tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41505367704988393022024-03-27T00:36:45.678-06:00Gifts, from the Muze's“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric;
out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.”
― William Butler YeatsSteven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.comBlogger587125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-26599423022237081512024-03-17T12:59:00.001-06:002024-03-17T12:59:46.477-06:00The son he was mourning <p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-911e1322-7fff-cb3c-b6b7-ff2280247de5">On the Redemption of Lucifer,</p><p dir="ltr">the son he was mourning.</p><br><p dir="ltr">He was thinking about Lucifer,</p><p dir="ltr">this his child,</p><p dir="ltr">Lucifer.</p><br><p dir="ltr">Lucifer, the son of the morning,</p><p dir="ltr">or was he,</p><p dir="ltr">the son he was mourning.</p><br><p dir="ltr">How then to redeem Lucifer?</p><p dir="ltr">This then his child.</p><p dir="ltr">The son he was mourning.</p><br><p dir="ltr">He would, if a way could be found.</p><p dir="ltr">Redeem Lucifer.</p><br><p dir="ltr">How many times had he walked?</p><p dir="ltr">in the Heavens, </p><p dir="ltr">in the cool of the morning,</p><p dir="ltr">with Lucifer by his side.</p><br><p dir="ltr">He loved all of his creation,</p><p dir="ltr">but the children held a place, special</p><p dir="ltr">There in his heart. </p><br><p dir="ltr">It was Lucifer who caused,</p><p dir="ltr">this great loss.</p><br><p dir="ltr">Lucifer the author of his own,</p><p dir="ltr">damnation.</p><br><p dir="ltr">It was Lucifer who placed himself,</p><p dir="ltr">beyond redemption, </p><p dir="ltr">not God the Father,</p><p dir="ltr">of all creation.</p><br><p dir="ltr">How then to mourn, the loss?</p><p dir="ltr">This then day of Lucifer.</p><br><p dir="ltr">The son he was mourning.</p>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-62018942989660049892023-08-13T03:06:00.007-06:002023-08-13T07:07:53.925-06:00let there be no monument When I die,<div>let there be no monument.</div><div><br></div><div>Let there be no place to visit,</div><div>my grave.</div><div><br></div><div>Let their be no green grass</div><div>for the sexton to mow.</div><div><br></div><div>May I be forgotten,</div><div>to be remembered no more.</div><div><br></div><div>No place to plant,</div><div>the flowers, or mourn my loss.</div><div><br></div><div>To be forgotten forever more.</div><div><br></div><div>Let my monument be the lives,</div><div>of my children and grandchild.</div><div><br></div><div>Scatter my ashes among my ancestors,</div><div>in Grants Ward, where I will be with them, again.</div><div><br></div><div>To forever be with Grandma Lauretta,</div><div>and her final child.</div><div><br></div><div>With momma and my youngest sibling.</div><div><br></div><div>To be remembered by them,</div><div>forever more.</div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-91561844462333997542023-07-27T02:30:00.023-06:002023-07-30T07:59:00.884-06:00A Covenant RenewedThe Cloud<div>The Rainbow </div><div>The sign in the Heavens.</div><div><br /></div><div>What then of the Covenant,</div><div>renewed.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was not the first rainbow,</div><div>seen.</div><div><br /></div><div>Why then, now a renewal,</div><div>sign?</div><div><br /></div><div>On the Third Day, God separated,</div><div>waters above, and below.</div><div><br /></div><div>Above it falls, splitting the light,</div><div>thus created the bow, above,</div><div>the below.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yet man was not, </div><div>to till, the soil.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then come Adam and Eve,</div><div>a promise and a covenant,</div><div>begins, anew.</div><div><br /></div><div>When Cain murders Abel, </div><div>then begins, a descent, </div><div>Into chaos.</div><div><br /></div><div>With the times of sin and death,</div><div>comes the end, in destruction.</div><div><br /></div><div>God will Baptize the Earth,</div><div>with water.</div><div><br /></div><div>After flood comes rebirth,</div><div>Noah then a new Adam,</div><div>and the Covenant becomes,</div><div>renewed this day.</div><div><br /></div><div>The rainbow then,</div><div>a sign of renewal,</div><div>as the bread and wine,</div><div>are a renewal, today.