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Fri
20
Nov '09

niew woman

whoa man
what’s a woman?

a daughter
awaiting for manslaughter?

a wife
to birth life?
a mother to family strife?

a sister
to mister
to minister?

a worker to toil
to till hard soil
to rake in the spoil
to slave to a festering boil?

an article to use
or abuse?

some have the choice
to voice
many get lost in the noise
many suppressed by power-hungry boys
many treated as toys

at end of day it’s a humane issue
how we treat each other regardless of gender to take issue

words are cheap
actions speak deep
golden rule to keep

by according dignity to another
we become a dignified human order

educate the mind and heart
a smart positive start

niew moves ahead
seeking to empower and to educate
for it’s been said:

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a hope prism
our mind and heart to unprison

nam‘s the vision
niew’s the mission


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Thu
25
Jun '09

paris, je t’aime

200px-parisjetaimeposter_eng source: wiki
“paris, je t’aime” movie fueled this reflection
wayne dyer’s “excuses begone” flamed inspiration
2 iconic celeb passings today brought about introspection

the neighborhood seems to have gone to the ravens
sinister-looking blackbirds cawing that descend from dark caverns
i’ve been noticing them crows hovering since economic meltdown last year
triggering superstitious feelings from lurking memes of fear

learned about memes from wayne dyer’s “excuses begone”
like viruses, bad habits and excuses that replicate, infiltrate and spread, like nuclear bomb
vmcover2 according to richard brodie, author of “virus of the mind”
mind memes “have already infected governments, educational systems, and inner cities”, humanity is in a bind
“leading to some of the most pervasive and troublesome problems of society today,
youth gangs, welfare cycle, deteriorating public schools, growing government bureaucracy – such dragons hard to slay

today was a sad day for 2 stars
farrah fawcett returned to venus and michael jackson to mars

so ramrom reflectively sings
an extract from prav’s world “time has wings”
“…we’re here for a little while, we’re only passing by
time has wings and the golden moments quickly fly…”

so excuses begone
don’t be forlorn, let bygone be bygone
so goes the saying “we are what we eat”
“all that we are is the result of our thoughts” a buddhist doctrine repeat

so be alert and aware, harken to dharma of the soul
get aligned, contemplate and let thinking unfold
like dan caro, think possibility, not succumb to meme limitation
keep the faith, play your cards without intimidation
be willing like virginia woolf to “arrange whatever pieces come your way”
“make it work” the infamous tim gunn mantra play

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take responsibility for your action and passion
conquer richard lipton’s biology of belief, pay the right attention
when u change the way u look at things, the things undergo mutation
“we are not victims of our genes”, so climb to a higher cove
to materialize “unlimited capacity to live a life overflowing with peace, happiness and love”

“live as if you were to die tomorrow.  learn as if you were to live forever.”
“lives, like money, are spent. what are you buying with yours?”
respectively, mahatma gandhi and roy h.williams implore

wisdom according to mark twain
catch his thought train
“20 years from now u will be more disappointed by the things u didn’t do
than by the ones u did do. so throw off the bowlines. sail away from the safe harbor
catch the trade winds in your sails. dream…discover…explore.”

more significant “…those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.
they will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint….”
so be like the eagle in isaiah 40:31 to soar and life score

as psalm 16:11 turns to the Lord to claim
Thou wilt show me the path of life; in Thy presence is fullness of joy;
at Thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore”

’tis simple trust and obey – exhort your Creator and Him adore
it’s a ramrom circular caw
go, yield to Divine to conquer your dharma, sharpen your saw

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Sun
10
May '09

mutter-mutti mutter

200px-americangigiposter yes maurice, thank heavens for little girls
some of us grow up to be mother pearls
came across this on the internet
irresistable ramrom touch to get set

bee-on-dk-pink-rose (sally’s shot in wee perth garden)

a man stopped at a flower shop to order flowers for mother’s day
to be sent to his mother who lived two hundred miles away

as he got out of his car, he noted a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing
“what’s wrong?” he asked, his heart a-throbbing, his mind absorbing
“i wanted to buy a red rose for my mother
but i only have 75 cents…a rose costs two dollars” she muttered

the man smiled and said, “come on in with me…i’ll buy you a rose.”
so he did  just that plus ordered his own mother’s flowers, nothing verbose

as they were leaving, he offered the girl a ride home
“yes, please! u can take me to my mother’s dome”
she directed him to a cemetery, placing the rose on freshly dug grave loam
an epiphany with aplomb, the man back to the flower shop did roam

he cancelled the floral send order, it was clear what to do
picked up a bouquet instead, mother’s love to rightly woo
driving two hundred miles to his mother’s house, love in person to coo

357px-madonna_col_bambino_palazzo_medici_riccardi_filippo_lippi to all mothers out there, a happy mothers day moo!

