Thursday, December 30, 2010

Your Bed

What is one of the most important things in your life, I query ?
Surely the answer to this question will very often vary.
But, should you ask me: now and forever let it be said :
to this ninety eight year old positively it is my bed.

Research finds that Babylonian kings rested on ivory and gold,
the Greeks regarded their bedrooms as sacred, so I am told.
Who invented the first bed, the dictionary does not say,
to this genius, I am willing to doff my hat just any day.

Beds of grass are in my vision, but so are feathers and springs.
Very early this contraption was the privilege of many kings .
There was one in old England that held 24 people, believe it or not.
Hopefully you will trust me when I state room for one is all I got.

No matter what a fine day I had, this piece of luxury beckons to me.
Let me tell you: it is adjustable and I can read in comfort, you see.
This piece of luxury is one that I would hate to do without:
feathered springs and downy covers- that is what this is all about !


Otto Ross, JANUARY 2011

Thursday, December 23, 2010

To Sarah and Rachel

Now this lady said - nothing rhymes with SARAH
She should be banished to the Sahara!And then there is that old-time movie vamp Theda Bara-
It that is not enough, how about Scarlett O'Hara
who lived down south in a mansion called Tara.
So you see, dear Sarah, nothing from the truth could be fara!

Therefore I am sending ou this rhyme today
to show that there is many a way to say:
We are thinking of you, Belle and me
"happy Birthday" whenever that may be.

But with Rachel it's another matter, alright.
I've been awake so many a night.
Noting rhymes with Rachel that I can find!
Believe me, I am really in a bind!
So i hope Rachel won't give me dirty looks-
I've scanned the dictionary and the books!
When I next see her in my green back yard
I will tell here tI tried ever so hard.

Now without a rhyme we let you know today
that you tooare thought of in many a way.
You are our grandchild, that is so true
Happy Birthday, whenever it is due!


feb 10, 1999

Nightly Thoughts

The days have flown, the New Year has begun
but the hours are long because now there is only one.
Where minutes were important and seconds were shared-
where time had a meaning: for each other we cared.

The winter skies are grey, the thoughts are black
neither wishing nor praying will turn the clock back!
Life has lost luster and meaning- only memories count
yet even in those there is not much joy to be found.

I am not ready to leave or to join the others I've lost
so I hang on and much daily thinking it cost.
Such as what I could have done or wished I had,
a lack of any particular talent makes me sad.

Yet most people on earth lead an average life
I am sure the find the world empty and full of strife!
Then there are those who with a great gift are blessed:
Poets and Painters, World Leaders and all the rest.

I was told that music making was out of my reach-
drawing, singing athletics they could not teach!
Writing-I tried but ddid not haave enough imagination
to create a story that was my very own creation.

I have dabbled in folk-art by copying real art,
my poetry is just rhyming-I am not a Bard!

I envy those whose life covers a whole page of obit
but not many are chosen for this and that's it!

However with what I had, I did the best I could...
I've had a good life, that's what I want understood!



Jan 2002

Thoughts on a rainy afternoon. dec 21 2001

To my dear Belle

It was a fair wind brought m,e from a foreign land

to meet you, to love you, to ask for your hand.

It was a kind fate that joined us together

to spend a lifetime facing foul or fair weather.

You gave us a wonderful child to raise and adore

we lived in peace and harmony-who could ask for more!

We grew old without any major pains of sorrows-

There was always the hope of pleasant to-morrows.

You then told me you wanted to be the first to leave

Your wish came true and left me to grieve.

But I am hanging on and have much to remember

Yet the fire we shared is now just a fading ember.

Life has lost its luster and the hours get long,

I am one of many who has to sing a lonely song.

There is nothing to rep[lace a lost love, gone forever now

yet the days pass and the years fleet somehow.

This is an elegy to lost life and lost pleasure

but, praise the Lord, a fond memory I can treasure!

Poem


For years you have been putting thoughts in the closet of your mind to share them with your dear wife. Your life's
partner is gone. The closet is not as full as before, but this
thought prevails:
You are alone

You spent a lifetime putting things on a shelf so that the dog cannot reach it. The dog is gone, the shelf is full of memories:
You are alone

each day events are happening in the world. You put them
in drawers labeled "good" or "bad". The bad drawers are
overflowing, they affect you and everyone on the globe:

You are not alone



jan 27, 2002

Monday, December 20, 2010

ELECTION TIME

You want to fulfill your citizen's duty at the appointed time,
There are many choices to make, some without reason or rhyme.
Needless to say that some of the people you never have met,
so you have to form an opinion from the daily blurbs you get.

It helps if you favored a political party faithfully in the past-
you know their opinion you follow without being asked.
To get a consensus is difficult, not very easily obtained,
should you follow their ads-nothing definite will be gained.

They all claim they will be the one to restore prosperity,
many refer to what their relatives did in long ago posterity.
A well known name, however, does not guarantee a great brain,
it only proves that they expect it to help them on the gravy train.

To make the proper choice is left up to the voter's discretion-
some could care less, for others it becomes a sincere obsession.
To cast your vote is your duty and no matter who you shall name
if things don't go well- you always will know whom to blame.

Otto Ross 10-27-10

WHAT COMES, COMES !

The time has come to put heat on in California-forsooth !
Never did we think it would happen that is the very truth.
Spoiled by years of warm weather it is not easily taken-
when the skies are gray in this paradise-you feel forsaken.

Yet, nothing stands still in the world, we are exposed to change,
things may be smooth-then disaster comes into our range.
Never a day without a report of a dire change in the weather,
somewhere storm clouds are certain to continually gather.

To prepare for such storms is always in the back of our mind ,
should we be exposed to them, it leaves us in a big bind.
Now they predict a big earthquake in the next 28 years,
they say it might happen to-morrow-no telling when it appears.

But we are only human and as such have cause to worry-
no matter when it happens, we shall be either safe or sorry.
Come what may, there will be a quiet day or stormy night-
all we can do is hope that our own future will be bright !