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Poems by Bill Dahl

Get Rid of This Dude

Get Rid of This Dude – A Poem by Bill Dahl

Trump Caricature – from Indivisible Redmond Oregon Facebook Site

 

“Locked and Loaded”
​the ​North Korean ​mess​.
​Spewing hubris
will tame unrest​?​

Healthcare for all!
A cruel joke.
Special interests triumph
mirrors and smoke.

Global warming
threatening all.
Trump proclaims:
“Build the wall”!

Disconnected
Out of touch.
Deliver nothing.
Promise much.

We’re the one’s
who wrote the song
Stop the madness
In Viet Nam!

We’re the one’s
who learned to sing
Supporting the mission
of Dr. King.

When corruption
required a fixin’​ -​
Our chorus led
To dismantling Nixon

We’re the one’s
who led the fights
finally realizing
women’s rights.

We’re connected
We care so much.
Resilient, united.
We remain in touch.

We’re the one’s
Elected reps must hear.
Not a right wing agenda
spouting fear.

Reality television
brought him fame.
His every tweet
Rains down shame.

Self righteous, pompous
egotistical and rude.
Time to banish
This disgusting dude.

 


 

 

The QUESTIAN Confession by Bill Dahl

The Questian Confession

 by Bill Dahl

All Rights Reserved – 2012

Sacred capacity to question,

Mysteries dance beyond my reach.

I stretch and strain to grasp you.

Through curiosity you teach.

 

Socialization soaked in tradition,

Rains down upon every generation.

You squeeze me like a sponge,

Reviving the thirst of my imagination.

 

We believe too much

Of what we’ve heard so many repeat.

Suffering silently in acceptance,

Our ignorance complete.

 

Experts, teachers, and authorities –

We follow obediently as they guide.

Curiosity wonders as it trudges:

“Is it possible they’re wrong or lied?

 

Questions ooze from us from birth.

In pursuit of certainty we race.

Perhaps it’s the beauty of life’s mysteries,

We must learn to cherish and embrace?

 

Unknown, Unfounded, Undiscovered.

We call out to you by name.

Lives anesthetized by routines,

Involuntary servitude to the same.

 

Reluctance transformed into courage!

We surrender to inspiration.

Birthed for creativity –

We embrace the gift of our imagination.

 

Walls, ceilings, floors and traffic lights.

Structural attempts to insure uniformity and order.

Surrounded everyday – on all sides –

Unaware of the seriousness of our disorder.

 

Customs, attitudes and media

Lenses defining what we think we know.

Worn out couches left behind by heart disease,

Evidence of postmodernism’s new death row.

 

Freedom to challenge the status quo –

What the world now accepts and tolerates.

Indifference spawned by hopeless helplessness,

We’ve now moved beyond your gates.

 

Wishful thinking and kind expressions,

Lip service has worn out its stay.

I rise to become what I can be –

I declare myself a Questian today!

 

This yearning that I’m birthed with –

It’s no unique genetic indiscretion.

We’re all created with this capacity –

Empowered to nurture its expression.

 

New discoveries yearn for our inquiry.

Innovation demands indiscretion.

May you be empowered by these sentiments –

And declare yourself a Questian!

 

Please share this ditty with a friend –

Step out and be courageous.

Your Questian confession –

Share freely  – It’s contagious!

 

You can put the Questian logo on your website –

Or link to this poem on your Facebook page.

There are no limits to the quest we’re on –

Being Questians is the celebration that we wage.

 

If you’re a Friend of Questians,

Make your public declaration known.

Share your Questian Confession!

Believe us – You’re not alone.

You can enjoy Bill’s writing on his website(s) at http://billdahl.net/ and http://www.theporpoisedivinglife.com/. For reprint or distribution permission, Contact Bill at wsdahl (at) bendbroadband (dot )com.

 

The Questians(c) is the title of Bill’s manuscript in progress. Copyright © 2011

Awesum – A Poem by Bill Dahl

Awesum

A poem by Bill Dahl 2012

All Rights Reserved.

 

To some I’m known as Something-

Existing someplace or somewhere.

I’m the One they cry to,

Desperate for Someone to care.

 

 

To others I’m Somebody

Called upon sometime or someday

When your lives become aflame

Desperation’s rescue – somehow or someway

 

 

For many I’m a Somewhat

Just a partial notion of what you think you need.

Something you must have to soothe yourself –

From the lies of self-sufficiency and greed.

 

 

In this poem this Something is

Someone much more than some proclaim.