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Mon
9
Feb '09

boxy blues

this entry is dedicated to nan
designed to interweave in universe plan

a fortnight before christmas with nip in the air
i headed out to dip in rinconada pool with quivering dare
shucks – i looked at wrong timetable and have an hour to spare

spotted her on a nearby bench
with roller luggage and sleeping bag, the park is her ranch
wispy silver hair and beckoning tired glare
instinct drove me to her to render care

what landed u here, how long has it been?
thus began her story given a listener keen

used to work at stanford but got myself in a pickle
now living on social security trickle
lost my mobile home, lost my car
got alot of family scars, am no longer a star
daughter-in-law can’t stand me
software engineer son in san jose had to choose, u see
i had to go and been out on the fringes some 5 years
got auto immune condition, learned to deal with tears
i miss my 2 grandkids, such cherished dears
but now reduced to memory smears
i’ve toughened but the bleak future sears

i cried for and with her, lost my smug
i felt helpless and could only offer a prayer and hug
we talked about conversations with God
how He has protected her all this time from sod
how He humbled her and unravelled her kinks
there is something in store for her, she hopes and thinks
meanwhile further into societal oblivion she sinks

an hour flew by and time for me to amalgamate as i stroke
nan’s given me alot to stoke
a few naive bubbles broke
a reality poke

here is nan without a box to live in fit
i know of one who owns a box but deprived of enjoying it
then there’s another who has a box but it’s cold, empty and lifeless
another who filled a box with life but living on subprime edge reckless
then i read of corrie ten boom’s home flung open to strangers
love boxed in awaiting dangers

life in a box
is a paradox

i am just a poor boy and my story’s seldom told
i’ve squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
all lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear
and disregards the rest, hmmmm

when i left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
in the company of strangers
in the quiet of the railway station, running scared
laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go
looking for the places only they would know

li la li…

in the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
and he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
till he cried out in his anger and his shame
i am leaving, i am leaving, but the fighter still remains

yes, nan out on the street still remains

Mon
24
Nov '08

flip it

talking to myself and feeling old
like festering mold
sometimes i’d like to quit
nothing ever seems to fit
hanging around, some kind of lonely frown
rainy days and mondays always get me down

this post is dedicated to pc who shared the “flip”
like a flip wilson-to-geraldine glib
like camomile instead of absinthe sip
turn your palm over and flip in a clip
do a tango dip
instead of guilt vibes keep

flip financial gloom and emotional toss
to “eat less-exercise more” weight loss
flip job loss
to new directions and opportunity gloss
roll dicey stone and gather moss
i lost brain cells but gained stature of a being c.i.a boss

flip confidence in pain
to anchoring in loved ones gain
like hannah’s cup of tear stains from penninah hurt strains
to sweet poetic song of hannah refrains

flip disappointment
to not-meant-to-be and shift to give hilarotes annointment
instead of seething wrath
flip double, double, toil and trouble
to bubble-bubble
but not douse ’em in bubble bath

flip fear
put on faith goggles to see through fog clear
convert to new discovery cheer
new tracks to brave steer

they told negativity don’t u ever come around here
don’t wanna see your face, u better disappear
the fire’s in their eyes and their words stab like spear
so flip it, just flip it

u better run, u better do what u can
don’t wanna see no blood, don’t be a macho man
u can be positively tough, uplift weight of spirit all u can
so flip it, just flip it, flip it

flip it, flip it
no one wants to be defeated
showing how funky strong is your fight
it doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right
just flip it, flip it

u have to show them that you’re really not scared
you’re playin’ with your life, this ain’t no truth or dare
they’ll kick u, then they beat u,
then they’ll tell u it’s fair
so flip it, u don’t wanna be bad or sad

so don’t harbor gloom and doom
flip it to allow blessings bloom
give a thanksgiving boom

flip to philippians 4:8 insight
“fix your thoughts on what is true and honorable and right
think about things that are pure lovely and of admirable might

think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise”
most of all, thank Him for His love and grace
adversity to counter, flip to face and erase

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Tue
19
Aug '08

joie de vivre

this song is dedicated to a beautiful person i just met
searching joie de vivre i am sure she’ll get
on a journey now, for right work2live goals to set
which places to go to place her bet

d’accord, par robert’s dictionnaire
joie de vivre is extraordinaire
une “sentiment exaltant ressenti par toute la conscience”
ie “involves one’s whole being” in seance

i wish her a love match
the beauties of life to enjoy and catch
just imagine a tennis game in intense zest
keep eye on ball and play your best
leave to Seigneur for the rest

le joie de vivre est comme la bonne aventure

artist robert delauney’s “rhythm – joie de vivre”

je suis un petit poupon de bonne figure
qui aime bien les bonbons et les confitures
si vous voulez m’endonner
je saurai bien les manger

je serai sage et bien bon
pour plaire a ma mere
je saurai bein ma lecon
pour plaire a mon pere
je veux bien les contenter
et, s’ils veulent m’embrasser

la bonne aventure
oh! gai!
la bonne aventure

Sun
18
May '08

phoey-louie-douie howie

another year to hatch
around mother’s day match

a special mama to check on
to find out, much life has worn
too much time has flown and gone
a voice nudged me – a trip to greenville flaunt
to rekindle bond
to goldfinger pond

time to ponder and correspond

time for ramrom zinger
o yellow ginger
yellow zinger
is in my eyes and in my mind
o yellow ginger
yellow zinger
is in my blood, it’s the place i love
got no time for explanation
got no time to lose
tomorrow night should find me
sleeping underneath the noose
at yellow zinger

stupid-is-as-stupid-does, mama
life has too much beauty to miss and its drama
u played your bridge deck well
now it’s ok to ring the “ratched” bell
u are one heck of a mama swell
your voice etched in my head , your love in my heart dwell

doobie-doobie-doo
yea life has roses, fugu sashimi and poo
but let me tell ya, we know how to play them cards
we know how and when to throw them darts
u wanna be bothered, u will
go ahead, guts to spill
for we’re too busy picking battles for the till

curl curl curl marcia, sistah in more ways than one
we are more connected than u know it to the One
His grace and strength in u i see
and when the night is cloudy, there is still white light that shines on thee
shine until tomorrow, let it be

and little bunny foo-foo sandy
well u came and u gave without taking
as they sent me away, oh sandy
well u kissed me and stopped me from shaking
and we need u today, oh sandy
blackberry and airport meeting sure came in handy