</div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-11445121305122707152023-07-24T09:07:00.026-06:002024-03-04T05:20:02.363-07:00The Final GiftThe undertakers have left, <div>their work accomplished.</div><div><br></div><div>Leaving Nora and Eva, sisters,</div><div>alone.</div><div><br></div><div>In those days, bodies,</div><div>were prepared at home</div><div>on the kitchen table.</div><div><br></div><div>Tomorrow will be the viewing,</div><div>and the funeral.</div><div><br></div><div>Eva, the older sister,</div><div>and surrogate mom.</div><div><br></div><div>After the loss of mother,</div><div>and the final baby.</div><div><br></div><div>Now Nora will nurture,</div><div>the ones, that remain.</div><div><br></div><div>Chauncey will come,</div><div>to live with her and Leo,</div><div>later, after their wedding.</div><div><br></div><div>For now their remained,</div><div>this one task.</div><div><br></div><div>To redress the body,</div><div>with all her underclothes.</div><div><br></div><div>It was not right for Eva to go</div><div>into the next life,</div><div>not fully clothed.</div><div><br></div><div>So Nora redressed,</div><div>her sister.</div><div><br></div><div>Thus the final offering</div><div>they shared.</div><div><br></div><div>This is a true story; Nora told her Daughter-in-law Anne Herzog the first thing she did when the undertaker left was to redress her sister. Nora did not want Eva to go to the next life without her top garment, so Nora redressed her body with a proper bra. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-75135211642902236632023-07-23T06:03:00.015-06:002024-02-11T20:46:28.628-07:00On misunderstandingsHe pursued her,<div>on a misunderstanding.</div><div><br /></div><div>For under a year, he sought, </div><div>a helpmate.</div><div><br /></div><div>This would be the year, he would,</div><div>find her.</div><div><br /></div><div>The father knew, <br />of a special woman,<br />at work.</div><div><br /></div><div>She was seeking a better quality,</div><div>boyfriend.</div><div><br /></div><div>The father could be relentless,</div><div>an annoying.</div><div><br /></div><div>Father, said she was waiting,</div><div>for his call.</div><div><br /></div><div>So to satisfy Father, he would,</div><div>call her.</div><div><br /></div><div>She agreed; the onetime,</div><div>to attend, the event.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Thus to keep, Father</div><div>from annoying her, at work.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>He knew not, her fear.</div><div>Of water.</div><div><br /></div><div>Six months later, they,<br /></div><div>were joined for Eternity.</div><div><br /></div><div>Years later, he discovered,</div><div>she vowed never to marry, </div><div>one of, his sons.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-84810568097254955602023-07-21T07:22:00.009-06:002023-07-22T02:37:12.249-06:00She who's standsI once heard it said, in jest,<div>wife renders, in sanskrit,</div><div>She who's stands, </div><div>in opposition.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am blessed by a woman,</div><div>who remains in opposition,</div><div>to correct my course,</div><div>and reminds me when,</div><div>I am full of shit.</div><div><br /></div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-459418628018596792023-07-19T08:27:00.019-06:002023-07-20T04:19:50.873-06:00God honored his heartI hear this day,<div>a new word,,<div>of understanding.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the King James</div><div>he hardened,</div><div>Pharaoh's heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>The same word is used</div><div>by the Hebrews,</div><div>in the commandment,</div><div>to honor your mother,</div><div>and father.</div><div><br /></div><div>So God honored the desire,</div><div>of the Pharaoh, to oppress, </div><div>his Hebrew subjects.</div><div><br /></div><div>He strengthened </div><div>the Pharaoh's free will,</div><div>and choice.</div><div><br /></div><div>Let this be a warning,</div><div>to you this day,</div><div>watch your desires,</div><div>and wishes, because,</div><div>God may honor them too.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>As he honored, </div><div>the free will and choice</div><div>of Christ and Lucifer,</div><div>in the first great council.</div><div><br /></div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-83826595968117339542023-07-16T18:30:00.013-06:002024-03-05T00:35:41.850-07:00On Racing Toward CatastropheI saw them today,<div>racing up a hill,</div><div>towards catastrophe.