09 September 2014

Angel of the Moment

I’m crossing the peak… 
starting the downslope of life… 
From this lofty perspective, 
      I can see the years and experiences…
          …trailing out behind me. 
In those misty reaches, 
      I do see the black depths 
          …of human corruption.

But… 
     Oh… 
          Sweet Lord in Heaven… 
I see so much more! 
      I KNOW 
          …the world is peopled with angels. 
      I KNOW 
          …most people are good and want only to be whole.
      I KNOW 
          …that everyone and anyone is capable…
          …capable of being an angel of the moment. 

That’s my experience. 
And, it gives me hope for the future… 
          …for my son… 
                    …for all our children.

To someone… 
          …to anyone who crosses your path…

                    …be an angel of the moment.

by D. Denise Dianaty
© 09 September 2014



Pick up your own copy 

of my first book of poetry, 
entitled My Life In Poetry 
at D. Denise Dianaty

18 August 2014

Poem: Laugh Clown… Laugh


Laugh Clown… Laugh
by D. Denise Dianaty – 18 August 2014

Laugh clown… laugh

Delivered the joke, smiled through torment…
On humor’s wings your malady was bent.
You shared with all your gift of the jape,
For our maudlin hearts a moment’s escape.
A manic laugh ‘pon your face fights,
We raised you up to astonishing heights.

Laughing… laughing… laughing… laugh

From the depth of melancholy in your eyes,
Take flight now before us… ever higher you’ll rise.
Made us laugh ’til we did cry apiece…
Precarious… you teetered ‘pon the precipice.
Played out your suffering ‘pon the stage,
Lights… camera… the pedestal… your cage.

Cry out loud… make jest of your pain

For you ever inspired, gave hope from your fragility, 
Shined so brightly for all your frolicking jocularity, 
Behind the door… in the dark… burned out alone.
Did we ever see if a smile from your eyes shone.
You always were easing our lonely malady.
You made the joke from your own tragedy.

The lonely clown… living to entertain

Reveling in your hilarity taken for granted,
Your warmth… your joy… we were enchanted.
Left none to ease your heart so dolorous,
To deliver joy beyond depression’s curse.
To strive with unending adverse poignancy, 
Gave joy… spread smiles… and tears of hilarity.

Dying… dying…dying to make us laugh

Laughing… laughing… laughing countenance
Hiding behind laughter, your sustenance.
Your soul laid bare… laid bare for the joke,
Poured out… poured out… ’til your heart broke.
Loving the clown to death, we cried,
Cruelest cut the day the laughter died.

Laugh clown… laugh
Laughing… laughing… laughing… laugh
Cry out loud… make jest of your pain
The lonely clown… living to entertain
Dying… dying…dying to make us laugh





15 July 2014

Southerners (pronounced, "Suth'nahs")

A little something that’s been doing the rounds for a long time – I didn’t compose the list. Just thought I'd share!

"Suthnahs"
No self-respecting Southerner would ever call them selves a "South-er-ner." It's pronounced: "Suth’nuh." And "Southernisms" (pronounced "suth’nisms") are uniquely southern (pronounced "suth'nahn") colloquial modes of speech and attitude.

Suth’nisms:

Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit, and that you don't "HAVE" them, you "PITCH" them.

Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip greens, peas, beans, or what have you make up "a mess."

Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of "yonder." (pronounced: yon-dah)

Only a Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is, as in: "Goin' to town, be back directly ..."

Even Southern babies know that "Gimme some shugah" is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.

All Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.

Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold potato salad. If the neighbor's trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin!

Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between "right near" and "a right far piece." They also know that "just down the road" can be 1 mile or 20.

Only a Southerner, both knows and understands, the difference between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and po' white trash.

A Southerner knows that "fixin" can be used as a noun, a verb, or an adverb.

Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines, ... and when we're "in line,"... we talk to everybody!

Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they're related, even if only by marriage.

In the South, ya’ll is singular, all ya’ll is plural.

Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.

Every Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; and that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food.