30 years may have flown by
but just 1 look, that’s all it took
to connect, hug and and say hi
cabbie don to spook
phoey-louie-douie
we’re in the zone baby
it’s in the stars our paths cross, each of u howie lady

thanks for the memories and more to come
oh can’t u see mama, there’s no need to control but love in us to succumb

once there was greenville, kissed by the sun
once there were valleys where we had howard lake fun
once there were blue skies with white light ommmmming above
once and forever, we are part of an everlasting love

a time to be reapin’, a time to be sowin’
o greenville south carolina, is callin’ me home
twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth
now the green leaves of frisco are callin’ me home

interesting in-flight movie viewed
‘the bucket list” cued
a must see
i decree
here’s to us, to life – as best as it can be…

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Wed
30
Apr '08

e-stories ketchup

106. Fri 14 Dec ’07

there’s always another way

’twas at u of maryland graduation , the auditorium filled with crowd random
the moment waited by them, in walked 92 students in tandem
with their rich maroon gowns flowing and the traditional caps
they looked almost as grown up as they felt in their regal wraps

dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles, moms freely brushed away tears
this class however could not pray during commencement – not by choice but by fears
all because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it
the principal and several students therefore within guidelines sit

they gave inspirational and challenging speeches – no one dared mention divine guidance
no one asked for blessings on the graduates or their families, in strict compliance
the speeches were nice but they were routine creation
it took the final speech to receive a standing ovation

a solitary student walked proudly to the microphone to reckon
he stood still and silent for just a moment, and then it happened
all 92 students -every single one of them suddenly sneezed- releasing the cue
the student onstage simply looked at the audience and uttered “God bless each and every one of u!”

with that from his lungs squeezed
off the stage he breezed
the audience exploded into applause
this graduating class had found an unique way to exercise their cause
invoking God’s blessing on their future with or without the court’s approval clause

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115. Sat 19 Jan ’08

con te partirò – i wish u enough

yahoo 3-day weekend
thanks mlk , the imprint u left this land
a bro in arms
igniting ram-rom psalms

i have a dream…
dream, dream, dream
all i got2do is bream dream stream

today’s forwarded email inspiration
sourced from cyber constellation
traced to bobperks.com, possible circulation origination
saw it in another web location
for poetic expression

of public domain, now for my modulation
here goes, for your rumination

recently i overheard at the airport
the p.a. system announced the departure report

mother and daughter
in their last moments together
they hugged, standing near the security gate
“i love u and i wish u enough“, mother said

“our life together has been more than enough, mom
your love is all i ever needed”, daughter summed
“i wish u enough, too, mom”, she replied with a lump

they kissed and the daughter left
mother walked over to the window close to where i was seated, bereft
i could see she wanted and needed to cry
i tried not to intrude her privacy, neither pry
but she caught my eye

connected to my unspoken care
initiating her soul to bare
“did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?”
“yes, I have…forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?’, a curiosity clamor

“i am old and she lives so far away
so far away – doesn’t anybody stay in one place any more, carole king in my head
play
she continued, “i have challenges ahead and the reality is – the next trip back
will be for my funeral”…mick jagger straining black is black…

“when u were saying good-bye, i heard u say, ‘i wish u enough’. ..may i ask what that means?”
“that’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations”, she beams
my parents used to say it to everyone”, it seems”

she paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail
she smiled even more, as fond memories evoked and set sail
“when we said , ‘i wish u enough’, we were wanting the other person
to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them”, through life’s season

then turning toward me, she shared the following
reciting from memory glowing and mellowing

i wish u enough sun to keep your attitude bright, no matter how gray the day may appear
i wish u enough rain to appreciate the sun even more, future bumps to clear
i wish u enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting
i wish u enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger, bittersweet-tasting
i wish u enough gain to satisfy your wanting
i wish u enough loss to appreciate all that u possess taunting
i wish u enough hellos to get u through the final good-bye
she then walked away and began to cry

they say it takes during life’s season
only a minute to find a special person
an hour to appreciate them
a day to love them
but then
an entire life to forget them

erich segal’s love story
infamous pearls of “love means never having to say you’re sorry”

where do i begin to tell a story of how great a love can be,
the sweet love story that is older than the sea,
the simple truth about the love He brings to me?
where do i start?

with His first hello at 12 when i walked the line
He gave a meaning to this empty world of mine
there’d never be another love, another time
He came into my life and made the living fine

He fills my heart
He fills my heart with very special things
with angel songs, with wild imaginings
He fills my soul
with so much love that anywhere i go
i’m never lonely
with Him along
who could be lonely?
i reach for His hand
it’s always there

how long does it last?
can love be measured by the hours in a day?

i have no answers now but this much i can say
i know i’ll need Him till the stars all burn away
and He’ll be there….

