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Friday, April 30, 2004

" God knows the feelings in every human heart. He can soften sorrow and lead when there seems to be no light. Prayer can give guidance and confidence. It reminds us that no one need be alone in this world. If all else fails, remember, God and one other person can be a family. "

--Elder Marvin J. Ashton... a link !

More from Elder Marvin J. Ashton: " Pleasure usually takes the form of me and now; joy is us and always. " and " You can never get enough of the things you don't need, because the things you don't need can never satisfy. " and " Being of good cheer makes it possible for us to turn all of our sunsets into sunrises. "

Bummed... hence the preponderance of blue. Elder Thompson has been re-assigned... Not enough words... not enough words. Elder Talbot ??? I will finish " The Book of Mormon " 'prolly' tonight... leaving the index to peruse at leisure. Next ?

More changing in the BLOG format done. Left justified my links finally... right justified just looked so raggedy. A few font changes and tweeks... nothing to hoot about... just tried to clean up the look a bit.

Gail passed her retest for Vocational Rehab about Property Management with an ( 87% ) !!! Gail accomplished this task all by herself ! Next hurdle, cringe !!!, accounting !

My old watch pooped out. A post that held the band on actually broke off. So... off to K-Mart where I found a watch for $ 4.95 USD ( plus tax ) that was neither too garish nor unseemly. I asked the attendant if she could put my old twisty-flex band on the new watch... and no problem ! Cool !!!

Got in my long walk ( 2+ ) miles ( approx 3.5 km ). My left arch is still giving me grief... I may look for a cushioning insert or such.

I'm zero for three ( 0/3 ) on the " Call For Help " daily quiz lately... wazzup ? They be tricksy... they be ! One question I thought I nailed with 100% certainty had to do with " what is the all-time best selling movie sound-track/album ". " Saturday Night Fever " had  been the champ ( my choice ) for years... but has since been usurped by " The Bodyguard "... go figger !!! I still like Dolly Parton's rendition of " I Will Always Love You " better/best.

I missed the deadline for Thursday's entry, so I'm not constrained by the " twenty " rule. The 'tiles' led me thus... at the risk of being presumptuous or nescient... more a primer than a poem. Dedicated to Elder E. Thompson and Elder Talbot, my mentors:


We were first with the Father, heavenly beings... untested

Our earthly existence begins veiled from before, as lives barefoot in the wilderness twilight

Our mortal test lies through agency, a gift given bound in His infinite wisdom and love

Obeisance to His word will guide the faithful, and His light will reveal to the worthy the path to immortality with the Father once more... the way laid down through Jesus Christ's atonement

As it begins, so must it end, and Jesus Christ will have the final judgment over all

:Bobby Nichols 4-29-2004

My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:

The Orange Rose

A dewed orange rose

appears sculptured... born anew

A dove bursts forth sweet

:Bobby Nichols 4-30-2004

" Primer  "... A primer... my humble understanding of past lessons... much more there is to the tale !

" The Orange Rose  "... a Haiku: The poem pretty much tells the tale.

Adieu !!!


Thursday, April 29, 2004




" What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality ? "

--Elizabeth Barrett Browning, poet... a link ! in a letter to Mary Russell Mitford.

Not sure I understand the above quote... but then I'm no genius... a link !!! " ... the power of expressing a new individuality. " or, from definition: a new " distinct personality of an individual regarded as a persisting entity " ( Reference: )... no, that didn't help ! Maybe the art of having, but not exhibiting multiple personalities... no that doesn't work either ! Let's try Google: No joy there ! Perhaps an analogy... a performer of some ilk who, though unassuming otherwise, might become 'another person' or character of great renown through their craft. No, still not quite there. Perhaps, merely the exceptional intellectual/societal growth of an individual, which if differentiated from one point in time to another, of not a small length of time, might denote or show a change in persona ( not the " Jungian 'facade' " model ). I actually have no idea what any of that means. I'm still not sure I understand the above quote. Perhaps the context might be gathered from the letter(s)... man, is it getting a bit deep in here !