When you hear someone say, "Well, I caught myself lookin'," you know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!

Only true Southerners say "sweet tea" and "sweet milk." Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it. "Sweet milk" means you don't want buttermilk.

And a true Southerner knows you don't scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say, "Bless her heart.… " and go your own way.

To those of you who are still a little embarrassed by your Southerness: Take two tent revivals and a dose of sausage gravy and call me in the morning. Bless your heart! And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff… bless your hearts, I hear they are fixin' to have classes on Southernness as a second language!

And for those that are not from the South but have lived here for a long time, all ya’ll need a sign to hang on ya’ll's front porch that reads "I ain't from the South, but I got here as fast as I could."
Southern girls know: men may come and go, but friends are fah-evah !

Now Shugah, send this to someone who was raised in the South or wish they had been! If you're a Northern transplant… bless your little heart… fake it. We know you got here as fast as you could.


11 January 2014

A Poem: Be the Rain


Be the Rain.
I am the rain.

The mountain may spit fire at the sky. . . 
Still the rain will fall.

The mountain may quake at the world. . . 
Still the rain will fall.

The mountain will be silent and brooding. . .
Still the rain will fall.

The mountain will tumble down upon the earth. . .
Still the rain will fall.

The mountain will be reduced to sandy shore. . .
Still the rain will fall.

Be the rain.

by D. Denise Dianaty
© 11 January 2014

03 January 2014

A Poem: Grace Gifts

An expression of my gratitude for the gifts in my life from God's boundless Grace

Grace Gifts

As I stood wondering before the alter,
As I shared my vows, Would I falter?
I fixed my eyes upon that face,
And there I saw God’s Amazing Grace.
No o’erwhelming pause remained,
God filled my heart with Joy sustained.

Life rolled on toward the tomb,
Years rolled on with empty womb.
Though sadness tinged my heart each year,
His heart, his caress would dry my tear.
A child of our love to hold,
Could God’s blessings be so bold?

A dozen true years of love we shared,
Till unmatched blessing showed how God cared.
Our love full circle He brought us without rift.
A son for us was His great gift.
I fixed my eyes upong that new face,
And knew there God’s Amazing Grace.


By D. Denise Dianaty
© 02 January 2013

30 November 2013

Gluttony and Gratitude




&



On our national holiday of Thanksgiving, how much time is apportioned to that aim? It seems this holiday has become a carnival of gluttony -- a gluttony of overeating, overspending, and over extending. It's the start of a season of excess, just TOO MUCH of everything. Black Friday (which starts now on the day before -- the day of Thanksgiving) is a gluttony of overspending, often for no more than just a "good price." We don't even stop to consider that no matter how "good" the price is, it's expended for something we really don't need and could easily do without. We are lost in an orgy of bargain-finding, a free-falling descent into the dehumanizing free-for-all over those oh-so-fabulous "doorbuster" deals that really aren't and of which there are never enough available. And, our pursuit of this excess denies those poor workers even this day of rest -- for, how can they revel in time with family and friends and still serve us? I'm not the first person to bemoan the gluttony of the holidays, nor of society in general:

He who is not contented with what he has, would not be contented with what he would like to have. -- Socrates

Do you think it is a vain hope that one day man will find joy in noble deeds of light and mercy, rather than in the coarse pleasures he indulges in today -- gluttony, fornication, ostentation, boasting, and envious vying with his neighbor? I am certain this is not a vain hope and that the day will come soon. -- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamzov

Let me have men about me that are fat; sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights; yonder Cassius has a lean and hungry look; he thinks too much; such men are dangerous. -- William Shakespeare

We have let ourselves become consumed with the pursuit of TOO MUCH. We stunt ourselves and our children, our society and our nation in this pursuit. The stagnation of our government and our economy is the tangible result of our avaricious pursuit of all the newest, shiniest, most prestigious STUFF. We ourselves have been so consumed by this pursuit that we've allowed a minority of extreme viewpoints to seize power in our nation -- to the left and to the right. The majority middle have become the "…fat; sleek-headed men…" too busy with the "…coarse pleasures he indulges…" to stand up and be counted for what is right and reasonable in our natures, in our nation, in our whole world.

