Adieu! July!

 

Bye! Bye! July!

 

 

Adieu! July! Au revoir! Mon Amie! Until next time

Merci! For all the adventuresome wild hot time-rides

Enjoyed a "Booming"-rocket 4th in U.S. celebration

Bar-b-ques and picnics with family and friends

Horseback rides and swimming parties fun

Gentle rains upon the emerald lawns manicured

"Mother's" garden trees and crops sublime

Vibrant color-palette fragrant flower delights

Wild thunderstorms electric dancing shows

Nature-satiated pleasure-treasure comfort shown

Upon cool midnight stroke usher "August" in

Asleep two hours by then in peaceful slumber rest

Lost off to "fantasy"-land in conjured embraced dreams

Gently nudged awake dawn's hinted thought at day

Glory orange-red orb transgress grey horizon east

Mid-morn lemonaide respite in silver maple dappled shade

High sun apex announce this day bright time of noon

At three enjoy childlike treat tasty cool ice cream

Evening slip to purple dusk another time in space come/gone

Replinish strength through deep wrapped comfort respite

Anticipating promised coming dawn instant August midnight cool

Adieu! Mon Amie! Until thy time in space again July reigns

In me sacred album of love-memories await thy rebirth once more

 

Amen!



"Pie" are---Square!? (Part II of II)

...Also in required attendance are the very excellent various department heads, elitist amongst the elite professors, haughty graduate students and sundry peons including invited undergrad students and a very few secretaries, dependent, of course, on which is in the preferred popular hierarchy of who’s who, at any given moment of the academic semester trial and error; the trial of the students through a grade system, not the error of the professors through any fault.

Champagne, of the correct vintage, is, of course, available; it is in the budget. But, sherry prevails as the beverage of importance to ivy leaguers in their tweed sport coats with color- contrasted suede patches at the elbows, light blue tailored button-down shirts with mirage gray stripes, open at the collar, dark brown creased to razor sharpness slacks held up with a matching belt and brown loafers for that, just so, sophisticated, yet casual, scholarly pretension.

The caviar is California white sturgeon Petrossian Special Reserve Ossetra to be served on lightly toasted semolina wheat croissants, only the very best of the best for the best of the best at just under seven thousand dollars for thirty-six ounces, enough to feed around twenty aficionados with the most exquisite taste buds, not unlike true, regal royalty of the European persuasion, the very best because their inbred lineage regresses so deeply into history; not, however to slight the impressive English, equally of the finest texture fabric of humankind, even with their dalliances and common folk associational dalliances. Then, of course, is the capitalism Mecca of the free world, that auspicious group of American self-appointed royal-pains, the executive, the legislative and the elite judiciary, wholly unable to find their own backsides without aid, much less abbreviate the myriad problems facing their constituents caused by terminal career cancer, revenue-sharing and the biggest fault of the entirety, lies, lies and even bigger lies. Amen!

Of course, the cheese plates are of the very finest crystal, not gaudy gold nor mother-of-pearl demanded of the ostentatious serving utensils for the fish eggs. The beautiful porcelain holds Cantalet cheese from France, Tallegio imported from northern Italy and English cow milk North County Blue served as a cocktail canapé with smoked salmon. All such delicacies to be drowned or washed down with Louis Roederer Cristal, vintage-2004, served in gleaming, thin goblets.

In a slight lull in the exquisite conversation a protégé is heard to say, “Pie are square.” The Dean quickly rallies to the defense of his associate and pronounces in an air of utter sophisticated erudite intelligent elucidated education, “You idiot, everybody knows that ‘Pie are round!’”

Square or round, whether the pies are my favorite, cherry custard, which my grandma made for me upon any urgent request, or apple, tinged with a golden brown top crust sugar-coated, or lemon with meringue three inches high that my mother makes, each wave of delight toasted to golden color, or chocolate or pecan, mom’s favorites, all are exceptional when baked with just the right ingredients, including that special secret subtlety: ample pure and abiding---love!

No one’s future is ever late!

Bon appetit! Mon Amie!

    

 

 

 

"Pie" are---Square!? (Part I of II)

“Pie are Square”!?

(a profound statement on sensibilities)

 

There just happens to be a mathematical formula for calculating the area of a circle.

That magic equation is: ; that is, Area equals 3.14159 times the Radius squared.

So, the area of a 10 foot radius circle (a 20 foot diameter) is: 3.1416 x 10(10) or 3.1416 times 100 or 314.159 sq. ft. A useful tool for engineers, draftsmen, construction or concrete workers.