More from Elizabeth Barrett Browning: " The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul. " and " I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless. " and " But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath ! "

Warm and a bit of a breeze for Wednesday... I thought it would get much hotter than it actually did get... delightful! Allergies not too bad.

Did a wee bit of mowing the grass... until the gas ran out. Moved some hay... my back is already beginning to complain.

Gail's pains worse... the lack of strength in her arm caused her to more injury recently. She has a new prescription for pain, now, that she says helps a bit.

My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:


                   Busied in dreams...

                   staring with indifference

                   at dying

                   My very being

                   grasping electric streams...

                   now wakened

                   :Bobby Nichols 4-28-2004

                   A Father's Blessing

        Angels of light tend

        to one's walk through earthly life

        A Father's blessing

        :Bobby Nichols 4-28-2004

" REMote  "... REM being the state of sleep one generally dreams in. 'remote' being distant in time or space or apart... inaccessible. 'Electric streams' the dynamic flow of electrons through axons, neural activity. 'now wakened' referring to newly created synaptic pathways... maybe. Merely another warm and fuzzy poem about absolutely nothing... composed with Taffy-doodles ( cat ) stretched upon my desk... who twitches vigorously when dreaming ! I probably put more thought, as sometimes is the case, into the title than the poem.

" A Father's Blessing  "... a Haiku: Black and white photo of a girl walking through a park... with the sun filtering through the trees so that an Angel seems to be manifesting from the light, just above.



Wednesday, April 28, 2004

" Only great souls know the grandeur there is in charity. "

--Jacques BéNigne Bossuet... a link !

More from Jacques BéNigne Bossuet: " The worst derangement of the spirit is to believe things because we want them to be so, not because we have seen them for what they are. " and " The greatest weakness of all is the great fear of appearing weak. "

Warm and sunny day on Sunday... I did get a short walk in before and after church. The Wadsworth's, again, very graciously gave me a ride to church and back.

Monday had Sacramento at 98° Fahrenheit ( nearly 37° C )... if I recall correctly it's the first recorded 90°+ day for an April date for Sacramento ever. Hot here too... at least 90° Fahrenheit. Tuesday nearly as hot as Monday... more of the same Wednesday... with a cooling trend anticipated. The down side to this great weather is that fire season has a very early start this year.

Fireside meeting at the Mormon Center in Folsom/Rancho Cordova/Sacramento with a member of the (70), Elder Christenson (sp?), among the speaking. The center will be the location of the new Temple serving the greater Sacramento area... soon to break ground. The talk was geared towards those who were investigating our faith or those, like myself, who had recently joined the church. Very large gathering... very inspirational.

Gail took some pictures of my Daughter's place with my cheapy Kodak EZ200 digital camera... now that repairs and renovations and additions are near complete. I will download the digital images and do some editing ( see IrfanView note further down !!! ) so I can email some pix to family... and save for posterity. Maybe I'll put some on the BLOG later... we'll see.

Been getting many Earthquakes above 5.0 Richter... earthquake alerts... a link !!!... regarding Vanuatu... a link !!!.. in a volcanic island region formerly call The New Hebrides, that is touted for its vacation spots... another link !!!... the latest a 5.7 Richter scale event. The first link is courtesy of the CIA.GOV ( USA ) website... though updated in 2003 some of the info a bit more outdated. Other Pacific locations getting hit hard as well... California with its usual flood of small quakes.

IrfanView 3.9, its latest update, is out !!! My choice for image manipulation... and it's freeware !!! Don't forget to download the plug-ins !!!

A few additions and changes to the BLOG.

