Newsletter for the World of Word by Elias Tobias
Poet Elias Tobias was in the crowbar hotel charged with
violating terms of his poetic license until his wife, Patty, paid the bail
at the WestFest on Sept. 29 at the Eitejorg Musuem of American Indian
and Western Art in Indianapolis. As long as he volunteerly paid a year’s
membership to the museum and agreed to serve as a volunteer there
for community service, he was free to enjoy the rest of the entertainment and displays at the one-day western festival. One of the entertainers
was famous cowboy poet Waddie Mitchell. Tobias was all smiles when
he stopped to pose by the stagecoach before taking it on a ride back
to his house.*
Wildfire
I am the person who starts the fires of inquiry,
the spark of wonderings and investigation.
Through hundreds of smoldering ashes,
I try to burn forests of fear and ignorance,
and I hope the seeds of knowledge will be sown
in the barren, blackened ground.
Soon, if nature takes its course, a new crop
of plants will bud and strong trees will grow.
The precious soil will be protected from
the winds of change, water damage and
erosion of successful attitudes and methods.
Some think it best to put out the rapidly
spreading flames of wildfires because they
want to protect their lives, homes, and their
property built by keeping people illiterate.
The power over people lies in the control,
access and the uses of knowledge, and
written words can last for hundreds of years.
* For those who could not see through my satire, and for the record,
neither Elias Tobias nor the Eitejorg Musuem of American Indian
and Western Art did anything wrong, implicity or otherwise.
Besides the stage coach ride was a fancy motion machine incapable
of leaving the property. It’s a cool museum where my wife and decided
to have a dual membership before we went in the place so we could go
back again for future events, possibly as volunteers. Patty’s getting
better at taking pictures, too.
All For You
I took a look at you,
and then held your hand.
With a big smile,
I promised to be your man.
And I do it all for you.
I do it all for you,
since you are the only one. I do it all for you,
since you have come
into my world and set me free.
Now I believe in love.
You wanted a rock,
a steady place to land.
Like a genie,
your wish is my command.
And I do it all for you.
I do it all for you,
since you are the only one. I do it all for you,
since you have come
into my world and set me free.
Now I believe in love.
You had some ideas,
and you had secrets to share. No one was listening.
I do it all for you,
since you are the only one. I do it all for you,
since you have come
into my world and set me free.
Now I believe in love.
Roses and candy
will never win your heart.
Love and patience
are the only places to start.
And I do it all for you.
I do it all for you,
since you are the only one.
I do it all for you,
since you have come
into my world and set me free. Now I believe in love.
Now I believe in love.
Art by M.Hall
A Race to the Finish
It’s a race to the finish,
but when will the fury end?
The winners are really losers
since they have lost friends.
The contest has a rule book,
and the rules easily bend.
First place is important now,
no matter who you offend.
The pace is past the pack,
the position to defend.
I wonder if only winning is the
messaged they want to send.
The cost of a complete victory
can be too much to spend.
Newsletter for the World of Words by Elias Tobias
The move to the new smaller apartment in Indianapolis is going well. A week after the truck arrived and our stuff was unloaded, we have a functional home. More expenses were incurred due to broken and damaged items. The office where this is being typed has a new computer desk and sixteen more boxes that I’ll deal with tomorrow or sometime this week. I’m downsizing to what is needed. Goodwill is going to get more books. Of course, I couldn’t deal with the changes without writing something. Here it is.
A New Shell
Finding and moving into a
new shell is hell for an invertebrate
like me.
I crashed into a rock
and cracked the old one which
was just fine.
I spent a few days at the Surf’s Up
Hotel, and well, it was only
temporary.
There are thousands of shells in the
sea, some of which I discovered were
still occupied,
but I found a newly abandoned model
that, though smaller, was swell.
I can ride the waves happily.
Genies in the bottles
The bottles fall from the tables,
and then the genies are set free.
Expectations and desires seem real,
but don’t believe what you see.
Diminutive forces of good and right
battle powers of collective evil and
Quickly, the day becomes night.
Memories made minutes before
are erased instantly. Suddenly
solid surfaces shift beneath my feet
and sidewalks become rooftops.
I fall through a window for safety.
Here comes the sun, the light,
and then the changes stop.
The table at the bar is as it
should, and the bottles
are upright and unopened.
Newsletter for the World of Word by Elias Tobias
Changes are happening here in Laredo for my wife and I. She has a new job waiting for her in Indianapolis, Indiana, and by Sept. 17, 2007, if all goes as planned, we will be settled in a new apartment. I have no plans yet for employment, but I’ll be looking. Since the Interent is the way it is, I can continue the Web site from the new location.
Another new item to update, besides the new Poem of the Month, is that this Web site will be offereing a video on the the page, and the window will be on right side of the page. This will give me an opportunity to offer two-miniute videos to change on occasion. Hope all these things workout, and I will continue to update this Web site in other ways.
Poem of the Month
Sacred Cow
How now is your Sacred Cow?
Are things being done by the book,
or are things changing too fast
and is there a different look?
Don is gone, but the windmills exist.
So who is going to lead the fight?
Perhaps its better leave things be,
and go quickly into the night.