Category Archives: Current Events

One More Try for Love

Courage is fleeting
I don’t know why
I’m stuck in the corner
Afraid to try.

Tears are a waste
As night passes slowly
I’ll go out tomorrow
Forget feeling lonely.

Men come and go
Dates seldom work
I’ll wait for right one
Instead of a jerk.

Forget the diet
Bring me the bread
And chocolate and wine till I’m
Light in the head.

Keep my chin up
There’ll come a time
When singing and dancing
And fun will be mine.

Love don’t come easy
That is no lie
Yes, I have the courage
To give it one more try.

Who will win Super Bowl?

Ravens and niners
Who’s gonna win?
Tacklin’ ‘n kickin’
Bashing heads in.

Throwing the ball
Direct to a hole
In defensive lineup
To score a goal.

Pepsi or Coke
Audi or Ford
I choose the Bud ads
In between, I’m bored.

Some like their hot wings
Chips and some beer
I’ll take my ice cream
Thank you dear…

Score’s getting close now
Too close to call
Watching the scoreboard
Who’s got the ball?

Down into history
Who will win?
Tension is mounting
I’m nervous, and all in!

No no he dropped it
Fumbled the ball
Big interception
Ref makes the call.

It’s the last quarter
Which team will win
They’ve got my attention
????

You fill the rest in….

Who were you rooting for?

Jon Stewart vs Twitter

Twitter is the
Best for me
I get my news
One two three.

I don’t have to wait
For evenings at seven
Or six or ten
Or, God forbid, eleven.

I pick up my iPhone
It’s simple you see
No straining with newsprint
No waste, no fees.

No cost whatsoever
To get my news fast
Why wait for a reporter
To send out a blast.

I want to know now.
No patience have I
To read lengthy stories
To strain my old eyes.

I pick up my phone
I click on my app
Getting my headlines
Is really a snap.

I get quite enough
Of news that I need
I don’t have to wade through
Dribble you see.

I don’t want opinion
Or spin on a story
Give me the facts
Not allegory.

I’ll take my news
Dumbed down with ease
I just want your tweet
140 words please.

After the day’s done
I’m caught up on news
I’ll search my recordings
Jon Stewart I’ll choose.

To give me the lowdown
On politics and prose
His wit and his wisdom
His genius, who knows?

He’s right on the mark
He cuts through the chase
Ok, I’ll admit it
He has a cute face.

He wrinkles and scrunches
His cute little nose
But wisdom comes through
Clear down to his toes.

Twitter by day
Is as good as it gets
For full coverage the Daily Show
Is truly the best.

Why Romney Never had a Chance

I figured it out. 
It took quite a while. 
It was more than his words
It was the tone of his smile. 

Rather than glisten
With childlike glee
His eyes revealed pain
When they should have crinkled 
You see. 

Eyes tell the story
Far more than words. 
His eyes remained steadfast
Defying his blurbs. 

While his lips turned upwards
Portraying joke or joy
His brow-line remained planted
As if disdain was his ploy. 

Only once did I detect 
A twinkle of joy
On the occasion of loving
His wife, grandchild or boys.  

When Wall Street Hit Home

I found little pleasure reading the headline news announcing the bank I had worked for had failed. Before I resigned due to my husband’s job transfer, I was extremely depressed going to work each day. I still recall the evening news reporting the country’s outrage over Wall Street bankers raking in billions in bonuses. As Goldman Sach’s executives received nine million dollars and AIG bonuses hit the million dollar mark, I sat in dead silence as employees in our mortgage department read their email saying there would be no raise or bonuses this year. Salaries were being cut. I couldn’t wait to leave.

On my last day of work, leaving the building was surreal. I felt like I was walking down death row passing other inmates on my way to an execution. Sadly, most of the cubes were empty. Amid the hum of computers, occasional flutter of files, rattling of papers, it was the sound of quiet that overwhelmed me the most as I strolled through aisles that used to be packed with employees.  Hit hard by the economic downturn, the remaining shell of a company barely resembled the vibrant business that existed a few short years before. Prior to the recession, you couldn’t navigate the cubicle maze without bumping into someone sprinting to answer an important call or snatch a fax from the machine to make sure it didn’t get buried. Phones rang off their hooks as brokers, bankers, lawyers, appraisers, demanded immediate attention. Keeping the process going, we helped turn the dream of home ownership into a reality. We financed the deal. We were heroes!

No longer offering subprime loans, zero down mortgages, no income verification options; business was down, way down. The fax machines, with their empty trays, sat silent. Broken chairs filled the barren cubes. On my last day I was happy my new manager, who I hadn’t even met yet, was out to lunch as I placed my key card on his desk and slipped out the back door without being noticed. I couldn’t face anyone. At the time I didn’t know which group was worse off, the employees that were let go, with severance and unemployment insurance, or those few remaining souls left to do quadruple the work on less pay.

Although no advance notice is given to the public when a financial institution is being closed, employees saw the writing on the wall. Everyone knew it was just a matter of time before it became a reality. Before I resigned it was depressing for the few remaining employees to walk through the corridors. Once humming with the symphony of voices, phones and faxes, entire blocks of cubicles had become dark, serving as mere repositories for boxes. Those select workers devoted more time to shredding files than servicing loans. Despair reigned as desks were cleared and computers where carted away. Often the only evidence of human existence was the occasional crumbled post it note or dusty coin stuck under a worn out fabric divider.

Reading the newspaper article about the bank’s foreclosure, I tried to imagine how the takeover played out. Picturing Michael Douglas as “Wall Street’s” Gordon Gekko, (I just like to picture Michael Douglas), a bank failing due to greed and corruption was probably not that far off.  Headlines always point out how banks pray on our basic desire to buy more than we can afford. I was remembering how I felt some people should take responsibility for their situation. I saw customers wanting a bigger house, a newer car, even when they were maxed out with bills. Customers used their credit cards to shop, not paying attention to their total balance. Those making only minimum payments didn’t realize that the spontaneous dinner they charged at Red Lobster would never be paid off. But why worry? The envelope next to that credit card bill is for another credit card charging no interest at all for six months! Such a deal! We can charge that 50” flat screen TV. We can buy that new car. Why wait? That house we thought we couldn’t afford? The nice salesman says we can! And not with 20% down. Not with 10% down. Still, today, amid the financial crisis, we can still buy a house for 3% down! What happens when the value of that house drops? What happens when that homeowner loses his job and can’t pay his mortgage?

Today, more people are out of work. Those no longer collecting unemployment insurance are not even counted in the national figures. Banks are charging more fees. Housing is down. People need jobs. Nevertheless I’m still getting inundated with credit card offers in the mail. I can charge more, buy more. I can refinance my mortgage. And, if I’m really lucky, I might have inherited some money from a Nigerian Prince.

My question is: why does Wall Street have so much money it doesn’t know what to do with it? Every time I see the stock market decline I picture the movie Trading Places. I’m sure the real life Dan Aykroyd and Eddie Murphy character stock manipulators are deliberately letting the stock prices drop so they can buy cheap when it hits rock bottom. While the retired are losing their homes, the wealthy “professionals” are profiting from an artificially volatile market.

And what about those job creators? Why haven’t they created jobs with all their money? If I had an extra $20,000 to throw around I’d add a deck on my house. That would create a few jobs.

I’d like suggestions for what can we do to make a difference. What can I do? What about if all those protestors each bought a sandwich from a small vendor?