Thought For the Day: Family Is the Main Source of Education For Children

“The group consisting of mother, father and child is the main educational agency of mankind.” – Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)




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First Principles: Honest Persons Feel No Pleasure Over Controlling Fellow Citizens

“An honest man can feel no pleasure in the exercise of power over his fellow citizens.” – Thomas Jefferson (1813)




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Stubbed Toe Pride

Pride and stubbed toes often go together in the most unlikely but problematic combinations.

The Roseland Theatre - The Pride of the Lion's Roar

Stubbed Toe Pride
by Michael Romani

With all the stubbed toes aside
It's hard to run when filled with pride
Strong words said as accusations fly
Puzzled murmurs choked down in reply

Life's challenges breed broken hearts
Parsing the feelings where logic departs
Verbal fisticuffs plunge in strong correction
But, far too often in the wrong direction

Levity is needed for us to learn
All the little things we need to discover
Happy isn't the word for this invitation
With its too many moments of disclination

At the end of the day, we're covered in dust
Working hard for our share as we must
All the little things remembered in detail
As our heartbreaks strain to reveal

The photographs filed in trouble memory
Questioning the peace and hope of eternity
As we remembered all the loved ones lost
And wonder how we'll ever bear the cost

(c) November 13, 2018  Michael Romani
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Liberta2 Journeys - Family Pride




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Thunder Road

Robert Mitchum  wrote and starred in a movie way back in the 1950s that spoke to the ways of moonshiners and their dispute with the Revenue men.  It touched on many topics that each could be made their own poems.

Optimus Race - Race Front

Thunder Road
by Michael Romani

With a wink and a smile
He'd drive that last mile
Down the old Thunder Road
Where moonshine is sold

He'd gone to fight for God and country
Now that he was back, he lived for family
In the hard scrapple of the back woods
Honest men lived by their coulds and shoulds

Despite all the obstacles in the way
Each man pushed for his family's better day
Hand to mouth, they eked out existence
Pushing hard with storied persistence 

Every man working hard for his living
In a world too often cold and unforgiving
The revenuers only thinks in terms of tax
Not on their boots riding hard on the people's backs

The kind of place where under the trees
All the lonely hearts cry soft into the breeze
And whippoorwills sing out their own tunes
While lovers gaze up on the same ole moon

Until the fateful day of driving down Thunder Road
There comes an end to the tale that must be told
About a man who lived with honor and by his own code
A remnant from another time that had become old

(c) November 13, 2018  Michael Romani
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The A-Mazing Easter Egg Hunt  - BG Carrot  Racer RB




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First Principles: Laws That Forbid Carrying Arms Only Disarm Those Neither Inclined Nor Determined to Commit Crimes

“Laws that forbid the carrying of arms … disarm only those who are neither inclined nor determined to commit crimes… Such laws make things worse for the assaulted and better for the assailants; they serve rather to encourage than to prevent homicides, for an unarmed man may be attacked with greater confidence than an armed man.” – Cesare Beccaria

Think on this please, 97.8% of mass public shootings since 1950 have occurred in “gun free zones”:



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Thought For the Day: There Are No Limits To What Can Be Done Where Credit For It Doesn’t Matter

“There is no limit to what a man can do or where he can go if he doesn’t mind who gets the credit.” – Ronald Reagan




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Forever Valentines

We believe we do the choosing.  My experience tells me it’s more that the moments choose us and when this happens there is no refusing only an eternal yes.

Home, Sweet, Home - Your Love Is My Aloha Promise

Forever Valentines
by Michael Romani

We live in isolation
Until we find the one
Who mirror our soul
Awakening in us our destination
This is our point one
When the eternal takes control

Every step of our journey
Is traveled to get us here
Touched with savage grace
That curses and blesses thee
Moving beyond our fear
To embrace love, face to face

Believing we choose the moment
But the moment chooses us
Darkness is overtaken by sunshine
Living no longer in torment
But, in God's funny business
We find we're found by our forever Valentines

(c) November 12, 2018  Michael Romani
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Home, Sweet, Home -Gazing Into the Eyes of My Heaven

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Impulsive Inclinations

Seems a common characteristic in humanity that we have this propensity toward self destruction.  This was brought to mind in a movie that I was watching earlier today.

