Brooklyn- My Home
Coops, condos, coops, condos, a house
A one family, a two family, a penthouse
A ranch, a Victorian, an old brownstone
All I wish for, is an abode of my very own
A five hundred plus foot square by square
A cozy little den with a big comfy armchair
A fistful of blue sky and a patch of leafy green
All will infuse life to my dreams n a lovely sheen
Prospect Park West, Park Slope and Kensington
Windsor Terrace and Carroll Gardens, all beckon
Cobble Hill, Boerum Hill, Sunset Park, Clinton Hill,
All these hoods are quite savory and give me a thrill
New York, city of dreams, five suburbs, a wonderful skyline
Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island and Long Island are fine
But my heart is set on one, only one corner and that beckons
Of all the five boros that make New York, and that is Brooklyn!
Prospect Park, Public Library, Museum, Botanical Gardens
Academy of Music, Grand Army Plaza, and lovely Fountains
Food Coop, shops, restaurants, churches, schools with griffin
All have a distinct flavor and I wish with all my heart to fit in
Coops, condos, coops, condos, a house I need
A fistful of blue sky, a patch of verdant green
An abode of my own is my wish that is quite ardent
And now I will achieve this through a competent agent!!!
We shape our dwellings, and afterwards, our dwellings shape us
Author: Winston churchill,, 1874- 1965, Bristish Statesman, Prime Minister
Originally Published: January 31, 2008
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PATIENCE
To be Patient
It is easier said than done
When the mind is like quicksilver
Going hither and thither always
Octopus tentacles going haywire
How to still this beast. cow it down
Not easy…..
Breathing deep and heavy whilst
Steadying the racing pulse is tricky
The brain is at once a Pandora’s box
And a Medusa head with thoughts
Emanating and milling and spilling
All over……
A firm resolution to tether this cerebral
Activity and bring it to an even keel
Soothing, calming the thoughts n ideas
Slow n steady breathing with exhalations
Lasting twice the duration of inhalations
Helps somewhat…
Hyper activity finally peters out and
A slow steady rhythm comes into play
Body too stills along with the emotional
Buildup that loses its fizz and now is
Akin to an unraveled knot smoothed out
And now….
Finally patience is achieved
Whew, lots of work
But can be done if the
Will is there
Somehow
Someway!!
am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end. Margaret Thatcher, in Observer April 4, 1989
British politician (1925 - )
Originally Published: January 29, 2008
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Vickie- An Eulogy
To try to qualify or quantify what she meant to me
Is to try to pin down the will-o-wisp that was Vickie
She was a pint sized ball of pure effervescent energy
A master in aikido, reiki and other healing arts
Her generosity knew no bounds as she gave of herself freely
Her helping hands imparted instant relief to many aching limbs
Her occasional inscrutability came from her oriental origin
And her practical quirky earthiness made her fun to be around
Her presence in my life brought a nice richness to my persona
And I can emphatically say the gain was all mine, just mine
She had no bone to pick with anyone, least of all, her destiny
And she sailed through life sublimely, taking all in her stride
She was only four feet tall but could tackle any hefty person easily
Her diminutive looks were as deceptive as the depth of her spirituality
She entered my life like a breath of fresh air and managed to show me
Myself, for what I really was inside out so that I could measure up
I will miss her dreadfully but know full well that her spirit will always
Encompass all her loved ones giving courage and acceptance, with grace
Go forward free from pain, dear friend even though we will miss you
But know full well that you now reside in blissful greener pastures.
It’s no accident that the church and the graveyard stand side by side.
The city of the dead sleeps encircled by the city of the living.
Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, Lost and Found, 1992
Originally Published: January 18, 2008
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