reviving an oldie
ah publish the moldie
conceived in 2013
hovering thin line tween…

tottering on a fine line
separating divine and land mine

between hot and cold
doing as told or feelings sold
speaking bold
or zipping mouth and arms fold

between listening and misunderstanding
ego bruised or attending
monster feeding or ending
wrong needing right correcting

speech not conducive
cross line to silently elusive

seeking Father abiding in earthly him
i see Son in son’s earthly hymn
do i feel the Holy Ghost grin?
until one body flesh, mind and spirit, we cannot triunely beam

shut up, i don’t want to listen
is that love glisten?
i am right you’re wrong
what love song?
harsh marsh is better than tenderness mush
no defensive gush, just hush
a brush and love crush

flesh is weak
save me from crossing to landmine when times are bleak
flee from broken world, Zion to seek

meanwhile, minutes tick
i chose to be sick
wounds to lick
face future bleak

to be sad than norm glad
to be mad
emotionally clad
as tears shed

cross line to treat myself and others bad
for sake of the callous cad

tis’ stark
that in a spark
lark crosses dark

only divine line
holding back the gall to end it all
no longer him to grieve and appall

thank God, He holds my rubber ball

today on the family feud game
a participant had “hadiya” for her name
she explained it means a “gift”
i connected “hadiah” in malay, from arabic lift

then came across a quotation floss
from wayne dyer, an inspire toss

“with everything that has happened to you,
you can either feel sorry for yourself or treat
what has happened as a gift.”

yea i can sift
my spirit to rift or uplift
to be sore or to soar
to whimper or bravely roar
to temper or peace pour

each life is a gift to give and live
a lifetime to treasure sieve and believe

thanksgiving around the corner
from a grateful jack horner

so much in a swirl
haiti crumbles in a twirl
terrorist in detroit, fear to hurl
is God copyrighted, temple tempers curl

what a delight
what balanced insight
from mustafa akyol
islamo-tribalism in “allah”-in-bible boil
in jan 12 turkey daily news, his opinion rendered oil

source: unknown circulated over internet

protester slogan spotted at kl mosques: “Allah,” they said, “is only for us.”
ramrom counters  “if God is for us, who can be against us? a romans 8:31 verse

what’s it all about alfie
is it just for the moment we live
what’s it all about
when you sort it out, alfie
are we meant to take more than we give
or are we meant to be kind?

source: wiki

and if, if only fools are kind, alfie
then i guess it is wise to be cruel
and if life belongs only to the strong, alfie
what will you lend on an old golden rule?

as sure as i believe there’s a heaven above
alfie, i know there’s something much more
something even non-believers can believe in

i believe in love, alfie
without true love we just exist, alfie
until you find the love you’ve missed
you’re nothing, alfie

hey heheh hay
did u know there’s a national dictionary day?
whimsical ramrom to get underway
carpe diem tellitslant clay to splay

yesterday was splendid display
of going with the flow, come what may
jkap intent to bike on this side of the bay
turned out a different play
rummage through the closet to see what treasures lay
revive mac performa 578 in box left to decay

it booted, it’s alive
into mac’s drive let’s dive
darn it, where’s the mouse
a search to arouse
give up but let’s not grouse
head on to “weird stuff” old parts to browse
eureka, for one dollar we got the mouse
wait, get haircut before we head back to house

it works
jk smirks
old mac game fun lurks
for young turks

the afternoon was lost
sim city dried and died without water cost
and biking became lost cause
while taipan gets busy, mousakka and lamb dinner to boss
and moi, her “yellow face” to gloss
david hwang intertwines real with surreal with applause

“[you] take words like ‘asian’  and ‘american.’
like ‘race’ and ‘nation,’
mess them up so bad
no one has any idea what they even mean anymore.’

