A strange word, coined by the Japanese-now on everyone's mind !
It is an occurrence where wind and water for destruction are combined.
Huge tidal waves resulting from volcanic eruptions, out at a hostile sea,
they are now on every one's mind, it is so scary-believe you me.
People swept away, homes inundated, to the elements exposed-
this is nature at the worst where there is an ocean where once was a coast.
Although far away, every one on this Earth is affected by this disaster-
it just goes to prove that we are so helpless and who is our Master.
Therefore it behooves us to do what we can to ease this pain,
money does help,but we should be allowed to send food to sustain.
The world is getting smaller, we are all affected day by every day,
it behoove us to be of aid, to show support, come whatever may.
Only if we help each each other will there be a future to sustain
because it is unwise to ignore disaster and aloof to remain.
We are all subject to a power, sending punishment from above
now, more than ever, what we most need is brotherly love !
Otto Ross
April 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
THE BRAIN BUSY
A poem a day is what a good doctor should prescribe.
It keeps your brain busy and gives your life a new vibe.
When, in old age, you are without a problem to solve-
mostly unimportant thoughts in your head do revolve.
Rather than worry what unforeseen events might befall,
or trying unimportant past happenings now to recall,
forget about politics and just rejoice that you can relax,
now is the time to recall good things-perhaps having sex!
What better occupation than to write whatever does rhyme-
so pleasant to know that people will think your are "sublime".
It is a fact that poems have endured for so many years,
why not try to leave proof of your existence as the end nears.
This is such a pleasant way of proving that you can still think,
even if you do realize that your existence is at the very brink.
Somebody,somewhere,just might enjoy what you wrote,
surely it is not really necessary to be a genius of note !
It keeps your brain busy and gives your life a new vibe.
When, in old age, you are without a problem to solve-
mostly unimportant thoughts in your head do revolve.
Rather than worry what unforeseen events might befall,
or trying unimportant past happenings now to recall,
forget about politics and just rejoice that you can relax,
now is the time to recall good things-perhaps having sex!
What better occupation than to write whatever does rhyme-
so pleasant to know that people will think your are "sublime".
It is a fact that poems have endured for so many years,
why not try to leave proof of your existence as the end nears.
This is such a pleasant way of proving that you can still think,
even if you do realize that your existence is at the very brink.
Somebody,somewhere,just might enjoy what you wrote,
surely it is not really necessary to be a genius of note !
S O F T N E S S S
Much softness in our lives-is that not what we much desire ?
That comes to the fore especially when we are ready to retire.
We are looking forward to spend our days,be it on couch or in easy chair,
after a life of much competition, taking it easy now is ever so very fair.
We had to spend many of our previous years on a tiresome go,
wishing that this race for success now finally would slow.
Often hard chairs and much stranding were our destined lot-
no time to spend on blessed relaxation, a run- around is all we got.
But in the end our efforts should be rewarded with a place to relax,
surely we are entitled to find a soft spot to slow our tracks.
A blessed couch, a Grandfather's chair should now be our lot.
so we can stop racing around, slow down to an easy trot.
Downy pillows should now support our aching back or head-
fond memories on soft cushioning we are now entitled to get.
So, let us enjoy this well earned downy luxury and get our rest,
yes, a place to stretch out and reminisce will now be BEST.
That comes to the fore especially when we are ready to retire.
We are looking forward to spend our days,be it on couch or in easy chair,
after a life of much competition, taking it easy now is ever so very fair.
We had to spend many of our previous years on a tiresome go,
wishing that this race for success now finally would slow.
Often hard chairs and much stranding were our destined lot-
no time to spend on blessed relaxation, a run- around is all we got.
But in the end our efforts should be rewarded with a place to relax,
surely we are entitled to find a soft spot to slow our tracks.
A blessed couch, a Grandfather's chair should now be our lot.
so we can stop racing around, slow down to an easy trot.
Downy pillows should now support our aching back or head-
fond memories on soft cushioning we are now entitled to get.
So, let us enjoy this well earned downy luxury and get our rest,
yes, a place to stretch out and reminisce will now be BEST.
L E T T E R S, #2
What greater joy than finding letters at your very door.
It is something to look for with anticipation, yes, forever more.
In this day of electronic greetings they are a personal get together,
even though I pity the carriers, they have to be out in any weather.
In old age when friendships dwindle they are such a welcome sight,
although now they are mostly asking for money, that ain't right !
Yet, there are some that are keeping old friendships alive,
to exchange experiences from the past one should much strive.
Handwritten , these missives have a certain warmth and so please,
yet, unfortunately,there now is a definite dwindling of these.
Astoundingly I saw an ad for fountain pens on my television:
does anyone use them now ? As a signature, prints fulfill this mission.
Thus it is regrettable that this correspondence is a thing of the past,
everything now has to be mechanized and done ever so very fast.
To find a handwritten message in your box is a joy to behold :
there is nothing better than to find someone's character thus unfold.
It is something to look for with anticipation, yes, forever more.
In this day of electronic greetings they are a personal get together,
even though I pity the carriers, they have to be out in any weather.
In old age when friendships dwindle they are such a welcome sight,
although now they are mostly asking for money, that ain't right !
Yet, there are some that are keeping old friendships alive,
to exchange experiences from the past one should much strive.
Handwritten , these missives have a certain warmth and so please,
yet, unfortunately,there now is a definite dwindling of these.