</div><div><br></div><div>Like a group of lemmings,</div><div>in a Disney, documentary,</div><div>or a caboose faithfully,</div><div>following, it engine,</div><div>off a collapsed bridge.</div><div><br></div><div>I am unable to turn back,</div><div>this sea of humanity</div><div><br></div><div>Their are cars, boats,</div><div>and truck's returning,</div><div>from a victorious, </div><div>weekend.</div><div><br></div><div>Someone at the top,</div><div>just beyond the summit,</div><div>is a having the worst day,</div><div>of their life.</div><div><br></div><div>The RV returning from,</div><div>an adventure, is now aflame, </div><div>and I find, I am unable,</div><div>to reverse this sea,</div><div>of humanity.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-26904354349788694852023-07-14T19:53:00.008-06:002023-07-15T08:25:23.532-06:00gratitude accomplished How does one reach for,<div>and obtain gratitude.</div><div><br></div><div>This I ask, </div><div>again today.</div><div><br></div><div>It is like love,</div><div>when pursued,</div><div>evades.</div><div><br></div><div>This many years,</div><div>of service,</div><div>does it demand.</div><div><br></div><div>No answer, this day.</div><div><br></div><div>Still, enjoy I, this gift,</div><div>once more.</div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-61284854127635833902023-07-11T19:52:00.014-06:002023-07-23T05:51:11.572-06:00on resting this dayI awoke this morning,<div>thinking this may be the day</div><div>I overcome, yesterday.</div><div><br /></div><div>At the end of this day</div><div>I find I may,</div><div>have been mistaken.</div><div><br /></div><div>I promised, this morning,</div><div>on arising, more compassion</div><div>patience, and wisdom.</div><div><br /></div><div>All you heard was my loud shouting,</div><div>and anger with the children,</div><div>for failing to conform,</div><div>to my expectations.</div><div><br /></div><div>Unhappiness,</div><div>with the breakfast,</div><div>when i remembered not,</div><div>the baby with teething pain,</div><div>that remained awake all night.</div><div><br /></div><div>So again I come to you, tonight,</div><div>hat in hand seeking forgiveness,</div><div>and one more day of grace,</div><div>tomorrow.</div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-72407443962642360922023-07-10T11:23:00.016-06:002023-11-26T16:25:38.985-07:00on his life's work<div>I went to visit with Mom today, </div><div>she wasn't there,</div><div>so I sat amongst his life's,</div><div>work,</div><div><br /></div><div>"The world will little note, <br /></div><div>nor long remember what we say here, </div><div>but it can never forget what they did here."<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>He was a simple and vulgar man.</div><div><br /></div><div>He often had trouble, crawling out,</div><div>of that whiskey bottle</div><div><br /></div><div>Never did he create anything substantial,</div><div>in the eyes of the world.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dead at 60 doing the one thing,</div><div>that brought him joy,</div><div>dancing with his beloved bride.</div><div><br /></div><div>He spent his final decades,</div><div>in service to the good people of his town,</div><div>providing them a final resting, place.</div><div><br /></div><div>Can their be any job, more vulgar,</div><div>then a gravedigger?</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>Leo Jesse Herzog, my maternal grandfather,</div><div>and gravedigger, most of those graves he dug,</div><div>with a shovel, and pick axe.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wonder then, did he dig,</div><div>his own mother's, grave?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg Address</div><div><br /></div><div>It is to be understood, vulgar refers to the lower or peasant class, in the sense of a serf.</div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-84583983452897289462023-07-08T03:05:00.008-06:002023-07-08T04:15:10.045-06:00more beautiful, then todayHe saw her there, this morning.<div><div>behind the counter,</div></div><div>of the gas station.</div><div><br></div><div>She must have risen early,</div><div>to begin the morning shift.</div><div><br></div><div>Her hair all beautifully formed.</div><div><br></div><div>She had always been this beautiful,</div><div>to him,</div><div><br></div><div>He often wondered why,</div><div>she selected him.