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For nearly 40 years,
Much of Sid's environs were golden hues
and browns that are common in Fall.
Some of nature's best photographs become
so common as to be taken for granted.
The sky was still blue and the trees were GREEN,
filled with fruits and nuts enough to feed the world.
Nevertheless, Sid's once GREEN lawn had become a brown one.
The Western drought had taken its toll. All properties were
getting water meters coupled with mandated watering days.
And Sid had become accustomed to the look of summer brown.
Sid could not forget the day he set his eyes on a
picture of GREEN grass sent from 2,000 miles away.
He stared at nature's beauty and was aghast, taken aback,
and mesmerized by a GREEN unseen by him in many a year.
The best of mortal artists could not have painted GREEN
as arresting, captivating, and overwhelmingly beautiful.
Memorial Day 2000
Dedicated
to
Those Left Standing
Written: by Tom Wright
5/8/00
Monuments,
Fashioned of assorted granite stone,
Neatly standing,
As if in manicured rows;
A memorial,
To friends and loved one's gone,
Their numbers uncontrollable,
For each year it always grows.
Oft times from deep in solitude,
In sadness, I'm reminded,
And at mere sight
Of one small flag;
I swell with pride
And oft by tears am blinded.
Desperately trying in my spirit,
Not to brag.
I, in deepest thought,
On this 2000 Memorial Day,
Am silently taken back
To the place of Flanders Field,
Where neat white crosses
Stand by the way,
As if cloned, among red poppies,
It's only living yield.
I see a Moving Wall
Meticulously chiseled in granite black;
Bearing Viet Nam casualties,
Each, remembered by name;
I think of those yet living,
And about their lack;
As for their treatment,
We all must share some blame.
Those, perhaps,
Once forced to fight a war.
Said by many,
To have been unjust;.
But duty bound to country,
In that land afar,
In God's hands,
Put their lives and trust.
To those of Desert Storm
Having experienced combat days,
I shall endeavor to remember
Those who fell,
And those,
Yet baring scars of war in another way;
Those haunted by tormented faces,
Scud Missiles and deaths smell.
Hero's who served,
And gallantly died;
To those I cannot express,
The trappings of my heart;
To those who served,
And returned with pride
Let thanks, gratitude and prayers,
Be my humble start.
Somewhere on another world
in a far away galaxy,
Intelligent life forms built a telescope,
so powerful our planet they could see
I also built a similar contraption
then maxed out the zoom,
Now I witness these same beings
observing earth from a room
And as they zoom in closer
it’s dinosaurs they see, not me
This is no illusion,
nor does it defy relativity
I’m in their far off future
watching them observe earths distant past,
I spot a real T Rex on their monitor
Barney I nickname him, aghast!
I’m live streaming earth
via a planet no one has ever heard,
Even though the creatures I see
are 66 million years dead,
We humans have not evolved yet
for we’re light parsecs ahead
Every observable thing that has happened
embeds in photons racing through space,
All we need to unlock them is technology,
and be standing in the right place
I hope you follow my postulation
these implications are quite intense,
What good are our imaginations
without trying to make some sense.
Wow! here’s a thought about this poem
say on a planet 2000 light years away,
If by chance they observe Jerusalem
Christ son of man! what more need I say
God, Bottles Our Tears
shed
For Fallen Roses
By: Tom Wright
4/26/00
Sleep,
lay heavy o'er the room.
Fading fast, a single Rose,
that once was held, full in bloom.
Now,
It's fading petals have been cast.
Strewn about as papier-mâché’s,
before a crafters broom,
whose time has came to fast.
Weep,
but mourn not your lovely flower,
forever from gloom,
now, having fulfilled appointed hour.
Swift,
has fallen the petal last,
but from saddening thoughts, refrain.
Granting pleasant memories space
to flourish and remain,
of your Roses' vibrant past.
Psalms: 126 : 5
"They that sow in tears, shall reap in joy"
Dedicated:
To those whose Rose has gone.
Mothers Day 2000
2000 miles is a long ways, and 50 plus years is a very long time.
It spells the time and space that have separated me and my two friends.
Back then, whether it was hay, ammonia, cowboys, sling shots, or rubber tires,
somewhere in the mix were my two friends. Presently, there is a loving memory of Dennis and Johnnie. They were absolutely my best childhood friends and everyday playmates. Dennis was called "My terrible looking friend" because he never kept clean. Johnnie was the toughest of the three of us.
The above mentioned items of danger and fun are forever tied to their memory. Whether running from an ammonia tank gone bananas or rolling rubber tires; whether playing cowboys, rolling and jumping in the hay barn, or yelling loudly in a tall rusty structure, we three did it together like three vegetable peas in a hull.
On my next memory page, I see a metal fence under which Dennis tried to trawl in his attempt to escape the wrath of my two brothers, who came to my defense for something that Dennis had done to me. He never made it, and my brothers started to beat on him as they beckoned me to join them in the fighting feast. I demanded that they let him go, and until now, I'm getting a picture of Dennis' face being so relieved from my brothers' beating. I didn't hear him, and don't remember talking about it, but Dennis must have said, "What A Friend". He certainly was mine.