Astoundingly I saw an ad for fountain pens on my television:
does anyone use them now ? As a signature, prints fulfill this mission.
Thus it is regrettable that this correspondence is a thing of the past,
everything now has to be mechanized and done ever so very fast.
To find a handwritten message in your box is a joy to behold :
there is nothing better than to find someone's character thus unfold.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
TEMPTATION
There they go again, tempting me to win a poetry prize !
Yes, I have gotten many 2ds and 3ds, but a 1st would be so nice.
Nearing one hundred I am so very lucky to still think straight
but to tempt fate with such ambition is rather foolish, I am afraid.
My bookcase overflows with verses I wrote over so many years-
to expose myself to learned judges and lose is one of my fears.
To even try at this advanced age could be called tempting fate,
but, then again, human instinct prevails-it is never too late !
As long as the ending rhymes, certainly I am entitled to a chance,
I would even be willing to celebrate with a shaky victory dance.
Having been Secretary of the Writer's Club should give me an "in",
certainly to dream and hope for the impossible is no great sin.
So, there you are: after sleepless nights and much cogitating,
here is my contribution for 2011, a loss would be ever so devastating !
Dear Judges, please, close one eye and consider my fervent plea:
to consider this work with a touch of human kindness, I beg of thee !
Yes, I have gotten many 2ds and 3ds, but a 1st would be so nice.
Nearing one hundred I am so very lucky to still think straight
but to tempt fate with such ambition is rather foolish, I am afraid.
My bookcase overflows with verses I wrote over so many years-
to expose myself to learned judges and lose is one of my fears.
To even try at this advanced age could be called tempting fate,
but, then again, human instinct prevails-it is never too late !
As long as the ending rhymes, certainly I am entitled to a chance,
I would even be willing to celebrate with a shaky victory dance.
Having been Secretary of the Writer's Club should give me an "in",
certainly to dream and hope for the impossible is no great sin.
So, there you are: after sleepless nights and much cogitating,
here is my contribution for 2011, a loss would be ever so devastating !
Dear Judges, please, close one eye and consider my fervent plea:
to consider this work with a touch of human kindness, I beg of thee !
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
L E T T E R S
What else used to keep families in close touch ?
Outside the phone it used to be cards, letters and such.
The mail person was awaited with anticipation and mostly joy-
but then again, there were those nasty bills to much annoy.
Letter writing used to be an art-good handwriting was admired,
whereas now after typewriters, the computer is so desired.
Both these gadgets took personality out of communication,
there is nothing like some nice writing to lead to much elation.
Printed congratulations now take personality out of the message,
where once personal communication celebrated any rite of passage.
Goose feathers, pen and ink were what got us in touch,
they showed that the time spent on this meant ever so much.
Handwriting will soon suffer or it might just all disappear -
to express one's feelings will be handled by machine only, I fear.
Thus another piece of yourself will bite the proverbial dust :
to sit down and write something by hand will be no longer a must !
OTTO ROSS
January 2011
Outside the phone it used to be cards, letters and such.
The mail person was awaited with anticipation and mostly joy-
but then again, there were those nasty bills to much annoy.
Letter writing used to be an art-good handwriting was admired,
whereas now after typewriters, the computer is so desired.
Both these gadgets took personality out of communication,
there is nothing like some nice writing to lead to much elation.
Printed congratulations now take personality out of the message,
where once personal communication celebrated any rite of passage.
Goose feathers, pen and ink were what got us in touch,
they showed that the time spent on this meant ever so much.
Handwriting will soon suffer or it might just all disappear -
to express one's feelings will be handled by machine only, I fear.
Thus another piece of yourself will bite the proverbial dust :
to sit down and write something by hand will be no longer a must !
OTTO ROSS
January 2011
WHAT'S IN A NAME ?
It surely seems funny when a 98 year old man goes to school.
Would not most people think of him as a doddering old fool ?
Well, as it happens, I now put myself in just such a position-
and, believe it or not, I am proud to put myself on exhibition.
Blessed with a still able brain to absorb knowledge at this stage,
it is such a miracle that I can still crack a schoolbook's page.
But, should you ask me to learn a poem and recite it by heart-
it is impossible - I forget your name minutes after we do part.
The mind is a wonderful thing, it does grasp any situation,
if you can cite past experiences, you can age with determination.
Wisdom is acquired by training, you can react to many things-
yet, then again, there is the desperation a loss of a name often brings.
Many a time I have to admit that I am really so very ashamed
when I know the person I talk with and the loss of a name is blamed.
Yes, I know, I am not alone in this regrettable failure of recognition :
when only my years can excuse this lapse and it fills me with contrition.
Would not most people think of him as a doddering old fool ?
Well, as it happens, I now put myself in just such a position-
and, believe it or not, I am proud to put myself on exhibition.
Blessed with a still able brain to absorb knowledge at this stage,
it is such a miracle that I can still crack a schoolbook's page.
But, should you ask me to learn a poem and recite it by heart-
it is impossible - I forget your name minutes after we do part.
The mind is a wonderful thing, it does grasp any situation,
if you can cite past experiences, you can age with determination.
Wisdom is acquired by training, you can react to many things-
yet, then again, there is the desperation a loss of a name often brings.
Many a time I have to admit that I am really so very ashamed
when I know the person I talk with and the loss of a name is blamed.
Yes, I know, I am not alone in this regrettable failure of recognition :
when only my years can excuse this lapse and it fills me with contrition.
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