Sometimes, it seems that gratitude itself has become an archaic concept. Examples of gluttony, of excess abound. We see it in our expanding bodies, our expanding debt, our groaning and overladen tables, and our bulging closets and cupboards. It can never be enough. The voices of reason and restraint are drowned out by the raucous haranguing that never stops urging us to buy more… eat more… wear more… change more… MORE… MORE… MORE…

But, here's the thing: in our gluttonous pursuits, we lose the ability to see our bounty. We forget how to be grateful, to give thanks. Gratitude enriches us by opening our eyes to the riches we already possess, that we have no need to pursue. Gratitude makes us better human beings. It opens space for us to relax and enjoy what we already have and to appreciate the grace and miracles that abound in every moment of every single day. And, it moves us to live as we would go on in the world to preserve that bounty.

Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. -- Epicurus

As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them. -- John F. Kennedy


Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others. -- Cicero


by D. Denise Dianaty
© 30 November 2013


Pick up your own copy of my first book of poetry at My Life In Poetry



23 October 2013

Peace and calm I’ve found in Christ – Scripture Verses

Ever have one of those days? A day when everyone seems to be out to really tick you off? I've found the following scriptures (from the NIV) of help in finding that calm we all hope to seek at such times. 

Romans 15:13
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

John 14:27
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

John 16:33
"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."

2 Thessalonians 3:16
Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you.

20 October 2013

Follow the Money

Follow the Money

I have an observation. They tell us that each generation pays into Social Security for the preceding generation. So, my parents paid for their parents and my generation is paying for my parents. Okay, there are way more Baby Boomers (my parents generation) than there is of the generation following them (the current generation). However, there was an even larger percentage more Baby Boomers than the generation that preceded them (my grandparents).

Now, the Baby Boomers have been paying in all their lives for a generation that they far and away outnumber. More than will EVER draw from the money paid on their behalf. But, our generation is supposed to support those Baby Boomers with a fraction of the pay-in to the system.

And, what about all those illegal aliens with falsified documents? Every time they're hired, it can take  months to get the warning that something isn't quite copacetic with their paperwork. All that time, their taxes and unemployment insurance and Social Security is taken out for every dollar they earn. Now, they just take those falsified documents and go somewhere else with a new set of falsified references and go through the same process again. Over and over and over until they are finally caught or legalized. So, who's tracking those Social Security contributions? 

Next, think about all those folks who work all their lives, dutifully paying in their Social Security. Then, when their kids are all grown, before they ever get the chance to collect that Social Security, they pass away. What happens to their lifetime of contributions?

So, where's all the money those hard working Baby Boomers paid in? Where's the money paid in under those false documents? Where's the money paid in by everyone who dies before they draw the first dime?

12 September 2013

Remembering the Whole Truth of 9/11


September 11, 2001… It's a date etched forever in our national memory… a date it would be shameful not to honor. So many people died that day, people of all nationalities… of all races… of all faiths. We forget that. We remember the day, but only for a select group of victims… only the ones that matter, the Remembered. We conveniently omit those "others," even the heroes. They are the Forgotten.

We mourn the losses of 9/11 and try to comfort each other and the those who lost loved ones. We assure them and each other of the validity of our grief, of our right to mourn. Who mourns for the Muslim dead? Who comforts the Muslim mourners in their grief? Muslim mourners have become the silent, forgotten victims of 9/11, dehumanized and victimized daily by a rhetoric that makes them inconvenient at best, vilifies them as somehow responsible at worst, in all ways ignoring their loss… denying their right to mourn.

From CNN
 You won't find Mohammed Hamdan among the names of the first responders that etched in a wall at the 9/11 memorial in New York. But on the day of the 9/11 attacks, the 23-year-old certified EMT and onetime NYPD police cadet skipped his job at a university research lab to rush to the World Trade Center. Not long after, his family posted Hamdan's picture on a wall of the missing. Six months later, his remains were found in - 34 parts. "He did not stop to wonder are they Christian or Muslims or are they Jews or their ethnicity or their color." Mrs. Talat says of her son's actions on 9/11. "It's just humanity."

