Friday, February 20, 2004
" To decide, to be at the level of choice, is to take responsibility for your life and to be in control of your life. "
--Abbie M. Dale
I have a cold or something... cough, sore throat, stuffy/runny nose, lethargic, body aches... blehhhhhhh !
E-mail from brother Robin. He evidently read the BLOG about " Carkeek Park " ( previous post ) and added some of his observations. Though Robin is younger than I by 5+ years, Mom did re-locate to the area, for a short time with only Robin, of (5) children, in tow. His perspective is of High School age and older, and he has lived in the general area for most of his years since. My perspective is of a child 8½ years of age and younger. Interesting in the differences of perspective. I'd be interested in the recollections of my sister Peg and brother Jim. I think Debi was a bit too young at the time... could be wrong !
(4) poems in the offering ! One late in submission for the contest... oh well !
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
Moratorium
Patiently I wait
seeing beyond time...
seemingly
Life in Heaven desired...
certainly the only
true peace
:Bobby Nichols 2-19-2004
The Choice
Foolishness
shrieks cold
drowned in the oceans
of hot dust
by displaced souls
if Love and
Salvation forsaken
:Bobby Nichols 2-19-2004
Scourge
Trees abruptly end
Nature in ruin dies where
course the paths of men
:Bobby Nichols 2-19-2004
Mountain Lake
Pristine mounts on high
Snowcapped marching to the shore
Lake glass reflecting
:Bobby Nichols 2-19-2004
" Moratorium "... Awaiting God's Kingdom... this poem was late by 10 minutes - missed the deadline of 9:00 p.m. EST. I was vacillating with this version and a darker version, the indecision time consuming, as well as the edit.
" The Choice "... We have a choice... my take.
" Scourge "... a Haiku: I'm not a 'Green' person, but I do respect nature and am continually appalled at what 'we' are doing to nature... this poem a 'bit of tid' from my mind set.
" Mountain Lake "... a Haiku: Purdy lake between purdy mountains... PURDY !
Took a flu/cold relief Advil pill a moment ago... bed to follow !
Adjö så länge !!!
C'ya.
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
" Excellence is to do a common thing in an uncommon way. "
--Booker T. Washington... a link !!!
Late night poetry and surfing while it's quiet... shhhhhhhhhhhh !
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
Ad Astra...
The stars wait
never to be crossed
lest we go beyond
the need for
space-time
:Bobby Nichols 2-18-2004
The Garden Path... Not
The garden's path wends
much too uninspiredly laid
I seek the obscure
:Bobby Nichols 2-17-2004
" Ad Astra... "... well, it 'sounded' good... a bit of the Sci-Fi reading rubbing off on me or must be reading to much into " Strings and Things "... a link !!! ( also on sidebar over ---> that way ---> ) ... String and Super-String Theory is WAY over my head, but fascinating just the same.
" The Garden Path... Not "... a Haiku: I do not wish to be " led down the garden path ", though a trite colloquial expression... true. I'd rather take the offbeat path in search of treasures unplanned and hitherto unexplored. As a child I loved to wander the environs beyond our home... ( my Grandfather Nichols' house on N.W. 107th street where I and my parents and two brothers and two sisters lived when Grandpa moved to Alaska after the death of my Grandmother Nina in '55, in Seattle )... to Carkeek Park: Link-1... Link-2... Link-3... you get the idea. At this time in my wanderings... let's see in 1962, before we moved out of this idyllic paradise, I was 8-years of age and younger, usually wandering with my friend Paul, a year older than I, or my brother Jim ( grudgingly - he a year younger than I ) or mostly by myself. Gullies and streams and nettles and skunk-cabbage and willows and trains and an old tugboat? inland on someone's private property ( who never knew we played in it ) and the shoreline bedecked with squirting cherry-stone clams and the sand sometimes getting so hot ( yes, even in Seattle ) that you didn't want to be barefoot in the sand and star fish and shells and driftwood and rocks and
GOD ! WHAT A GREAT TIME AND PLACE TO BE A KID !!!... but I digress... NOT !My brain babblith over... post this puppy !
