The Hollyweird Infestation

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The Hollyweird Infestion

A sinister evil energy is creeping across our country through airways.                                                    An invasion through all forms of media meddling with our consciousness.                                Exploiting the innocence of our children,                                                                                              Desensitizing them to vile violence,                                                                                                          Polluting relationships with sick stories                                                                                                     of evil perpetuated on others by gazing at gore.                                                                                                                                                                  It’s infiltrating all media with filth and foul in every phrase.                                                                  Dumbing down our youth with a lack of literacy.                                                                                     It’s making immorality moral,                                                                                                                    Right wrong and wrong right.                                                                                                                   Dissolving healthy love in relationships,                                                                                                   transforming it into a sickness of sexuality                                                                                                It’s tainting our youth with toxic waste of time on screens. 

This disease is going from epidemic to pandemic across the world.                                                                          

Be Aware!                                                                                                                                                   Be Careful!                                                                                                                                                Guard your homes and families                                                                                                                 Be sure to innoculate them against this insidious outbreak                                                                          

By refusing to watch!

Zero Population Growth

Zero Population Growth

Some people believe in quality

Not quantity

Unlike California who adds a new million each year

Or India

Teeming with life

Beggars

Merchants

Yogis

Cremation at the Ganges

Recycling life into another reincarnation

Or China

Population grew so large the government forced contraception

Only one for a while

Only two in the country

A boy valued more than a girl

Infanticide of females became too common

Today freeways buzz like bees twenty four seven

Traffic stopping like clogged arteries at rush hours

New lanes and new structures line them with commerce

Urban sprawl leaving no room

For pastures for cows

Meadows for Meadow Larks

Or clean air to breathe

Back in the seventies there was a push

Only two children per couple

The world then was three billion

Now fifty years later the world population bulges

More than double

Humanity has not taken the idea seriously

Responsibility with the life force

An afterthought

When does the earth reach

“The fullness of it’s Creation”

Does that mean humanity is the only life form left

When God said

"Multiply and Replenish the Earth"

Humanity got the multiply part 

but not

The Replenish

Ode to Alcoholics

This is an ode to Alcohol

That cunning and baffling drug

It will take your life and twist it around

Then leave you like yesterday’s rug

At first you feel happy and silly

Do things that can be kind of rude

Embarrass yourself  Make a fool of yourself

Get loud and a little crude

It begins to numb the senses

So the demons will go away

But when you come back to yourself again

There’s double the demons to pay

Thousands of brain cells are destroyed

Each time you take that drink

After a while the grogginess

Makes it difficult to think

Self will begins to run riot

No one is right but you

All the bad deeds are another’s fault

Responsible is not something you do

Pretty soon you need some more

Just to mellow out

More and more and more it takes

To the place you can just drop out

You lose the friends you met in the bar

To drugs or divorce or death

You lose your true friends and family

You lose your life   your own breath

By now you’re pretty much out of control

You lie  you cheat  you steal

Morals become a thing of the past

There’s only one thing       Your will

It’s a legacy to pass on to the kids

That deadly and dark disease

Deny the elephant in the room

Starts to be used with ease

The pattern is set to pass it on

Because people refuse to get help

You’d rather be sick than take the steps

Toward wellness  happiness   health

You’re finally a true monster

Insanity has taken your life

You’ve lost your job  your husband  your wife

The only thing left is

?

