© Port Whitman Times 2005
     Now this may seem trivial... and it is, but as we can see in our trash problems, a lot of trivia adds up. But someone ought to pass a law against giving people more than one. You know, those people who, when you ask for a napkin, or a tissue, or a straw, or a toothpick, or any number of small but useful items, always grab two, or a handful and pass them on to you, expecting, I guess, that you'll either use them all (Really, how many toothpicks can you use at once?) or tsk tsk, throw away the rest. Whatta waste! Oh yes, we live in the land of plenty – of garbage.
     This applies to just about anything you buy too, especially in the food line. You wanta get an ice cream cone... Do they give (and charge you for) a sensible amount on top of your sugar or wafer holder? Noooo, they pile on five or six ounces of the stuff, just so they can charge you that extra dollar, so you have to throw it away or get balloon fat. Can you buy a small candy bar anymore? Fewer and fewer places carry them, opting for the jumbo size bars which are just too much. Too much sugar, too much chocolate, too much money.
     It's our way of passing the good life around to each other... filling up our dumps, and our bodies, unnecessarily. Wouldn't it be easier to conserve in the beginning, rather than worry about trash-to-steam, toxic waste, hauling fees, and landfills bursting at the rims with stuff we never had to use up in the first place?
     You who do it, STOP it. That's right, YOU. You know who you are. When someone asks for one, give them one. Henry Francisco

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Life is all about fun
And you get only one;
If you play it just right
You conceivably might
Live-it-up ere it's over and done

New Camden Times


Consider life a blank screen
Upon which to write a scene
With you as lead role
In total control
Of what you permit to be seen

Those who help us become
What we be and then some
Deserve to be thanked
For the times that they cranked
Out notes with a meaningful strum

Inhibiting life, frontiers
Obstructing what then appears
Prohibit outlooks
 Thus setting in hooks
To be overly cautious fears

Acting's becoming–
For the nonce strumming
Chords in the minds,
Of patrons whose blinds
Are removed then set humming

Why become, when you can be
Something otherwise that we
Can enjoy observing
On a stage thus serving
To enlighten and set us free

Being… is just living
To existence in-giving
But becoming is more
 With worlds to explore,
Sands of the earth a-sieving

The essence of "me"
I think you'll agree
Can't be contained
Unless forcibly reined
By Faith's guarantee

"I was" won't occur.
No chance to demur
Cause death's not an option;
Existence adoption
Isn't a choice to prefer

After this life we go on…
To a place whereupon
Other entities dwell
Call it Heaven or Hell…
A conclusion that can't be foregone

When I fall asleep
I pray the Lord to keep
New fountains op'ning up
From which to fill my cup
Then into which to leap

Winter with its shorter days
Another quality displays
Which in the longer dark
Triggers paths to then embark
Upon to solve life's murky maze

Hey, whattayagonna do?
The world comes to you
So like it or not
You have what you got
Go look for an end to pursue

              Henry Francisco

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