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May '08

carrot-egg-coffee meraki

meraki – newly acquired of arabic and greek origin
comes in handy to play today’s poetry gin
means doing something with soul, creativity or love
fits this composition like a glove

some e-stories keep circulating again and again
this one is taunting me to park it in ramrom lane

so biting bait of this rapping clay
afterall, a 3-day memorial day weekend means marbles to play
after reading this, u may never look again at a cup of coffee the same way

a young woman went to her mother and told her about her life
and how things were so hard for her, o why all this strife
dunno if she was gonna make it, just wanna give up and depress drive

i am tired of fighting and struggling
as one problem gets solved, another bad moon arising

“come to the kitchen” mama said to help her out of the mire
she filled 3 pots with water and set them to boil on high fire
then she placed into the water carrots, eggs and ground coffee beans in that order
she let them sit and boil, without saying a word, without any bother

in 20 minutes, she turned off the burner
– dished out the carrots and placed them in a bowl
– pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl
– ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl
“tell me what u see” she asked, turning to her daughter

why, ‘carrots, eggs and coffee,’ she replied
“come closer, feel the carrots” mama plied
‘hmm, kinda soft’ said daughter, wondering what’s being implied

“take an egg and break it” mama toyed her to toil
she proceeded to shell the egg and noted it’s solid hard-boiled

finally, mama asked daughter to sip the coffee
wow such rich aroma and taste -‘what does it mean, mother?’ she pled with glee

mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity
boiling water with same intensity
yet different outcomes as each reacted differently

“think of this: which am i?”, an epiphany to spawn

the carrot went in water strong, hard and unrelenting
however, after being subjected to boiling water, it softened and became weak without crunchzing
the egg had been fragile with thin outer shell protecting liquid interior
but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside hardened, harder than its shell exterior
the ground coffee beans were unique, however
after they were in the boiling water, they transformed the taste of the water

“which are u?” mama asked, revelation to spawn
“when adversity knocks on your door, how do u respond?”
“are u a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean, which to pawn?”

am i the carrot that seems strong with carotene brawn?
but with pain and adversity, do i wilt, become soft and lose my strength and be withdrawn?

or am i the egg that starts with a malleable heart but changes with heat?
did i have a fluid spirit beat
or do i after a death, a breakup, a trial or financial hardship,
become hardened, stiff with negative nip?
does my outer shell look the same, but on the inside, deep and dark
am i bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart hark?

or am i like the coffee bean plain?
the bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain
when the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor
if u are like the bean, you’d endeavor
when things are at their worst, it’s the cue
to get better and change the situation around u

when the hour is the darkest and trials are at their greatest bevel,
do u elevate yourself to another level?
how do u handle adversity?
are u a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean thirsty?

recalling earlier “i wish u enough” ramrom treat
may u have enough happiness to make u sweet,
enough trials to make u strong,
enough sorrow to keep u human kong
enough hope to make u happy life long

the e-story goes on to close
the happiest of people don’t have the best of everything, they just make the most
of everything that comes along their way
the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past clay
u can’t go forward in life until past failures and heartaches to let go and slay

when u were born, u were crying and everyone around u was smiling
so my friend
live your life so at the end
you’re the one who is smiling and everyone around u is crying

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

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
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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May '08

wow to mama pow

just returned from annual powwow at stanford
our second for the record

however this time around as i view the native indians prance, i simply marvel and appreciate the fact
it is because of mothers, the human race is kept alive to carry on generations intact

so this entry dedicated to all mothers
for without our exquisite divine design, there be no further mothers, brothers, sisters and fathers
thanks to lm, cyberspace “invisible mother” served ripe material for ramrom foray
here’s to all mamas out there, a happy mother’s day!

it all began to make sense
the lack of response, the blank looks dense
the way one of the kids will walk into the room while i’m on the phone
and ask to be taken to the store or potty throne
inside i’m thinking, ‘can’t u see i’m on the phone, my darling drone’

obviously not
what have i got?