</div><div><br></div><div>He had seen her mornings,</div><div>in the days before,</div><div>when she dyed her hair,</div><div>and permed it, so it would take a curl,</div><div>from the iron.</div><div><br></div><div>He had seen her,</div><div>with a burbing cloth, on her back,</div><div>from the babies, her and mom raised,</div><div>together.</div><div><br></div><div>Now their is the grandchild,</div><div>she and a daughter are nurturing,</div><div>this day.</div><div><br></div><div>Her hair is in silver now,</div><div>on part from accident,</div><div>that restricted a dye job,</div><div>and partly as a gift to him,</div><div>as he loved her natural beauty.</div><div><br></div><div>Yes she had never been more beautiful,</div><div>to him, today.</div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-12285449635463419552023-07-07T19:47:00.016-06:002023-07-15T15:15:31.661-06:00The case for the 8-trackIt was there, in the backseat,<div>of momma's car,</div><div>the case for the 8-track.</div><div><br></div><div>Momma drove,</div><div>one of the last,</div><div>large block jukeboxes,</div><div>Detroit ever made.</div><div><br></div><div>Bill Lear created the format,</div><div>A decade before, this day.</div><div><br></div><div>It played one hour,</div><div>of continuous music,</div><div>from that mobile jukebox.</div><div><br></div><div>Before it was am radio</div><div>you listened to the music,</div><div>programed, by the D.J.</div><div><br></div><div>Then record players,</div><div>but these skipped,</div><div>based on the condition,</div><div>of the road,</div><div><br></div><div>But 8-track, if not rewindable,</div><div>was still portable.</div><div><br></div><div>You could join the Columbia Record Company,</div><div>and for a penny get 8 of these beauties.</div><div><br></div><div>Momma played them on longs drives,</div><div>with window down,</div><div>and the cigarettes she keep hidden</div><div>in the jockey box.</div><div><br></div><div>Momma needed this break,</div><div>with the new discoveries.</div><div><br></div><div>Money missing from the credit union</div><div>or his latest fling at.work.<br></div><div><br></div><div>So if momma needed music,</div><div>and a cigarette,</div><div>to understand Daddy,</div><div>a case could be made,</div><div>for the 8-track.</div><div><br></div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-87432957437786603042023-07-06T08:43:00.015-06:002023-07-07T20:25:23.642-06:00On the town triangleOn occasion Nora visited,<div>the town triangle,</div><div>in Kemmer WY.</div><div><br></div><div>Their a sister,</div><div>of marriage but not birth,</div><div>lived, nearby.</div><div><br></div><div>Who knows or remembers,</div><div>why</div><div><br></div><div>Maybe to.eacape the deaths</div><div>of Leo and Nada,</div><div>a husband and daughter,</div><div>taken too soon.</div><div><br></div><div>In Kemmer there was,</div><div>the former Golden Rule Store, </div><div>the J.C.Penney estate,</div><div>and the mother store refounded,</div><div>a couple decades before.</div><div>on the three corners</div><div>of the town, triangle.</div><div><br></div><div>Between these were the bars,</div><div>of the infamous bar crawl.</div><div><br></div><div>Late night, Nora and her sister,</div><div>would put their young ones,</div><div>to bed and then begin</div><div>the bar crawl.</div><div><br></div><div>When the young ones knew,</div><div>Nora and the sister had began,</div><div>a bar crawl, one bar ahead,</div><div>of Nora, and the sister,</div><div>they would begin a bar crawl.</div><div><br></div><div>When it became time for Nora,</div><div>and sister to change bars,</div><div>friends on the look out,</div><div>would send them out the back,</div><div>to the next bar.</div><div><br></div><div>Nanny told me many times,</div><div>of this story, while growing up.</div><div><br></div><div>Not sure why this story matters,</div><div>or why nanny shared it,</div><div>but I share it with you,</div><div>with a wink and smile,</div><div>for you, to share.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-8447311816268393252023-07-05T18:15:00.001-06:002023-07-05T18:15:03.005-06:00Joseph Smith on forgiveness "If you do not accuse each other, God will not accuse you. If you have no accuser you will enter heaven, and if you will follow the revelations and instructions which God gives you through me, I will take you into heaven as my back load. If you will not accuse me, I will not accuse you. If you will throw a cloak of charity over my sins, I will over yours — for charity covereth a multitude of sins." (Joseph Smith, DHC 4:445)Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-4215413935477573572023-07-03T03:56:00.013-06:002024-03-15T10:39:55.520-06:00Essay on a poem and a change of views<p> My birthday is coming up, I was born on July 6,1965. I was my
