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?

recapitulating 2 back2back “retreats” time-off…

ac >>>> women’s retreat in asilomar, california
dc >>>> as in washington, dc

130. Sun 13 Apr ’08 blog entry that poofed

carmina sakura

chicago air blues written nov 28, 1974

snowed, slushy streets
the bus crawls
minutes fleet
gotta make it
a r.bannister feat
the very last minute

barely touching
the doors of the silver bird
she takes off to
another experience of…..

june 7, 1975

blasted, busted bag
oh heck
minutes crawl
gotta make it

thoughts spinning
over fear of contents spilling
fear of losing

silver bird waking
no, another hour
wrong,
two more hours

when will it end
when will it land
air blues persist
like a maglignant disease

fast forward to april 10-16, 2008 trip to dc transiting chicago…

windy city airport blues revived
another chasing planes experience survived
missed connecting flight to dca-reagan, airblues soar
divine hotline responded with last dc flight via baltimore

no more
will i transit thru chicago o’hare i swore
no more
feel the pain of running gate-to-gate for boarding pass to score

i close my eyes and clearly my heart remembers
my third o’hare flight plight could never put out the embers

finally by 4am friday our exhausted bodies to lay
it was quite a “bad-air” day
since things delayed in san jose

nevertheless the things we do to view sakura blossoms galore
after tummy filled with a&j taiwanese grub, off to tidal basin explore
dropped in dome-shaped rotunda memorial housing 19-foot bronze jefferson
the 7.5-acred fdr memorial with statues , quotes, waterfalls was a history lesson

the annual parade yesterday closed sakura matsuri with brash
checked out the old post office when rain pellets crash
fast food ain’t that fast nor good, so transit-railed back to alexandria
after rest-up, to thai duangrats to get our real food criteria

slept in late and helped out consumer struggling with turbotax
writing user-intuitive tax software is perplexing hex
debate was hot and lunch was not
so early 5:30pm dinner at todai was the first meal we got
tomorrow is tim’s big moment to dot
why we’re really here to celebrate freedom fought and bought

131. Mon 14 Apr ’08

mmm..mm good

m is for monday
d-day has come for tim, nation’s facts to ready-relay

m is for momentous milestone
within 30-minutes, tim passed test, citizenship shown

m is for m street
in georgetown for a magnificent lunch treat
oysters, clams, lump crabcakes, kobe burger and sirloin sliders
with j.paul’s draft specials and mango cheesecake gliders

m is for mailing tax filing extension
tim racing to buy time to give tax computation more attention

m is perfect excuse for malaysian marathon meal
at kopi-tiam with bryan, some precious moments to seal
fried koay-kak, lamb satay, lobak, oyster omelette, curry-roti chanai to whet appetite
then hor-fun, nasi lemak, sambal okra, sambal udang, assam laksa, curry mee to excite

all in all, oy-vey
what a mmm..mm food day

tomorrow’s highlight
official swearing delight

132. Tue 15 Apr ’08

stand up

the road was long
with many a winding wear and tear
today with him, we got there
finally tim can singalong the song

this land is your land
this land is my land
from california
to the new york island

evoking our own journeys to get to where he got
fellow americans from h-1 days to pr to citizenship to cherish and forget-them-not
who crossed the english channel 3 times with us back2back within 12 hours
who availed their backyard for our wedding amidst dog barks, family, friends and flowers

yea, lee greenwood, we thank our lucky stars,
to be livin here today.
‘cause the flag still stands for freedom,
and they can’t take that away.
and i gladly stand up,
next to you and defend her still today.
‘cause there ain’t no doubt i love this land,
God bless the usa.

the beauty of america is reflected in the diverse cuisine partook
to wrap up today, off to annandale korean nook
checked out sorak garden, it was unbelievable hankuk
spicy beef tripe casserole, kalbi, seafood pancake, panchan – our tastebuds to hook

just one look
that’s all it took
5 stars to the cook
sorak made it to our black book

congrats tim
to realize a dream

thanks for dc memories of museums, monuments and memorials
for mmm…mm virginia magic moments and letting us share your holy grails and tales

today marks tax filing deadline
“the hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax” says einstein
and it was benjamin franklin who said “nothing is certain but death and taxes:
but death isn’t annual”…the latter is unchangeable nexus

