Who Decides

by | Aug 27, 2022 | Uncategorized

[Admittedly this poem rambles and changes course, but it raises several

It’s been said that God is love
Yet church needs 10%
Lost inside of rhetoric. . .
This force that nature sent

The force within a lone man’s heart (*1)
Doesn’t qualify it seems
Capitalism has no boundaries
Only in our dreams

The wherewithal to reproduce (*2)
Calling forth direction (*2)
Seeds planted inadvertently (*2)
Society gaining access to inspection (*3)

Forced within such cubicles (*4)
Testosterone in the lead
The second step to right this wrong
A marriage will proceed (*5)

Culture in a lockstep
Homogeneous acceptance of a norm
Anything outside tradition
Creates the potential for a storm

8:27 AM

(*1)”The force within a lone man’s heart:” Despite the fact that I used the
male gender, it applies to females as well. Non-duality enters in as well.

(*2) “The wherewithal to reproduce:” This poem was written on 8/24/22,
today is 8/26/22. In typing I found myself wondering what on earth I meant
until I went further onto the marriage reference.

So the poem is suggesting that as people come/cum together and plant a seed
that becomes a human it forces their lives to move in possibly an alternate
direction then they thought they were heading.

(*3) “Society gaining access to inspection:” As time passes, pregnancy
becomes more obvious. In the absence of marriage, the community can find
criticism of the people involved. So the community at large becomes the
moral authority for behavior.

(*4) “Forced within such cubicles:” As we allow ourselves to be made to
live up to the standards that others place on us, it costs us our freedom
to choose. Not that I’m suggesting that integrity and morality are not
important; but they need to be the outgrowth of each individual without the
force of opinion of a populace.

(*5) “A marriage will proceed:” The next obvious step with pregnancy is to
be drawn into a legal contract in order to sanctify the situation.

Unfortunately, there are women who provide the basis of satisfaction for a
man in hopes she’ll find someone to take care of her. This does not seem
to be the same in the case for men.

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)