no one can see if i’m on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor
or even standing on my head in the corner or by the door
no one can see me at all
i’m invisible… the invisible mom at beck of call

some days i am only a pair of hands, nothing more
can you fix this? can you tie this? can you open this?, what’s cooking, what’s in store
some days i’m not a pair of hands
i’m not even a human being as the whole world descends
upon me it depends

i’m a clock to ask, ‘what time is it?’
i’m a satellite guide to answer ‘what number is the disney channel?’ on remote to hit
i’m a car to order, ‘right around 5:30, please, and by the way can u bring the mitt’

i was certain that these were the hands that once held books
and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude with savvy looks
but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again
she’s going, she’s going, she’s gone insane!

one night, a group of us was having dinner
celebrating janice’s return from england, a fabulous trip winner
she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in
i was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well and sharp as a pin

it was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself
i was feeling pretty pathetic, a pity-party about to delve
when unexpectedly, janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package
‘i brought you this…’ it was a book on the great cathedrals of europe to rummage

i wasn’t exactly sure why she’d given it to me until I read her inscription:
‘to charlotte, with admiration
for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees’ incantation

in the days ahead i would read – no, devour – the book
and i would discover what would become for me, life-changing truths to hook

no one can say who built the great cathedrals – we have no record of their names
these builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished nor its gains
they made great sacrifices and expected no credit nor fame flames
for the passion of their building
was fueled by their faith that God’s eyes saw everything

a legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built
he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam with caring lilt
he was puzzled and asked the man, ‘why are u spending so much time in the groove
carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof?

no one will ever see it, why bother?’
‘ah, but because God sees’ was the workman’s gentle utter

i closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place
it was almost as if i heard God whispering to me with grace
‘I see you, charlotte. I see the sacrifices u make every day even when no one around u does
all u do tirelessly without fuss

for no act of kindness you’ve done, no sequin you’ve sewn on,
no cupcake you’ve baked, is too small for Me to notice and a smile don
cos’ u are building a great cathedral but u can’t see right now what it will become or be born.’

at times, my invisibility feels like an affliction
but it is not a disease that is erasing my life, so avoid that addiction
rather, it is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness infliction
it is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride condition

i keep the right perspective when i see myself as a great builder
as one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished asunder
to work on something that their name will never be on any boulder

the writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime
because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree and submit to such grime

then it hit
when i really think about it…

i don’t want my son to tell the friend he’s bringing home from college for thanksgiving,
‘my mom gets up at 4 in the morning
and bakes homemade pies, and hand bastes the turkey for 3 hours without moaning
and presses all the table linens a-glowing’

for that would mean i’d built a shrine or a monument to myself bear
i just want him to want to come home, each other to enjoy and care
and if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, ‘you’re gonna love it there’

as mothers, we are building great cathedrals u see
we cannot be seen if we’re doing it right or what we’re building could or would be

and one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel
not only at what we have built, whether wood or marble

so on mother’s day
our hearts to sway
appreciate, reflect and marvel at the beauty that has been added to the world
by the sacrifices of invisible women, young and old

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May '08

annual crossings renewal

intuitive dec12 christmas potluck dedication…

106. Wed 12 Dec ’07

12-12-12 ways of christmas

1 let’s pause to reflect
2 what Christmas is about intact
3 God’s greatest gift of all – Jesus who came to die on the Cross so we can live
4 a free gift of salvation, love, and hope, why is it so hard for us to receive?

5 Christmas is the time to celebrate peace and joy
6 to remind ourselves, futile human strength no longer need deploy
7 for our God supplies our every need
8 protection from evil, sins and sorrows to rid
9 all we have to do is walk close to Him and His voice heed

10 bless intuit and thank you for this time of fellowship
11 bless the nourishment we are about to receive and drinks to sip
12 thank you for Your love that binds us, to serve each other for Thy glory
1 afterall – isn’t this the Christmas story?