today revelled playing tetris on the mac 
had a revelation attack
whoa, life’s alot like tetris game
the trick is to focus on the flame
to keep alive and max score
to fit the pieces life throws at you galore
take the time in easy levels to plug holes and correct flaw
go slow to keep low
cos later, u will reap what u sow
as bricks fall at faster clip, you’ll need to go with flow
don’t let the faster music your game blow
stay cool as snow

yea, eventually we die, game over
but till then, stay sober
daniel had logged highest score 10093
after some practice, i ranked # three

tetris
simple rules for life bliss
revelling with elation
a tetris revelation

life throws at us controllable and uncontrollable pieces
ah – the secret of not going into pieces
until one ceases
need to figure how to run the race
to obtain prize, run at the “right” pace
and reserve a place
for life thereafter in outer space

remembering 911 and too hot out
incited me to turn on spout
drape and drizzle ramrom drips
float on rambling trips
revive fizzled nibs
pen nibbles and nips

ruminating last night’s preview of “tell it slant”
portrayed poet emily dickinson blunt
raw wounds open, poetically uncut
dejected emotions ejected from her heart
such vulnerabilty exposed with flair
“you cannot solder an abyss with air”

drizzle dickinson with melodious music clues
joan mcmillen’s licks dress emily’s blues
giving guilt a lilt on how she ticks with a kick
sharmon hilfinger’s brilliant script sync’d oblique

ramrom’s entry leans
lopsided logic gleans
the paradox of the doctor to our ills
spirit resides inside us that heals or kills
spills or seals
freezes or deals

what a weak-knee week
halted walks and swims, instead past connections to seek
fences with neighbors to fix
past bridges richard and kerry rebuilt over java fix, a 2 starbucks mix

it seems i am going retro
riding on current life metro
directing energies at activities that got me here
powering the cistern in reverse gear

a backward forward momentum, putting back in the jar
alma maters of sorts benefit from my gusto rah-rah
from education institutions, corporations to places and people touched
volunteer mentoring, alum rep, board member, ex-schoolchums cheerleader and such

with poetry lording new circular rings
fresh synthesized introspection it brings
my hands actioned by head and heart bathed in baca springs
to garner new feathers for worn-out wings

on tuesday pondered on evolving hpaa board mission and roles
on wednesday, sifted pearls of wisdom from panel of 4 ceo’s
at thursday’s synergos event, we treaded gingerly on global ethics issue
come tgif – let’s have a fno bbq –  way overdue

on saturday, knee healed for tracking woodside hills
to experience  aristophanes’ comedy thrills
with god dionysus to hades a-wandering
dead poet euripides vs aeschylus to retrieve back to athens after a bard-bantering
judging and weighing their words and tease
the “art poetic like a pound of cheese”

there we go again, retro back to the starter fuel of this blog
ramrom is indeed cheesy fog to unclog

finish off the week
no longer weak-knee bleak

with lydia, judy and ml to wrap up the day
dining at “wrap this” food play
head for mission city coffee for “strings of comedy”
fred pinsocket starts off release of rippling rhapsody

hondasprocket
in retro socket

goodness 11 months unbridled marches on
july is almost gone

wednesday is crescendo peak of my week
starts with pbcc international group crowd to seek

followed either by shoreline walk and lunch
or rinconada water punch
then sit down emails and volunteer matters to crunch
before i know it, taipan’s culinary dinner delights to feast and munch

http://hubblesite.org/  permission granted

but today -something special- the stars had in store
with grace selecting for sharing, verses 5-7 in psalm 84
let ramrom unfold and tell u more

⁵ blessed are those whose strength is in You,
who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.

⁶ as they pass through the valley of baca,
they make it a place of springs;
the autumn rains also cover it with pools.