mother's only child born in the summer and in the afternoon. The following day the
nurse discovered that I had a clean diaper and that was a bad discovery. I was born without an anal opening. Without surgical intervention, I would not live another week. So, my aunt Anne
Herzog and Uncle Deloye drove Dad and me down to the Primary Childrens Hospital in
Salt Lake City to see a surgeon. The surgeon
discovered that my body was complete I just required a small slit to make an
opening in my anus so I could defecate. All of my experience since then has been on
bonus time.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When I was a month old my parents were sealed, along with my
brother Carl, and I, in the Logan LDS Temple. For the previous year, my parents
had been participating in Project Temple in preparation for this day. They had
married young. It was a shotgun wedding. My mother was pregnant but she had lost that
first child. When my mother miscarried that first child both sets of
parents had urged them to wait until after graduation to marry. My parents would not hear of it so they both dropped
out of high school and a marriage ceremony was arranged. This led to a very
rocky start for their marriage.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">My father never emotionally mature beyond about 14 years of
age. Both my dad and his father had an
undiagnosed form of high-functioning autism with a touch of hyperactivity.
These are things I never understand until I was in my late 40’s. For decades I
was deeply angry with my mother for the way she raised me. My mother had her
own emotional issues as well. As the
child of an alcoholic who had been sexually abused by a close male relative at
a young age, she had real problems with physical intimacy that were separate from
the sexual act. She also did not trust my dad around other women, when they
were separate, for a good reason. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The combination of these two factors left me strongly attracted
to my parents if emotionally at a distance. My mom and I were always in a dance,
one pulling in while the other pulled away.
We played this dance for decades until her death. It was near her death when I felt if I lost my
mother that I would lose half of my mothers going back to Mother Eve that I
felt the pull to repair this relationship with my mother. To try the dance once more hopefully, both of
us come into this dance for the final embrace. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I sat down and had a conversation where I told her how
deeply hurt and angry, I was for the way she raised me, but now as a parent who
had made his own mistake, with my children, I was beginning to see things from her
point of view. I then ask her about what would happen to my father after her
death. That is when my mother signed a will giving everything to Debra. I knew
that I and Debra could then plan for my father’s welfare after my mother’s death.
<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">For the first couple of years after my mother’s death, I
sister Annette was in charge of Dad’s finances and she did a great job. Saving
enough of Dad’s money that she could pay to reroof the garage. It soon became too much for her when her Multiple
sclerosis (MS) became too severe for her to care for Dad. That is when I knew that it was now my turn. I and my wife were certain, that I did not
have the skills needed to manage his finances, but I pulled on my big boy pants
and did it anyway. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It was in managing my fathers’ finances that I began to
understand my mother’s world. My Dad was
much better at spending money than he was at earning it. I develop some online
tools, with the help of the Logan Medical Federal Credit Union that me to restrict
Dad’s spending habits. This I left sufficient means in his saving account to cover
his weekly pocket money while I paid the bills.