From NY Times
"A Nation Challenged: Portraits of Grief: The Victims…" comes the small story of another forgotten hero, a Muslim from Yemen, Abdu Malahi. "On Sept. 11, Mr. Malahi ignored warnings to flee the building and stayed to help evacuate the hotel guests."

The Muslims who marched in DC are Muslims in AMERICA. It was the WORLD Trade Center. Many Muslims died that day too. The tragedy of 9/11 happened to them too.

From USA TodayYet 9/11 had more Muslim victims (about 60 of nearly 3,000 killed) than terrorist hijackers (19).

They included an assistant bank vice president and a cook, a commodities trader and a waiter, an insurance executive, a security guard and an IT guy.

They included immigrants from all over: Sarah Khan, a cafeteria manager from Guyana; Syed Abdul Fatha, a copy machine operator from India; Zuhtu Ibis, a computer technician from Turkey. There was Michael Baksh, a Pakistani immigrant on his first day of work at the insurance firm Marsh & McLennan, and Abdoul Karim Traore, who had risen at 3 a.m. that day to deliver USA TODAY before reporting to work as a cook at Windows on the World restaurant. Karamo Trerra, a computer tech, was ready to celebrate his fourth wedding anniversary on Sept. 12.

11 September 2013

Bikers' Ride Never Denied


There's so much in our country we SHOULD be focused on… So much wrong with our politicians -- Republican and Democrat alike. Why must we be bogged down by FALSE protests? These knee-jerk reactions do nothing except tear down our country and destroy the sense of community we should be building. 

The latest divisive, HATE MONGERING Facebook spam post is the numerous and vitriolic posts about 2 million bikers being denied a "No Stop" permit to ride in DC. My Facebook wall has been overwhelmed by posts about this --  sowing dissension and hatred. Ignoring fact and history.

We are being led into bearing false witness every time we share, every time someone reads the post on our Facebook wall, even if they're only reading someone else's post while scanning our wall. Scripture tell us: Exodus 23:1 NIV - Do not spread false reports. Do not help a wicked man by being a malicious witnessProverbs 19:5 NIV - A false witness will not go unpunished, and he who pours out lies will not go free. Proverbs 21:28 NIV - A false witness will perish, and whoever listens to him will be destroyed forever. As Christians, we are called to support and speak the truth: Ephesians 4:15 NIV - Let our lives lovingly express the truth in all things speaking truly, dealing truly, living truly. As stated so eloquently by Pastor Adrian Rogers, "It is better to be divided by truth than to be united in error. It is better to speak the truth that hurts and then heals, then falsehood that comforts and then kills. It is not love and it is not friendship if we fail to declare the whole counsel of God. It is better to be hated for telling thetruth than to be loved for telling a lie."

Yet again… They WERE NOT denied a permit to ride. Please, support their ride -- it is their right. But, calm down people. They WERE NOT -- that's right -- NOT denied a permit to ride. They were ONLY denied a permit allowing them to pass through all the traffic signals and stop signs without stopping -- i.e. a "Not Stop" permit. No one cares about the truth. 

Speaking of TRUTH -- Muslims did not bring down those planes -- Extremist terrorists with an agenda to sow hatred and dissension, fear and mistrust (quite successfully -- obviously) brought down those planes. Those particular extremists just happened to claim to be Muslim. 

Too many terrorists who just happen to claim to be Christian have had this same goal -- just not with such spectacularly horrific footage and media blitz coverage. Check this article: : http://www.salon.com/2013/08/03/the_10_worst_examples_of_christian_or_far_right_terrorism_partner

And this one: 

Here’s another article on the subject:

Please, let's get educated about the issues before spamming the world with erroneous posts. Let's stop helping the hate mongers.