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Joel Olinger

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Byron Bay, NSW, Australia

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War is for the young

by

Joel Olinger

War is for the young
it is still easy to sell them glory
the sense of worth, comraderie
uniforms with medals
colorful ropes, shiny shoes
and, above all,
a weapon
old men make idiotic decisions
who else could send the youth
into the valley of death, maiming,
and post tramatic stress syndrome?


I Used to Be Mango Tree

by

Joel Olinger

I'm new, it's fall in Australia
I once was ill,
terribly ill,
my name then was Mango Tree
is was a pseudonym,
I'm back
stronger than ever
and ready to write again
so, here's my name
the one given to me at birth
I still write under a mango tree
here in lovely Byron Shire
the words feel the same
but I'm not
I have a learned a lot
these last two years
one,
there's life after near death
and walking this earth
humbly is a priviledge
I'm grateful for that.

A Day In the Surf

by

Joel Olinger

I felt the beauty of Watego's Beach
as I drove down the hill to her
She's a small curved inlet
at the most eastern pont of Australia
above sits a lovely white lighthouse
the sand is a light brown,
the water is always warm
the surf is usually very good
my 9 foot 5 inch MC board
slides easily into the water
we paddle out together
a wave usually arrives quickly
I paddle, I stand
and off we go back to shore
I love the sitting
in the water near this beach
It is so beautiful
Sometimes I look out to sea
I see my late friend, Doug
he's just off the California coast
near Santa Cruz,
he's at the helm of his 42 foot sailboat
he's waving one more last time
I breathe in, then out,
and, I wave back to him.

Early Morning Moment

by

Joel Olinger

I sit here
once again
I sit here
once again
I have walked over so many leaves
down so many paths
It still feels good to be alive
It still feels so good to be alive
Life often seems like a dream
one that I merrily, merrily rowed down a stream
it often does feel like a dream
Yet, I sit here once again
able to recognize all of what I've just said
This present moment seems so real
I love the Gestalt (wholeness) of this moment
Is this all that we ever have?
Is this all that we ever have?
The Gestalt of the present moment.

I Walk Along This Path

by

Joel Olinger

I have walked down this path
it is a dirt path
I feel life under my bare feet
it feels cool, gritty
But somehow it feels like
it is I who is feeling this walk
But somehow it feels like
it is I who is feeling this walk
Walking is a slow,steady way
to get from one place to another
Sometimes I wonder
whether I actually move
It seems at times
that I am in the same place
that it's only my perspective
that changes
Does this sound esoteric?
The walk allows me to feel
what is under my feet
This is important to me.
This is important to me.
It means that I am still alive.