2 draw us closer together through this coming year
3 help ICF be a body of Christ strong, filled with good cheer
4 for the work of Christmas begins everyday
5 to find the lost, hearts gone astray

6 to heal those broken in spirit, to feed the hungry
7 to be a balm instead of being anxious and angry
8 to restore hope, to delight each other
9 to make joyful music, to lean on Your rudder

10 we pray we continue to radiate the Light of Christ every day
11 in every way, in all that we do and in all that we say
12 all these things we seek&pray closing with adapted romans 12 from apostle paul
– a blessed christmas to one and all

1 be not conformed to this world but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind
2 as we have many members in one body, all members have not the same office we find
3 having gifts differing according to the grace that is given to us
4 whether prophecy, or ministry, or teaching or exhortation immerse
5 or he that giveth, he that ruleth, he that sheweth mercy with cheerfulness
6 abhor that which is evil; cleave to that which is good
7 be kindly affectioned one to another in brotherly love mood
8 not slothful in business and fervent in spirit serving the Lord
9 rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation; continuous prayer to God
10 bless them which persecute you, curse not, be not wise in your own conceits
11 provide things honest, live peaceably with all men, turn away deceits
12 avenge not but overcome evil with good you got

on the 12th day of christmas
my 1-and-only True Love gave to me

a Patriarch to set me free

Sun 23 Dec ’07

as simple as 1:23

yesterday max lucado pinged my inspiration tree
his simple message drawn from matthew 1:23

…and they shall call His name Immanuel”
a virgin birth in a manger, yes a barn, nothing swell

“immanu” means “with us” in hebrew, as it did 2000 years ago
“el” refers to Elohim, or “God” aglow
put them together, Jesus aka Immanuel means “God with us” now we know

not an “above us” God nor a “somewhere-in-the-neighborhood” goddess
He came as the “with us God” descending to earthly poverty to give us His richness
combine lucado with ung’s berita bethel rumination 143, 2 corinthians 8:9 to reveal
“..for your sakes He became poor, that ye through His poverty might be rich” deal

not “God with the rich” or “God with the religious”
but God with us – all of us
russians, germans, buddhists, bedouins, truck drivers, ceo’s, and librarians – God with us

red or yellow, black and white
we are all loved and precious in His sight

the fallen angel satan is with us too
your soul 24×7 to woo..
you’re free to choose who

no can 2 masters serve
God is binary; no in-between turf
u certainly have the choice
to voice
preference-4-earthly toys
toils and spoils
chocolate-covered boils

methinks, if u believe in God, u can’t reject Immanuel
if u walk with God, u can’t reject His Holy Spirit in your heart dwell
for they are all but one Holy Trinity well

in italy, the children write letters not to santa but to their earthly parents
to tell them how much they love them cadence
the letter is normally placed under the father’s plate and read
after the christmas eve dinner has been had

the birth of Christ is God’s letter to mankind
to give hope, a simple invite to taste His love divine
so simply great but hard to comprehend
came to live with us and die for us so we be with Him in earthly-n-heavenly pen

recalling german 101 rhyme
eins, zwei, drei
du bist frei…

111. Mon 24 Dec ’07


the rhyming gene runs in the family
me bro chuck chuckles along with me
here goes the christmas-in-novato jingle
our poetic spirits to co-mingle

to every season, everyone harken
there is a time to feast on turducken
and [yester]day was such a time
marking end of chuck’s and beginning of rom-rhyme

our turducken was made by chef gaik
opening up turkey, its bones to rake
deboned duck and chicken layers sit on turkey layer cake
stitch them together to turkey whole make to bake

matt and krissy shelled dungeness crabs
for a delish bisque to slurp up for grabs
adding to veggies, mashed potatoes, matt created creamed spinach
for dessert, gaik’s trifle with blueberries & persimmons was a rage

a joyous time to be had by all
reunited with bryan from east to west coast call
4 cal bears gathered at novato dining hall
it is certainly a charming christmas clan ball

112. Tue 25 Dec ’07

4 weddings, a funeral & christmas

a christmas thought came my way
deserving of sharing, so on my ram-rom wall display
dedicated to j3:16, someone dear
his christmas reflection so profoundly clear

over the course of the last 2 weeks
a wedding, a funeral, retirement parties mix
with notices of other “close ones” demise
saying goodbyes to miss

these events made him ask
an epiphany “to-launch-the-future-right” task
why does it always take a death, wedding or some dramatic event
for people to connect and talk with each other with thoughtful scent?

why do we wait
until it’s too late
to express what others meant to us
why do people not take the time to converse
to express a simple “thank u” for favors or insights received
directly or indirectly conceived?