Heard in the imprecise un-embellished hayseed colloquial dialect, thus, when spoken as “Pie are square”, the meaning can be, and is, easily distorted, to say the very laughable, at least.

Self-appointed, self-diluted impotent importance is barely just become sophisticated idiocy!

Take us now, then, to the most sophisticated of the erudite elite at a command performance of Engineering School symposium of any prestigious university. Present, in demanded appearance attendance are the prestigious coiffured Dean holding court in the precise center of the ornate ball room directly under the crystal chandelier dancing gentle teasing caresses in enviable sparkles of pointed illumination over, around and down the nearly fully exposed jiggling ample alabaster soft voluptuous endowments of his majesty’s number one assistant, business confidant and extracurricular very private, personal playmate, Miss Sheryl Anne “Delightfully-luscious”, his Honor’s pet, and secretly whispered, honey-name for her, du Montaigme.

In tow for the charade, though about as prominent as the bland baseboard in the hall, her latest adornment in a long line of seven, and counting, husbands, one Reginald, the Meagerest and Meaningless. Even the astute “Lady” du Montaigne might be hard pressed to remember each of the discarded spouse’s names without focused concentration and some prompting with hints of dates, and world renowned venues; perhaps a simple alphabet list, a, b, c might have better served the socialite. But, then, in fairness, after twenty-six dramatic failures statistically exhausting the alphabet,, then what? “A-A”, “B-B”? A wiser chance, perhaps: A-2, B-2? After all, Mon Amie, numbers determine to infinity, and, too, so might the “Queen”..

Miss Sheryl’s real name and ancestry seemed as inconsequential as the varied degrees attached to the members of the dubious conclave’s assemblage. Yet, the “lady” proudly holds haughty doctorate designations in Quantum Physics, Nuclear Chemistry and the Humanities with a specialty in ancient Egyptian dynasty-studies. Riding heard over several advanced Graduate School subject offerings, the open-minded avowed leftist allows no favoritism to ever dare challenge her cultured and perceived all-inclusive practiced tolerance spectrum; the classes quickly fill with wanton desirous lustful male students intent on exacting every ounce of pleasure from their studious endeavors, an equal number of those of the female persuasion to fulfill fairness desires and a smattering of enamored femmes and dykes interested in getting even with chauvinist pigs while clutching close to demurely attractive specimens and furthering their personal and educational agenda. Boys will be boys! And, girls? Girls and dykes will do---well…boys or girls, or, both! Simultaneously! S’il vous plait? Mon Amour!

Unable to lay claim to any protocol semblance of acceptable social upper class resume enhancements, “Delightfully-luscious” holds class as Professor of Advanced Studies in addition to performing the demanding duties of assistant to the Dean, in itself, a full time, day and night, coquettish endeavor. An Iconoclast? Perhaps! Perverted!

Ah! One simply must endure! After all! Percepted masquerade is everything! C’est la vie!...

Light and dark

 

Perceptions

 

 

An artist's concept of subject matter skillfully employs the

simple technique of a game playing light against dark in

various shades of a rainbow-color palette to depict his

"masterpiece"-presentation on canvas for viewing. His

"level-of-development" in excellence becomes displayed

both in the execution, usually only self-witnessed through

practice, and the completed final result of his effort. The

"judgment" of his offering is left to other's personal decision.

 

This "obsessive" rush of American society and culture, in

fact, the "world" desire to emulate, value, pursue and

fawn "faux" celebrity exposes shallow inadequacies of

such immature vagrancies as rejection of reality.

 

Money and fame do not vacate the challenges of life;

many times, the greater the amount of gold, the bigger

the celebrity, car, house, the larger the problems. Most

certainly, there is nothing evil in success to any degree

of accomplishment just as there is no disgrace in failure,

the good of any endeavor seems to be in the manner of

pursuit. Just like the artist practicing his pleasure.

 

Appreciate the gifts you enjoy, do your very best, be satiated.

Thank God for life, for the love of: Faith! Family! Freedom!

 

Judge not thyself on the faux "celebrity"  of fame and fortune.

 

Challenge all boundaries; seek limits, then, go well beyond!

 

Heroes are made everyday; their invisible wings fan

flames of daring into a conflagration of Love-of-Life!

 

Allow thy star to rise, thy soul to glow, thy spirit to soar!

Amen!

 

Proudly accept---You! Challenge time and space.
Brush masterful strokes on the canvas of your life.

When? How about: Begin---Today!

Amen!

