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Let Freedom Rain

A life long pursuit and the results. Doctorates and experience sometimes do not mean much. Just listening is my expertise.

Free

Basking in the sun.

Basking in the sun.

Exercise Freedom

We do not do poetry here. Not because we cannot. My wonderful bride and I fell in love over my poetry 4 thousand miles apart. I just don’t get to toss it around real easy like. Prose for some is an art form and for some following the script. I simply do not get to do poetry. Poetry does me. An hour of creation requires maybe twice that recuperating from going deep, deep into me. I like me but not that much. Somethings need to exist but not to manifest.

But with that said N'Oubliez Jamais. It is entirely possible that I learned that from an old Cajun woman. But maybe just Joe Cocker. Never forget. And yet there I am forgetting. I have forgotten more freedom than most in this world even see. Too hard but I have not earned it. Just by grace I reckon.

We can write sappy love songs in writing. We are not free to do so. My heart is given and only she shall know the romantic love. That is all to the good. Funny thing that; we can compromise in full freedom.

Oh we had a blast last night walking the neighborhood and then sitting in our “front yard” chairs. How fast can you make up a two line riddle? You have thirty seconds. How fast 4 lines that rhyme? Don’t even mention description of animals to guess in one minute. We are so free to think. I hope you are wherever you lay to dream.

Oh we speak of right and wrong

Yes we sing the same old song

I still don’t always know wrong or right

Perhaps a dream will come in the night

Is it really not hurting any body

Or more important to be somebody

Please do not make me up and choose

Maybe my freedom I may lose

Why must I protect your freedom

I am not some knight in your kingdom

Oh I want a simple life

One without all this strife

I read this prose to my family

Did they kind of get me finally

A snicker here and one there

Just fine by me as they do care

So freedom is to express myself

Not of fame and wealth

But we know that freedom is true

Sometimes coming out of the blue

I just closed eyes and did pray

That is my favorite freedom I do say

Oh, I am free to have free will

But love makes my heart be still

Love this and love all of that

Love is it, is, oh yes where it is at

Take my words and make you free

Together in arms always to be

Yahoo, yahoo there is no doubt

On roof tops we must yell and shout

We have some freedom to discover

All the world to uncover

Love is Freedom

Freedom to Risk

Not sitting on a couch.

Not sitting on a couch.

Just For Thought

Please do not suffer your soul. Understanding here was not my goal. Wouldn’t it be so nice if you just connect once or twice? My heart would leap if you found just a bit of joy, coming out of me just an old boy. My heart leaping at my creation does not require your confirmation. But glad I am reading from just the bright moon light, maybe just a poem from my heart’s delight.

Elagance is man made.

Eloquence is man made

I just love memory. It is wrong more often than not.

I have a special recipe, not to be cooked.

I love. But by all heaven’s glory I am loved more.

I listen to orchestration and classics and my sons think I am weird.

I got up this morning and was real mad. I cannot remember what I was mad about.

I think that if you have never stood in the rain and drank from it. You just might be missing something.

I am a very mean man. But I look and can only find that man from time to time.

I met a bad man the other day. I said howdy. And dang near skipped the whole way home.

I really like my life but it sucks. What?

I love people I do not know. So probably I like people I know more. Let us think on that.

I have a boy who said to shut up. I was not saying anything.

I think my thoughts are more powerful than my words.

Waves of Freedom

Pacific.

Pacific.

Didn't It Rain?

Can You Hear It?

I am so happy I have the freedom to be not. Really I was having a rough day so I quit. I had an extra hour. So I sat in that weird cross-legged position. I straightened my back and began to breath from my belly. Oh do not get me wrong I was not looking for enlightenment. I was escaping or maybe just going. I just love it. I can have a horrible headache and then bring myself to a place with no headache. How many years of practice. Maybe 20? Some say transcendental. I just know I leave here and go there.

The fun is coming back to the problems. It is a blast. What problems? There is now a new view with solutions. Do not do this while driving a car or operating machinery. Although with practice you can be one with the machine or car and not give a darn. Probably give that at least ten years of practice.

Oh yes. I wanted to get back to that freedom to pray deal. Connect the meditation with prayer and off you go to a place and space I have spent days in but still do not get. Think of a sober acid trip.

I think prose to me is such a trip. I just go bye bye. No, not always a happy place but a different place. A boat in a storm or a 120 degree desert with lizards. Santa Clause or Mother Theresa. Please do not tell my shrink. Anguish is kind of embraced in my poetry. The love a million miles away.

Today my wife and I have not talked. My son too much. But my wife and I fully communicated. I suppose poetry in motion. We have probably done 10 things with each other today. Nods and shrugs and embrace and a hand wave. She need not say a word but I know she wants me to vacuum.

What gets our point across? One funny thing I reckon I can say about me is that my voice is way powerful. I have cast aside a microphone while preaching to 300. I can pause and make you want the next word. Just by tone I can break you down and raise you up. If I go to a ball room they do not care what I speak of but first how I speak. Believe me a full on curse that I am working on fixing. My sons are fine pianists. I have no clue. But I can correct them simply because my ear handles influx. I would maybe rather not.

Oops. Back to poetry. Not words on paper but how they play out in your ear. Your voice my print. Maybe my loss and your gain. Just take my word for it, I am certifiably crazy. We mean like a doctor declared it.

I can go with that. It works for me. I am fully licensed to not take in your norms. If I dance around in the rain with only unders on that is normal for me. You go and get your own crazy on.