he ponders further, why not strive
to focus on what truly matters in life?
to live in the moment and appreciate those
who’s part of one’s journey, a simple toast of thanks to close

passing his challenge, what’s the meaning of it all
time2pause for resolutions to enthrall

zig ziglar quoted that your attitude,
not your aptitude,
determines your altitude.

and poets have the latitude
to end with unknown platitude
indeed “gratitude
is the best attittude”

wishing all an appreciated christmas with matthew beautitudes

– blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven
– blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be in comfort tavern
– blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth
– blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be in satisfied turf
– blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy
– blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall God see
– blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God
– blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for the heavenly kingdom is their lot

113. Tue 1 Jan ’08

so ferry ‘cross the mersey

life goes on day after day
so while the sun shines, make hay
so 2007 crossed to 2008
what’s in store, what to anticipate?

what if $86400 is deposited in thy account at start of each day
that is $1 for each second of a 24-hour life play
the catch is whatever is “unspent” at end of day goes away
what hogmanay gifts, or will it be invested in decay?

so Fairy, have mercy
safely take me where is “there”
meanwhile here i’ll stay
day by day
oh dear Lord, these things i bray

for some lad
so sad, so sad
sometimes she feels so sad
alone in her apartment she’d dwell
till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell

it’s just another day

but – hang on there is hope, a better way
put on new lens henceforth this new year’s day

it doesn’t have to be this way
let Him show u a better play
no mountains too high, for u to climb
all u have to do, is have some climbing faith sublime
no rivers too wide, for u to make it across
all u have to do, is believe it when u pray to the Boss

He’ll be your cloud up in the sky
He’ll be your shoulder when u cry
He’ll hear your voices when u call
He’s your Angel

and when all hope is gone, He’s here
no matter how far u are, He’s near
it makes no difference who u are, to Him you’re dear

and when it’s time to face the storm
He’ll be right by your side
Grace will keep us safe and warm
and i know we will survive

and just when it seems as if your end is drawing near
don’t you dare give up the fight
just put your trust beyond the sky…
He’s your Angel
if u let Him, He’ll be your Angel

morning has broken, like the first morning
blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
praise for the singing, praise for the morning
praise for the springing fresh from the Word

mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
born of the One Light, eden saw play
praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day

114. Sat 5 Jan ’08

bacio divino

gushing into the new year
cleansing start in bay area
since yesterday’s stormy weather
havoc all over, helter skelter

17 and 101 closures meant eric declining
a nice hadji meal already prepared awaiting
we gained from eric’s loss, divine dining
so u see, rain clouds have a silver lining

taipan just crossed speed limit age
tirrell-hitchcock “norman” outpourings helped turn the page
bacio divino and chardotto port flowed in their nook
bushwhacking started with a batmanglij persian cookbook
followed with personalized dragon-etched martini glass
with a set of 6 silver picks to spear olives with class

listen to the pouring rain, listen to it pour
and with every drop of rain, u know we love taipan more
let it rain all night long
let love flame lalo many years strong
as long as we’re having fun together
who cares about the weather?

listen to the falling rain
listen to it fall
and with every drop of rain
taipan hears us call
call his name right out loud
he can hear above the clouds
and we’re here among the puddles
partaking in bacio divino huddles

it’s raining
it’s pouring
lalo will be snoring
sleeping like a babe thru the morning

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May '08

marbles spent

119. Sun 17 Feb ’08

losing marbles

jk’s turn to be down and out
came back last thursday for dad’s getafix potion2combat flu bout
’tis nice to family recover together over the weekend
the sun rays and pho quyen lunch-out together to intake

i love each day granted and cherish the weekend days to recharge and unwind
just read a story about someone counting number of saturdays left to enjoy and recline
he was 55 and assuming an average lifespan of 75, he computed about 1000 saturdays left to pine
he gathered 1000 marbles in a jar, decrementing a marble each saturday spent as he marched with time
things came sharply in focus doing this exercise
yes, literally losing your marbles in order for life’s priorities to precise

got me thinking, it doesn’t matter what age i am at
but let’s say i have 1000 saturday marbles left to play and possibly gain back a few depending on how i bet
when the last marble is gone, i’m gone with the wind, returning to sand
no scarlett, tomorrow’s no longer another day to give a damn
no more rom to ram