My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:


                   Delicate shining dewdrops

                   hanging gems of light

                   Myriads shower softly

                   off silky pine needles

                   A summer morning splendor

                   :Bobby Nichols 4-24-2004


        A divided sky

        Gloom of storm oppresses nigh

        Heaven's bow protects

        :Bobby Nichols 4-24-2004


        Youthful tiger stares,

        Zoo bound from a tree crook snug,

        Upon danger... we

        :Bobby Nichols 4-25-2004

                   The Bay at Dusk

        Serene bay... dusk plays

        Scarlet and mauve mood appears

        Surreal in scope

        :Bobby Nichols 4-28-2004

" Dewdrops  "... Though the 'tiles' sparse I was quite pleasantly surprised to " find " this poem within... within. The last word of the poem begs to be " delight "... instead of " splendor ", but " delight " not available 'tile' wise. The poem might be lessened with the change... if I were to decide upon editting... hmmmmmmmm.

" Rainbow  "... a Haiku: The photo for inspiration depicts a stand of trees in daylight below a sky starkly divided by a rainbow... dark and gloomy above pressing down... and a sky of blue below to the rainbow. I might hazard that the photo was re-touched... but I do not know.

" Tiger  "... a Haiku: 'Bound' by limits at the zoo or headed for the zoo, either interpretation valid... not necessarily 'bound' as in tied up nor constipated nor...

" The Bay at Dusk  "... a Haiku: The photo shows the small near section of shore black... the water nearby with wisps of 'cat's paws' of a mauve color reflected from the upper sky festooned with cirrus and a few lone cumulus clouds... the center of the photo with perhaps just a hint of the sun's last gasp turning the horizon's sky of stratus clouds and reflected water to scarlet... very beautiful.

Pob hwyl !!!


Friday, April 23, 2004

" There's only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that's your own self. "

--Aldous Huxley... a link !

More from Aldous Huxley: " After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. " and " Facts don't cease to exist because they are ignored. " and " Nobody can have the consolations of religion or philosophy unless he has first experienced their desolations. "

I opened my new Gmail account with Google ( beta )... will check it out soonest.

By the time I post this it will be my brother Robin's (45)th birthday...

Happy Birthday Robin !!!

I wasn't too happy with the anagrams from his name... the letters " j " and " b " are most unkind to anagram creation. Each line an anagram... and I tried to make some kind of story line with like anagrams grouped... but here we go:

In oily ranch jobs

Carbon joys nihil

Ol' canny Irish job

I clannish joy orb

O, I jib horny clans !!!

Loch's brain in joy

O, join briny clash

An holy crib joins

Binary joins Loch

Bonny jail's choir

Oh ! In lyric banjos !!!

O, richly in banjos !

Shiny coronal jib

Silicon bra Johny !!!

Jar nil... boyish con !

Joy's choral in bin

I conjoin brashly !

Holy Jinni's cobra !!!

I, Jinn, ash by color

A horsy Jinni bloc

Cloy boarish Jinn

Scholar Jinni-boy

Synch Raj loin obi

Beautiful day Thursday... upper '70's Fahrenheit ( 24° to 26° C ) at home... and possibly low '80's in Sacramento. Blue skies and light breeze... allergies not acting up much at all !!! The Sierra's shining in the distance with still quite a bit of snow.

Elders ( LDS ) dropped by for a quick lesson... a re-iteration of lessons past on the function of the church and the priesthood. I'm on 3 Nephi 16 in my reading ( TBoM ).

My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:



                   light tortured

                   Lasing hot

                   as a

                   sun born

                   :Bobby Nichols 4-23-2004


        Evil roots exposed

        Lie not in thy purse of coin

        but in thy soul bent

        :Bobby Nichols 4-21-2004

                   Immanent Domain

        T'was cold reflection

        Thoughts rack through icy veils glare

        Dreading portal lost

        :Bobby Nichols 4-22-2004


        Were I not alone

        Would my self remain... remain...