133. Thu 17 Apr ’08

homo conexus

well, stay with tim
meant entering his viewing beam
first, finally “300? movie watched
how spartan courage against persians lodged

then, eyed book “jewtopia”
highly recommended for hilarious hernia

then while waiting for taipan to fix brunch
july-aug 2006 mit alum’s “technology review” to munch

attention perked
when article on tom perkins of class53 lurked
who “learned everything i know about venture capital from dave”
while sprouting early years in hp cave
who considered packard “the ultimate entrepreneur”
now gained stellar fame from being a great learner

in 34 years, kpcb invested in 475 companies
spawning 90billion revenues and 275000 job economies
of which 167 funded went public
among which amazon, aol, netscapes, genentech and google clique

next, “homo conexus” article caught my eye
“dodgeball truth” unveiled ie web2.0 is meant for gen y
how derived?

writer james fallows experimented to strive
living a web2.0-only life
by shifting life activities on internet drive
using gmail,gcalendar,voo2do,writely,babel fish,pandora,zillow,dodgeball crush2survive
that’s how “dodgeball truth” to arrive

looking back at progress
in some ways we advanced, in other ways we regressed

trading off human touch
when u substitute with e-clutch crutch
so, have we moved much?

134. Sun 20 Apr ’08

eshet hayil

great scott
to atlanta for 30th classwomen’s reunion, i did not
instead to asilomar i trot

whisper directed my heartbeat
choose pbcc women’s retreat
leave mainstream, flow with asilomar offbeat
courage to take spiritual stock, to replenish and accede

theme was centered on “eshet hayil”

– a woman of valor
king solomon’s proverbs 31 in 22-verse hebrew acrostic manner
with speaker merilyn copland unveiling the wraps
of how eshet hayil dances with God, His lead in steps

she nobly struts
with guts
to rumba out of ruts
dips and all
how far u think u will fall
a function of how deep your relationship with Him and call

for eshet hayil fears the Lord and relates with Him
which in turn drives her relationship with others, exuding intensity of His gleam

shelagh and i at workshop with ears attending
gerontologist magriet aka blueberry listener revealing
the healing
of unpeeling
life review story-telling
and art of deep listening

to navigate next course
reflecting and connecting is living and leaving legacy sauce

and climactic annaliese
with her locks-of-love release
for when u have the Lord, there’s nothing to miss

He’s callin’ out around the world
are u ready for a brand new beat?

He’s always there and the time is right
for dancing in the street

oh it doesn’t matter what u wear
just as long your soul to bare

valori, swirl and twirl
ev’rywhere around the world

we”ll be dancing, dancing in the street
to a better place and Him meet

this entry is dedicated to my biweekly valory pbcc sisters….

we could have danced all night!
we could have danced all night!
and still have begged for more.
we could have spread our wings
and done a thousand things,
we’ve never done before.
we’ll never know what made it so exciting;
why all at once, our hearts took flight.

i only know when He
began to dance with me
i could have danced,
danced, danced all night!

114. Sat 12 Jan ’08

lala-lalala…hic

this week left tracks in plano texas
to understand the software business of taxes
then ventured to fredericksburg virginia nexus
after 2 inflight movie reveries, now ramrom reflexes

“jane austen book club” dives into 6 lives
male-female, straight-gay, sister-brother, father-mother, single-married and ex-wives
a good 21st century cross-section of looking for love in all the wrong places
resolving hurt through characters in 6 jane austen book braces

matters of the heart at heart of survial are timeless in nature
regardless which century, geography, society for it concerns the “need2love & be-loved” human creature
author karen fowler brilliantly weaves and connects her characters and themes with austen selections
something all of us can identify in our vulnerable conflicts and contentions

sense & sensibility, pride & prejudice starts off anthology
of themes recurring in mansfield park, emma, persuasion, northanger abbey
revolving around 6 characters at different dilemma alley

sylvia is devasted when her husband of 32 years left her for fleeting fling
jocelyn – sylvia’s best friend, a spinster fearing rejection focuses on dog-breeding
prudie, a young french teacher “avec mere, vraiment fou et non-communicatif mari” fills void with student encounter
60-something bernadette, married 6 times establishes book club to emma-matchmake one another
accident-prone allegra (sylvia’s lesbian daughter) quits her lover and replaces with tending doctor
lastly grigg, a middle-aged science fiction fan and computer whiz, is strangely unattached pride& prejudice vector

the next movie is rush hour 3
slanted slapstick “brotherly” love spree
between jackie chan aka inspector lee and kenji
americain bond between detective bro james carter, and cabdriver george, golly gee

me reflect
u make your own reality effect
happiness is the decision u make
right choices to take
at wrong turns, apply brake
to be loved, one must first love
to be served, one must first serve

forgive to mend rift
goodness to sift
gift begets gift
each other’s heart to lift
where do broken hearts go
can they find their way home
back to the open arms
of a love that’s waiting there
and if somebody loves u
won’t they always love u?

