A Lot With Just a Little

A Lot With Just a Little

I’ve always been interested in cars
although I’ve not bought
any cool ones myself in many years,
I’ve always kept an eye out
whenever I drive down the street
for cars worth seeing.

Years ago when I was young
my friends and I used to laugh
at this old junker Plymouth that this guy
drove all over the town where I lived.
I never met the dude, but his car
was old and dented with faded brown paint.
On the side he spray painted in large, sloppy
letters a sign that said “Jeff Barts, Private Eye.”
It wasn’t until years later,
long after I’d moved away that I realized
that Mr. Barts was a young man to be respected
because even though he had next to nothing,
he was striving to realize his dreams in life
with the resources he had at the time.

A few years back, a friend and I used to go
to this parking lot in town where early
Sunday mornings lots of people gathered
who had fast and exotic cars
to show off their rides and chat
over coffee and beer.
Amongst all the Cobra’s,
Viper’s, Ferrari’s, Porsche’s
and six hundred horsepower
Corvette’s there was this guy
who showed up every Sunday
with a clunky faded green
’75 Ford Gran Torino with a white vinyl top
that had a 400 Cleveland with a blower
sticking out of the hood.
It was obvious that he’d done
all the work himself with sloppy
liquid metal beads around the edges
of plexiglass windows, badly wound
aluminum tape on the hoses
and klunky orange paint
on the brake drums that didn’t match
the rest of the car.

His Torino stood out like a sore thumb
there amongst all those high dollar rides.
All the other owners shunned him
and chuckled at his car.
I chatted with him once.
He was very proud of his ride
and all the work he’d put into it.
I listened to him talk thinking to myself
that here was another man who was striving
towards his dreams in life come hell or high water.
Of all the people gathered there, he was the one
you just had to respect because even though
he didn’t have much, he did his best
with whatever he had.

Whenever you see someone
who is the black sheep of the crowd,
whenever you see someone going for
whatever dreams they have in life
without much to work with
except loads of enthusiasm,
make sure to chat with them.
Give them encouragement
and a kind word.
Remember, the misfits,
and the odd ones out
are often the ones
who have the strongest will and deepest love
for the life that flows in their veins.
When comes the time for humanity
to save itself, it will be the odd ones,
the misfits and the black sheep
who have the most
experience at doing
a lot with just a little.
Likely as not the future
of our species will rest with them.

Dewey Dirks

Good Grace

Good Grace

The other day I was talking
with a friend about the things
that I write.
She said, “I’ve noticed that most
of the poems you write
are uplifting and positive.”
I said, “Well, I write what
I know and what is in my heart.”
She said, “Certainly you must have
bad things happen to you too.”
I told her, “Yes, I’ve had very terrible
things happen but my experiences
in life have taught me that
if you are willing to look for it,
there are virtually always upsides
to the things that happen.

You know that scene from
Star Wars where the two Jedi
have to make it past a giant blast door
to get at the bad guys on the other side,
so they put their light sabers
into the door and after a few minutes
they just burn through the door?
The kind and good grace
of some of the things
that have happened to me
are like those light sabers—
They are of such a great
and powerful proportion,
that after awhile, their memory
manages to burn through
anything terrible
that happens to me.

Sometimes things happen to you
that you never really get over
some of them are bad, but there are
others as well even more lasting
that are good.
When I write, I keep the good
things in mind because
the memory of them outshines
just about anything else
that has ever happened to me.”

Dewey Dirks

Delusions

Delusions

The other morning
I had a long conversation
with a young man who suffered
from paranoid delusions.
Breathlessly he explained
to me how an insidious group
called the Bungalow Cabal
had been bugging his phone
and messing with his computer
for many years.
He said no one would help him
and that the cops and government
officials were in on it too.

Later in the day
I sat down at coffee
in a bar where everyone
was watching
the soccer championships
down in Brazil.

I had to ask myself
which is the greater delusion?
Those of a man
scared and all alone whose
point of view is socially unfashionable
and whose ideas hurt only himself,
or the international delusion
that it’s perfectly fine for a country
to spend many billions building
sports arenas on the broken backs
of poor people who need
food, clinics, and schools
and then broadcast
weeks of games while the police
and military rob the people
of their rights to protest the oppression
so the rest of the world can
enjoy the spectacle of soccer games
either unaware or uncaring
of all the mayhem.

Dewey Dirks

Education

Education

All the world
is pretty much the same everywhere.
There are cities full of people
and countryside outside of town
both farmed and wild.

All the world over,
we work daily,
come home and tend to our families.
There are people we talk to,
people we love, and many people
we see but do not know.

Don’t trust the sitcoms,
talkshows, and news to teach you.
Don’t depend on Facebook, Twitter
and YouTube…keep it real, my friend
Remember, your real education
begins when you leave college
and turn off your TV and smartphone.
All the world is around you all the time.
Nature is a teacher
who will not steer you wrong.

Let the world
and your neighborhood
be your school in life…
Learn from your intuition.
Let your soul teach you wisdom.
Look for kindness around you
—sometimes it’s subtle and hidden
by the false bravado and daily banter
of peoples pride.
We all live under one sky.
We all breath
the same kind of oxygen
and drink the same kind of water.
We all want to love and be loved
we all want happiness and to feel useful
we all feel fear and anxiety
from time to time.

The great lies of our time are three—
That national borders
make us different from one another.
That there is more
that is wrong in the world
than there is that is right.
And that our civilization has removed
us all so far from nature
that we cannot learn from it.

Dewey Dirks

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Free

Free

All the Earth is teeming with life.
All the world around you,
the sky above you,
and in the ground below
is filled with living creatures,
although most of them
are far too small for you to see.

You and all the living creatures
around you are equals by virtue
of the sparks of life
that propel us each and all.
By virtue of both biology and spirit.
you are part of that life
and all of them are part of you.

When you put down your sense
of human self-importance for awhile
along with all the twirls and twists
of desires, wants and needs
that are part of human existence
and let all the rest of you—
All that is part
of the living world around
come to the forefront
of your consciousness,
a great weight
lifts from your being
and you become indelibly aware
of what you really are—
a spark of life
that is part of the sky,
the ground, and the sea
alive only for the joy of existing
living in a primordial wilderness
rich and full with life
bright and fresh,
breathing peace,
wild and free.

Dewey Dirks