-A High Price to Pay-

or

Turn your will over to a higher power

That can restore you to sanity

One step at a time

Let go and let God

The only way to be free

Tatts

Once handsome men are now freaks

Women a side show at the circus

It has become the trend

Putting permanent life marks on flesh

Once a birthmark was thought a curse from God

Especially in visible places

Now young and old enjoy marring their body

With ugly designs

Once hidden in some secret place

Now they force us to witness their masochistic acts

Purplish blue black and indigo colors

Blur the beauty God gave them

Once thought extreme

Now they parade their anti-social behavior

Like a badge on arms and legs

An art exhibition we didn’t choose to attend

Some say their tatts mean something

A tribute to someone

Some say they are sensitive souls

Expressing themselves

I beg to differ

Anyone who consciously chooses

To hurt themselves for attention

Doesn’t care if they offend

Troubling

The question looms large

Why do people choose to look cheap

Like hardened ex cons

Epilogue For The Homeless

The homeless are great

They Manipulate

Playing victim

Preying on good Christian hearts

The con their game

They use different disguises

Different faces

One man always out there with many

Sometimes a goatee

Sometimes a long beard

Sometimes a hat

Sometimes just looks weird

He stands on the median

Always a forlorn face

 looking down

He should get an academy award

for acting

They have different signs

Scrawled on cardboard

A good technique

One I saw said 

Stranded 

Please anything will help

I called her on it as she got on her hidden bike

smiling

One sign said

I used to have a life once

I decided to talk to her about it

Same old sob story

Sores all over her face

Wasn’t going to admit she chose to be a meth addict

Another sign

I used to be somebody once

She’s still somebody

Somebody on the streets

Another

Will work for food

Four fast food restaurants hiring on the same street

Homeless and Hungry

Anything will help

When you give them food they’re disappointed

Don’t feed their addictions with your philanthropy

That enable’s their disease

They make a much better living begging

A cab driver told me they often make $200 an hour

A better wage than his fifteen an hour plus tips

It’s lucrative

begging

I’ve interviewed a few to see

How they ended up on the streets

Ran away because my mother was a drug addict

Or her new husband was sexually abusing me

Husband was an alcoholic

All pretty legit reasons

Sometimes Tragic

Sometimes real

Usually not

Personal Choice and Personal Responsibility

Must be examined

It’s the lazy man’s profession

Some like it

 Don’t mind being a vagabond

Enjoy the gypsy life riding the rails

They’ve made their own bed

Don’t mind sleeping in a bag on the streets

It’s just like camping

Much easier than taking care of a house

All that responsibility

They like the simple life

Most take your money for alcohol and drugs

They don’t really want food

Don’t be fooled

Don’t feel too sorry for these

“Victims”

Sometimes these “Victims” are victimizing

You

Social Commentary Poetry

Unstrung Heroes

The world has gone mad or has always been so

Why else would it make sick souls it’s heroes

All through time  inevitably

The famous have gone down in history

But their fame  it seems  has been terribly maimed

With disease  misery  and life’s tragedy

Elvis’s Pelvis was long acclaimed

Yet he died overdose on drugs

Fat  weak and lame

Marilyn Monroe was legendary

For her lips  her breasts and her imagery

Drowned in a pool her life rather brief

Unable to cope with her pain and her grief

Lennon  Morrison  Hendrix and Joplin

With drugs and boose  left their mids quiet fried

Never the less they are valued and prized

Their lives quite seriously eulogized

Considered poetic greats of their day

Still their lives turned out to be rather gray

As Ann Sexton and Sylvia Plath

Left suicide in their aftermath

  

Clinton and Nixon and Kennedy

Whose personal lives were far from free

Of disease and corruption

Left a trail of destruction

As they lied to us all and one  “Never Inhaled”

All got off scott free when they should have been jailed

For murder or adultery,

But as President

“These laws don’t apply to me”