I also found he was paying extra for health insurance which was a bonus
and so I canceled it. I was able to move him to better health insurance with a
lower monthly cost and with better coverage. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">One winter when the snow storms were at their worst my wife
ask me to stay with him and come home when the weather was better. That slowing
evolved over time into living with him full-time and his health declined. I would
then call her nightly or leave her a text message when she got off work. I began taking her for dinner dates on the
weekend, which I had never done as the children were growing up. In
a strange way, this only improved our personal relationship. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the end, after I finished my Dad’s hospice care,I sold his house, divided
the inheritance, and moved home with my wife again. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">This may seem like a strange introduction to a poem about
George III and a British King but it is important. Growing up I had one view of
George III taught in my history classes and now I have another view of his
participation in the American Revolution. My views on George III have evolved
as my understanding of my relationship with my parents has evolved. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>George III</b> (George William Frederick; 4 June
1738 – 29 January 1820) inherited the British throne from his father and
grandfather. Though he was a British king he was a Germain prince. <b>George I</b> (George Louis;
German: <i><span lang="DE">Georg Ludwig</span></i>;
28 May 1660 – 11 June 1727) George I first had inherited the British throne
after the death of his second cousin Anne Queen of Great Britain. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">As part of the Glorious Revolution of 1688, the parliament had
overthrown and displaced the nominally Catholic King James II, brother of
Charles II. They then selected William of
Orange as their next king. His wife was
the daughter of James II's first wife. Part
of the agreement is William could reign but not rule and in exchange, the
English would support his fight with the Spanish to free the Netherlands. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">If George III could reign but not overrule his parliament.
If he had supported his American Colonist in opposition to his Parliament then
his sons and grand-sons could then become tyrants and not constitutional monarchs.
<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-outline-level: 3;"><b><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><a href="https://www.mymuzes.org/2023/06/on-being-germain-prince.html"><span style="color: #33aaff;">on being a Germain prince</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">He was born a Germain prince.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">He, his father, and grandfather,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">had ruled Great Britain,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">as English Monarchs,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">and Germain Princes.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Part of the constitutional compromise,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">in the English Revolution.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">As a Constitutional Monarch,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">he may reign, but not rule.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">It was a representative government,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">if not a democratic one, <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">a rare thing in the world,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">of his day.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">He stood, in a place,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">between his English Subjects,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">and the American Colonists.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">He had been tutored and trained,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">that as a Constitutional Monarch,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">he. must not be a tyrant.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">If in opposition to his parliament,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">he sided with the American Colonists,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">his son and grandsons,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">could then become tyrants.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">How then to solve, this disagreement,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">between his subjects, and his parliment<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">was his quandary this day.</span></p>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-39369899341843532502023-06-29T02:52:00.008-06:002023-06-29T07:37:33.309-06:00"On the morning of his nativity"Milton's writes,<div>"On the morning of his nativity"</div><div>of a visit to the Christ child,</div><div>on the morning of his birth,</div><div>and the gift, from the muze.</div><div><br></div><div>Nephi writes his small plates,</div><div>after reviewing his larger plates,</div><div>of the struggle with his brothers,</div><div>and the loss, of family,</div><div>unity.</div><div><br></div><div>I now review 8 years of blogs,</div><div>of the poetry, and essay's,</div><div>and church talks.</div><div><br></div><div>I need to share,</div><div>what I fear most,</div><div>the lessons I have learned,</div><div>and the trials I have endured.</div><div><br></div><div>That I like Nephi and Milton,</div><div>may share my testimony,</div><div>of the risen Lord.