Laughter is good for the spirit, too

 

“Juvenile”-humor!?

(Sugar-laced simple fun for laughter)

 

 

(A math problem or some serious mental issues?):

 

How much wood would a wood chuck chuck

If a wood chuck would chuck wood? (the author)

 

 

(How can this be funny? So near Father’s Day, too!):

 

Teacher: If I gave you a dollar and your father gave you a dollar,

How many dollars would you have?

Nervous student: Uh…Um… (Smiling proudly): One dollar!

Disappointed teacher: Jimmy! You don’t know your math!

Student: You don’t know my father! (the Three Stooges)

 

 

(Free drinks?):

 

“I’d rather have a free bottle in front of me than a

free frontal lobotomy!” (Tom Wait)

 

 

(Dentist humor?

 

Thirty white horses on a red hill,

Now they go, now they go, now they stand still.

What are they? (Answer: Teeth!)

 

 

(Paraprosdokians!)

 

When I was sick, a lot of people prayed really hard;

but, I lived anyway!

 

Mother to child: If you go swimming and drown, I’ll kill you!

 

If you break your leg, don’t come running to me!

 

Mother yelling for lost child: Johnny!? Where are you?

(Shaking her head): Just like your father, wherever he is!

 

I meant: Do as I say, not as I do!

 

My neighbor’s wife surprised him at the door at three a.m. wearing

a sexy, skimpy nighty---she was just coming home! (Rodney Dangerfield)



Sunday Prayer

 

Praise! Honor! Glory!

 

 

Prayer is an expression of adoration of God.

 

Make the act of praying a natural endeavor by offering

Praise! Honor! and Glory! to the Deity in each and every

thought, word and deed. Prayer is simply speaking to God

through a pure heart. "Ask" if ye must, He has invited us

to do so (Ask and ye shall receive); also make a practice of

"prayer" simply for His veneration, for confession, for peace,

for redemption, ultimately---for...Salvation!

 

Simply humble thyself to begin:

 

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost! Amen!

 

 

Celebrate! It's Sunday! Praise God! Always!

 

Amen!

The Noble beast

 

My Friend, the horse

 

 

An ancient Bedouin of the Sahara tribes adage allows:

 

 

No wind is so sweet as that which blows

between the ears of a fine Arabian horse.

 

 

I am blessed to have ridden a number of

the Noble beasts. Amen!

 

 

They await the wind; I anticipate the pleasure!

 

Enjoy a great day and a rewarding life.

Amen!

Happy Birthday! Z. Tyler! ("deja vu" all over again!)

Happy Birthday! Zachariah Tyler! (Z.T.)

July 24 ,2015

 

Z.-Man

 

I once knew an awesome young guy called “The Z.-man”

Any tough challenge needs taming it’s a safe bet that he can

Adonis-handsome! Einstein-intelligent! 007 sophisticated-Cool!

Quick-wit talent! Always comes out on top, his oft practiced rule

When (if?) I grow up to emulate him would be my hoped plan

Amen!

 

Dear Z. Tyler---

 

Clearly recall I the instant I saw you: Love at first sight! A confession: I loved you even before that fabulous meeting; long prior to your birth. Immediately, we were “Friends”!

At nine months you could hold a plastic ball, drop it and hit it with a little red bat! Wow!

When you were twelve, I taught you to drive my red Ranger truck. Awesome!

So many times I took you out of school so we could play golf. Fantastic! (I got in trouble for those indiscretions and for telling you the Truth about grades; but, I “Do-ed” it anyway.

Live! Love! Laugh! Focus contemplate!

Vigilant be! Not one future be ever late!

Always! I told you the Truth of life. Of all things. Taught you values. Lead you to virtue. I was a willing mentor; you, a treasured student. Before long, in careful observation, I learned from you, also. Your delightful personality wins people; they like you, trust you. With good reason. You can walk into a crowded room and everybody wants to be your friend, especially those of the “female” persuasion; any age difference seems not to be an issue of concern. Bravo!

Z. Tyler, Mon Amie, you have done quite well! And, thee has hardly begun! Wow! Amen!

“Real” men are difficult to find, these days. Three generations and prior before you, such was common amongst both genders; Ah! I revere and lament those by-gone times and space. You, Son, fit that mold and fill it well. Amen! “Straight and narrow”! Truth is the way. That’s you!

You already know, and that truth will be fulfilled to you: everything is Simple! But, not easy.

Stand tall in the light of His Truth. There is right and wrong; good and evil, black and white.

