Age

 

  Chase your dreams,

                  do it today.

                  Come what may, don't let
                  them drift away.

                  The years fall gently from
                  youthful adventures.

                  Only to resurface deep
                  within old age's tenure.

                  Memories to make us laugh,
                  reminisce and weep.

                  So many people, loved one's
                  lost to the deep sleep.

                  Chase your dreams, do it
                  without delay.

 

 

 

 

     

                  

Five Years

Five years have passed.

Memories of that fateful day

woven into our nations soul.

We are left totally aghast.

Our beliefs waiver still with

questions as large as the hole.

 

Keep our nation safe, we pray

to the Lord.

Bless the heroes of that awful

day, pray for the fallen.

Only a few pulled from the inferno,

hoping beyond hope for more.

 

Children as yet unborn shall remember

this day, as another day of infamy.

Of man's inhumanity towards man.

When weeping faces upturned seek

solace from beyond.

It is too much too bear, hoping against

all hope, remove this horror so

 that a new day will dawn.

 

Time heals all wounds...but not this

Epitaph

 

  I do remember the good times..

 What do you say for one who
has passed beyond this mortal coil?
Knowing full well that this is the
fate that awaits us all.

Of course, I could say the usual repertoire,
he was a man known for his reason
and good works.
That would not tell the full story or flesh
out his being, show all of his quirks.  
It's been five years since the earth
felt your breath.
You have persons who mourned very
heavily when told of your death.

 A daughter still grieves finding no solace,
 not allowed to say goodbye by your
miserable spouse.
Why you picked such a creature to marry
is beyond my ken, knowing you as I knew you then,
you didn't deserve such a louse.

Your son puts you on a pedestal,
remembering his moments of Father-Son fun.
Life can seem unfair at certain times,
all your life you just seem to run.
No time for love, laughter and even tears.
Hurry through life awaiting your golden years.
Life played a sorrowful game, after years of work.
...no relaxation, only time for tears.  

 You only lived a year past Oba-san,
did you know you were dying when
you said your farewells to her?
This need for secrecy was it borne out of fear,
or did someone pressure you not to speak?
Human nature being as it is..I can see her hand
involved with the greed.
Her need to control even beyond the grave
was so despicable that even Nakajima-san
was horrified at the deed.  

 I often wonder if you are looking down at
us at different times.
Hopefully you are at peace, a blissful rest that
you fully deserve anything less would be a crime.

So many years, the grand babies are growing
and I see part of you in each of their faces.
It fills me with sadness that you could never take
them anywhere, anyplace.  

 I do remember the good times

Respect

 

I feel defiled, deflated and betrayed.

To promise one thing, yet deliver another.
Feeling totally played and dismayed.

Community broken, severing the links

 that bind us as Jland brothers.  

 We soared with the Eagles flying high

 above in the sky.

 Crashing to earth on a given day

 when everything dear was taken away.

 Normal routines are shot to hell,

 they just want us to get use to Pavlovs bell.  

 They wined us and dined us - led us astray.

 We fell for their lies hook line and sinker.

Played on their Beta for all it was worth,

checking that their product certainly would work.

 No thanks are we given, except shown the door

.. perhaps this was planned all along?

  We are not the community they want,

 we're shown no respect.

Blazing banners dropped like bombs

 on top of our lives what did they expect?

 Creative people to roll over and comply?

 Hell, no.....so many are saying Goodbye  

 **Please follow the cute puppies and turn your backs on the banner ads, tell ten friends...it eventually will hurt AOL.  Thanks much...Sandi

Agreement

 

  Shadows play across my mind.
Past events in silhouettes,

 cascading gently through time.

 Lifting away the veil to see through the years.
My heart knows I loved you
even with my tears.    

   Living, laughing, loving, longing.
What joy there was in giving.
Back to a time that you were mine.
Once again to know the feeling
sublime.

The earth shook and the fireworks
were awesome...boy, we were living.

It thrills my soul that I have
found my true love once more.
Who can say what went wrong 
how did I not you adore?
Why did we quarrel? Why did we fight?

 Oh, my dear, I do not care as long as we make it right.
  So let's just say that I love you
and you love me, on this we can agree.
I've grown a little more indifferent,
you have grown more in spirit.
Perhaps we're better matched
in this time and space.
Then we ever were in the other place. 

  Sandi/2005   Picture Credit..my son Kenji and his magnificient view of New York City on the 4th of July....just beautiful....

One of My Favorite Poems

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952

This poem says it all.

 

Bits and Pieces

Bits and pieces hang swinging high in trees
Life treasures so carelessly tossed.
Faces staring blankly in two's and three's.
Stumble along intently seeking relief, looking
for the lost.

Gentle people old, young - hearts melted.
Fear on the faces of the children I behold.

Wring their hands at such a sight
Mighty men try with all their might
to rescue the most.

Scenes of devastation as the city is lost
Nothing could stop it, nature gone wild
at such a cost.

Oh, my heart weeps at what I must view.
The City with soul shall rise again, as
a Phoenix from the ashes nothing less will do.

Oh, ye Gods of fate one would go and one
would stay.
How high will the count go?
Believe me I don't want to know.
Dear Lord there has to be a better way and
hear our prayers for better days