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121. Sat 1 Mar ’08

march rose marvel, today’s marble

yesterday, canuck bro#3 called to update how mother is faring
a few days back, tropical bro#2 shared a provocative “wise old man” clip below that’s cyber-circulating
a few weeks back, novato bro#1 touched base in south bay upon their silver anniversary celebrating
all of us contemplative as we physically age and gauge the cusp of long-distance mother caring

once again i sprinkle my rapping dust to the unknown sourced public domain story
to trigger reflections on cyclical life gory and glory
connecting back to nov 2, 2006 blog entry on “rose” with this allegory

a 92-year old man, short and well-presented
who great care in his appearance meted
alas the fateful day arrived
to move to an old folks home to spend remaining life
for his 70-year wife has recently died
leaving his home obliged

after waiting several hours in the retirement home lobby
he gently smiles as he is told that his room is ready
as he slowly walks to the elevator, using his cane
i describe his small room to him, including the sheet to curtain the window pane

“i like it very much”, he says with the enthusiasm of an 8-year old boy
who has just been given a new puppy, with renewed childlike joy
to which i remarked “but sir, u haven’t even seen the room yet,
hang on a moment, we are almost there, u to set”

he responded
as we bonded
happiness is something i choose in advance
there’s no need to glance to prance
whether or not i like the room does not depend
on the furniture, or the decor to append
rather, it depends on how i decide to see it
for in my mind, i already like my room, the whole bit
it is a decision i take every morning when i wake up, the day already lit

i can choose
whether to boost or goose
or hang myself on the noose

i can spend my day in bed enumerating all the difficulties that i have with the parts of my body
that no longer work very well, that is no longer swell buddy
or
i can get up and give thanks to heaven for those parts
that are still in working order guts

everyday is a gift
and as long as i can open my eyes and spirits lift
and focus on the new day and all the happy memories that i have built up during my life to sift
old age is like a bank account, u see sooner or later u pay for your do-and-say
u withdraw in later life what u have deposited along the way
galatians 6:7 “u reap what u sow” replay

so the story goes, the wise man’s advice to us decrees
to deposit all the happiness u can in your bank account of memories

coinciding with sender’s ending powerpoint reel spill
thank u for your part in filling my account with happy memories, which i am still continuing to fill

echoing the intent of this ram-rom blog till
unknown author ends with 5 simple guidelines for happiness in life to seal

1. free your heart from hate
2. free your mind from worry bait
3. live simple galore
4. give more
5. expect less, joy in life to roar and soar

from this author, sunday day school refrain ringing
is what currently my heart and head is singing

joy, joy, my heart is full of joy
joy, joy, my heart is full of joy
my Savior dear
is ever near
that’s the reason why my heart is full of joy

harkening back to memory
of “my symphony”
penned june 1974
not knowing what was in store
as she embarks to foreign american shore

let me enjoy
the cool of the breeze
let me seek out
the simple joys
let me taste
love unstained
– i’ll be happy –

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122. Sun 2 Mar ’08

live a life that matters

after i posted a saturday marble
i received yet another marvel
such laheim breathtaking shots
with life nugget thots

ready or not, someday it will come to an end
there will be no sunrises, no minutes, hours or days to append
all the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten,
will pass to someone else, good or rotten
your wealth, fame, and temporal power
will shrivel to irrelevance cower

it will not matter what you owned or what you were owed or in arrear
your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will suddenly disappear
so too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire
the wins and losses that once seemed so important will no longer respire or inspire

it won’t matter where you came from
or on what side of the tracks you lived, what circumstances or pomp
at the end it won’t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant
even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant even if resilient

so what will matter? what will be treasured?
how will the value of your days be measured?

what will matter is not what u bought
but what u built filling others’ needs sought

not what u got but what u gave 
for there’s nothing u can bring to your grave

what will matter is not your success, but your significance
what will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught without askance

what will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage, or sacrifice
that enriched, empowered, or encouraged others to emulate your example prized

what will matter is not your competence, but your character fuel
what will matter is not how many people you knew
but how many will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone without residue

what will matter is not your memories
but the memories that live in those that loved u, that live for centuries
what will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what, such luxuries

living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident
it’s not a matter of circumstance but of choice resplendent
choose a life that matters, that sets precedent but u don’t have to be president

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123. Thu 6 Mar ’08

c’est simple comme bonjour

my mantra swoons
as graham nash croons
“i am a simple man
and i sing a simple song”

thanks again, gaik2supply food4thot to sound ramrom gongs
now time to work my irresistable rapper tongs

reframing
and refraining 
warren buffet cnbc interview nuggets
yea – that richest guy in the world, giving back buckets
a cool 31 billion
here’s how he dances life’s cotillion

1. at 11, he bought his first share mate
now he regrets that he started too late
things were cheap at that time
encourage your children to invest, 4value2climb

2. at 14, he bought a small farm
paper delivery savings to drum
don’t undermine – small can potential big summon
do fan entrepreneurial spirit in young gamin

3. he still lives in same small 3-bedroom house in midtown omaha
that he bought after he got married, 50 years ago, now – that’s dada
he says he has everything he needs in that house
no need wall nor fence to protect or attention to arouse
no need to buy more than u “really need”
so impart to your children, no need to debt-bleed

4. he drives his own car everywhere, does not have a driver or security people around him
u are what u are, no need trim to overflow brim

5. he never travels by private jet, although he owns the world’s largest private jet company
always think how u can accomplish things economically

6. his company, berkshire hathaway, owns 63 companies
a letter to each CEO, goals for the year accompanies
no need for any meeting or regular calls to check
execute – it’s as simple as that
to right jobs, assign the right people to bat

7. he gives his ceo’s only 2 rules-harmony
rule number 1: do not lose your shareholders’ money
rule number 2: do not forget rule number one, sonny
set goals and make sure people focus on them, not on the dummy!