Adieu, mes amis !!!
C'ya.
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
" Words can be like baseball bats when used maliciously. "
--Sidney Madwed...
( too true )
A-Rod's officially a Yankee !!!... World Series here we come !!!! ( sorry Boston ! )
$150.00 USD, choke!-gasp! for two (2) tires for Gail's van... needed to be done - metal found to be showing on both front tires. Robbing Peter to pay Paul.
Richard has a day off. He's babysitting Ashley and David. Gail has the 'day off' from babysitting.
In-laws, Candy and Larry home from their Arizona trip. Gail's relieved, I'm sure.
Gail gave " Poop " ( Maddy ), her dog, a bath.
Storm coming in. When Gail and I were in Diamond Springs there was a two minute hail fall. Awfully warm for that ! Expect a good rain tonight... not the " Seattle sunshine " we've had lately.
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
Forever... Love
On this moonless shore
Awkwardly
a shared desire found
Their first hot kiss
Delicious, assuring
Forever... love
:Bobby Nichols 2-17-2004
Not a Trophy
Stalking through the brush
Quarry found - caribou buck
... not camera shy
:Bobby Nichols 2-17-2004
" Forever... Love "... awkward to assuring...
" Not a Trophy "... a Haiku: inspiration photo of a beautiful creature, a caribou I believe, full rack of antlers, unafraid...
I'm home alone for a bit... quiet here... 'cept for the dogs barking.
Hasta la vista !!!
C'ya.
Monday, February 16, 2004
" Fear of failure must never be a reason not to try something. "
--Frederick Smith
Went to church ( LDS ) on Sunday... ride from one of the LDS members. Sat in on a 'men's' meeting and another about Gospel principles. My social anxiety simmering... but over-all a good visit for worship.
BLOG, Da Boards, fed the horses, poetry, tagged along with Gail as she fed her Mother's dogs and sundry creatures. No school for grandson David on Monday...
Sincerity and hilarity on Da Boards... a link !!!
Called my Mom... Bob answered the phone. Mom's gallivanting around with two good female friends ( ex-stewardesses from SAS, Norway, I believe ) near some ski resort 40 miles from Anchorage. Bob said her health is fine... and he sounded well also... he actually chatted a bit.
Mother-in-law's critical updates for Windows XP are finally finished ( 20+ MBytes )... ran some spyware progs... need to add a missing file to SpywareBlaster later. Candy and Larry, my in-laws have been visiting Gail's sister, Glenda, in Lake Havasu City, Arizona, and are taking a side trip to Mexico. Hope they get a chance to stop by Las Vegas on the way back home ( driving ). I loved Las Vegas... went there twice for business in the late '80's, another life-time ago, and had a blast.
Added a collection of some of my most recent poems ( and one from 6/8/2003 ) as a page to the side bar... and made some minor edits to the BLOG template. Made a nice tiled .gif as a background for the poetry collection page that I'm happy with. Tidied up the HTML... a link !!! by pasting in the URL I had on FTP and then viewing the NEW tidy HTML using the right click function " View Source "... a great little online utility found on http://cgi.w3.org/cgi-bin/tidy .
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
Everything !
Oh how vain...
naive, I must be
a longing to
behold all that
is inconceivable
and good
:Bobby Nichols 2-16-2004
Pensive Wont
I channel myself
a child intent on the shore
thoughts viewed in situ
:Bobby Nichols 2-16-2004
" Everything ! "... I want to know everything !... 'cept the bad stuff... I'll trust to God what is revealed.
" Pensive Wont "... a Haiku: a photo of a child sitting on the sand at a beach watching the low breakers arrive... sunny day... gulls milling about... more longing for me.