        :Bobby Nichols 4-22-2004

" Singularity  "... A bit deep into physics, or into what I think  happens when photons are plunged into the abyss of a black hole ( singularity ). Or... perhaps someone else's perception of a 'ray-gun' blast ? The 'tiles' again most unkind and but a few for selection.

" Roots  "... a Haiku: A multitude of roots of a tree exposed from an erosion of some sort the picture for inspiration.

" Immanent Domain  "... a Haiku: NOT " eminent domain ". 'Immanent' being a thought process performed entirely within the mind ( cognition as an example). 'Rack' in this instance: torment emotionally or mentally. The photo was of an ice cave with icicles near the mouth of a fog veiled entrance. My imagery ( pardon my ignorance ) that of a comatose being trying to find their way back... or as in the lyrics from Depeche Mode's " Comatose ": " Comatose, almost... You've got me dreaming... Slipping in... And Sliding out... Of conscious feeling ".

" Étude  "... a Haiku: The picture for inspiration was a black and white photo of a woman sitting on a wooded lake/river bank... the sunlight reflections broken up into a myriad of diamond-like sparkles before her. 'Infelicitous' - being unhappy or causing unhappiness. The title " Étude  " generally a musical term... a short solo composition of a musical instrument... the word just came to me ( epiphany ? ) and seemed to fit. I know very little about music... poco-poco... picopico. One of my greatest fantasies is/was to play a guitar ala Page or Clapton... unfortunately, I've never played guitar at all.

Esghaghlleqamken !!!


Tuesday, April 20, 2004

" Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit. "

--Henry Brooks Adams... a link ! (1838-1918)

Grandson of John Quincy Adams, Henry Brooks Adams was an US historian, author ( Pulitzer prize for " Education of Henry Adams " )... possibly an ancestor of mine. Also by Henry Brooks Adams: " Philosophy: unintelligible answers to insoluble problems. " and " A friend in power is a friend lost. "

Blue Men group... Venus Hum... Dave Mathews: all on a free-for-view on the telly in the same show. Most impressive ! Mostly high energy rock with LOTS of percussion. Gail even enjoyed the show !

Allergies alleviated a bit... rain a few days... mostly in the form of " Seattle Sunshine ".

My daughter's trailer lookin' good. Luckily, all the outside work was completed before the rains came.

My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:


                   Know ye !

                   That hope is

                   found in Prayer

                   Love is upon you

                   knowing He

                   :Bobby Nichols 4-20-2004

                   Dark Days

        Dark clouds gathering

        The day already sunless

        What portent forebodes ?

        :Bobby Nichols 4-20-2004

                   Bunnies !

        White ravenous beast

        assails the lone red flower

        Beware of bunnies !

        :Bobby Nichols 4-20-2004

" Proclamation  "... I always wanted to proclaim something... and the 'tiles' allowed me thus.

" Dark Days  "... a Haiku: " portent forebodes "... redundant ? The photo for inspiration(?) was a gloomy day with dark clouds at the end of day... really perked up my spirits ! A slight typo, evidently: forbodes should have been forebodes... corrected here.

" Bunnies !  "... a Haiku: Bunnies... fear them !

Tot kijk !!!


Friday, April 16, 2004

" I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself. "
--Carl Sandburg... a link !

With regards to the above quote... I guess I'm in good company. Also by Carl Sandburg: " Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the sky. " and " Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. " and " I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it. " and " I am an idealist. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way. "

My apologies: Carpe diem = dying goldfish. ( enjoy today ? ) Did I mention I named the Grandkid's goldfish Wanda and Cosmo... after the two færies in " Fairly Odd Parents " ?... a cartoon show. Our kitties love to drink from their large aquarium... even with a water bowl set out for them... and Taffy-Doodles has begun to explore further. More than once one of the cats has taken quite a dunking.