8. he does not socialize with high society crowd, doesn’t consider himself v.i.p.
his past time after he gets home is to make some pop corn and watch tv
don’t try to show off, just be your self and do what u enjoy doing, simple be

9. he does not carry cell phone
nor has a computer on his desk, things get done in uncluttered zone

that other world’s richest bill gates met warren for first time, 5 years ago
gates didn’t think he had anything in common to glow
so scheduled for only 1 hour to blow
when they finally met, meeting lasted 10 hours aglow
ever since, a warren devotee in bill was sowed

to young people, warren advises
“stay away from credit cards (bank loans), invest in yourself, [yea, stay away from vices crises]
and remember, [honey]:
a. money doesn’t create man but it is the man who created money
b. live your life as simple u are [that’s where i will put my money, honey!]
c. don’t do what others say, just listen to them but do what you feel good
so there u have it, that’s how warren multiplied his buffet food

but harken to verses of matthew 6:19-21 that warn
“do not to store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy,
and where thieves break in and steal…but store up for yourselves treasures in heaven,
where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.
for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also“….

simple comme bonjour, mais oui?

Sat
15
Sep '07

being there

how did i get here, recall is rare
my memory is bare
what did i past dare?
what pages do i tear?
does anyone care?
now my soul projects scare

waiting room

scenes in the waiting room
eyes glazed of nostalgic gloom
where’s my groom
where’s the rose bloom

what we are thinking
what we are feeling
what we are seeing
what we are processing
no one knows
it comes and goes

what’s real, u can’t comprehend
what’s experienced, i can’t pretend
dunk mashed potatoes in chocolate mix
string beans on pudding seems an obvious fix

color my grey faded lens
see the slithering snakes in oily dens
folding napkins is therapeutic
wailing and tantrum fits, attention to kick

if u touch me, you’ll understand what happiness is
ooh, pure heart bliss
another new day to turn a page
when will soul rest from life rage?

being there

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Sat
11
Aug '07

circle circus

a story internet-shared once before
circled again to my email door
this time i’ll park it on the blogging floor
if u like it, ask for more to score

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a frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law and 4-year old grandson
the family ate together at the table in unison
grandpa’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult
peas rolled off onto floor, milk onto tablecloth spurt
dishes got broken, indignations blurt

enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor
we must do something about father, the mess no longer ignore
set a small table in the corner, send mess there
serve food in wooden bowl, broken dishes no longer bear

so grandpa ate alone, thanks to the couple’s demeanor
so rest of the family can enjoy their dinner
gulping alone, tears in grandpa’s eyes were ignored
when fork was dropped, or food spilled, sharp admonitions roared

in silence, the 4-year old watched it all
nurture tugged nature, attention to call
one evening before supper, the father noticed his kid playing with wood scraps on the floor
“what are making, son?” he sweetly explored

just as sweetly the boy rebuffed, replicating how in future his family should sup
oh, i am making a little bowl for u and mama to eat your food in when i grow up

the words struck a chord
the parents were speechless, realizing their created discord
tears streamed down their cheeks
no word was spoken, they both knew what must be done, insight kicks

that evening, grandpa rejoined the family table
for the remainder of his days, he ate every meal with family, doesn’t matter whether he is able
turning point lesson not too late to reverse to move forward and observe golden rule springy coil
husband nor wife no longer seemed to care for fork dropped, milk spilled, or tablecloth soiled

so no matter what happens, how bad it seems today
life goes on, there will be a better tomorrow if your half-cup full be allowed to sway
u can tell alot about a person by the way
he/she handles 4 things – the elderly, lost luggage, tangled xmas lights, a rainy day

so regardless of the relationship with your parents to revive
you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life
u see, the nugget is that making a “living” is not the same
as making a “life” meaningful, fulfilling, fruitful game

which triggers dipping into my treasure trove to retrieve sandra carey’s pearl
“never mistake knowledge for wisdom. one helps u make a living, the other helps you make a life” swirl

life sometimes gives u a second chance for life, opportunity tends
carpe diem, don’t go thru life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands
throw something back as we stand on shifting sands

pursuing happiness is elusive
for happiness finds u when u focus on what u do for others, a “horse ahead of cart” missive
whenever one decides something with an open heart with right motive
u usually make the right decision elective

when one has pains
one doesn’t have to be a pain to get life gains
look out everyday to reach out and touch someone even when it rains
people love that human touch whether it be a warm hug
holding a trembling hand, an encouraging pat or shaken heart to tug

the karma of life is circular
what goes around, comes around sooner or later

and then there’s one circle to latch on that’s Alpha and Omega
to journey through life on earth spiraling one day to cosmos eternal

all our lives’ a circle but i can’t tell you why
season’s spinning round again
the years keep rollin’ by

lion king expounds
it’s the circle of life
and it moves us all
thru despair and hope
thru faith and love
on the path unwinding
in the circle
the circle of life