⁷ they go from strength to strength,
till each appears before God in Zion.

there was discuss and sharing around verbs of “set” ,  “decided” ,  aka choosing
choosing to bless, choosing to heal, choosing to get out of pity party of own choosing for losing
recalling 2006 asilomar retreat lessons of moving from peacekeeper to peacemaker
choosing to let go, surrender to higher power to resolve, reconcile, and takeover

baca is hebrew for weeping, tears
ironically, baca is dry from clogged fears and lacking cheers
till we choose to make it a place of springs of divine drools
along with heavenly showers converting arid baca to valley of refreshing pools
to float and wade through tribulations from strengh to strength
till earthly journey ends and afterlife track starts before God in Zion at eternal length

priceless sharings poured out from our spouts
i priced the sharing, so symbolically swam today 84 routes
lots to chew on
timely light shone
source

God didn’t mean for chewbacca to travel solo forlorn…

today’s quote
is catalyst for today’s gloat

from lou holtz
american football coach
2008 college football hall of fame he did encroach

quotes he,
with sting of bee:

“ability is what you’re capable of doing
motivation determines what you do
attitude determines how well you do it”

so then
ramrom to append and apprehend

what shapes our attitudes?
a whole array of values and rectitudes
me thinks its attributes
are embodied in the beautitudes

wiki: beautitudes, russian orthodox icon

shifting to a different altitude
just got off phone with canuck goon and gleaned this platitude
befitting the place we find ourselves right now
trying to redefine and refine retirement with a bow

the magic acronym for this enlightened phase
is “ski” – spending kid’s inheritance with grace
and be mindful to direct praise
to Providence who owns it all anyway, the rightful place

so next blog entries shall bemuse
adventures of  “gone ski-ing” to amuse

l’chaim
a ramrom chime

ski-ing, rather… for real…check below

reminiscing neverending party stretch
enduring blessed “life is good” match

still basking in the delight
of the party last friday night
so wonderfully fed
so warmly cared
a divine time had
with special friends bred
thank u most
to timtee host
for the birthday toast
l’chaim – together we coast!

now still relishing “jang su jang” korean sunday lunch treat
then we got intro’d to “kyo po” supermarket before home retreat
there we sampled “soondae” for the first time
a blutwurst stuffed with dangmyeon, an acquired taste sublime

wiki

also rewinding last night’s treat with gno subset
indulged in “the way of the world,” a restoration comedy act

now indulging myself on mother’s day to do what i love best
to reflect, refract and put connecting dots to test
as i whimsically weave patterns with witty  zest
if it hits pithy prolific crest
it deserves ramrom repose rest

unlike a 1corinthian13 love
“the way of the world” expresses a different kind of dove
william congreve, a british playwright bloke
a brilliant entanglement of relationships he stroked
all the world’s a stage players bearing names their characters evoked
pray tell, what does mirabell, petulant, wishfort, foible, fainall, waitwell satirically invoke?

the ludicracy of contracted love, his penmanship spoke
the shallowness of pursuing worldly love to poke
consumed in deception and infidelity like addictive coke
diving deep to expose sallow motives, congreve eloquently stoked

in “way of the world” love is but a transaction
a gaming attraction and distraction
scheme a contraption well
dicey dance of dowry to ink, coffers and egos to swell
infidelity and love under pretense
instead of true armour of intense d’amour incense
there are strings attached
pockets not hearts to be matched
schemes upon wishfort to be hatched
and hatch a patch to oust fainall wretch

recoiling pearls from sir walter scott
in epic poem “marmion”, famous stanzas sought
“o, what a tangled web we weave
when first we practise to deceive!
but when we’ve practised quite a while
how vastly we improve our style”

indeed the way of the world
around deception twirl
temptations abound and swirl
beguiling mind and heart to curl

ah, sabbath
rejuvenating rest and rebirth
to dabble in rhyming mirth

melina mercouri crooning…
“and if u make it on a bleak day, a freak day or a week day
well u can be my guest
but never ever on a sunday, my sundae, the one day
i need a little rest”

connecting to genesis 2:3 a-swooning…
then God blessed the 7th day and sanctified it,
because in it He rested from all His work which God had created and made

just returned from “king and i” musical zing
quenched context behind “knowledge is king”
indeed mongkut did sing
“it’s good to be king”
echoed in history of the world,  badda-bing
led my mind wandering….