Thought I'd relate something to another in passing that I'd remembered from the news about April 15th being noted not only for " Tax Day " in the USA, but also the anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic... ( a link ! )... little did I know that this person had lost an uncle in the sinking of the Titanic... ( Goggle search links )... and that it was still a sore issue after all these years. Though said person to whom I'd 'opened my mouth and inserted my foot' to was too young to actually remember the event, their family had never let go of the grief incurred.

Allergies !!! No rest continues !! Still no rain !

Poem(s): I managed to get a quick total of my published poems in this BLOG ( not published anywhere else... of course !!! ) and came up with over ( 120 ) total... ( 115 ) listed on the sidebar. That's maybe ( 160 ) Canadian poems or ( 12500 ) Japanese poems at the current exchange rate ... cool !

My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:

                         Apathetic Want

                   The broken shards

                   of empty desire

                   passing reflections

                   piercing my mind

                   :Bobby Nichols 4-16-2004


        I near the abyss...

        unsettled... What was that black

        diamond thingee ?

             :Bobby Nichols 4-16-2004

" Apathetic Want  "... A conflict. We all have needs, physical and/or psychological and/or spiritual, etc, that we must, somehow, balance. When two, I shan't speculate otherwise, individuals are involved the balance(s) sometime(s) become(s) spurious for many reasons... leaving one or both: hurt / confused / ___________ ( fill in the blank ). Just a poem...

" BunnySloper  "... a Haiku: Been there - done that... walked all the way down a run near Mt. Lassen... mortified... but not mort !!!

Fæstædær fendzystæm !!!


Added to side bar: More Poems3... a collection  to bring things up to date.

Good Night !!!


Thursday, April 15, 2004

" Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings. "

--William Wordsworth... a link !

Also by William Wordsworth: " The ocean is a mighty harmonist. " and " That best portion of a good man's life; His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. "... I think I like this guy !!!

Had a problem with BLOGGER not publishing on Saturday evening nor Sunday ... copied my posts in NoteTabLite. I was unable to post Happy Easter in a timely fashion due to this untimely glitch. Again... when I check tonight... I have only an apricot colored page... nothing else ? I was able to access on Tuesday and Wednesday... wonder what's up ?

Trying a method to hide my email address from spam bots found at very easy to set up and then cut and paste... cool !!! Seems to work in this BLOG fine.

Allergies !!! Rain possible Friday. Perhaps an answer to prayer... to knock the pollen out of the air.



                   Test the tempest...

                   best be prepared

                   Lest thy being...

                   zest be impaired

                   :Bobby Nichols 4-15-2004

My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:


                   Sight certainly

                   breeds desire...

                   hopes happen

                   touch tingling

                   nerves afire

                   curves crash

                   loving lasts

                   :Bobby Nichols 4-11-2004

                           My Vista

                    Far off Sierras

   Spied from 'neath the shady pines

                Home's panorama

        :Bobby Nichols 4-14-2004

                Desert Yearnings Redux

                 Spiked sentinel waits

        Mocking clouds hazarding rain

                   Desert entreating

        :Bobby Nichols 4-15-2004

" Envision  "... The 'tiles' unkind... my mind more so.

" Etre  "... " Etre " French for " To Be "... "est" ( test/best/lest/zest ) a derivative... which sounds like drivel... hence the poem. Almost named the poem " Est "... too vague ( ipse dixit ). I liken the imagery to being on a sailboat, alone, contemplating: whither the weather... whether or not.

" My Vista  "... a Haiku: Picture shown of a shady spot 'neath a pine tree, the ground a russet color from the high iron content, over-seeing the foothills gradually butting up to the mountains... my vista near to home.

" Desert Yearnings Redux  "... a Haiku: At least there are clouds now... the cactus a singular spire with but vestiges of buds. See ( 3-11-2004 )

Sanga'ay hanto !!!


Saturday, April 10, 2004

Problem with blogger ?


" The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot. "

--Salvador Dali... artist.

Also by Dali: " Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing. " and " I seated ugliness on my knee, and almost immediately grew tired of it. "

Drowsy... (5) hanky day with (2) hankies in possession. Allergies running my life... sleep but a dream.