Vi snakkes !!!
C'ya.
Sunday, February 15, 2004
" Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination. "
--Christian Nevell Bovee
Another good quotation: " Faith is the refusal to panic. " --David Martyn Lloyd-Jones...
Ashley arrived home crying in pain after the ice show. A terrible ear-ache has her in its grasp.
Gail's critical updates for Windows XP are finally finished... started on my Mother-in-law's computer.
Brother-in-law Kenny having a problem with his computer CD ROM drive. He's going to drop it off Sunday for me to have a look-see. He also mentioned he found some Top Raman noodles inside the tower... hmmmmmmm...
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
Repose
A bench
in the shadows
of the mimosa tree
a shimmering quiet found
a delicious serenity
:Bobby Nichols 2-14-2004
Panic Attack
The road closes in
my vertigo runs rampant
skewed aspect indeed
:Bobby Nichols 2-15-2004
" Repose "... Poem finished on the 14th... and submitted on the 15th... for consideration on the 16th ! I love Mimosa trees... a close 2nd after Dogwood trees.
" Panic Attack "... a Haiku: The scene given... a country dirt road, flanked by trees in springtime. The road narrowing to a point in the distance toward the center of the scene. My first impression was of a closing in as I get with 'Panic Attacks' when I drive, hence the title. I love to drive... not having a vehicle at my beck and call hurts. But the vertiginous feelings I do get when the attacks occur, when I get a chance to drive, scare the living hell out of me. I wrote a poem 6/8/2003 of a trip Gail and I took to Reno, Nevada, that included a few lines on the disorder I faced at that time, in a relatively humorous fashion. www.nomorepanic.co.uk/coping.htm is a link to a site that may help one with 'Panic Attacks'.
Hasta sa masunod atong pagkita !!!
C'ya.
Saturday, February 14, 2004
" To love at all is to be vulnerable. "
--C.S. Lewis
Happy Valentines Day !!!
Happy Valentines Day !!!
Received a Valentines Card from Mom in the mail... Ashley quickly took possession. Thank You Mom !!!
Daughter Chrissy and her husband Richard and their daughter Ashley to see " Disney on Ice " at the Arco Arena tonight. The show is apparently about the Disney " Princesses ", so Ashley has a lovely Princess outfit on. My grandson David stayed home with Gail and I, but will go next week to a motorcycle rally.
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
Ego
Dream and reality
manifested in causality
contains one's self
replacing non-existence
:Bobby Nichols 2-14-2004
On the Bayou
I squint my eyes tight
see a witch on broom in flight
trees reflect bayou
:Bobby Nichols 2-14-2004
" Ego "... welllllllllllllllll... that's what 'spoke' to me as I stare at the 'tiles' given.
" On the Bayou "... a Haiku: A bayouesque setting was used for inspiration... Trees reflecting off the water, blue sky, water coursing. As nothing really came to mind I tried to 'see' outside the teserect of limitations, actually squinting my eyes to re-image the picture. At that, I then see the large end of a broom framed by blue with a hint of something further up the 'broomstick'... different !!!
'Iorana !!!
C'ya.
Friday, February 13, 2004
" I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work. "
--Thomas Edison
Feeling down in the dumps most of the day, slight head-ache... feeling better now. Da Boards, email ( backlogged e-mail down to about 20 !!! ), poetry, research, Fed the horses, Bible study, met with the LDS Elders for about an hour.
Ashley still sick... Chrissy stayed home. Grandkids still wound up at 10:30 p.m. PST.
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
Aftermath
Foul ruins
Hearts of dung preying
on the flesh of tears
... shattered, harried
Death desired
:Bobby Nichols 2-13-2004
Vine
Vermillion leaves
as tears cascade to ruin
Flourishing enniche
:Bobby Nichols 2-13-2004
" Aftermath "... the worst of society preying on the weak or mis-fortuned amongst social decay ( or conflagaration... I guess ).