I’m intimate and kind, come and test my claims.

Your masses refer to me – many are my names

 

 

I live and reign in all of sometime

Every dimension within each someday.

The breath of life for you each morning,

Tomorrows light of the someway.

 

 

A love for you so passionate

Not content with someplace or somewhere

I make my home inside of you

Not someplace “over there.”

 

 

Great Spirit, Wonderful, and Almighty

The Someone – source of grace.

The Sometime who created this

A presence – voice, and face.

 

 

This One that I speak of

The Creator of all place, where, time and day

The One true One of all of it

The Provider of all thing, body, what, how and way

 

 

From the wealthy to those in poverty

The shortest to the tall

The Great Spirit I AM everywhere –

The Awesum Author of it all.

 

For Reprint Permission: Please email Bill Dahl at: wsdahl (at) bendbroadband (dot) com.

 

The Questian Confession by Bill Dahl

The Questian Confession

by Bill Dahl – 2011 – ALL Rights Reserved

Sacred capacity to question,
Mysteries dance beyond my reach.
I stretch and strain to grasp you.
Through curiosity you teach.

Socialization soaked in tradition,
Rains down upon every generation.
You squeeze me like a sponge,
Reviving the thirst of my imagination.

We believe too much
Of what we’ve heard so many repeat.
Suffering silently in acceptance,
Our ignorance complete.

Experts, teachers, and authorities –
We follow obediently as they guide.
Curiosity wonders as it trudges:
“Is it possible they’re wrong or lied?

Questions ooze from us from birth.
In pursuit of certainty we race.
Perhaps it’s the beauty of life’s mysteries,
We must learn to cherish and embrace?

Unknown, Unfounded, Undiscovered.
We call out to you by name.
Lives anesthetized by routines,
Involuntary servitude to the same.

Reluctance transformed into courage!
We surrender to inspiration.
Birthed for creativity –
We embrace the gift of our imagination.

Walls, ceilings, floors and traffic lights.
Structural attempts to insure uniformity and order.
Surrounded everyday – on all sides –
Unaware of the seriousness of our disorder.

Customs, attitudes and media
Lenses defining what we think we know.
Worn out couches left behind by heart disease,
Evidence of postmodernism’s new death row.

Freedom to challenge the status quo –
What the world now accepts and tolerates.
Indifference spawned by hopeless helplessness,
We’ve now moved beyond your gates.

Wishful thinking and kind expressions,
Lip service has worn out its stay.
I rise to become what I can be –
I declare myself a Questian today!

This yearning that I’m birthed with –
It’s no unique genetic indiscretion.
We’re all created with this capacity –
Empowered to nurture its expression.

New discoveries yearn for our inquiry.
Innovation demands indiscretion.
May you be empowered by these sentiments –
And declare yourself a Questian!

Please share this ditty with a friend –
Step out and be courageous.
Your Questian confession –
Share freely – It’s contagious!

You can put the Questian logo on your website –
Or link to this poem on your Facebook page.
There are no limits to the quest we’re on –
Being Questians is the celebration that we wage.

If you’re a Friend of Questians,
Make your public declaration known.
Share your Questian Confession!
Believe us – You’re not alone.

You can enjoy Bill’s writing on his website(s) at http://billdahl.net/ and http://www.theporpoisedivinglife.com/. For reprint or distribution permission, Contact Bill at wsdahl (at) bendbroadband (dot )com.


The Questians
is the title of Bill Dahl’s forthcoming book. Copyright © 2011.

Ms. Metaphor

Ms. Metaphor

Photography by Bill Dahl
Photography by Bill Dahl

by Bill Dahl – 2011 – ALL Rights Reserved

Hey there Ms. Metaphor!
What do you mean?
With vestments of language
You reveal the unseen.

I ponder your musings-
What appears as a token.
A hidden new meaning –
Invaluable – unspoken.

I turn from your image-
A moment to reflect.
Disparate concepts
You serve to connect.

Scattering seeds
On the soil of my mind.
Implanting curiosity
So tender and kind.

As you gracefully sway,
Waltzing with Know.
I cut in on the dance –
Yearning to grow.

Lost in the melody,
Enchanted by your eyes.
I’m famished for more.
So gentle  – so wise.

My fingers touch the page,
Adoring the language configuration.
Deeply grateful for the reality –
This is not my imagination.

Your pulse inhabits
The paragraph on this page.
Thank you Ms. Metaphor.
For being our sage.