seeking kingly perfection
is such a distraction
a dangerous contraption
baiting false security and surreal expectation
yielding frustration
upon falling short in condemnation

human perfection has no margin for error, no room for compassion
it harbors fears and disdains embarrassment hence avoids attention
it’s binary arrogant, either u meet my standards or u don’t damnation
it’s a jealous, calculating king while u are lesser, imperfect subject slave condition

set of perfect standards can never be met
deviations it can never accept
woe to one when out of step
how can there be joy in such a relationship bet
feeling useless, an abject reject
how can human perfection be love object
for if one does some thing out of true love
it doesn’t demand one to fit like a glove

1 corinthians 13:4-7
describes perfect divine love poured from heaven
love is patient and kind..not crude
is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude
it does not demand its own way
it is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged and it does not slay
it does not rejoice about injustice clout
but rejoices whenever the truth wins out
love never gives up, imbued with fragrant sense
it never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance

mongkut experiences love toward his end
lets off perfect guard, becomes soft and human when perfection quest cannot sustain and attend
but getting2know and appreciate anna, well it’s too late baby now, it’s too late
too late to rewrite ending chapters when it’s nearing death date

just learnt spanish word codo = elbow
lots of elbow room here to mow

much transpired
much perspired
since last i wrote
rode rococo-rock road
singing, la…la-la-la-la-la

met nan again at rinconada park before my dip
said she’s heading for cubberley for a shower blip
told her to finish her lunch of carrots while i lapped
then chaffeured her to cubberley for free tab tap

while waiting for master’s program to empty lanes and wrap up
a conversation with carol the coach, swim techniques to sup
she saw me swim the first lap, my lazy “codo” caught
lift up that elbow, hand in water first, she freely taught

unfazed
so i tried to unlaze
suddenly, it got more tiring
than garbage yardage retiring

after helping nan transport her 4 bags plus luggage
and after jk moved out, i got in the mood to junk garbage
lurking in shelves, closets, boxes, stashed in old bags
gathering dust like old hags

codo now greased
filed returns to uncle sam for refund please
cleaned out life spam
magazines, old statements, receipts shredded and torn
clothes weathered and new unworn
things thought we would use, we could have sworn

then elbowed my way to fun
get recreation after the run
make time to party-hardy with flair

first purim debut as moroccan and taipan french legionnaire

had tea at crown and crumpets salon in ghiradelli square
to relish in  “persuasion” insights unveiled by prof cozzens, an opp rare

interviewed at starbucks a harker college applicant to emory
sauntering before and after to dalehurst koffee klatch at peet’s across starbucks in a hurry
saw “music man” performed by peninsula youth theater in mountain view
did shoreline wonderful wednesday walkie-talkie with wwwbuddy long overdue

discovered life tucked in emerald hills
a community up winding slopes from redwood city with views from window sills
added more alumni activity thrills
processing hp alums to various network tills
good thing no association dues-bills

discovered a band called elbow
lifted lyrics from “any day now”
that raised my brow

“got a lot of spare time
some of my youth and all of my senses on overdrive
don’t play coltrane you will sleep at the wheel
eyes on-horizon, don’t sleep at the wheel…”