Optimus Race -Exclusive Destruction

Impulsive Inclinations
by Michael Romani

In our life's traveling
Some find themselves unraveling
There is a sense of distinction
In a self destructive inclination

Finding our way to drinking
Dragged there by the bottle's overthinking
Wondering at the meaning
Of our short time here as human beings

Is it just another trick of light
That spirals us past the corridors of midnight
Impulses rule over clear decisions
Lifetimes spent dwelling on imprecisions

We do our best to lock out the bad
Laugh ourselves silly to keep out the sad
Struggling hard to keep things light
We hold onto the good times hugging them tight

It's what we have in our days
Holding on to self taught ways
Until there's one drink too many
And we slip into the self destruction of plenty

Controlled by impulses that once felt good
Spiraling out past the understood
Being our best woman or man
Suddenly, self aware that there isn't a real plan

(c) November 12, 2018  Michael Romani
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Burning By Cica Ghost -Handprint of Destruction


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All life began from one cell.  Sometimes cells mutate in less than desirable ways.

Visual Jazz  - Chambered Cell

by Michael Romani

A cell
Four and a half billon years ago
A cell
Divided into two
Then as though compelled
And having nowhere else to go
Those two cells became four as cells do
And so on and so on
Four and a half billion years of once upon
All life came from one
And will never be done
On and on life grows
And so it shows
All land life
All sea life
All life
From a single cell
But some cells get it wrong
Mutating into something
A something that doesn't belong
And maybe neither do I any longer
I have to be stronger
I will fight with all I am
I did not say hello
Just to say goodbye
And she knows
As she quietly sighs
Life is filled with irony
I will not let death claim me
Not now
One cell
Becomes two
It's a hard sell
But now that two
Has become one
I refuse to be undone
We are one
One together
And in that unified one
We are stronger and better
I will live
Because I live to love her
(c) November 12, 2018  Michael Romani
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Meadow Rose Glen - Evening Settles In



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In the Valley of the Wolf

Based on the reintroduction of wolves into some select wilderness areas:

Peace Nation  - Gray Wolf Under A Purple Night Moon

In the Valley of the Wolf
by Michael Romani

In a mixed experiment
Between purpose and accident
There is a blend
On which side it might depend
One side, fear and mythology
One part, a dream of biology
The wolves were allowed freedom
In places where people had seldom seen 'em
For a time span of generations
Despite a feeling of veneration
For these mystical beasts of dreams
There was a feeling of awe and fear under moon beams
Canis lupus are often seen as solitary
But, actually are quite social to the contrary

The family pack gathers at their riparian home
Where at the calm center they are not alone
Faces turned toward sky they sing
Resonant in harmony, content with what they bring
Each knowing their reason of place
In the hierarchy of the pack's space
The howling tapers off to where it began
In all the moonlit paths they had ran
The chorus shows its personality
As the valley echoes in its harmony
The alpha's voice raises above the chatter
Reassuring the pack of how each member matters
Creatures of the cold, emerging from shadow
Touching noses, pressing shoulders each knows

As they circle each other in meeting
Each genuflecting in diffident greeting
Stolen moments on this winter's day
Wisps of clouds blow the stars into play
Blue brings in this frigid night
Here in the clearing, all is right
Knowing each other at the edge of secrecy
Gathered together in assembly and as family
Coming together for reasons known only to them
These children of the night and of discipline
Thiers is a sacred privilege to become witness
The spiritual embodiment of lost connections
Here in bring these wolves to ancestral home
We humans finally recognize that we are not alone

(c) November 12, 2018  Michael Romani
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The Girl Who Cried Wolf by Cica Ghost  - Birds In Flight








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