A New Day

This a poem by the newest LSC brother, Brian Kohut, who has gone through pain in his life and still has a positive attitude toward in all that he does.  For more information about Brian, go to “Meet the Boys of Lambda Sigma Chi” page link at right.

A New Day

What is your worry?
Why are you in a hurry?
The law of gravity says that
what goes up, comes down,
and you can easily make
a smile from a frown.
With time, the days will
get even better, like
changes in the weather.
Things don’t stay the same.
Change is a part of life,
and no one is to blame.
Just take new steps in stride.
Short-term goals are found
along the way, and friends
will help from straying
onto some other path.
It’s doesn’t really matter
if you are first or last,
Just as long as you get
your cash for what you do.
Treat others like you would
like to be treated, and that’s
a good rule to use.

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Eve was a red-head

The Bible doesn’t say so,
but Eve must have been a red-head.
When Adam and she were in Paradise,
where clothes weren’t a fashion,
The Snake came by and tempted
Eve with an ultimate passion –
the knowledge of good and evil.
When the apple was plucked from
the Tree of Wisdom, the whole
world shook and the fate of man
has never been the same.
Many generations have been
born since then, and genes
passed have a name for the
red-headed woman to be unique.
Blondes have their place and
brunettes can easily get along
with most anyone, but a red-headed
woman is a real score.
Tempers and tenderness are
at ends of a scale determined if
you open their door to their
sensitive and devoted hearts.
Adam must have been strong
enough to get Important tasks
done right, but it took Eve to
make the Garden of Eden to
change overnight.

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Mi Hermano

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Mi Hermano

Estos son sólo barras de metal en frente de mí,
Y no pueden dejar de mi amor por ti.
Tú me has amado primero, y luego mi hermano,
Y ahora estoy en la cárcel visto como un tonto.
Hice lo que creía correcto, pero
Otros parecen pensar que estaba mal.

Me fui por mucho tiempo, y usted
Tuvieron que esperar años para mi regreso.
Para entonces, su amor por él creció y se
Su pasión por la has quemado.
Aun cuando usted se casó con él,
Tu amor por mí era todavía fuerte.

Hizo todas las cosas en la vida,
Sin embargo, él no tiene hijos, ningún hijo.
Cuando regresé de mi viaje,
Los sentimientos que había comenzado para mí
para volver en silencio en su sonrisa.
Nuestro amor se celebra en las canciones.

En mi mente, he cometido ningún delito
Y, en el tiempo, eventualmente será puesto en libertad.
Estoy seguro de que mi hermano va a encontrar una manera de
Fuera, y encontrar una manera de que me perdone.
Dicen que la sangre es más espesa que el agua,
Y algún día pronto nos vamos a llevar.

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Le Renegade Paperclip

Le Renegade Paperclip

Le trombone renégat regardé
comme n’importe quel métal-clip type avec une
brillant argenté mat, comme une pièce de dix sous utilisées.
Mais elle ne pourrait jamais être trouvées que lorsque
Il était nécessaire, et hier
Je l’ai trouvé caché sous mon bureau,
sur le plancher, près de la porte.
C’était vraiment penché hors de forme
à sa malice, jusqu’à ce qu’il a trouvé un
cute orange revêtu de plastique
trombone épais avec de l’acier.
Le renégat ne quitte jamais le
bureau tiroir, et préfère
l’intimité de la fermeture
compartiment. Je mai jamais
d’acheter une autre boîte de
trombones à nouveau.

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The Mystery of Things

Life certainly is a mystery, even with all that we plan and anticipate. D. Karlan has recently begun a poetry blog called “The Mystery of Things,” and is off to a good start.  To get to this poetry blog, click on the box with her logo or go to http://www.skarlancom.blogspot.com.

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Weighing your Words

California seems to be the place where trends for the rest of this country get started, and this is seen from movies to fashion and education to politics. Especially politics.  In a state, known for clean air and clean water efforts, and where financial woes are paramount, lawmakers in Sacramento need to watch what they say about budgets and other items on the agenda.
The State Assembly passed a resolution on February 25, 2010, that would establish the first week in March as “Cuss Free Week.”  If the state’s Senate approves it in time, the measure would take effect immediately, according to an AP story by Robin Hindery.  Even though the resolution has no enforcement penalties, the resolution’s author, Anthony Portantino has given each of the California lawmakers a “Cus Jar” so that those who slip are encouraged to deposit money into the jar as penance during this week.
The resolution was inspired by 16-year-old McKay Hatch, a South Pasadena teenager.  A no Cussing Club at his junior high school has expanded into similar clubs in every state and 20 countries.  Hatch has noticed a link between use of four-letter words and other forms of problem behaviors, and a reduction in cussing comes along with a reduction in problems such as drug use and bullying.
Like Portantino, I can admit to my share of unwarranted words.  My earlier social activity seemed to require swearing, as my Lambda Sigma Chi brothers who know me from my Ball State years can attest. I suggest many of the jars which Portantino provided his fellow legislators may be full, since the use of such foul language is hard to stop.  A minister is not supposed to swear, at least not in public.
Besides, swearing is taking God’s name in vain.  We all get disgusted, and other words can be used to express our frustration besides swear words.  Popular movies, television programming, music and other media seem to show, among other vices, that swearing is accepted by the public.  But the question is, just because it is popular, is it right?  When Moses was on the mountain receiving the Ten Commandments, gold was collected to mold a false idol, and it took many people to do that.  There was a penalty for this party, more than putting money into a jar.
If we are secure in our faith, we do not need to hang on to unnecessary crutches such as swear words to show our strength, inside or outside ourselves. McKay Hatch said, “Cussing is a hard habit to break, but anyone can do it.”

Peace be you with always,

Rev. Paul Abernathy

Contact Paul Abernathy at paulabernathy@gmail.com.

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Snowdrift

(Photo by Mike Hall)

Ripples appear in the top layer of 8 to 10 inches of snow that fell on a small ridge of an apartment complex during an Indianapolis snow storm on January 8, 2010. The blue cast is a result of the setting sun and backlighting the ripples against the sunlight.

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Sausage Gravy

Lambda Sigma Chi Brother Karl Dobson had a food poem inspired by events in his childhood while he wne out to eat one day, and this is what happened.

Sausage Gravy

Growing up, we always had enough to eat,
especially when it came to breakfast.
One morning, it may have been a Saturday,
my father told me, as he looked at my mother,
“Sometimes the biscuits are an excuse to eat the
Sausage gravy, depending on who makes the gravy.”
As a youngster, I was just hungry so I could go
out and play on that mild summer day,
but now I understand what he means.

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Game Change

I like the times we spend together, and
I hope the experience never ends.
The smiles we share will last forever,
As long as we remain just friends.

I can see a different look in your eyes,
And your point of view isn’t the same.
I don’t want you to think of me as
A pawn in some strange lover’s game.

But now I get the idea you have changed,
And feelings for me are getting serious.
This is a difficult arena for me,
And I know things can get dangerous.

I feel like I’m living in the red zone,
And it’s first and ten, goal to go.
My defensive strategies are easy to spot,
And experience is on your side, I know.

So the question is, where do we go from here?
I suppose the answer is really up to me.
Do I want to want to succeed in surrender,
Or be myself and struggle to be free?

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