so how did i this past saturday spend?
jk taught me a game called portals which created in me more harass than fun caress to blend
tried to freefile jk’s taxes to find out this year he disqualifies because he entered world of stock investment
ok even-steven – i learn portals; in return u learn to deal with uncle sam and turbotax online enlightenment

dad lost his marble reviving french with rosetta stone son downloaded
since we talked about a family trip to france this summer long overdue and goaded

i lost my marble, playing hokkien rap songs that sally got me that finally we received via bryan in the mail yesterday
but gained a marble back when haircutter ngee complimented that she looks to us to model moulding her daughter’s clay

who will buy this wonderful feeling
i’m so high i swear i could fly
me oh my, i don’t want to lose it
so what am i to do to keep this sky so blue
there must be someone who will buy

my dickens, georgygirl cg – do u remember i sang this lionel bart’s oliver refrain in the play mrs chan wrote
with me as character “deafy” – that was one fun concert marble we lost to keep our studies afloat

yes, with each saturday completed
i lose some marbles and gained some on other days until depleted

saturday in the park
u’d think it was the 4th of july
people talking, really smiling
ramrom playing guitar
singing for us all
will u help her change the world
can u dig it, yes, i can
and i’ve been waiting such a long time
for today

thanks ngee..
u taught us loyalty
people reaching, people touching
a real celebration


124. Sun 9 Mar ’08

von manherz und mein herz

today marks daylight saving
maintenant dans le jardin avec le soleil, ramrom sowing
almost late for worship today
to pbc in paly alley instead of cupertino to sway

whoops, found out we’re 15 minutes early
so popped in to tiny library
gems awaiting me, i declare
4 books synchronistically demanded my stare

first caught my eye is charles stanley’s handbook for divine living
he who baptized me 29 years ago, my attention beckoning
letter “s” sits next to charles swindoll
his book “dropping your guard” seems to call
so into my hand these 2 books fall

so moved to table to honor code check-out
2 more books lying on table caught my eye, hmm, what about?
first “poems” by c.s.lewis, what a find
thought he only wrote essays, prose and such kind

then another plain nondescript thin book leaped at me
entitled simply “poems from the heart” by rev. c.edgar manherz, my heart harkened to that plea
no copyright, no publisher, no library of congress cataloging
simply a preface with “love from the heart”, a collection of his poems by popular demand circulating

manherz was born in waynesboro, pennsylvannia
an ordained methodist minister for 62 years sheer
“expressing thoughts with words that rhyme seemed to be a natural talent” and hobby
the book was written not to make money, “but rather to share pleasure with others”, and certainly me

and here i reproduce some on ramrom, von manherz via mein herz to thee
i doubt, u can find this in circulation anymore, from sea to shining sea
when i am done with it, u can find it in library at palo alto pbc!

here goes reverend edgar manherz‘ song
i don’t know where u are now edgar
this much i know, to God we belong…

“poems from the heart”
poems from the heart are sincere and true
bringing messages to me and to you
they spring from the deep longings in the heart
for it is there they germinate and get their start.
they keep swelling up in our innermost being
revealing clearly how we are feeling.
our yearnings, our hopes and our dreams
keep flowing forth like mountain streams.
messages from the simple events of life
love, joy, wonder, hatred and strife,
messages from nature and the wonders of God
from ordinary people – tillers of the sod.
they keep growing and growing these yearnings of the soul
until we at last find God, life’s ultimate goal.
they may help you find the purpose of life
and lead you to God and eternal life.
so, as you read this book of poems through,
may they bring pleasure and comfort to you.