</div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-13255855303419335452023-06-25T10:32:00.010-06:002023-06-25T17:57:15.942-06:00on being a Germain princeHe was born a Germain prince.<div><br /><div>He, his father, and grandfather,</div><div>had ruled Great Britain</div><div>as English Monarchs,</div><div>and Germain Princes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Part of the constitutional compromise,</div><div>in the English Revolution.</div><div><br /></div><div>As a Constitutional Monarch,</div><div>he may reign, but not rule.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was a representative government,</div><div>if not a democratic one, </div><div>a rare thing in the world</div><div>of his day.</div><div><br /></div><div>He stood, in a place,</div><div>between his English Subjects,</div><div>and the American Colonists.</div><div><br /></div><div>He had been tutored and trained,</div><div>that as a Constitutional Monarch</div><div>he. must not be a tyrant.</div><div><br /></div><div>If in opposition to his parliament,</div><div>he sided with the American Colonists,</div><div>his son and grandsons,</div><div>could then become tyrants</div><div><br /></div><div>How then to solve, this disagreement</div><div>between his subjects,</div><div>was his quandary.</div><div><br /></div><div>George III was the English King during the American Revolution. As a Germain Prince, he still ruled his Germain lands, Duke of Brunswick-Lüneburg, and prince-elector of Hanover.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-73881035517149633272023-06-25T09:10:00.005-06:002023-06-25T09:24:54.391-06:00On Momma and the Nanny<p>Where are Momma and Nanny today,<br />He "aks".</p><p>For 18 years they shared a bedroom,<br />then they shared a family.<br /></p><p>How does one describe Momma,<br />and the Nanny.</p><p>There is pizza,<br />and roller skating, <br />Bear Lake and Donnatta Hot Springs.</p><p>Shared family loss,<br />at an early age. </p><p>The death of,<br />Nada, Ken, Leo, Fred, and David,<br />sister, sister's husband, father, brother, nephew.</p><p>Fertility, Infertility,<br />Nanny really wanted babies,<br />Momma feared the birth,<br />of too many;.</p><p>Family vacations,,<br />Daddy on one side of the bed,<br />Nanny on the other and Momma,<br />in the middle.</p><p>After the death of Nanny's husband,<br />on vacation together, in Fort Bridger,<br />the man accused Daddy, <br />of being a polygamist.</p><p>Country Music, dancing, baking bread,<br />laughter and tears.</p><p>Shared intimacy need not imply,<br />un-celibacy,.</p><p>Nanny never desired Momma's husband,<br />only her babies.<br /></p><p>So a life they did share,<br />and the babies too. </p><p>Now together they share Eternity.</p><p>Momma, the Nanny,<br />and now Nanny's Babies.</p><p><br /></p>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-29056677176835716052023-06-22T00:33:00.005-06:002023-06-22T08:38:16.279-06:00unhappily CelibateI have remained unhappily Celibate,<div>For the better part of two decades.</div><div><br></div><div>To be a happily married,</div><div>Celibate, heterosexual male,</div><div>is a mixed bag.</div><div><br></div><div>My brother has been unhappily, </div><div>non-celibate, heterosexual male,</div><div>for even longer then that.</div><div><br></div><div>He has burned through four marriages,</div><div>and at least twice that many relationship,</div><div>in his non-celibacy.</div><div><br></div><div>His second wife reminded me,</div><div>of a cross between Morticia Adams,</div><div>and a hooker.</div><div><br></div><div>Why I have remained Celibate,</div><div>I am uncertain?</div><div><br></div><div>My last experience of un-celibacy,</div><div>was not a good experience,</div><div>for my partner,</div><div>so I remain un-happily Celibate.</div><div><br></div><div>Our first experience of un-celibacy,</div><div>bonded us, like two ducks, or swan's,</div><div>in an Eternal embrace.</div><div><br></div><div>There is enough in my relationship,</div><div>with my partner, that I value it</div><div>above all other relationships,</div><div>even if I must remain,</div><div>unhappily Celibate.</div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-45491275697429819792023-06-17T08:27:00.021-06:002023-06-20T05:16:03.494-06:00On the Coke bottle.There it sits,<div>among her most cherished,</div><div>possessions, a Coke bottle,</div><div><br /></div><div>The president of Coca Cola,</div><div>produced a new formula,</div><div>for New Coke.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tested unlabeled,</div><div>he had indeed,</div><div>improved it's flavor.</div><div><br /></div><div>Released to world,</div><div>immediately was it hated,</div><div>by it's fans.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>They had loved it.</div><div>for decades,</div><div>and would not tolerate,</div><div>this change.</div><div><br /></div><div>Released then was it, again,</div><div>in its classic form.</div><div><br /></div><div>He purchased this Classic Coke,</div><div>rebottled, by the Yazoo Bottling Company,</div><div>on that Mississippi Delta,</div><div>while serving, the good saints,</div><div>he longs for, now.</div><div><br /></div><div>She knows, though little understood,</div><div>by the both of them, </div><div>why it important, to him.</div><div><br /></div><div>So she cares for this little bottle,</div><div>for decades now, as she cares for him,</div><div>for their children,</div><div>and the keepsakes from her childhood.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-40330242102509745192023-06-11T11:26:00.022-06:002024-03-15T11:15:42.968-06:00On the restoration of the familyMy ancestors came not,<div>from foreign places,</div><div>to restore a priesthood,</div><div>or a church.</div><div><br /></div><div>They came to restore a family, </div><div>The House of Israel.