031121PSCtest, I Remember, Malabika Ray Choudhury; 2P
If I gave it time, I suppose hundreds of things would come to mine.
Like the old two-story mansion where my father's friend made moonshine.
Like the feel of blue, an escape route, that turned many to singing the blues.
'That blue feel' was still strong and hung in the atmosphere like cloths on a back-yard cloth-line.
The combines and farm equipment now occupy the old homesites.
The Chinaberry tree, under which we buried my dog Jack, and the peach trees from which we feasted on sweet treats appear to have taken flight.
Yes, they are the landowners, but who gave them the right? Who gave
them the right to overlook and completely disregard as trite, the passage
to my past? Of course, they had every legal right, and I had none. Yet,
I felt that something of great substance was taken away from me.
To see and feel such blight breeds disgust, not delight.
Was not the lowly impoverished life, lasting for O so long
and burdening languishing souls for generations enough wrong?
It was once a place where I roamed but never felt I belonged;
A place of mere existence that I longed to someday make an exit.
Forty plus years and 2000 miles removed, but the memories persisted.
And the sweet taste of family created there never departed my sensory.
And the fragrance of love introduced there never escaped my memory.
But I wanted to see my birthplace again for myself with my own eyes.
I longed to see my Genesis where I often craved a rendezvous with Exodus.
For some many years. I longed to revisit my birthplace.
But it took decades to actually see the site again. The
House was gone, but I am glad at least I returned.
Although the feel was strange, and the pain was real, there's no
denying that the little quiet village is very much a part of me still.
Some things from our yesterdays are untouchable and forever sealed.
And it is often difficult to explain the pain that in time shall all be healed.
040722PS
Fall in love with the person who sets you free.
The one who doesn't dictate what a society or you should be.
The one who is not afraid to fight beside you to keep you soul intact.
The one who uses anything they can to wake up your soul when your mind has easily become distant and has distract.
They may sound a little crazy at times, but that is the key.
For they were not meant to sound like everyone else, who could speak and also read.
Feel your way through the pain and wake up your soul.
So you can come together to be as one and to feel completely whole.
Look at examples of broken hearts and self-inflicted abuse.
For they were not able to look beyond and just kept up with an excuse.
It's okay to cry and to feel the needed pain.
You can be a man, woman, child, just break that wretched chain.
Fall in love with the person who sets you completely free
So you can build a foundation like a 2,000 year old tree.
Nigel is Britain’s most successful boccia player,
Having won eight major titles at the Worlds, Paras,
And so spoke out when Rio’s organisers, clever,
Refused to televise boccia’s intriguing blethers.
He says that boccia sports people need to get,
“our foot in the door” of live television coverage:
“I was disappointed in London [that] we didn’t get,
the media attention other sports did,” sacrilege,
which is frustrating because we [do] really want to,
showcase our sport. It’s very easy for me to say
boccia is fantastic. It’s brilliant, but unless [you know],
other people can get access to it, [okay, make way],
through the media, the wider audience are not,
going to get to know about boccia [sport straight].”
He refuses to retire so that he can get and pot,
“more publicity for the athletes in future.” Wait.
Born on 22nd May 1964 he’s an experienced man,
And won in Sydney 2000 a gold for the individual,
In Portugal 2002 two golds, Brazil 2006 he did can,
A bronze, then gold, silver in Beijing, he did angle.
I would have to pause in trying to remember certain things that I would have experienced or events that happened 20 years ago. On the other hand, there is one major world situation that gradually unfolded 19 years ago with which I have no trouble. For 1999, I do not remember wars, quakes, hurricanes, etc. But I do remember Y2K.
It was as if we thought the sky would fall, or something near that. It was as if someone walked out of the big house, leaving the gas on and realizing that anyone with the slightest spark would cause a blast that would cause a chain reaction setting everything in sight on fire and create the greatest worldwide catastrophy that mankind had ever known.
Why, it was as if every airplane throughout the earth would cease to fly and drop from the sky, and the late model cars and vehicles with onboard computers would not start or would refuse to run any longer leaving us all stranded in our tracks.
I tell you, the internet was a child without Facebook or Google at the time, and we now seem to be so far removed from there that I wonder if anyone even knows what I am talking about. Why, I can't remember if I even owned a computer back then or if one was in my 1992 Honda Accord. It was as if everyone had a world of questions and no one but had any answers. I suppose in this fiber optic age, that would be like the dark ages, or like having a switch and wondering what would happen when we turned on the light.
At the time, if Walter Cronkite had still been anchoring the evening news, we would have heard him say, "That's the way it is on December 31, 1999". I tell you, as I remember it, there was a bit of uncertainty and mystery about what was going to happen just past midnight as we anticipated the year 2000. That's just the way it was back then in 1999. It was as if................
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