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Sat
4
Aug '07

barefoot in the park

thanks to sister emily
of pbcc family
intro’d me to barefoot coffee roasters
“cupping” nature’s caffeine boosters

connie shared value-based investing
pertinent pathfinding mission basting

like spontaneous barefoot corie, let’s twist to “investing oneself” telegram
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flavoring la dolce vita a’la marcello-self-audit program
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je jamais cease to marvel
the places and people He takes me to unravel
last nite this story to stumble
the depths of your heart to fumble and rumble

2 travelling angels stopped to spend the nite in home of a wealthy family
family was rude, “no way we let you stay in our mansion’s guestroom” reality
how about the small space in the cold basement?
as the angels made their bed on the hard floor, the older had a revelation moment
seeing a hole in the wall
repaired it without appall
the younger angel asked why
“things aren’t what they seem” was the reply wry

next nite the angel pair came to rest at the house of a very poor but hospitable farmer and wife
after sharing what little food they had, their bed to give the angels a good nite’s rest without strife
when the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears
their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field, one of dreaded fears

the younger angel was infuriated and asked the older how could u have let that happen?
the lst man had everything, yet u helped him by patching his earthly haven
the 2nd family had little but willing to share everything and u let the cow die
“things aren’t what they seem” was the reply wry

when we stayed in the basement of the mansion, ich noticed there was gold stored in that hole-in-the-wall
since the owner was so obsessed with greed, unwilling to share good fortune, yo sealed the wall so he couldn’t find d’or
then last nite as we slept in the farmer’s bed, the angel of death came for his wife
yo gave him the vaca instead, better his dear wife to be alive
“things aren’t what they seem” was the reply wry

i recall auditor joseph roussel’s french pearl contribution
“far from the eyes, far from the truth” rumination

yesterday is history
tomorrow is a mystery
today is a gift, life’s essence
that’s why it’s called the present

i keep a close watch on this heart of mine
i keep my eyes wide open all the time
i keep the ends out for the tie that bind
because i’m Yours, i walk the line

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Sat
21
Jul '07

rainbow connected

lend me your ears and i’ll sing u a song
and i’ll try not to sing out of key
i’ll get by with a little help from my throng

woke up this mornin’ feelin’ fine
there’s somethin’ special on my mind
last night i became a new girl in hr neighbourhood, whoa yeah
somethin’ tells me i’m into something good

goto http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1nRoOGwAvw&mode=related&search=d
to hear and see
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so kermit, i found the rainbow connection
with a little help from fellow travellers’ affection
cos’ all we need is love
and collusion from up above

si, antonio machado,
muy encantado
caminante, no hay camino
se hace camino al andar
que sera, sera

these boots are made for walking
life’s made by walking the talking

if u touch me
you’ll understand what happiness is
look a new day
has just began

day by day
oh dear Lord,
to catch Thy rainbow i pray

cos’…..
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somewhere over the rainbow
skies are blue
and the dreams that u dare to dream
really do come true
thanks to u and U

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Sat
2
Jun '07

of petals and people

just checked email and something triggered the pen
another inspiring moment to share and ripple
skated from steinback’s mice and men
to lucid lucado’s pond of petals and people

it sourced from today’s “thought for the day”
from revelation 21:4, every tear God will wipe away
no more death, sadness, crying or pain
fruitless earthly gain, all in vain

posing “what have u done today to avoid death?”
popped pills? pumped pecks?
passed on the pie? soothing baths to slow breath?
pursued polyunsaturates? feel good shopping to fill closet racks?

reminding us we are not made of steel but of dust
more like iron which gathers rust and bust

faith is about in our Creator blindly trust
born to die cycle to go through we must
along the way, choose to believe in Heaven’s crust
or choose divine’s “lust in the dust”

full fathom five, thy father lies

death’s knell will ring
hell or heaven to bring
while alive do the right thing
1 corinthians 15:55 o death where is thy sting?

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Fri
13
Apr '07

iraklion nemo – apr1

iraklion nemo

life is like a port
all kinds of boats to receive and court

life is like a boat
journeys to keep afloat

life is about the journey to destinations
that make up life’s exclamations

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Tue
13
Mar '07

las mañanitas

i feel the earth move under my feet
i feel the years come tumbling down
i feel my heart miss a beat
whenever fluff’s around

oh dearie, when i see your radiant face
mellow memories graze, never to erase
may you enjoy this special day
let your hair down and have it your way

estas son las mananitas
que cantaba el rey david
hoy por ser dia de tu santo
te las cantamos asi

despierta, mi bien, despierta!
mira que ya amanecio
que linda esta la manana en que vengo a saludarte

feliz cumpleanos pc
hope it was aeiou ritzy

Wed
7
Mar '07

honto ne

passing along real creative way
how to learn english in fun play
unfortunately link’s gone so can’t see what i mean
it sure was a creative way to keep u lean!

also gone is link to classic piece of beatlemania
budokan66 fantazia

so nothing stays permanent, nay
truly honte ne

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Mon
25
Dec '06

gloria in excelsis Deo

so this is Christ’s mass
and what have u done
another year over
flip the hourglass
and a new one just begun