The weather has been absolutely gorgeous, but the pollens are rampant and bourne on the light breeze everywhere. My newest plum trees with tiny fruit !

Haven't been to Da Boards in a while... must make a note to check things out.

Chrissy and Richard preparing Easter eggs for the morrow.

Elders visiting tonight.

My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:


                   Weep not...

                   the bitter season passes

                   The wind becalming

                   to a caress...

                   whispering amidst

                   willow's boughs sweet

                   :Bobby Nichols 4-10-2004

                   Desert Scapes

        Tall spired mesas

        Citadels of the desert

        Grace the bleak wasteland

        :Bobby Nichols 4-10-2004

" Melancholia  "... an allegory.

" Desert Scapes  "... a Haiku: Beautiful vista pictured of many tall thin mesas, some likened to chimneys, over-shadowing the bare scrub of vegetation... including one denuded and bleached tree from apparent sand storms.

Problem with BLOGGER ?... wouldn't post properly... try again...

Nos vemos después !!!



" As I lived up to the highest light I had, higher and higher light came to me. "

--Peace Pilgrim

Also by Peace Pilgrim: " For light I go directly to the Source of light, not to any of the reflections. " and " You are within God. God is within you. " and " No one can find inner peace except by working, not in a self- centered way, but for the whole human family. " I had never heard of her before this short research... what a great gift she had.

Throw and catch with grandkids David and Ashley the other day. Earlier my wife Gail and I and the grandkids went searching for crystals in the upper pasture with Gail's dog " Poop " lashed down with (10) lbs ( (4.53) kg ) of weight tied to the end of her leash to slow her down. " Poop's " one dog that if she isn't tied down or leashed or slowed down somehow will just take off for the hills... a real brainiac. No crystals, but some good exercise walking up the slope.

Repairs getting along on my daughter Chrissy's and her husband Richard's mobile home. I'm not handy at all, but I can watch with the best of them.

I tried helping Gail a bit with her accounting homework for her rehab home schooling. I've always had a better grasp of math than most, marveling in its truth and symmetry... but this stuff is worse than Greek to me !!! 'Prolly' best if I learn the vernacular, and then learn the algorithms. * side note: " Algorithm " named after the Iranian mathematician, Al-Khawarizmi, according to the online dictionary I use that I just linked to... interesting !

Took a longer walk than usual on Thursday... one hour plus ( maybe (2) miles / (3) plus kilometers or so ) and now my left arch is killing me. Looks like a few days off from walking. Probably the shoes I picked up a bit ago... the arches very solid.

I've been remembering a few dreams... lately. Evidently I'm not getting enough oxygen from my apnia-and-oxy set-up. One dream had me throwing a bowling ball the size and shape of a watermelon into a toilet... only to find that the ball wouldn't return. After waiting a bit, I was presented with (2) new normal bowling balls ( I believe urethane with the weight core uniquely configured ) that fit perfectly ( finger-tip grip... of course ) in replacement for the 'watermelon' ball that was damaged, somehow. My score, and team, penalized for delaying play... I now continue what appears to be league play and am allowed to throw my ball into the television sets now set up. O-K-A-Y !!! (35)+ years exposure to bowling and the business of bowling weighing on the brain !

Our new kittens are now old enough to be held by Gail and I ( as opposed to (3) year old Ashley and (7) year old David ). (3) kittens: one all black with no tail... like its momma; one that is mostly black with some white, and a tail, like my cat Taffy-doodles... with a marking in white on its back that nearly resembles a question mark... quite appropriate since we thought its mother, Spooky, was a male... and neutered.; and the last kitty, which I haven't seen yet, that is mostly white with black, and a tail, like my cat Figaro ( see the animated .gif that heads the top of my BLOG ). The black kitty with no tail will be adopted by Gail's nephew, Paul, for his two little boys, Dante and Thaddeus.