" Vine "... a Haiku: pretty much tells the whole story... a vine of orange-red leaves growing in a tiny crack in stone ( or possibly out of an out-of-focus tree ).
e-mail to my brother Robin:
I've received the printer... Thank you very much for the gift. The box is beautiful ! Next I'll explore the contents and set 'er up. Already thinking of projects and stuff to do. I was so excited when the FedEx duder drove up that I unnerved him a bit.
Yeah... ink doesn't grow on trees... yet. Genentech, Inc., is working on that right now as I type. They promise it will also be a good source of vitamin C... and create world peace ( if the world leaders will all take an IV drip every quarter ). Cool !!!!
Thank you and God bless you and yours,
http://bobbynichols.blogspot.com/
Thank you and God bless you and yours,
http://bobbynichols.blogspot.com/
Rom.bedah, bedah !!!
C'ya.
Thursday, February 12, 2004
" The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it. "
--Omar Khayyam
Omar Khayyam should have used a word processor... or am I missing the point ?
Ashley is sick. The little darling miserable and coughing. She went with my daughter, Chrissy, to her work and then went to the doctor when help arrived.
Gail off with her friend Karen today... should make for a good 'girl's day out'... a chance to yak away... away.
Continued updating Windows XP on Gail's computer... takes bloody forever !
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
Fulfilment
Empty days not found
where love
and laughter
fills the void
:Bobby Nichols 2-11-2004
Prayer
My prayers
to God
soft-spokenly said
reflect His love
warm Light
living in me
:Bobby Nichols 2-12-2004
Tropical Depression
Palmed islets witness
Tropical moodiness change
Dark storm gathering
:Bobby Nichols 2-11-2004
Alpine Spring
Springtime blossoms nigh
Blue lake placid as the sky
Alpen mountains shine
:Bobby Nichols 2-12-2004
" Fulfilment "... this poem probably the most difficult for me to discern from the 'tiles' given. Of course not finding any peace and quiet anywhere didn't help.
" Prayer "... had to re-do from scratch because someone had to use the phone and the first submission was lost... need broadband !!!
" Tropical Depression "... a Haiku: inspiration given by a photo with palm fronds above framing the sky a bit, the view overlooking some small islands with more palms on them... the sky dark and threatening except a bit of light illuminating through nearby dense white clouds in the above center sky.
" Alpine Spring "... a Haiku: White flowers in the foreground overlooking an azure lake nestled in an Alpine setting; the sky an amazing blue.
Doskoro !!!
C'ya.
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
" We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth. "
--John F. Kennedy
E-mailed a member of the El Dorado Writers' Guild for info and received a prompt e-mail back with said info... cool ! Perhaps I can make a meeting.
My response to my brother Robin on a confirmation order for a printer he's sending me:
Whoa... Dude !!!!
A waiting
W ith
E xtreme
S ystaltic
O pen-
M outhed
E xitation
! ... Dude !!!!
( shouting down the hallway ): Hey Gail... look what my Bro's sending me !!!
Whoa... Dude !!!!
No... I don't have to mow his lawn or nothin'... Coooooooooool !!!
Whoa... Dude !!!!...
Time to check out the daily poetry contest for tomorrow...
Mbae mi lukem yu !!!
C'ya.
" Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye. "
--H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
No walk yesterday... I was so bent that the horses were already fed and someone neglected to tell me... that I didn't take the walk. It's a small matter, but I have to gather the hay and walk it down the hill to the lower pasture only to lug it back up the hill on the discovery... blah blah blah. Once I had regained my composure I realized that it was a favor done... the communication just failed. The walk would have been therapeutic in retrospect.
Stayed up all night... Googling, BLOGGING, Poetry, and Da Boards.