’tis date set aside to celebrate hope
for a rope binding our Source and us to grope
for some, things come to focus to mope
for others, head to aruba to elope
for some, escape to a world of chosen dope
for others, consume and ski down debt slope
for some, ’tis time to deck out in fancy robe
for others, meditate for peace around the globe

lennon.jpg singing…..

and so this is christmas
for weak and for strong
for rich and the poor ones
the road is so long
and so happy christmas
for black and for white
for yellow and red ones
let’s stop all the fight
seek respite
bask in His light
live and give gloria in excelsis Deo might

to everything – discern, concern, turn
there is a season – burn, learn, churn
and a time for every purpose, under heaven

weihnachten is time for rejoicing
to celebrate life He enriched, a season of giving
a time to plant, a time to reap
a time to laugh, egg nog to sip, waistline to slip
friendships renewed and memories keep
a time to foster shalom deep

and so happy christmas
i hope u have fun
with near and dear ones
whether at home, under tuscany sun or on the run

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Sun
19
Nov '06

for peet’s sake

yesterday a latte break among lady friends
at peet’s coffee, we covered heart matters of various blends
interesting ecosystems of match.com and eharmony learnt
places to risk firing your heart or get rejected and burnt

recalling oliver pining
where….is love?
does it fall from skies above?
who can say where she may hide?
must i travel far and wide?
and nancy proclaiming as long as he needs me
as long as life is long..i’ll love him right or wrong
if you are lonely, then you will know
when someone needs you, you love them so
mingled with lennon’s when i find myself in trouble, mother mary comes to me
speaking words of wisdom, let it be

somehow my penchant for getting lost to find
food for thought, piece of mind
i love to go a-wandering
so join me now in my googling and yodeling

first hit led to “a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle”
coined by irina dunn, aussie educator-journalist-politician perusing a 19th century article
in 1970 for her english honors course
she stumbled across “a man needs God like a fish needs a bicycle”, a clause for pause
opportune to conspire a gloria steinheim women’s lib cause
and to graffiti perfect on two doors in the loo to moo
one at her sydney university and another at a wine bar in woolloomooloo
this homily migrated to the loo of university of wisconsin-madison
soon feminist t-shirts&posters “behind every great woman is a fish on a bicycle” jettison

which led me to a poetic jig
“a woman needs a man…” by michael leunig
a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle;
a man needs sushi when a woman is an icicle;
a man needs a car to zip across town
to order a tuna and gobble it down.
the tuna needs a car to be partially banned
and bicycles re-introduced to the land;
a person would need to be radically pushy
to pedal for miles in the rain for a sushi;
better to stay home with noodles for dinner;
the man and the tuna would both be the winner.
the world needs to get itself out of a pickle;
a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle.

which landed me peddling on “the fish and bicycle” page
compiled by john allen of “a woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle” rage
and soon to the fish guts cyberspace http://thisfish.ivillage.com/ i brake
celebrating single life-this fish needs a bicycle-if not comfort, at least entertainment’s sake

my cyber tour de france then took me to poet doreen fitzgerald
who in copyright 1993 herald
her version of “a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bike”
in the ester republic volume 4 number 2 march 2002 prose mike

a bicycle, that is one she can
pedal with both fins,
the ones that center
her scaled form,
which he likes, of course,
in his own crude way,
with his chain-linked feelings
and geared-down tongue.
you can move water
with a turning wheel,
once you get the balance right.

circling myself back to the trigger source of it all
which is “a man needs God like a fish needs a bicycle” withdrawal
took me to “a man without *God* is like a fish without a bicycle” on phrase finder forum
to yahoo.com socratic pig’s “is man without God like a fish without bicycle?” quorom
of various plausible responses you can cast your votes
here is a sampler of quotes:

with a touch of my rapping kiss
a man without God is….
“an atheist”, “like a fish without water”
“like a fish without gills” in the gutter
“like a pig without an oink”
“God is everything to the Christians, but to a pig, He means O, nothing”, boink

so in the grand finale what do u need, what do u sought?
do we need each other, do we need God?

ricky nelson croons,
no man is an island
and i need u, honest i do

and america swoons,
i need u like the flower needs the rain
u know i need u, guess i’ll start it all again
u know i need u like the winter needs the spring
u know i need u

engelbert humperdinck soared
on 1968 billboard
everyday i wake up, then i start to break up
lonely is a man without love, knowing that it’s cloudy above
everyday i start out, then i cry my heart out
lonely is a man without love

and percy sledge
when a man loves a woman
can’t keep his mind on nothing else
he’d trade the world for the good thing he’s found
percy’s pledge is indeed profound

what about when God loves man, the world around?
in john 3:16, hard-to-comprehend love is abound
for God so loved the world, He gave His only begotten Son
that whosoever believeth in Him, should not perish but have everlasting life
1 john 4:11-12 since God so loved us, we ought to love one another
if we love one another, God is in us and His love is made complete in us

heartburns and heartaches no longer to strive?
i’m pickin up good vibrations
He’s givin me excitations
ah my my what elation
ah my my what a sensation
i need Him like an abalone fisherman needs to seek and dive