</div><div><br /></div><div>Men in foxholes fight,</div><div>for other men in foxholes</div><div>not for King, and country.</div><div><br /></div><div>Adam and Eve experienced,</div><div>the first broken,</div><div>family.</div><div><br /></div><div>My family crossed the ocean,</div><div>and the great plains,</div><div>to restore their ancestors.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I will continue their work,</div><div>this day as i seek</div><div>to restore the family,</div><div>of God</div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-47549256571883076742023-06-09T11:50:00.009-06:002023-06-11T08:31:47.486-06:00Nora, Howard, and the barnNora and Howard met in the barn.<div><br /></div><div>Howard's wife a farmhand,</div><div>not a housekeeper.</div><div><br /></div><div>She preferred animal husbandry,</div><div>so housework was kept,</div><div>at a survival level.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nora ask Howard,</div><div>why are we meeting in the barn?</div><div><br /></div><div>Nora, you have seen my barn.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes.</div><div><br /></div><div>You have seen my house.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then why are we meeting in the barn?</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, I see,</div><div>then said Nora.</div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-9004812923991270532023-06-08T00:39:00.066-06:002023-06-09T22:39:59.110-06:00"Not While I'm Around"<div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">"Not while I'm around</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">Nothing's gonna harm you</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">No sir, not while I'm around"</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;"><br></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">He often confused, them,</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">the three, of them.</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;"><br></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">The mother, the nanny, and the spouse.</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;"><br></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">In his mind, they are the Trinity,</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">the Holy Trinity.</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;"><br></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">One gave him life,</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">one gave him love,</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">and one gave him the world.</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;"><br></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">Remove any leg of the stool,</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">and his life would spin apart.</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;"><br></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">He battled with the first,</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">for years, in an eternal embrace.</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;"><br></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">The second carried him, for years,</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">while he learned to trust the world.</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;"><br></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">The final became </span><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">the base,</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">for the remainder of his life.</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;"><br></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">Did he protect them,</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">or did they nurture him?</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;"><br></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">This then the question,</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">in his mind,</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">today.</span></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>"Not While I am Around"</div><div><div>Stephen Sondheim, Sweeney Todd</div></div><div><br></div><div><a href="https://youtu.be/NzjXhJadBKY">Not While I'm Around </a><br></div><div><br></div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150536770498839302.post-9355263232410604752023-06-06T18:55:00.026-06:002023-06-13T07:11:33.785-06:00Momma, Nanny, and the dishesHis nanny often told him,<div>of the argument, </div><div>long before she became,</div><div>the nanny.</div><div><br /></div><div>They argued, often,</div><div>over the dishes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dating father, momma was,</div><div>coming over then was Lynn.</div><div><br /></div><div>This continual argument,</div><div>over the dishes.</div><div><br /></div><div>So tired, of the argument,</div><div>between the sisters,</div><div>over the dishes,</div><div>was Gramma, this day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just do the dishes Nance,<br /></div><div>Grandma begged.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Grandma had a hard day,</div><div>cleaning rooms at the motel,</div><div>still too many mouths </div><div>to feed this day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Experience had taught Grandma,</div><div>speaking with Voyle, would not,</div><div>bring an end, to the argument.</div><div><br /></div><div>For just this time of peace,</div><div>would the nanny just do the dishes,</div><div>to bring some rest,</div><div>to the family, this day?</div>Steven Bassetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10571822242583054634noreply@blogger.com0