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
Dysphoria
Devouring hope
primal trappings
of death wait
inside my mind
Dark and cold
a dreamscape
of shadows
:Bobby Nichols 2-10-2004
Shallow Fording
The stream humour bent
Provides the stepstones slippy
A soaking proffer'd
:Bobby Nichols 2-10-2004
More warm and fuzzy poems... " Dysphoria " is the state of ABNORMAL depression... 'nuff said about that ! Were the 'tiles' darker than usual ?
" Shallow Fording " , a Haiku, is a whimsical piece... the stream in this case offering its own stones to the casual who wish to cross, only to wish the unsuspecting a slippery soaking for their efforts. We have just such a stream not far from home that I have experience with.
Ugh ! Typos in yesterday's Haiku !! "streatch" instead of stretch and "tendral" for tendril... poetic license indeed. I'll edit when I install the poem on the collection page that is in the works.
Family awake... best to post.
Cuio mae !!!
C'ya.
Monday, February 09, 2004
" A closed mind is a dying mind "
--Edna Ferber, writer
No school for David today... which means little peace for anyone else for the better part of the day. No car seat left out for Gail to take Ashley ride-about in the van to tire our grandchild out for napping... no gas in the van if a seat was available.
Sunny cooool day today... I may take a walk.
Gail's pain still bad.
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
There... 'their they're'
Men stumble
soulless in darkness...
broken, lost
Shadows of the damned city
Desperation pulses
in its foundations
:Bobby Nichols 2-9-2004
Ethereal Waterscape
Dew'd fingers streatch nigh
Toward rushing moonlit brook
Tendral mists wander
:Bobby Nichols 2-9-2004
Another warm fuzzy poem and warm fuzzy Haiku. The Haiku scene for inspiration an ethereal photo of a stream gliding past tree branches streatched out like fingers bathed in dew toward the rushing watercourse, itself steaming in mist, shined by moonlight. Actually... just another excuse to use the word DUDE ( Dew'd ) in another context... LOL ! . I just hope dew'd counts as one sylabibble... I found the spelling in a Tennyson poem, " The Lotos-Eaters ", a link !... I had thought the word spelled dewwed, but all my dictionaries failed me, in the poetic sense. I ended up googling the word 'dew'd' as I thought it must then be spelled, and found Lord Tennyson's poem... a surfing treasure found ! The photo must certainly be from Tennyson's
" Lotos-land ".
The poem " There... 'their they're' "... another 'poetic noir'... I don't know if it conveys hell... or any number of large cities I've visited, perhaps both. The poem easier to write than title. Then I recalled a quote from yore...
" There is no there there " from Gertrude Stein when she referred to Oakland. The homeless, perhaps... a testimony to existence, however meager and nightmarish. I've gone through various permutations of the three words and grudgingly latched on to the title as it is ( now quit changing it... man ! ).
The grandkid's dad, Richard is home...
Yo manymak !!!
C'ya.
" Reality is that which,
when you stop believing in it,
doesn't go away. "
--Philip K. Dick
A magnitude 6.5 earthquake IN IRIAN JAYA, INDONESIA has occurred at:
3.71S 135.22E Depth 10km Sun Feb 8 08:58:49 2004 UTC...
... Indonesia still getting hammered... a link !
Sunday... three laps, briskly, around the high school track with my daughter Chrissy and grandkids accompanying... Chrissy doing four laps ( briskly ) pushing Ashley in a stroller and David putzing around on his bicycle. Track still kinda' muddy from a recent rain.
Discussion on Da Boards... " Are computers smarter than people "... my 2¢ included.
Tried to help my Mother-in-law with her DVD player, but no use... the installation disk somewhere in South Dakota in a box. Finding a driver on the net proved most ludicrous. I did install Free AVG anti-virus and scanned... but as my father-in-law said, quite succinctly, " how could she get a virus if all she does is play solitary ? "... wise man in this, he. Also ran a " Belarc Advisor " printout for future troubleshooting or info for her computer.
