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On Angels and Messengers

Saturday, September 10, 2016

On Forgetfulness


If you hear me complain that I cannot recall
     where I put my car keys,  or my dead cell phone,
     when I came home from wherever it was that I went yesterday ...
Please ask me if I can remember
       the very first time our baby grabbed my finger,
           or called for me in the middle of the night,
               or how I felt when the school bus pulled away
  that September day, so many years ago.

Friday, August 12, 2016

CHORAL OLYMPICS: a lofty idea


Conductor Events: 
Fermata, Caesura, Allargando, Vivace, Largo, Evil-Eye, Photocopying, Impossible Phrasing Instructions, Mis-Cueing, Self-Contradiction ...


Chorister Events: Dragging, Unintelligible Diction, Ad-lib Breathing, Heroism, Looking-Up Once in a While, Flipping Pages, Crystal-Shattering (Soprano),  Window-Rattling {Bass), Wisecracking (Alto), Award Ceremony Just for Showing Up (Tenor)




Tuesday, July 12, 2016

A Proposal to Make America Safe

A review of recent events reveals that white men with guns sometimes shoot black men with guns ...  and vice versa.  Thus, the common denominator is twofold --- men with guns.  Furthermore, most men are slobs; most women are not.  So, women are better qualified than men to command a "well-ordered militia".  The Second Amendment just says "citizens".   In the event of a true threat to the liberty of our Free State, women may choose to distribute arms to men, but not necessarily "firearms", nor live ammunition, neither of which are specified by the Second Amendment.

Dallas

When comrades have fallen, people feel fragile,
Suddenly humble, when all has gone wrong.
You cannot hide sorrow behind your bravado.
Heros will crumble, no matter how strong.


Monday, July 11, 2016

DaeAnna's Blessing


May you find security when you're caught out in the cold.
May you find serenity when chaos has control.
Until you learn you're not alone, without having to be told,
May you hear a small voice say, "It's OK".
                          " It's OK, I'm right here with you."
Everywhere you go.

Reuter's photo of Dae'Anna,  "the bravest little girl in the world", aka, " the small voice from the back seat".
     

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

The Unbeatable Foe

Pens can be mightier than swords
but sometimes they're no use.
You cannot win a war with words
when your enemy's obtuse.

The Tao of Pain

Chronic pain is the Tao, the Way,
like Fibro or Arthritis.
We live to love for one more day,
with frailties that unite us.

Life is a beautiful mess -- and we're all in it together.

Friday, April 8, 2016

An 8-Step Solution to the Syrian Refugee Crisis ... and more

1. Close the prison at GTMO
2. Replace it with a refugee camp (the entire base is 46 square miles) named in honor of President Obama.
3. Open a casino (for training purposes).
4. Train the refugees for jobs in restaurants, hotels and casini ... perhaps through UNLV Cooperative Extension.
(There are many restaurants already on the base, including: McDonalds, Pizza Hut. Baskin-Robbins, etc.)
5. Pay them $15 per hour, but get it all back by charging for Room & Board and tuition.
6. When the refugees complete 8 weeks of training, cut off their food supply and supply them with facsimiles of Cuban credentials .
7. On moonless nights, open the gates to Cuba to allow the refuges to disperse and find jobs in burgeoning tourism industry.
8. Reopen the restaurants and bring in another group of refugees.

Note: When the refugee crisis is over, deport illegal immigrants now in the US and turn the base into a resort and amusement park, perhaps called "ObamaLand"





Some Ideas for My Epitaph


  • Oops !
  • Still don't have a clue
  • 'Tis a far, far better something-or--other
  • DC al Fine
  • Lift-off, we have Lift-off !
  • 42, it IS 42 !
  • Gone Fishing (with the worms)
  • LOL
  • Would someone please feed my cats
  • Pickle Me Elmo
  • Vacancy
  • Ungrateful
  • My name is Ozymandius ... Oh, wait ...
  • God Almighty, I'm free at last
  • Still thinking outside the box
  • I'm right behind you
  • Error 404 -- File not Found
  • At least I'm not hungry
  • This, too, shall pass
  • Do you want to dance?
  • I have to pee real bad !
  • Life and Death:  a dream within a dream ... but which is which?
  • Fuck the flowers -- go get a shovel !
Seriously, how about "Perchance to Dream"

Saturday, April 2, 2016

As a Rainy Day Dawns

Note:  This would make a better song than a poem.  Thus, it is a Work in Progress. 
Suggestions are welcome

As a rainy day dawns,
a weak old man yawns.
His legs and hands ache,
so he knows he's awake.

With groans and with moans
and creaky old bones,
with grunts and with sighs,
the man tries to arise.

His vision is blurred.
He can't hear a word.
With each wheezy breath
he's closer to death.

Accepting his pain,
he smiles at the rain.

When his feet touch the floor
he thanks God once more
for the gift of the dawn
and  the strength to go on,.