One of the sickest crimes of the day

Was when Simpson blew his own wife away

But because he was athletic and good with a ball

The world let him off

Because after all

His life should be free of punishment

Because “All Star Players” are always exempt

Sometimes I think I must be living in Hell

An assylum of absurdity is the place that I dwell

To be sentenced to earth as the place of my brith

Where the crazier one is the more valued his worth

Are we really such fools to allow the race

To put these kinds of people in the realm of first place

To guide lead direct and be idolized

People whose lives really should be dispised

We vote them in, put them up on the wall

We cheer and we clamor

Make them King of the Hall

Are Earth’s souls so lost they must follow the lost

To death, to Hell and Oblivion

Isn’t there anyone whose memory lives on

Are their truly no saints or souls worthy

Of our praise and our votes and honest glory

Face Book Follies

Let it all hang out

Give every sorted detail of your personal life

Nothing sacred

Make political stands that alienate your friends

Your family

Divide the country with political rants

Hide behind a screen spewing venom

Cause division

Hatred

Abuse family and friends

Show off vices, drinking, tatts, dark sides of character

Teenagers

Threaten and bully

Cause someone to commit suicide

with cruel words

Cat fish and lie

Stalk and spy

Gross people out with obscene

Pictures of man’s cruelty

To animals

Or each other

Use filth and foul

Sociopaths on the prowl

Definitely the wrong ways to use face book

Face book

Friend or foe

You decide

Resting, Relaxing and Rejuvenating

There is nothing like the ocean to rejuvenate my soul and the turquoise clear water and white sands of the Bahamas are definitely a way to do it. There are different colors of the turquoise ocean just like the turquoise stones from deep blue to blue green. Another name would be aqua-marine and that really describes the lighter blues of the water. The sands on the beaches  range from coral to various shades of off white to almost white around the island. There is nothing like the calm and relaxing waters and the beautiful marine life from lavender and blue sea fans to "cu cu ca choo"sea turtles peacefully drifting in the waters.

A favorite place for lunch and wading in the waters is Banana Beach. The sand bar reaches way out into the water at low tide and people love to wade around it in the warm waters that range from lower to higher seventy degrees. The food at the Banana Beach restaurant is tasty with fresh fish, conck fritters, and other sea and surf fare. Palm trees surround it and it is very laid back and people come in and out all day to enjoy the atmosphere and the food.

The Island people are very friendly and polite. Always greeting you with a "Good Day" or "Good Afternoon" and there English is very good with a little Bahamian twang at times. They believe in the bible and there are Churches all over the island. They seem to believe and live the Christian creed as well and I hear them talking to each other about bible lessons.

Hibiscus of many different colors grow everywhere I have discovered not only their beauty but the tea that can be created from them which is a little tangy and pinkish in color from the many shades of hibiscus. It is good with a little honey or lemon.

Pictures are worth a thousand words some I am including them to help you visualize this captivating and mellow place.

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Spiritual Help in An Ailing World  By Ann Hughes  Amazon

Too many have given up a spiritual foundation in their homes and it is reeking havoc on our Society. A return to strong morals and spiritual values is the much needed remedy. Find ways to find purpose and meaning in life again.

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Families are in crisis today. Parents and children need some support and guidance to make their families strong again. Help your children be happy and healthy in body mind and spirit and feel successful in their lives.

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The Rainbow World  By Andrea Hughes  Amazon

Teach your children to love and respect all the races and cultures in the world

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A wise wizard teaches some young people secrets to having a healthy world through Help, Hope, Healing and Harmony

Poetry and other Collections

Connections  by Ann Hughes  Amazon
We are all connected to each other in different ways. Explore some of those connections
A collection of  Short Stories and Essays

Slipping Through Time  by Ann Hughes  Amazon
A collection of poetry

Our Neighbors

Our Neighbors

They don't build tunnels anywhere along the north
Few wish to escape to colder country.
There are only a few roads along that endless border,
all have strict guard houses at the dividing line.
They don't tolerate illegal entry.
You will be thrown out within days.
A civilized land,
they take care of their sick,
their poor.
Mother's are valued.
a monthly supplement insures they can stay home,
raise their babies until school.
Hardy, hardworking souls,
crime is much lower up north.
People work to stay warm,
not steal from their neighbors.
We could learn some things from our Canadian countrymen.