Sat
21
Oct '06

casa zimbabwe

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second largest co-op at berkeley
housing over 120 as many
not a place of plenty
but works if u are zany
or want to save a pretty penny
and can live on scanty

assigned duties amazingly get done
a tribal community shaping my son
when it’s dinnertime, don’t get overrun
anarchy reigns as non-survivors get none

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last night was pan-asian flavor
grab ahead your plates, utensils, grey poupon plastic container
strategize or roll your dice
which table to swoop-in for that cauldron of soup, tempeh or pork slice
a 7-course meal, not bad to satisfy pangs
opportunity abounds to develop life skills and lab for behavioral fangs

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Sat
30
Sep '06

second cup brews

saw sim aka pure heart
good to see you get out of the rut
with each day you’ve sparkled more
as you emit pure heart energy from your core

the gusto you chomped those peeled grapes
french fries, fried rice, chocolate ice-cream intakes
asking questions and directions give
every word we savored to hear you live

ooh pure, pure heart
has made us laugh and weep
you tried life blips to impart
and went to restful sleep
ooh pure, pure heart we all dearly love you
thank you for the precious moments few

i got that peaceful, easy feeling
over my brew at second cup the eagles strain
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this voice in my ears pinging
it tells me i may never see you again

matthew 5:8 comfort sought
blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God

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Sat
9
Sep '06

from a distance

from a distance, it torments to watch your pain
let God comfort you, you did not live your life in vain

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if not for you, we couldn’t find the door
to the future now our present from before
couldn’t even see the floor
we’d be thrown askew
if not for you

if not for you
our sky would fall
rain would gather too
without your care
burdens to bear
we’d be lost
at great cost
if not for you

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from a distance, mother be in harmony bliss
let peace and rest reign for the time at hand
hear the voice of hope, hear the voice of peace
hear the voice of God of everyman

from a distance, we all have enough
you’ve done your part, you’ve farmed the seed
you did swell, no longer need to wrestle and be tough
no more hungry mouths to feed

God is watching us, God is watching us
God is watching us from a distance

it’s the hope of hopes, it’s the love of loves
this is a song from thine four births
be at peace mother
you did your best
now let us love you back and caress your rest

Fri
8
Sep '06

lunch obladi oblada

part I – aug 1, 2006
desmona had a job, now in the marketplace
gerry just celebrated 25 years of ibm pace
desmona says to gerry ain’t no time for him to quit
cos’ my hunt to be busy again ain’t complete

obladi, oblada, life with work must go on
chimes a haunt, there’s no need to be forlorn
jarring words, don’t let work define thy worth
while waiting for godot, might as well mirth to birth

desmona takes a break at hampton beach
once a year, sister pat and dad in ny to reach
soak in the sun and have some hoity-toity fun
sorry gerry, just me-and-pat has long begun

for 35 years they have built a home sweet home
now the girls have grown, where in life to roam?
desmona loves to design event dinnerware
listen to that inner fanfare, does she dare?

obladi, oblada
life with work must go on…
patati, patata
only once a life can be born

part II – sep 8, 2006
tgif let’s lunch at chef chu’s
see what fortune cookie we can choose
recounting highland inn and coming tiberon fun
charles schwab and soap opera on hp dunn

obladi oblada
life with work must go on
patati patata
we hope for a happy garden song

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Sun
13
Aug '06

turkish moonlight delight

merhaba! yokatta desu ka?
we are so thrilled to hear the arrival of ayla
omedeto yukiko, tebrikler hamza
last week to become proud mama and papa

it is written in heaven
under the skies of new haven
archaelogically engraven
fateful constantinople to beckon

i wonder, stevie with beethoven, sonata to solder
isn’t she lovely, a turkish delight
life and love are the same
precious ayla moonlight
how befitting a name

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Tue
1
Aug '06

lunch obladi oblada

desmona had a job, now in the marketplace
gerry just celebrated 25 years of IBM pace
desmona says to gerry ain’t no time for him to quit
cos’ my hunt to be busy again ain’t complete

obladi, oblada, life with work must go on
chimes a haunt, there’s no need to be forlorn
jarring words, don’t let work define thy worth
while waiting for godot, might as well mirth to birth

desmona takes a break at hampton beach
once a year, sister pat and dad in NY to reach
soak in the sun and have some hoity-toity fun
sorry gerry, just me-and-pat ritual has long begun

for 35 years they have built a home sweet home
now the girls grown, where in life to roam?
desmona loves to design event dinnerware
listen to that inner fanfare, does she dare?

obladi, oblada
life with work must go on….
patati, patata
only once a life can be born….

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Sun
30
Jul '06

bryan’s song

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welcome back, another life chapter to write
dc awaits you, full of promise so enjoy the ride
back in june 1974 before atlanta to embark
i wrote “s.o.s” to heaven to brave the uncertainty stark

help me, I’m caught in a whirpool of regrets
spliced and distorted, smashed upon the rocks
help me shoot off at a tangent
in good shape with renewed vigor
to carry on….

april 1978 in the library “book weaving” i logged
just before graduation to face another uncertainty block

here i am
in sterile flourescence
torturing my mental faculties
depriving my soul
of simple bliss
impossible to come by
schemes and dreams
in constant flux
going somewhere and nowhere
is it worth it?

fast forward july 30, 2006
i am here to tell you it is worth every bit
seek Him and ye shall find
you will never be in a bind