2009 beginnings of sorts
amid stock market spurts, sputters and aborts
so it seems
a new era of constructive change and responsibility begins
44th president imploring us to unrelenting get-going
the arduous and perilous work of america re-making
an end to greed, waste and overconsumption
get back to biz of restoration

our nation at war is costing us a pretty penny
our badly-weakened economy
our woeful account of greed and irresponsibility of few at expense of many
our collective failure to make hard choices, complacency cluttered
our savings and homes lost, jobs shed, businesses shuttered
our health care is too costly
our schools fail too many
our ways of using energy fueling supplier strength and weakening the land of milk and honey

we don’t know what we have till we lose it
we destroy or build when we have nothing to lose, when bottom we hit
for sure nothing happens if we just sit
our sins to confess and admit

come jan26 we enter 2009 lunar year of the ox
i figured obama born in 1961 turning 48 august 4th 2009 must be a bull to help us detox
mahatma gandhi once uttered “we must become the change we want to see”
whether obama can lead us to execute that change began yesterday, from sea to shining sea
are we ready to be all we can be
in the new u.s. renaissance army?

bullish or bull or becoming?
to be or not to be, that is the question timelessly a-beckoning

in God we trust
forget not 1956 act of congress we must
for in luke 17:21, “the kingdom of God is within you”
“for the kingdom of God is not a matter of talk but of power” 1 corinthians 4:20 cue
“for the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking, but of righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit” in Romans 14:17 pew

wiki source

ramrom ends with a benjamin franklin ramble

“if u would not be forgotten,
as soon as u are dead and rotten,
either write things worth reading,
or do things worth the writing.”

so bullish or bull or becoming? a bbb or not2b gamble?

where art thou?
awaiting for begotten goat and cow?
before u make your final bow?
have they forgotten u somehow?

only tigers that care and flare
the pig does fly, it ain’t rare

courtesy of timkwan 2008 prague shot
animal farm love to declare
life chapters jumbled now ready to tear
o pure heart, ma beloved mere

didn’t see u dining
you’ve been a-hungering and hunkering
eyes shut, back bent to meet floor
food and life u yearn no more
how much u have or had, no need to score
awaiting eternal snore to shore

in the morning when the moon is at its rest,
you will find me at the time I love the best
watching rainbows play on sunlight;
pools of water iced from cold nights,
in the morning
’tis the morning of my life….

yea, what an awesome thrill
bee gees this morning to kill
incredible poetry and musical joy my heart to fill
what incredulous family talent till

a pattern formed
as my mind rom’d
my fave vocalists have a “b” or “c”
bee gees, beatles, oh let it be, golly gee
billy joel, barbra streisand, baez and her blue-eyed bob dylan
carole king, carly simon, csny, celine dion, cat stevens, jim croce, phil collins all so brilliant

and another b event
wonderful lunch time spent
with bro chuck and gm at stanford max opera
later a c-event, chico shopping spree rah-rah

meltdown or bull time
credit crime
grim grime
slime peak
like lipstick on pig

whether you’re a brother
or whether you’re a mother,
you’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
feel the city breakin’
and ev’rybody shakin’
and we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
ha, ha, ha, ha,
stayin’ alive…..

matthew 6:19-21 jive and squeal
do not lay up for yourselves treasures upon earth,
where moth and rust destroy,
and where thieves break in and steal….

but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven,
where neither moth nor rust destroys,
and where thieves do not break in or steal;
for where your treasure is, there will your heart be also…

echoed in john 6:27
a 7th heaven in bread unleaven
“do not work for the food which perishes,
but for the food which endures to eternal life,
which the Son of Man shall give to you,
for on Him the Father, even God, has set His seal.”

now that’s a deal
that’s a steal
no bill
cos’ it’s paid for already, the cross-sealed appeal

psalmist david’s appeal (90:12) to the heavens
“teach us to number our days and recognize how few they are;
help us spend them as we should”

jiving with paul newman’s wisdom he left us
“we are such spendthrifts with our lives.
the trick of living is to slip on and off the planet with the least fuss u can muster.
i’m not running for sainthood.
i just happen to think that in life we need to be a little like the farmer, who
puts back into soil what he takes.”