one supernatural being who never disappoints
once chosen walk-in-faith, His abounding love anoits

poet and novelist kahlil gibran insightfully penned
“we choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them”

this one’s for u krystal
thanks for driving this wandering minstrel

lovin’ u is easy cause you’re beautiful
makin’ d4D learnings with u is all i wanna do
lovin’ art of auditing is more than just a dream come true
and everything that i do is out of lovin’ u
la la la la la hic..la la la la la hic...
do do do do do
arg ah-ah-ah, minnie riperton screech
a memorable learn-teach?
heart and mind to reach
a-toi de-moi, le chic-hick georgia peach

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116. Mon 21 Jan ’08

deferred raisins

a movie buff i am not
video encounters are more meant-to-be attention caught
tv dial happened to rest on turner classics, poitier back2back run
my eyes glimpsed start of “a raisin in the sun”
the more the script unpeeled
the more i got reeled
so many bitter truths unveiled
modern parables, emotions evoked and flailed

the first play written for broadway by lorraine hansberry, a black woman
the first play with a black director lloyd richards on broadway, a turning-point moment
addressing so many issues important during the 1950s in the united states
the twists and turns of geico-adline “human beings behaving human” fates

drawn from her own life experiences
growing up in chicago southside at height of nation grappling issues on races
prominent themes of being held captive to dreams deferred
title of play from black poet-novelist-activist langston hughes’ “harlem” referred

covering the whole gamut loot
tensions of darwin selectivity of aryan snow vs black soot
disappointments limiting if one chooses to be blind coot
a mother’s love and foresight, her game changing courage is worthwhile to hoot
acceptance and rejection, humans2humans
be meek or greek, to aimlessly roam or be conquering romans
influences to be or not-to-be, to peck or be pecked
hopes dashed, haves vs have-nots vs to-be-had
to succumb, courage to breakaway, to rise above bad

hansberry’s drama asks difficult questions about assimilation and identity
do i celebrate my heritage or integrate or totally bury
to marry and be swept away to romantic roots or doctor be
to abort to combat repeating history of trapped poverty

too good2betrue quick solutions to situations
usually lengthen journey to desired destinations
if u let materialistic love supercede things that deeply do matter
like civility and ties u can count on and uplifting family harmonic weather

homage paid on this civil rights day
yesterday, “sanctity of life” had its say

langston hughes’ poems and essays celebrate black culture, creativity, and strong contention
“harlem” written in 1951 captures the tension
of the need for black expression
against backdrop of oppression
a timebomb of dehumanized suppression
leading to consequent explosion
quips hughes:

what happens to a dream deferred?
does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
or fester like a sore
and then run?
does it stink like rotten meat?
or crust and sugar over
like a syrupy sweet?
maybe it just sags
like a heavy load

or does it explode?

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124. Thu 13 Mar ’08

shadowlands

past tuesday evening, watched a movie on life of cs lewis
the shadows that lurked in him brought to bear, life’s convoluted twist
the searing pain of watching cancer eat your lover and love
the testing of one’s faith dips into treacherous emotional cove
that cast the character of his flowing pen
his many prolific writings and poetic zen

contrast to eliot spitzer’s shadows brought to light
like many others gone before him, self-brought-on plight
the double lives, and many masks
pride goes before a fall, from proverbs 16:19 husk

and yea, shakespeare, thou speakest mortal truth
from “as you like it” booth

“all the world’s a stage
and all the men and women merely players
they have their exits and their entrances…”

and then, in the shadowy recesses of my mind…

the shadow of your smile
when you have gone
will color all my dreams
and light the dawn

now when i remember spring
all the joy that love can bring
i will be remembering
the shadow of your smile

all the mind’s an imagery play
which shadow will u slay?
which will u keep at bay?
which will u replay?

till we etherize and no more shadow cast
to where doth the soul blast?
what faith would u astral entrust?