If you have committed a crime,
hopeful escape is Mexico,
the lawless land where police can be bribed.
If they want your house,
your car, your boat,
they take it.
mother's pander their young for pennies,
begging an occupation.
They teach them to hold out their hand at two
Some just learning their first words know
"Hey Lady" and give "chicklets" for dimes or quarters,
maybe even a dollar.
Long tunnels are scraped out in border towns,
wishing to escape to the "Land of Eldorado",
where milk and gold flow like honey.
Life is warm.
The climate attracts the"Canucks" that winter there.
People can make their homes out of big boxes
like a turtle if need be.
Tequila and drugs flow like water,
"to kill ya" might kill ya!
Life is cheep.
Drug cartels and illegals swarm the borders,
push their way through in mobs at dusk.
Stark skeletons scatter the trail along the Rio Grande.
Those that didn't make it.

True Beauty is in the Heart

Accepted for publication in "Sage Woman"

       What makes someone beautiful is the light in their eyes and the depth of their souls.  It emanates from their heart and shines through any outer disguise.  Sometimes being blessed with outward beauty can be a curse because  that is all people look at instead of searching deeper to see who a person really is.  There are all kinds of beauty in the world. Some people are ugly both inside and outside. Some people are beautiful both inside and out.  I have known people that are beautiful on the outside but do such ugly acts that they become ugly people.  Others I have known were very homely people but their warmth and kindness have erased any outward appearance and they have become truly beautiful.

     When I was in college, I met a girl from a small country town.  She had crooked teeth and was rather homely. She spoke with a country hick accent and pronounced words differently than I had ever heard others speak them. Her clothes were out of date and had a funny old fashioned style to them.  I thought she was really odd and yet she was always very friendly and outgoing.  After a while I got so I enjoyed her more and more.  We started working together in Sunday School with young children and became good friends.

     It is true that often people become beautiful as we get to know them.  She found out that I was really hoping to finish college because I had only a couple of quarters left but I had a new baby and couldn't afford a sitter.  She told me she wanted to help me and to bring my son over when I needed to go to class. I offered to pay her but she said no, that she wanted to do this for me.  It was such a kind and unselfish act.  Though we have lost touch, she is still a beautiful person in my eyes.  A beauty that has lasted through time.

      Once I was vacationing at a resort in Idaho, I noticed a young attractive couple having fun, laughing and cuddling in the hot tub.  I remember thinking how in love they seemed. I moved my lounge chair to a different angle to catch the sun rays better.  It was then I noticed that the other half of the man's face was disfigured with a dark purple birthmark.  It had some skin hanging down in an unnatural way. His girlfriend was oblivious to it, kissing and hugging him like she wasn't even aware of his birthmark.  It inspired me to look beyond the outer shell of a person and move into their soul. .

     One night I met a man in a dance club. He was very handsome but I noticed he had some scars on one side of his face.  I asked him what had happened and he told me he had been hit by a car when he was fifteen.  He didn't know that I was very depressed that night. I was  in deep despair and feeling suicidal.  I had been through a difficult divorce and had fallen in love with a man who was married but had told me he was unhappy and was leaving her.   As time went on I realized he was playing us both along as well as a couple of other women. It completely broke my heart being betrayed by two men, him and my ex-husband and I was wary of ever trusting a man again.  I didn't trust this man, yet something about his scars made me feel close to him.  We were both scarred in a certain way. It inspired a poem.

                                 Crippled

              We're both crippled you and I

              We both suffered the tragedy of terrible accidents

              We see on your face what cruel fate dealt you

               Such a handsome face to be marred by a sudden wrong move

               My face is beautiful

               I show no scars

               But the wounds around my heart

               No one would want to look upon

     Over time we fell in love and I eventually married this man.  He had a kindness, sensitivity, and sense of humor that erased any scars in my eyes. Sometimes beauty has to be stripped of it's disguises to find the real thing, like a diamond in the rough.  Beauty is also often like a rosebud and it has to open up so we can look deep inside to see its true beauty.