The demarcation line delineating virtue from sin is clear, evident, constant; choice decides.

The world awaits; you are ready. Bon chance! Mon Amie! You shall continue to do very well.

Faith! Family! Freedom! Might just be all there really---Is!

In one eternal instant the only mercy-blessing will be…His!

Amen!

 

I love you! Young man! Always have; always will.

Peace! Mon Amie!

 

Happy Birthday!

Nanny & Bapa

 

 

 

A Boy’s Heart! A Man’s Soul! A Free Spirit!

(Here stands a True man; An Independent Individual)

 

View the humble Z-man in deserv-ed celebrity-glory

In highlight-fashion I shall endeavor relate his story

 

Laid eyes on a bundle-beautiful in a hospital corridor

Stole me heart complete as all present did adorable roar

 

A “natural” celebrity of sacred humble intent-bound

Quickly proved pleasant worthy with purpose-found

 

Adonis-handsome baby-boy with good looks to spare

Athletic-prowess adroitly displayed in awesome share

 

At nine months could drop a ball to hit it with his red bat

Became the center of our lives: “Z. Tyler’s where it’s at!”

 

Quickly found my Shadow-buddy constant at me side

Bundled him sub-zero for a full moonlight tractor ride

 

Co-pilot aboard the rented Ryder across the Rocky Mountains

Salem-town out Ole Oregon-way played in the capitol fountain

 

Nanny-patient taught him to play ball; I introduced him to the links

Put him on a pedestal-proud; I am “Mr. President”, Z. Tyler thinks

 

First bus ride on ole Cherry Lines; up Canada-way upon a B-C ferry boat

His mom’s a lawyer; appropriate, his rain gear a blue-finned “shark”-coat

 

On to Tennessee’s Vanderbilt where he got his first mosquito bite

When his Nanny explained the bumps, the boy was ready to fight

 

Taught Z. to ride a two-wheel bike on third Groundhog Day! Wow! Co-ordinated!

Allowed him drive me Ranger red truck at twelve; the bike became subordinated

 

Took him fishing, Z. was “Good”; bought a row boat, he got to pull the “oars”

Cheated on the tally links so he could win at golf; soon Z. fairly won the score

 

No need to talk about the “Ladies”, quickly the girls found him tall and slim

Every blessed thing about this lad concludes: One day I’ll be just like him!?

 

And, now full-grown with a real “job” and quite a continuing fabulous existence

Anticipate his progeny will be like Lexi, Anna, Lauren blessed-sacred persistence

 

Happy Birthday! (28)     Love, Nanny  & Bapa

Eye of the Beholder

 

Picture Perfect

 

 

White-diamond sparkle emerald green on turquoise sea

Cerulean-deep host island horizon-cloud breeze perfectly

 

Bright-white surf kiss sheen-glow beach passion caress

Palm-frond sway rhythm-seductive cadence-emotion press

 

White triangle sail blue ocean tide to trek wide globe-mode

Tethered gravity-bound on seashell sand lovers satiate strode

 

Under blue-white diamond night canopy-abyss I found

Love-passion find with rhythmic ocean seductive-sound

 

Sometime also Pacific-blue framed golden sunset halo-gold

Embrace yon tender dream-scape hope in comfort mind behold

 

These sacred elements pure-brushed within a free-spirit reach

Combined “Picture Perfect” this Rebel-Rascal-Rogue beseech

 

If luster-gold seduces one with wondrous wealth-treasure

I’ll choose Love-of-life as a free-confessed sweet-pleasure

 

White diamonds dance a golden shine on beauty turquoise-blue

In all-time end I shall freely offer space-time serene-smile true

 

Amen!



Directed Purpose. Clear Intent.

 

Begin:

 

 

Cherish Good purpose in every thought, word, deed!

 

Focus Love-intent as life's sacred virtue event!

 

Amen!



Dare---

 

Challenge the edge of sanity

 

 

Savor dawn-dew fresh cool damp of fleeting midnight moon

Feet-tender naked childlike lawn-dance free thy tethered loon

 

Amen!

 

And, in full light of bright day sun smile celebrate

A secret held: Dared challenge sanity exacerbate

 

Amen!

 

Thank You! Dear Lord! For courage to soar---Free!

 

Amen!

Memories of Love still to come again

 

     I Remember…

(a song reflecting Life loved)

 

I remember…(whispered)

 

…Highlight events along adventure’s wondrous trace

Praise! Honor! Glory! Father! Spirit! Jesus’ sacred face!

His will for me to be right there present in Love’s place

Lucky! I! Experience life’s best within His holy Grace!