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126. Sat 29 Mar ’08

zoya booya

today’s accidental marble quirk
5-parts into 1 continuous reel on dish network
an induction
to a danielle steel’s production

about zoya, a russian countess escaping 1917 revolution
about her hardships, struggles and re-invention

in making a new life for herself and children in america
about healing with rebellious daughter sasha
who died in coma but a chance revived
grandma zoya regained raising sasha’s daughter zoey survived

with a memorable closing line, finally zoey payoff from invested sasha cost
“time is very kind to us…it gives us back the time we lost”

so lost was i that i didn’t hear lunch call
to paradise lost i fall

to regain my sanity
i invoked ramrom sanctity

birthed this refrain
milton’s paradise lost and regained

ideal deal
no need to cook to hunger fill
ingrates, do all this for them, still
they don’t know it’s such a steal
wait till
i send them a bill
for slaving over stove to fix meal

to not have to yell for affection
was my intention
is it too much to get your attention
yet instead i got tension

picture heaven or will it be hell
when there’s no need to yell
when there’s no one to tell
what use is dinner bell

cos’ no one’s home for dinner
hey, good way to get thinner
what good to be a winner

for all alone, kitchen is dimmer
be careful what u wish ringer  

ideal deal
my lips to seal
for ideal
to be real
hurt to deal
fluster to reel
not to kill

need to heal
for next meal

until i keel
numbed forever to feel

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128. Sun 6 Apr ’08

no fooling

no fooling we’re into month of april
yea, chaucer’s “aprill with his shoures soote
the droghte of march hath perced to the roote,
and bathed evry veyne in swich licour
of which vertu engendred is the flour”

though spring has sprung
a cold nip still lingers in my lung
pbcc andy drake continues with james’ fiery tongue
live wisely in troubled times, the message rung

but what lingered more
is andy’s reference to 1 timothy, chapter 6, verses 6&7 hitting the core
about “contentment is great gain”
“for we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it”
so other than living for Him, all will be in vain

watching movie 7th sign as i scribe this homily
how apropos, about Jesus’ return to earth in the year 1989 to judge humanity
with actress demi moore as abby
hanging on to her dear life and her baby
linking back to andy’s sermon about “living wisely in light of the Lord’s coming”

pat boone crooning #1 1957 movie theme hit “april love”
today’s song from from ramrom cove

“sometimes an april day will suddenly bring showers
rain to grow the flowers for her first bouquet
but april love can slip right through your fingers
so if she’s the one, don’t let her run away”

leading me to just a letter capitalization morphing of del shannon’s refrain…

i’m a-walkin’ in the rain,
tears are fallin’ and i feel the pain,
wishin’ You were here by me,
to end this misery
and i wonder–
i wah-wah-wah-wah-wonder,
why,
why, why, why, why, why she ran away,
my little runaway,
run, run, run, run, runaway.

so “contentment is gain” indeed is moral of the play

wordpress burped big time to my dismay
humbling reminder of here today
gone tomorrow
so, now to recreate joy from horror

blog entries lost from november2007 through last april2008 entry
wordpress cleared 6 months worth of my rapping pantry

104. Mon 5 Nov ’07

the rest of the story

sep 27 “vertigo” entry elucidated the Lord’s prayer in matthew6
last friday, ron mehl shed light on nehemiah9, the longest prayer fix
focussing the soul to praise His goodness and mercy great
in all 38 verses, how we should medidate and Him relate

just then i came across commentator paul harvey’s prayer reflecting secular incline
aired on his radio show, with “the rest of the story” tagline
here goes his wry wit
tempered with [my rhyming bit]

Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance
we know Your Word says, “woe to those who call evil good,” but that is exactly what we have done [with abundance]

we have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values
we have exploited the poor and called it the lottery [dues]

we have rewarded laziness and called it welfare
we have killed our unborn and called it choice [to bear]

we have shot abortionists and called it justifiable [steam]
we have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self-esteem

we have abused power and called it politics
we have coveted our neighbor’s possessions and called it ambition [kicks]

we have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression
we have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment [regression]

search us, o God, and know our hearts today
[let truths reign and please amend our way]
cleanse us from every sin [as fallen men]
and set us free, Amen!

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105. Sun 25 Nov ’07
pajaro rentrée

week ago i implored for a heavenly decree
to banish cough tickles and muscle pains, i wanna be free
like the surf scoters flying by me
like the foamy waves out on the pacific sea

it was precisely what was needed
a weekend salt-cleansing respite, my pleas heeded

rejuvenation at pajaro dunes, thanks to fine-feathered hitchcocks
a renaissance event that fed the soul and detox
celebrating kinship, goodness poured, surf&turf rocks
knocking off socks

pajaro dunes was perfect fest
to nest and rest
ride the crest

rentree to IA flock of geese
to bask in v-uplift much missed

this thanksgiving
is indeed special inning
for reflective gleaning

did you ever know that He’s my Hero
and everything i would like to be
i can fly higher than an eagle
for He is the wind beneath my wings

my sweet Lord
i really got to see U
really got to be with U
really got to know U