“birth of a poem”
in my life at certain times,
thing i want to say come out in rhymes.
this is a talent God gave to me
so to Him goes the praise, as it ought to be.
He gives me a thought and i search my mind
to express that thought with words that rhyme.
in a little while a poem is written
explaining the thought that God has given.
so, i’ll thank and praise Him every day
and in my life let Him hold sway.

thus inspired today is ramrom and manherz co-mingled written
Lord thank U for today’s blessing, my heart is smitten

i feel less abbie-normal to understand what’s flowing in my vein
pray that it’s not vain of me, but hope ramrom is not in vain
to share on internet such love refrains, or should i refrain?

today’s pbc sermon is on sabbath rest designed by the Lord
how befitting, psalm 46:10 “be still and know that I am God”

if u like some more of manherz and ramromherz
why, leave a comment to draw out more heart spurts


107. Sun 16 Dec ’07

legally bound

ah sabbath’s supposed to be day of rest
stack of signed refi loan papers beckoning eyes to test
decided to follow jewish sabbath so rested yesterday instead
just plowed thru some 125 paper docs, man what a headache!

nathaniel hawthorne is bright – easy reading requires damned hard writing
hmm, we should make lawyers make their honest living
not by deploying copious legalese to keep all in the foodchain afloat
i for one, plain simple english doth gloat

all i want is a low interest rate loan
far away from a negative amortized home
with one enormous trusting glare
a 1-page contract snare

……ah, wouldn’t it be loverly?

lots of terms to digest and read
lots of signing my life away, making lots of heed
my dream wish – no more mortgage feed
ah, wouldn’t it be loverly?

next week more papers to john henry
all 5-year arm’s came to roost, rates start jumping if not fixed in a hurry

reminding us it’s been 5 years since we returned to bay area fold
yes, time marches on – how in silicon valley to economically grow old?


108. Mon 17 Dec ’07


1 guy outnumbered by 4 gals lunch to munch
can be delightful with interesting story crunch
that’s what happened today with the 5-some bunch
how wild the conversation could run, the guy had no hunch!

we covered 8-hr newark airport blues to lost ring after wedding bells
and hubby’s ring flying off during bus ride, creating search pell mells
best of all shared is d4D shopping experience with personal shopper free
to the rescue at plano nordstrom just days before bearing mrs. degree

we aim to please – how about 36d to curve with lavendar wedding attire
how about “spank” to hold back that spare tire
she tried it on, it felt awful so was smart not to acquire
let it all hang out vs big time agonizing quagmire

so in future, u know the lunch party to hang out with
taboo-topics with guys? – we’ve certainly busted that myth
may not be breakfast at tiffany’s but lunch-with-us at cafe eleven
can have u in stitches and in 7th heaven

rom river, wider than a mile
we’re crossin’ u in style everyday
oh spinmaker, u blues-breaker
wherever u’re ramin’, i’m romin’ your way

us drifters, off to chat about the world
there’s such a lot of world to twirl

we’re after the same rainbow’s end
waitin’ round the bend
my chuckleberry friend
rom river and me


117. Fri 1 Feb ’08

let it rip

interesting exercise at network event last night
what some would do without hesitation with might
while others defer with apprehensive fright
get a $1 bill please, place on table
meanwhile detour with other q&a prattle

ah yes, come back to the dollar, the spirit spree
i want u to rip it into 2, at count of 3
half the audience did it, rest held back
next, so why-did-u-do-or-not-do-it nut to crack

doers felt nothing to lose for next exciting unveiling
some followed instruction in hopes of reward returning?
i didn’t dare tear
for francine’s dollar ain’t mine, so best impulse impair
some pondered the non-sense of it all
while others let their mere dollar fall
without appall

whatever u discern
it boils down to an “acting out of belief and value system” concern
your reality is the only reality
nothing else matters till u let someone define for u, matter of connected affinity

what’s next, to be or not to be?
yearning follow-up feedback from u to me
should i let rap rip?
what else is hip?
what tango step to dip?
continue blogging, your soul to nip?
should i whole dollar keep?

the minute u walked in the joint,
i could see u were a gal of distinction,
a real big spender,
good looking, so refined
say, wouldn’t u like to know
what’s going on in my mind?

hey big spender
spend a little dime on me


118. Thu 14 Feb ’08


last week feb 7 marks new lunar year
a new 12-year animal horoscope cycle in the rat to cheer
leaving the pig behind in the rear
i was sick as a dog, now out of woods clear
so the blog ink is ready to smear

but rats, what to squeak about
i am a ram of east and west with no clout
no one to receive what i care to share
what’s the point of roms to bare
cheesy ratatouille best frozen like a rat in a snare
go through customs with nothing to declare

wait, today cupid’s arrows dart
but why do we need valentine to awake the heart
‘cos i don’t care too much for money, honey dove
money can’t buy me love

hickory dickory dock
quick get that sparkling rock
time’s running out, tick-tock
to induce love shock

there’s nothing you can do that can’t be done
nothing you can sing that can’t be sung
nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
rats, it’s easy to make narcissistic claim

all u need is luv
all u need is luv
all u need is love, luv
love is all u need

He loves u yea yea yea
He loves u yea yea yea
and with a love like that
u know u should be glad