flush, all day on the butt
colonoscopy prep, induced rut
flush out colon of crut
this is nuts
grates and takes guts

joan baez crooning
all my trials Lord, soon be over

flush of contacts today
via linked-in way
new and reunited
long-lost friendships re-ignited

flush release
when sliding on next venture grease
time to sign new lease
passion to please
hearts and minds to tease

as i connect them flushes
excitement rushes
best-is-yet-to-come crushes

flush of fresh dare
intake of collusive care
once again my soul to bare
new cross to bear
relishing His fare

the cheeks blush
as i await from above the royal plush
to gain entry into gates of pastures lush
meanwhile in-transit mush

leaning on His truss
“and it shall come to pass”….
a phrase 120 times immersion
in king james bible version

the river of jordan is muddy and cold
well it chills the body but not the soul.
all my trials Lord soon be over

lap swim desire
has been set on fire

rinconada pool located
exercise guilt emancipated

ain’t no master program swim
pure garbage yardage, just wanna be trim
started slow with 70 lengths aka 35 laps
before building up to 100 lengths max

blasting pink martini on drive back
a fond memory attack

je ne veux pas travailler
je ne veux pas dejeuner
je veux seulement oublier
et puis je “schwime”

courtesy wiki: pm in oregon zoo

alors, pardon pink martini
je remplace “fume” avec mot allemand car j’aime bien le passe-temps de natation, mais oui
philippe – merci..

at the finance forum hollywood night
3 hocus pocus booths to sight
oh let’s have fun with starry, starry, light
paint my future blue and grey
forum’s about future outlook, so look out into sunny play

pray tell what lies ahead thrills
shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills

first stop, so what do those palms tell
stars on head line says imagination involving writing and music to give and sell
plus generic long healthy life to gel
love abounding and money matters are well

second stop, what do tarot cards have in store
see creative energy and working with children galore
generous giving from heart, gifts crafted with personal touch
earlier tarot reading at leadership forum predicted a trip, et voila I did such

third stop, what does horoscope blended with numerology in name and birthdate say
what question first and pick 3 other chips to add to cloth tray
answer revealed to work-related query, creativity and many ideas swirling
need to plan and organize with a partner to get to next clearing

well, hello, dolly
it’s so nice to have you back where you belong
you’re lookin swell, dolly…….i can tell, dolly
youre still glowin…youre still crowin…you’re still goin strong

i feel that room swayin……while the band’s playin
one of our old favourite songs from way back when
So….. take her wrap, fellas…….find her an empty lap, fellas
dolly will never go away again

ending on note with barbara streisand
as i flipped through photo albums this morning, memories transcend

journeys and connections made dear
what to do next became crystal clear

people who need people
are the luckiest people in the world

circular dharma logic, way of tao to dive
ye must be born again while alive to live life
from nowhere to “now here”, a hairy truth wayne dyer on kcsm to bare
guess where we’re headed, from nowhere to now here, back to nowhere

rodin’s thinker and rene descartes’ “i think therefore i am” rings
as dyer’s “change your thoughts, change your life” sings
don’t let extrinsic values determine intrinsic me
we become who we think we are, if we let it be

the old adage – u are what u eat
u will drown yourself living someone’s else beat
the dangers of trudging through life behind labels and masks
align inner waters to flow harmoniously with external husks

detach instead of attach
let go, less is more is the catch
we came from nothing
we depart with no thing

God can’t fill your cup
when it’s full of ego grub

shift from self-control, in Supreme to trust
let go in order for mortal limits to bust

he’s a real nowhere man,
sitting in his nowhere land,
making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.

doesn’t kave a point of view,
knows not where he’s going to,
isn’t he a bit like you and me?

now here man, please listen,
u don’t know what you’re missing,
now here man, the world can be at your command
with His helping hand

though the pen, mightier than the sword can
pbcc andy drake revealed the tongue can be mightier than the pen
text at least can be edited and rejected
but verbal poison lingers and sears indelibly to heart affected

james 3, verses 1 through twelve
on loose lips and tongue delve
mere little member that “boasts great things”
likened to a consuming forest fire, defiling commoners and kings

