coworker and I talked about painting. Art is one of my favorite passions because of its freedom of inventiveness. I deal daily with savings and investments at my bank job, so I have to be a strong and logical thinker, one who sees things in a straight line. Science says this is the left hemisphere of my brain at work. That’s why when I get home, my creative muse on the right side is banging on her cage to be let out and put to work creating.

I stopped at an art store after work and bought some watercolor paints, paper and brushes for my muse. The handsome, hot-bod sales clerk at the store said watercolors are the most difficult and unforgiving paints to use. My uncreative side interrupted my purchase to remind me that the account project was due first thing in the morning, so I didn’t have time to spend it learning difficult art skills.

I ignored her logical reasoning and turned up my car’s radio the rest of the way home so I didn’t have to listen to Ms. Uncreative scold me. She doesn’t like it, but Right Brain is the favorite side of my brain. She’s the one who never forgets a face. And she notices shape and texture and color differences Left Brain cannot distinguish. Right makes me the creative person I am and I love her for that. She sees the whole picture and is good at recognizing people’s traits, too. She has saved me from bad dates after Left insisted that the guys were fine.

Last night my creative muse and I slopped and made messes and had a wonderful time. I had so much fun that I ignored Left Brain and didn’t clean up when Right pulled me into writing poetry, playing guitar, singing, and even dancing to The Twist on the radio.

My mother called at 9 o’clock to see how I was doing and to say goodnight. Left Brain loved the interruption. But Right felt cheated from losing that last hour of creative time.

Before bed, I cleaned up, put away my guitar and notebook of poetry, laid out my work clothes for tomorrow, and said goodnight to my creative side, much to the satisfaction of ever dominant Left Brain. After all, she keeps me organized, prompt and employed no matter how uncreative she is. And for that, I am grateful.

My Tangerine Days, The Poems

America (Macroscopic Death Revisited)

So many American faces are fading like new literature,
soft and pale,
sinking into the quicksand of poverty.
Their government turned their dollars into pennies;
One hundred George Washingtons won’t buy a fistfight today,
but a hundred Ben Franklins can get you murdered…
Franklin kicks Washington’s ass every time.

But whose city park does big Ben stand in?
Tiananmen Square?
Where the crackle of old flesh inside the White House
grows loud above the vomiting whispers from a Chinese whorehouse
fronting the CCP,
and WTO?

Washington’s carved face remains proud and noble
in his green erection
where he stands alone in the town park I sit at.
Alabaster pigeon poop covers his broad shoulders.
Cell phones twitter at his feet with news that does not educate;
a horror brought about by the theft of a billion gold Franklins
when our infected financiers sold America at the First World War
for a hero’s seat at Versailles.

Washington died the day Franklin was fitted as bridegroom
for the multiple marriage of our country to the World Bank,
to OPEC,
to the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development,
to the World Economic Forum,
to the World Council of Churches,
to the World Health Organization,
for unity by assimilation for control by one government worldwide.

Lola's Writing, LolaCandi

Removing History

My mom sent to me the following article. I don’t know who its original author is. If you do, please contact me so I can properly credit the article.

Before I re-post what she sent, let me tell you that I enjoy reading history, especially history of the USA. It’s no secret that Christianity played important roles in the lives of the men who founded the nation’s ruling hand. And I know there are people rewriting that history. This is nothing new. People in power have been rewriting our school textbooks before I was born. And I have some of my grandparents’ schoolbooks that prove it. Even my Grandpa Gentry claimed that the authors glamorized a lot of the history in his old books, to make bigger-than-life heroes and villains out of men and women who were passionate—perhaps over passionate—about their ideals, whether good or bad, and committed upon themselves and others to make changes.

So, what do we do about authors who delete things from the past? If I go to a museum and read letters from George Washington that say he owned slaves and worked them on a plantation, I’ll take it as truth. But if I read in a textbook that Washington never owned slaves, then I’m denouncing the author and telling my child the truth. If slavery—or Christianity or the injustices of war or … ANYTHING in history—embarrasses or offends you, don’t pretend it didn’t happen. Shit happened. It still does. But denying it serves only an injustice to history and a loss of respect from honest scholars like me.

Omitting Christianity From American History

Those of you that graduated from school after the early 60’s were probably never taught this. Our courts have seen to that! But 52 of the 55 signers of “The Declaration of Independence” were orthodox, deeply committed, Christians.

The same Continental Congress that formed the American Bible Society, immediately after creating the Declaration of Independence, voted to purchase and import 20,000 copies of Scripture for the people of this nation.

Patrick Henry, who is called the firebrand of the American Revolution, is still remembered for his words, “Give me liberty or give me death”; but in current textbooks, the context of these words is omitted.

Here is what he actually said: “An appeal to arms and the God of hosts is all that is left us. But we shall not fight our battle alone. There is a just God that presides over the destinies of nations. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone. Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it Almighty God. I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death.”

These sentences have been erased from our textbooks.

The following year, 1776, he wrote this: “It cannot be emphasized too strongly or too often that this great Nation was founded not by religionists, but by Christians; not on religions, but on the Gospel of Jesus Christ. For that reason alone, people of other faiths have been afforded freedom of worship here.”

Consider these words that Thomas Jefferson wrote: “I am a real Christian, that is to say, a disciple of the doctrines of Jesus. I have little doubt that our whole country will soon be rallied to the unity of our creator.”

He was also the chairman of the American Bible Society, which he considered his highest and most important role.

On July 4, 1821, President Adams said, “The highest glory of the American Revolution was this: “It connected in one indissoluble bond the principles of civil government with the principles of Christianity.”

Calvin Coolidge, our 30th President of the United States reaffirmed this when he wrote, “The foundations of our society and our government rest so much on the teachings of the Bible that it would be difficult to support them if faith in these teachings would cease to be practically universal in our country.”

In 1782, the United States Congress voted this resolution: “The Congress of the United States recommends and approves the Holy Bible for use in all schools.”

William Holmes McGuffey is the author of the McGuffey Reader, which was used for over 100 years in our public schools with over 125 million copies sold until it was stopped in 1963. President Lincoln called him the “Schoolmaster of the Nation.” Listen to these words of Mr. McGuffey: “The Christian religion is the religion of our country. From it are derived our nation, on the character of God, on the great moral Governor of the universe. On its doctrines are founded the peculiarities of our free Institutions. From no source has the author drawn more conspicuously than from the sacred Scriptures. From all these extracts from the Bible, I make no apology.”

Of the first 108 universities founded in America, 106 were distinctly Christian, including the first Harvard University, chartered in 1636.

In the original Harvard Student Handbook, rule number 1 was that students seeking entrance must know Latin and Greek so that they could study the Scriptures: “Let every student be plainly instructed and earnestly pressed to consider well, the main end of his life and studies, is, to know God and Jesus Christ, which is eternal life, John 17:3; and therefore to lay Jesus Christ as the only foundation for our children to follow the moral principles of the Ten Commandments.”

James Madison, the primary author of the Constitution of the United States, said this: “We have staked the whole future of all our political constitutions upon the capacity of each of ourselves to govern ourselves according to the moral principles of the Ten Commandments.”

Most of what you read in this article has been erased from our textbooks.

Revisionists have rewritten history to remove the truth about our country’s Christian roots.

Let’s you and I share the truth of our nation’s history and let it be told.