125. Sun 23 Mar ’08


what actually is time?
for how mortals mark time determines how mortal age climb
light years or lunar years, it’s all relative says einstein

if per gregorian calendar, today is easter
first sunday after 14 days following vernal equinox with ecclesiastical moon in full blister
in france, pâques is also a “faire-du-pont” vacation whisper
in philippines, “pasko ng muling pagkabuhay” is joyous “salubong” mother-son reunion pleaser

but per julian “eastern” calendar, u have to wait till april 27 for paschal lambs to glister

regardless when time marks easter, it is its significance that matters
Christ’s resurrection is what differentiates the faith for its believers

for He represents where “time” comes from
and when our earthly time ends, eternity with Him begins aplomb

as matthew 28:6 records – “He is not here: for He is risen as He said.
come, see the place where the Lord lay.”
sparking this 1971 william j. gaither’s timeless treasure hymn jay

because He lives, i can face tomorrow,
because He lives, all fear is gone;
because i know He holds the future,
and life is worth the living,
just because He lives!


127. Sun 30 Mar ’08

habanero tobiko

taipan chef is usually on strike starting friday night
so to restaurants we head to get a bite

two cuisine themes dominate this weekend
friday evening was persian deezi in campbell bend
saturday we dined at iranian house of kabobs in mt view land

sushimaru in milpitas served us sunday lunch
dinner will be at paly alley fukisushi, where ya-ya sisters munch

discoveries of all sorts abound
first, sushimaru intro’d habanero tobiko, our tongues on fire held spellbound
literally plus tobiko yields a deadly melange compound
taipan lalo’s capsium popularity chart is siricha confound

second, today’s pbcc sermon reminded wisdom from james
yea, james who spoke so eloquently on critical, judgemental tongue flames

pastor andy drake framed james 4:11-17 for today’s message
about humility as we make life’s passage

flyer verse quoted proverbs 11:2 sage
“when pride comes, then comes disgrace,
but with humility comes wisdom”, what an ace
think before we speak and act, to set divine pace

james tongue bites
“do not speak evil against one another, brethren” he writes
judging others and being judged by your judging, verse12 is to savor
“there is 1 Lawgiver and Judge, He who is able to save and to destroy…who are you to judge your neighbor?”

for verse 14 incites that “you do not know about tomorrow
what is your life?”, whether of happiness or sorrow
“for you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes”
where will life go then with its gilded arrogance amassed, along with blemishes

whoa, habanero tobiko in deed
is today’s planted seed

or do u judge it “weed”?


129. Wed 9 Apr ’08

basura therapy

aiya ya ya
ain’t no cielito lindo aria
more like o-mama-mia, o-mama-mia

work has to move
to menlo park groove

so today was “womba” cathartic bash
why on earth did i stash
so much trash
once some worthy-reason-to-keep mash
now mere poubelle succotash

but less baggage
means more mobility to gauge
to get out of cage
to turn page
of social-mobile-global rage

trashing is therapeutic symbolic cleansing
for lens resetting and vision renewing
a lighter payload can further traject
growth fuel to inject
to fill the void from basura reject
new prospects to inspect

till they become trash to toss again
new waves to gain
new cycle flame
get onboard the train

time to hackett
try again. fail again. fail better” says samuel beckett
“think smart, move fast” but fail fast to set new cdi record

enough trash
chimes beckett, the task of an artist afterall is “to find a form that accommodates the mess”
so i stop and off to dc i dash
avoiding godot clash

when irish eyes are smiling,
sure ’tis like the morn in spring.
in the lilt of irish laughter
u can hear the angels sing when irish hearts are happy,
all the world seems bright and gay.

and when irish eyes are smiling,
sure, they steal your heart away.