“no man can tame the tongue” wrote james
it’s “an unruly evil, full of deadly poison” he claims
for “out of the same mouth proceed blessing and cursing”
spirit to destroy vs kind thoughtful darts to direct, His glory to sing

admonishing brethren to project sync’d authenticity residing
in a true believer, for “a spring cannot send forth fresh water and bitter from the same opening”
no spring yields both salt water and fresh
indeed evil and goodness does clash

au contraire, sticks and stones merely break bones
but verbal slings and arrows along with provocative tones
bring deep emotional hurt
once in heart, insert

on the other hand
the tongue can spit inspiration rant
spew positive energy and love spurts
melodious songbird chirps

watching concert for diana
re-inventing police melodrama

every single day
every word you say
every game you play
every heart you slay
He’ll be watching you

gimme david jeremiah on the radio
my morning time with the Lord on stereo
lowly ways are gone, He will make me better
to philippians from paul, a letter

theme was on striving for “joy of harmony”
among churches, His family
happiness is haphazard and temporal
but joy stems from Source eternal

embedded in philippians 4
4 precepts roar
don’t be defeated or divisive
don’t be discouraged or defensive
and verse 4+4 is the beholden missive

whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right,
whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable —
if anything is excellent or praiseworthy —
think about such things

well, paul wrote the philippians and us d’letter
said we shouldn’t live without Him no more
listen mister can’t you see, we got to get back
to d’Source to discover joy in us once more

His way and everyday
gimme a ticket to Heaven rightaway

it’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside
i’m not one of those, who can easily hide
don’t have much title, but if i do
i’ll make you my grand poobah of dreams come true

dearest mj, my favorite dj
so tireless in giving encouragement ray
u took me down a detour, to the woods of distant goal
touched my heart, played with my mind, filled my soul
a tough mare gently leading an unfocussed foal

we’re galloping way ahead of atw mentoring fold
on doit revenir a nos moutons and attend to other pieces of gold
chapter 3 of our journal filled with deliverables for sk to aspire
i suggest we meet end of february to further idi conspire
allow time for our engines to respire and others inspire
you’re awesome mj, a mentor i’ll forever cherish and admire

life is like a cup of coffee, so goes the story expresso
about some alums who went to visit their dear professor
now established in their careers and prominence grew
conversation soon turn to complaints about work and life stress brew

the prof came out of the kitchen with a large pot of coffee, his guests to offer
armed with an assortment of cups – porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal coffer
some ordinary-looking, some expensive, some exquisite topper
help yourselves with the coffee, he proffered

when all the students had a cup of coffee in their hands, he exclaimed
notice all the nice-looking, expensive cups in your hands proclaimed
left behind, the plain and cheap-looking cups laid unclaimed

’tis only normal for you to want the best for yourselves
but alas, that is where the source of problems and stress dwells

what u really wanted was coffee, not the cup
u unconsciously went for the best cup to sup
worse, u were eyeing each other’s cup to covet
typical earthly behavior we naturally rivet

now if life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position are the cups
just tools to hold and contain life, like tubs he rubs
but the quality of life doesn’t change one bit
u see, by concentrating on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it

so folks don’t let the cups drive you is the moral imparted
enjoy the coffee instead, and with that wisdom, he departed

if i were a sculptor, but then again, no
or a man who makes potions, in a travelling show
i know it’s not much but it’s the best i can do
my gift is my song, and this one’s for u

i hope u don’t mind that i put down in words
how wonderful life is while you’re in this world

it’s the lingo of our authentic self, u can be whatever u want to be
it’s that simple, u see

it’s only words, and words are all i have
to take our hearts away

when i see a new vocab
what do i see
fresh color on my canvas to dab
poetry…poeltry in motion

the other night at pasta pomodoro in santana row
chickentarian phrase served to my palette-palate with a bow
so now the paintbrush went to work
first google and wiki it for juice to invoke

