718 Is it louder, lately, or is it just me? 10-19-17 (go to word search for topics…)


The battles rumble
pounds down my study door.
The gentility of the waltz,
erased by the rave.
Passions delicate subtleties
degenerate to rape.
The diplomats deliberations
devolve into the screeches of an ape.
The joyous in a festival evening
fear the darkness of rampage.
The earth beneath our feet, quakes.
The sure maternal impulses of our Mother
twist into deadly storms
and threaten worse to come.

This era’s face is rage.
The pace and wisdom of age
bows to volatile, bawling infancy.
Any grace, any sensitivity
from my day,

Yeah, yeah.
I know.

Our 20th century had its skirmishes,
its dictators, its demagogues.
Yes sir!
Plenty of podium pounders!

(And a few innocents were slaughtered….)

But this!!
I can twitter chapter and verse.
It’s so much worse.

Isn’t it?


I can’t tell.

My memory is fading.

Who was Hitler?
Who was the
Kemer Rouge?
What was the



My poor old bones are achey!


The whole damned world shakes.

It’s going there,



About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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