 

Early on the comfort warm of a Christian Mom and Dad

Shelter, good food, clean clothes, an education-offer glad

 

Clips in-between like Grandma’s house aroma-smells

 Christmas pine tree or summer flower-fragrant bluebells

 

Our quaint little town Main Street plus maybe one or two

Playmate friends aplenty create many of fun-times I knew

 

Reverence taught and sacred learned Sabbath and daily mass

One nun to teach each over-crowded room of a double-class

 

I remember…(whispered)

 

…Highlight events along adventure’s wondrous trace

Praise! Honor! Glory! Father! Spirit! Jesus’ sacred face!

His will for me to be right there present in Love’s place

Lucky! I! Experience life’s best within His holy Grace!

 

Favorites: The farm with animals and a fabulous old barn

So dark can’t see a hand before the face afore the early morn

 

A secret get-a-way Fox Lake with screened-porch clubhouse sublime

Three lakes to boat and fish, a young boy’s curious delicious time

 

And, bar-b-q so good I learned to appreciate “Gourmet!”

Constant party-time events led to adventure family-play

 

Learned, too, the value of doing any job the first time right

Hard-work and play virtue-reward like wild ducks “V”-flight

 

Honored-Love offered to the Lord commanded by His first three

Tolerance-respect to any fellow man His final seven please see

 

 

 

I remember…(whispered)

 

…Highlight events along adventure’s wondrous trace

Praise! Honor! Glory! Father! Spirit! Jesus’ sacred face!

His will for me to be right there present in Love’s place

Lucky! I! Experience life’s best within His holy Grace!

 

Time slips on by so slowly it flies away quite fast

A curious world of cowboy-horses suddenly has past

 

“Spring” in the air one day, my fancy turns to Love

My world has changed; I sight a beautiful white dove

 

“Don’t hurt yourself, Big Boy!” She cooed across the way

Auburn-haired beauty talked to me; I fell in love that day

 

Soon held her hand delicate, kissed tender lips soft-true

Young-love! Sweet love! A soulmate found, I surely knew

 

I remember…(whispered)

 

…Highlight events along adventure’s wondrous trace

Praise! Honor! Glory! Father! Spirit! Jesus’ sacred face!

His will for me to be right there present in Love’s place

Lucky! I! Experience life’s best within His holy Grace!

 

Marriage came begetting the babe and I was very glad

Next to perfect angelic wife, the best thing I ever had

 

Soon followed by a clone, now Catherine and Rachel-girl

Begin again the never-ending story, give it one fine whirl

 

Better still! Our Adonis-handsome Z. Tyler-boy

Miss Lauren, Lexi, Anna Marie complete our joy

 

What next? Who knows! Thy perfect will be done…

If I might wake I’ll true enjoy it all under His Son

 

I remember…(whispered)

 

…Highlight events along adventure’s wondrous trace

Praise! Honor! Glory! Father! Spirit! Jesus’ sacred face!

His will for me to be right there present in Love’s place

Lucky! I! Experience life’s best within His holy Grace!

 

 

Dreams dared by a little boy so innocent---Perhaps?

Life filled with baseball, bats and gloves and caps

 

Cowboy shows with mountain-mustangs running wild

Horizon-west beckon-called this curious boy-child

 

And, viewed Rocky Mountain summit cerulean high

Trekked on out Oregon-way to sight Pacific-blue sky

 

Tasted sweet Idaho-panhandle via Coeur d’alene

Short-visit Tennessee back home to prairie plain

 

Loved-tender to a Colorado blue spruce undulating rhythm-sway

On a lake rock-outcropping Black-Canyon-of-the-Gunnison way

 

Countless hours astride some mighty fine horses

Found chanced-success navigating life’s courses

 

Challenged golf for forty years, forsook it one fine fall

Tired of chasing clubs thrown farther than I hit the ball

 

You were beautiful! Me? A red convertible shaded “Cool!”

You still are a beauty! I’ve simply grown into an older Fool

 

I remember…(whispered)

 

…Highlight events along adventure’s wondrous trace

Praise! Honor! Glory! Father! Spirit! Jesus’ sacred face!

His will for me to be right there present in Love’s place

Lucky! I! Experience life’s best within His holy Grace!

 

…Highlight events along adventure’s wondrous trace

Praise! Honor! Glory! Father! Spirit! Jesus’ sacred face!

His will for me to be right there present in Love’s place

Lucky! I! Experience life’s best within His holy Grace!

 

Amen!