to my surprise many chickentarians roost
their palate, only chicken and vegetables boost
wiki flavors it as pollo-vegetarianism
adjouter fish to it, voila pesce-pollorianism
or less sophisticated chickifishitarian to become
fowl matter to succumb

what happens when turkey, duck and chicken mix
et voila, “turducken” machen or “chucky” fix
by the way, why dark meat is more succulent?
thanks to myoglobin in leg muscles and fat globule accent

poultry in motion, walking side by side
her lovely locomotion
keeps my eyes open wide for pen to slide
poeltry in motion, see her gentle sway
on a wave out on the ocean
that’s how pen moves to play

i love every movement and there’s nothing i would change
she doesn’t need improvement, she’s much too nice to re-arrange

poles and trees in motion, dancin’ close to me
a flower of devotion
for all the world to see
poetry in motion, all that i adore
no number 9 love potion
could make me gobble-gobble more

a happy thanksgiving to crow,crow,crow,crow
a feast to throw, throw,throw,throw
a squawk mission to grow, row and bestow
a stitch on the side to sew,sew,sew,sew
love to all out there to blow,blow,blow,blow

blow, blow thou winter wind
love blind, thou art so kind to bind

yesterday’s gleanings from a “career” management workshop
a couple of tips gained to polish one’s reputation knob
career stems from “carraria”, its medieval latin root
meaning road for vehicles, aha..a path in life to boot and toot

5 p’s encompasses instructor alan vengel gist
person – who are u, your values, skills and interest list
perspective – but what really matters is who u are in others’ eyes
for u see, therein the relative truth lies and survives
place – are u in the groove for what might happen in the future
are u ahead of the curve, to anticipate career change to suture
possibilities – consider maneuvers, what are the options galore
et voila they are: vertical, lateral, enrichment, re-alignment, explore
plan – pick your choice, figure next steps, then sell and implore

to work this morning, 770am blasting as i careen
spake pastor david jeremiah, the 5 c’s how fruitful a life is determined
character is cornerstone of who u are, exemplified by fruit u bear
conduct is how u behave, what u do, build and tear
contribution is what u give, how u care
conversation – what u say could soothe or open wounds bare
converts – are u planting seeds, a difference make, dare to spare?

at bible study last night
parallelism insight
psalm 3 reading
hebrew poetic meaning

takes me back to “beauty in eye of beholder” logged in july
like any artistic expression, only meaningful if to you apply
up to you to interprete and relate
what artists create and bait

psalm is from greek logos “psalmoi”
meaning “songs sung to a harp” with soothing coy
originally from “psallein”, “play on a stringed instrument”
picture psalmist david in deep sorrow or joyful moment

150 psalms in the bible compiled
vs 5 poems in lamentations culled
takes one through entire spectrum of life
conversations with God to survive all kinds of strife

the germans have it
2 words in 1 long soundbyte meet
vergangenheits is the past
bewaltigung is management, mastering the mast
compressed together
struggle to come to terms with past matter
live with consequences of dark chapters of past rust
life’s collected dust

dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind

galatians 6:7 has another way of slaying it, here it goes
a man reaps what he sows
not counting spaces, 19 letters in biblical wisdom prose
vs 25 letters used, the germans machen ein wort gross

quotes pastor and author charles swindoll
life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we respond to it all
world according to sk says about life game and aim
life hands us different trump cards; how we play them out, lights our flame

at the bewitching end
the cpu breaks down and begins to rend
all fears and tears come to roost
a bit too late then to conquer demons let loose

so my friend
don’t wait till the end
conquer demons now, plant seeds of love and joy
positive karma to deploy

sowing in the morning
sowing seeds of kindness
sowing in the noontide
and the dewy eve
waiting for the harvest
and the time of reaping
we shall come rejoicing
bringing in the sheaves