Comments

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 31, 2020:

Umesh you comment makes me glad. Thank you.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 31, 2020:

Hi Manitita you reminded me of a game Gabe and I play; "Who invented....?" God is usually the answer.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 31, 2020:

Flourish being in tune. Is sometimes funny. I told my wife to stop bugging me about a chore. We laughed as she had not said a word about it. Hmmm? guilt or empathy?

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 31, 2020:

Thank you much Abdullah. Taking time to read and comment is a gift to me.

Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on October 31, 2020:

Very well composed. Good reading.

manatita44 from london on October 29, 2020:

Beautiful poetry and lyrics all the way, Bro. I love the cadence and ... well, cadence says it all! Elegance was made in heaven. Ask the swan, Grace Kelly, Plisetskaya and Nureyev. You can also ask Aretha and Julie Andrews or even Whitney about eloquence. Made in heaven too. Haha. Stay blessed!

FlourishAnyway from USA on October 28, 2020:

You said a lot in that poem and I enjoyed it. It’s good to be in tune with oneself as well as other people. That’s how you knew your wife wanted you to vacuum.

Abdullah Al Maruf from Bangladesh on October 28, 2020:

Nice thoughts...keep going

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 27, 2020:

Thank you Denise. I think I might go a little too far into the concept of not telling people what to think. I probably seem a bit wishy washy.

That circular deal of creativity creating therapy and therapy creating is fascinating.

I look forward to it everyday.

Denise McGill from Fresno CA on October 27, 2020:

Sometimes I feel you take me for a mental and emotional rollercoaster ride. We went up and down and all around. You have no point and yet many points. Writing is a kind of therapy where you get out your innermost feelings and inconsistencies. I know my artwork affects me like that as well. That's why I love it so much.

Blessings,

Denise

Devika Primić from Dubrovnik, Croatia on October 27, 2020:

Eric great to see you writing and sharing your best with us.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 24, 2020:

Thanks Pamela, we are quite amazing creatures. I was even thinking about how non verbal communication might be good for our brains.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 24, 2020:

Peggy thank you for your kind comment. My boy and I are playing not talking right now. Sour or happy faces get most of it across just fine.

My dad taught me to drink the rain and snow. Thanks Dad!

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 24, 2020:

Happy I sure like it when we get into a zone. My space is mine. Your bum me out look at world problems. Simply did not bum me out. I never saw a person really cure a problem being all upset about it. They just move on to something else to see as a problem.

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on October 24, 2020:

And here I thought you didn't write poetry, but you did a wonderful job on this poetry. You made me think about non-verbal communication and sometimes it is better then verbal communication. We still end with love, and it is possible to express love without words. Great article, Eric!

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on October 24, 2020:

Reading this had me thinking many thoughts about how we communicate with ourselves and others. Words are not always needed. The next time it rains, I may have to go out and drink from it. Enjoy your weekend!

Mr. Happy from Toronto, Canada on October 24, 2020:

"Although with practice you can be one with the machine or car and not give a darn. Probably give that at least ten years of practice." - I wasn't gonna comment. I was just gonna read the piece and go finish tiling the kitchen but I couldn't when I got to this part. I just love driving and You are spot-on here: one can become "one with the machine". I know I do and then, I'm like: "How did I get here?" Haha!!

"The fun is coming back to the problems. It is a blast." - Ya, like hearing the amount of children living in poverty with nothing to eat while the likes of Wallmart and Jeff Asshole Bezos keep pillin'-on the billions."It is a blast."

"I think prose to me is such a trip. I just go bye bye." - You do. It's fun though. It's who You are and I appreciate that. I'm not much into acting.

"Oops. Back to poetry." - Ya, I skipped the poetry parts. Haha!! My apology. I'm really not into poetry much. I'm already Air. I do not need any more Airy things, or I might vanish altogether. Haha!!

Okay, time to tile and You have a wonderful weekend! (That dog love.) Cheers!

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 24, 2020:

Well Linda it is me. I have issues. But Gabe liked this one so away I went.

Your support is always so invigorating, Thank you.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 24, 2020:

Bill we are planting two Papaya trees today. Funny I do not have any helpers. Just bosses. Sorry but how she wants them is too little shade and too close together. Gabe has Vietnamese class and then piano practice. I have no idea what he will cook for lunch.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 24, 2020:

Thank you John. For some reasons shrinks ask if they can share mine with patients. Maybe "how not to think". You are too kind with your comment. Seems to me that crawling into my hole is harder than crawling out ;-)

Linda Lum from Washington State, USA on October 24, 2020:

Who told you that you can't write poetry? Don't listen to them. If it was you, don't listen to yourself. You connected with me today, and I think everyone who reads this will connect with you in some way.

You always come back to love. Love heals all. Love is all.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 24, 2020:

Thanks Paul it is good to hear from you. I trust you are well.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on October 24, 2020:

You have way too much fun, buddy! I wear my crazy like a badge of honor. It's hard-earned and I'm proud of it, thank you very much.

How about this weekend? Got any weirdness going on? I'll bet you do.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on October 24, 2020:

This was a good read tonight Eric. I always love it when you start exercising your freedom to write some poetry. Man, I should give up and just enjoy yours.

They say that to truly appreciate poetry you should read it through twice and then recite it out loud. It is as more about how it sounds when read aloud as what is written down.

Reading this gave me an idea...maybe I should try praying in rhyme. Now that might just be an idea to put into practice.

I was contacted recently about my poem of David and Goliath...a pastor of a church asked permission to use it for his Sunday school class because he thought the children would really appreciate it. What better purpose and accolade than that?

I hope it doesn’t take you too long to recover from going deep inside you to write this.

Paul K Francis from east coast,USA on October 24, 2020:

Nice thoughts - and words. Have a great day,

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