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
The Key
The very desire for love
is the key to the soul
An obligation lost
to none
:Bobby Nichols 2-8-2004
MesaVista2
Painted layered rock
Canyon carved by ancient hand
River winds below
:Bobby Nichols 2-8-2004
The 'tiles' were skewed toward the metaphysical in the poem offering I call simply " The Key " ... words like omneity (twice) and priesthood and salvation and determinism and prerequisite... yikes !... I stayed with the 25¢ words - not being up to using $5 and $10 words in a composition limited to 20 'tiles' of words or word fragments.
The Haiku " MesaVista2 " ... another view of what appears to be the Grand Canyon in Arizona, USA... the best I could come up with... I must do better !
Post this sucka and back to Da Boards !
Kgiay hatromi !!!
C'ya.
Saturday, February 07, 2004
" The man who has no imagination has no wings. "
--Muhammed Ali
Mom's got high-speed internet cable... FREE... I'm speechless !!! Need to call and e-mail her and stuff.
Friday... 2004/02/07 02:42 M 7.1 IRIAN JAYA, INDONESIA Z= 10km 4.00S 135.05E...Irian Jaya Earthquakes... the second of two greater than 7.0 on the Richter scale very close together within a week. More in the 5.0 range on Saturday.
K. Hines e-mailed me from Germany(?) and said hi... Guten Tag ! back at'cha. Nothing in the body of the e-mail and no attachments to open ( not that I'd open any attachments I'm not expecting ).
Someone or something has injured some of my baby trees... sigh.
Bad hair-day all day Saturday.
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
AfterGlow
She sighed...
desire spent
Passion
delicious loving
found
:Bobby Nichols 2-7-2004
Gossamer Dreams Interlude
Falls cascade bathed in
ethereal light misting
Faeries intercourse
:Bobby Nichols 2-7-2004
About time to check for tomorrows poetry contest...
Prošaikua !!!
C'ya.
Thursday, February 05, 2004
" Style is knowing who you are,
what you want to say,
and not giving a damn. "
Gore Vidal
Another Gore Vidal quote: " Write something, even if it's just a suicide note. "... so here I go...
Fed the horses and was treated to a show... the Canadian geese that usually stay the winter here-abouts, (4) this year, took off from just past our lower pasture in single file flight honking their hearts out. Beautiful creatures.
Gail's shoulder hurting her big time today... the two surgeries in the past not helping a wit.
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
FireStorm
Choking... I struggle
lest burned
Flames blazing
dancing in the wind
No chance remains...
end.
:Bobby Nichols 2-5-2004
Tubular !
I, rathe surfer spy
Waters yet unsullied swell
Gnarly forth Dude, I
:Bobby Nichols 2-5-2004
Submitted the poems rather late today with (30) minutes to spare... the cut off time is 12:00 a.m. EST.
Two poems with polar opposite themes... " FireStorm ", a futile race from death most charnal... I felt compelled to punctuate the last line 'end' with a closing period.
The Haiku poem, " Tubular ! ", a cry of exuberant life... the scenic inspiration yet another seascape... cool !
Full moon out tonight... Orion visibly dimmer. May break out the binoculars for a better look-see.
Later... Dude(s) / Dudette(s) !!!
C'ya.
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
" The most potent muse of all
is our own inner child. "
--Stephen Nachmanovitch
With regards to 'what's inner child'... coincidentally: Ashley to the hospital... put paper up her nose... Gail S C R E A M I N G at me that it's my fault ? 'cause I'm on the computer while she's outside and the grandkids, Ashley and David, are watching cartoons. One, or both of us, needs Prozac. Raise the family alert level back up to Orange. My inner child needs a hug.
Gail was nice enough to feed her horses, for once, before all the drama.
