Hey Diddle Diddle the Cat and the Fiddle: Larry Jumped Over the Moon!

by | Mar 31, 2024 | Larry's Observations

Photo by Kym MacKinnon

Hey Diddle Diddle the Cat and the Fiddle: Larry Jumped Over the Moon!

by | Mar 31, 2024 | Larry's Observations

Photo by Kym MacKinnon

It is time to take back what is ours. Our spiritual birthright demands it. Our fellow citizens of the earth deserve it.

Editor’s Note:

It has been quite some time since I put up an OBS Post. I admit to a dereliction of duty. I know it is inexcusable but lordy knows I have excuses—bunches of them. But since I don’t like to air out dirty laundry, I will simply say I ran out of gas and nursery rhymes. I ran out of excuses and kind things to say. I ran out of kindness and compassion. I just ran out. I took long walks in the sunshine—two to three miles a day to combat this mental fatigue and emotional burn out.

One Voice in Billions

I realized I may be one voice in billions and there are so many other voices. But I always expect something from my voice. I don’t wish to just write the truth. I want to predict and create a truth we can all live with and flourish and prosper in. It is not good enough to feel compassion for the billions of souls on this planet. It is imperative to work hard at creating a compassionate planet.

When you’re walking to shake off the blues, all kinds of memories haphazardly appear; good ones, bad ones and those that matter none. When I was little, I wondered what life would be like if it was a musical and people had to sing to each other instead of talking. I wondered just how grand life would be if it was a musical, not that I liked musicals. I just liked the idea of people singing to each other.

I wanted to put a good spin on life and be a positive impact. But I was the shortest kid in school and very self-conscious and if you will quite introverted. I remember walking the staircase in high school and everyone was so much taller than me, it was a wonder I could see where I was going. I graduated high school at the ripe age of seventeen and I was five foot three and a hundred pounds soaking wet. I spent the first two decades of my life being the littlest guy and I lacked a sense of humor. But I was kinda cute.

But suddenly I hit a growth spurt and grow I did. I went from shortest to tallest at six foot two! Don’t ask me how it happened, it just did, and I even discovered a sense of humor. Full disclosure I never wanted to be a comedian stand up or sit down. I wanted to be a hobo poet traveling around and spouting my words to anyone and everyone.

This is the do-gooder poet in me. I want to blast the trenches of tyranny and intolerance. I am so tired of the game of war but when the enemy only wants to fight what do you do? How many wars, how many lifetimes subjugated by this insanity of trying to prove my dog is bigger than your dog. Truly who the fuck cares?

Planet of Hate or Love

We live on a planet so filled with hate; I want to hate back but then who wins? When did all this change? I grew up in the sixties, I lived through the summer of love. What the hell happened? I gotta tell ya, this hate stuff sucks! Plain and simple haters suck and as we stand here in this collective misery hating being hated, do you turn the other cheek? Do you hate back? Do you try and find some common ground?

I feel like we are playing the game of ostriches and ducking our proverbial heads in the sand and not confronting that we are our own last chance. We are our own messiah. No one is going to come rushing down to the rescue. There is no Wyatt Earp or Wild Bill Hickock bailing us out like the old west. We live in the OK Corral, and it is time to wake up and smell the gun powder or the pollution that is rotting our oceans. On top of the world’s problems, we have become so overly sensitive that it becomes impossible to see another’s point of view without rancor or prejudice.

It is time to take back what is ours. Our spiritual birthright demands it. Our fellow citizens of the earth deserve it. We have lived more lives than I could possibly remember, and I am so sick of this merry-go-round that I want to scream to anyone who will listen, but no one is listening, and I guess I will scream anyway. But per chance if you are listening, raise your hand and I will see it from afar. It is time for a planet of love. There I said it!

That is my rant for the day, the week, the months. I am carving some space out of my fuzzy brain thinking and narrowing in on the greater truths. I know this has been quite a ramble, but it has been bottled up for too long.

Coffee & Poetry at Jack’s House

On a positive note, the poetry reading I host at the Jack Kerouac House in St. Petersburg is off to a great start with two sellouts! We have some fabulous poets reading and I am oh so pleased and yes, a little proud that we could create this and am thankful to the board of directors of the house for allowing me to create this. It’s called Coffee & Poetry at Jack’s House!

My video this week is none other than Give Peace a Chance with John Lennon’s famous words and the Plastic Onon Band:

I write this for my birthday, March 31st with oh so many evolutions around the sun!

Shalom Shalom

Lawrence George Jaffe

Lawrence George Jaffe

Lawrence George Jaffe is an internationally known and an award-winning writer, author, and poet. For his entire professional career, Jaffe has been using his art to promote human rights. He was the poet-in-residence at the Autry Museum of Western Heritage, a featured poet in Chrysler’s Spirit in the Words poetry program, co-founder of Poets for Peace (now Poets without Borders) and helped spearhead the United Nations Dialogue among Civilizations through Poetry project which incorporated hundreds of readings in hundreds of cities globally using the aesthetic power of poetry to bring understanding to the world.

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