HAS SAID 40 TIMES
AND EACH TIME THE DOW JONES CLIMBS
AND IRAN JUST SLIMES
235.
My 40th Leaf
Taken thee from vine
Stem, fence intertwine
Violet and soft
Not on place aloft
It's “alugbati”!
Owned by Hapitan
Somehow famous clan
Ma'am Diday is she
By us known to be
Santos her partner
Eaten I just have
Foods that I so love
Afternoon that's dark
New Year is its mark
Baby's birthday too
In front of dwelling
Where there's no ceiling
Climbing cyclone wire
Where there is no mire
Alongside the road
First birthday party
Of child named Arnie
Curly hair this one
To Ma'am Diday son
I'm with Joy, Angie.
-01/01/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
Keeto the apple of my eye,
Centre of attraction, smart yet shy,
The little diamond - handsome and naughty,
A new milestone- my baby prince turns 40!
Creeping into mom and my heart,
Always loved and admired though far apart,
Champion in golf, colorful in art,
Keeto! My little star is class apart!!
Full of empathy and very humble,
Smart and stunning, yet so simple,
With soft blue eyes that always sparkle,
With a cute smile he flashes those dimples!
Exemplary and radiant like the sun,
Keeto my precious gem is second to none,
Versatile and talented rolled into one,
Admired, cherished, adored & envied by everyone.
Born from my heart, to my mum he is a son,
Shining bright like the midnight sun ,
He is a superstar, pumpkin photo award he won,
He is extra ordinary , my scottish little one..
Reaching a new milestone, on a new journey he embarks,
Leaving his footprints on different landmarks,
With exuberance he defines benchmarks,
Well aware ,CEO position for him is earmarked
On his Ruby Jubilee today,
Mom and Rima from far away,
From our hearts where he stays,
We shout loud Keeto Happy Birthday!!!
He was a terrific and skilled Italian chef.
Forty years ago, he took his final breath.
On June the 21st of 1985, Ettore Boiardi passed away.
He was born in Borgonovo Val Tidone, Italy and moved to the USA.
At the age of 16, he arrived at Ellis Island on a French ship.
Now millions are eating his food because he took that trip.
He turned out to be a businessman who was shrewd.
People ate at his restaurant and they loved his food.
It was natural causes that caused Boiardi's death.
Millions are thankful because of that Italian chef.
[Dedicated to Ettore Boiardi (1897-1985) who died on June 21, 1985]
Coca-Cola launched their 'New Coke' forty years ago.
When Coca-Cola did this, it turned out to be a fiasco.
They launched their 'New Coke' in April of 1985.
It was not a success and it certainly didn't thrive.
Coca-Cola abandoned the old formula and released the new.
Millions of people were angry and some even threatened to sue.
When it came to the 'New Coke', it was something that most people hated.
Coca-Cola started making the original again because people were devastated.
body withers but our love grows
life’s a roller coaster for sure
through rain and shine, we are aglow
happenings any, hearts are pure
Gods benedictions, we imbibe
body withers but our love grows
tranquil calm, we cannot describe
gleam in our eyes, an open show
love alone real, this we know
each pulse of life, we celebrate
body withers but our love grows
to music of soul, we gyrate
judgments suspended, we embrace
love caress has made us mellow
cut to chase, all is divine grace
body withers but our love grows
19-July-2021
I Pray Thee
The prayer to save all lives
Not from the specific holy place
You do not live in men made holy places, I believe
They pray for their nation, for their caste, for their Madhhab everyday
Their happiness lying in the death news of different believers and nonbelievers
I pray Thee
You exist everywhere
You gave universe everything for human,
Without discovering Your given offerings timely if
human lazily pray, You don't answer the prayer
Yes; that's I believe
I pray Thee now
As the earthly physicians assistant
To You I have no asking, but
Please incarnate Yourself into worldly scientist
04.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
Your voice called out early
when I needed it most
And you turned me around
providing great hope
I was lost till you found me
from the heavens beyond
And the love that you sent
in my heart would grow strong
I knew it was you
calling out to me clear
In the depths of my wandering
your voice was so dear
You opened your heart
and my spirit was yours
A life we now share
with each day evermore
As the years have progressed
our memories have grown
Through marriage and distance
and grandchildren sewn
You rescued my spirit
when I needed you most
From my depths of refusal
you vanquished the ghost
I’ll never be able
to thank you enough
For the light that you brought me
your angelic touch
And I still need you now
more than ever before
To love me and guide me
to save me once more
From the future you called
in those darkest of times
My heart yours to reign
—cherished daughter of mine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May 2, 2018)
Having seen you climbing up that hill
And i know what is on the other side
Plenty of fun on this very special day
Partytime are not for by gone times
Yours once in a lifetime is here now
Bringing you best wishes on this day
It has been a pleasure to know you
Remember memories are to be kept
Today all your friends and families
Hope that you have a wonderful day
Daring to be young and crazy for now
Always remember life begins at forty
Yes many woke up not feeling older
At the heart of everything lies the mathematics of synchronicity
Chance events send ripples throughout the universe
Causing a chain reaction of effects
Like dominoes toppling over toward infinity
They manifest themselves into infinite realities
Out of the infinite ways that the 10x1040different particles can rearrange
themselves
We are but one arrangement
Random notes written on the musical scale of existence
Randomness is a cosmic DJ that spins the turntable of life
Everything that exists is born out of chaos
And that is beautiful
Random patterns generate through space and create
A blade of grass
A tree
A sunset
A drop of water
The number 10x1040
There and Then - the jock looking hot
Years later in the Here and Now. . . Not!
For the Epigram Contest of Deborah Guenther Beachboard
Golden, Full Moon Shone
On All The Harvest, That’s Grown
Welcome In Our Home
he
pushed away that nagging truth that he was
being played
and played well
helpless
and yet
women
came and went through his lifetime
redeptive chances
beckoning glances
happiness
warm willing bodies and laughter
yes
laughter
they loved the way he looked
his warm voice and kind hands
they slipped
away
anchored as he was to what he believed
out of fear
sometime in his 40th year he began the game of watching
how far she would go
just to pass the time until she went too
then he turned and left
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