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
Anagoge
Each life reads like
a treasured book found
Each day a new page
inspired by The Lord
:Bobby Nichols 2-4-2004
The Coast
Azure sea tranquil...
lapping sands of bronzed hills
Proximity yearned
:Bobby Nichols 2-4-2004
The first poem is but what I discerned from the tiles allotted. The Haiku " The Coast " is my heartfelt longing for the ocean. A photo was shown to give inspiration to the writer... I left out the joy in exploring the dunes of sand and niches of low tide treasures amongst the tide pools... throwing driftwood into the surf... smelling the salt air tang in the chill of ocean spray.. the kittiwakes and sandpipers capering about on land and sea and air... avoiding the morass of kelp, heaped deep along the tideline... wandering serenely along the beach... catching glimpses of seals and sea-lions and if one very lucky, whales... collecting sand dollars and shells and bright shiny pebbles... smelling the woodsmoke of bonfires made for warmth and meal preparation... my inner child truly at peace.
I but wait...
Ñakum ñiway !!!
C'ya.
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
" You can always trust your inner feelings
'cause they always tell the truth
Where did it get you, then your analyzing
Just do what feels right for you "
" MAKE IT REAL "... Scorpions... a link !!!
from the album" ANIMAL MAGNETISM "
Lyrics: Herman Rarebell...
Music: Rudolf Schenker
Many of the lyrics from the 'Scorpions' strike a chord upon my heart strings... the compositions entwined with their driving rock style... incredible.
For those that missed the ads for the Super Bowl... a link ! or at http://www.ifilm.com/?sctn=collections&pg=superbowl2004 courtesy of " ifilm "... more 'stuff' too !
Updates up the wazzoo for the past week or so: Microsoft: IE6 and XP... AdAware... Spybot... AVG personal anti-virus. Da Boards... tant mieux !!!
Richard's home due to rain... quality time for he and Ashley, and David when he is done with school.
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
Making Love with You...
Heart stirring
I am become desire
loving growing hotter
proud
soft silky wings spread
delicious feeling
spent within
:Bobby Nichols 2-3-2004
Stand of Trees
Dizzyingly high
Staring skyward the trees bare
Hydra-like standing
:Bobby Nichols 2-2-2004
" Making Love with You... "... be calm my racing heart !
" Stand of Trees " is another Haiku poem... a vision from the ground amongst a stand of bare trees, the perspective bringing the tree tops toward the center of focus, the trees akin to sea hydras.
Entre nous... adieu !!!
C'ya.
Monday, February 02, 2004
" Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts. "
--Blaise Pascal
Eloquence: The quality of language causing one to be moved by words.
" Groundhog Day "... obscure holiday... interesting movie.
Da boards, fed the horses, poetry creation/reading, recreational reading, listened to some music, news perusal, sufin' the net...
It's bloody raining. Snow down to about 3000 feet in Volcanoville ( 'bout 900 meters )... We're at about 2200 feet ( 'bout 670 meters ) elevation. Seems much too warm to snow.
Richard, my son-in-law, fixed the wood-stove smoking issue... top vent screen mucked up and not screening.
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
" Not the End !!! "
My arse exchanged
For world survival ?
But thoughts deranged !!
I chortle !
:Bobby Nichols 2-1-2004
The Artist
I rework
the canvasses painted
of pale blue lives
crimson hearts desperate
Heavenly Love
not beyond reach
:Bobby Nichols 2-2-2004
" Not the End " a farcical piece... enjoyed the light imagery... by NO means any religious context. " The Artist " is, however, meant to be a pious offering... but needs a bit more polish before I commit to artwork... again, constrained by the 20 'tile' limit for the daily contest. Looking forward to tonight's 'jumble'.
To the LDS church for another video, ride courtesy of a neighbor up the road.
Chicken catch-a-tory for dinner, augmented with a pastrami sandwich with mayo and dijon mustard.
Super Bowl... snore / half-time show... bore ( including the so-called inadvertent titillation - yawn ! ) / commercials... not enough (?), and not up to past Super Bowl quality.
Deew boz geno !!!
C'ya.
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