That's all for now...

Xudaafiz !!!


Tuesday, April 06, 2004

TA DAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!!!!!! ...





ENCORE ! ( d'accord !!!! )

WELL... THAT DIDN'T WORK - LET'S TRY THIS ! ... I'm trying to align my BLOG title and I need to post before the change takes effect...

adieu ( si tout va bien ! )

TEST... BEFORE BED !... Ah ..." to sleep, perchance to dream "... Moe Howard... I think.


" Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is. "

--Willa Cather 1873-1947

Truth isn't easy ?

Warm breezy Spring day... a slight chill in the late afternoon. Allergies bad... stayed indoors 'til I worked up the energy for a walk before sundown

Attended LDS conference at the church on Sunday. I had walked to Brother and Sister Wadsworth's to watch on their TV... but they needed to leave to help out Sister Halford - whose husband is sick. They were gracious enough to drive me to the Church so I might watch the conference from there. They even called later to see if I had gotten home okay after dropping by the Church... and found me not there ( I had accepted a ride home from Brother and Sister Sweet ).

Brother-in-law Larry arrived Sunday from South Dakota on his motorcycle to begin the repairs ( major ) on my daughter's mobile home... HALLELUJAH !!! (2) WEEKS TO GO !!! BE STILL MY RACING HEART !!!

Prime rib for dinner ?... at the in-laws. Gail made me a plate so's I could eat home and finish my poem entry before 9 P.M. PDT.

My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:


                   The hot breath

                   of life escapes

                   My Ethereal

                   Being revealed

                   :Bobby Nichols 4-5-2004


                   She carried the

                   loss within

                   A tragedy of

                   love left threadbare

                   Her desire languishing

                   of her own accord

                   :Bobby Nichols 4-6-2004


        Forked tongue held in check

        Raised... red eyes transfixed ahead

        Gazing for its prey

        :Bobby Nichols 4-5-2004


        Tall savannah grass

        Death concealed most cunningly

        Patient lioness

        :Bobby Nichols 4-5-2004

" Revealed  "... Pardon the poetic/liturgical license taken... the 'tiles' were most unkind.
A conundrum... I already have a poem entitled " Ethereal Being " ... ( 3-10-2004 ), as, I believe, this poem begs to be named... " Revealed  " a compromise over " EB2 ".

" Lovesick  "... When the light of love dims and its warmth grows cold.

" Snake  "... a Haiku: I showed Gail the picture... she thought the snake had red eyes... I couldn't tell, but, I thought to include the observation in the poem. I suppressed the impulse for " Sneaky Snake " or " Snake in the Grass " as being too trite.

" Camouflage  "... a Haiku: Well I messed up this entry. I syllabibbled only (6) times in the second line ( instead of the required (7) ) when I entered the poem. The above shows the extra syllabibble added ( cunning to cunningly )... oh well ! Also. I first thought the word " patient " had (3) syllabibbles: " pay-sheee-ent "... shee-eee-eeesh !

Veil-thin fog tonight, barely noticeable unless viewing the near-full moon. The moon so bright nary a star in sight... well, a few in truth - with a planet or two or three or four or five. The light breeze wafting the scent of the lilacs now in full bloom.

If you click on my " Goodbye " ( in a foreign language ) link to follow, you'll see who should get credit for most of my farewells each posting...

Görüsædæk !!!


Sunday, April 04, 2004

" April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. "

-- T. S. Eliot

O.K. !!!... re-titled my BLOG from " Bobby's Blog - blogged down as usual " to " Bobby's Blog - " Process Poetic "... and then put the entire " Process Poetic " poem above my picture of Figaro and I... times they be a'changin' !!!

Hasty bananas !!!


" Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul ? "

--John Keats

More Keats... " Beauty is truth, truth is all ye know on earth, and all Ye need to know. " and " It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel. " and " I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination. "... WHOA !!!

Friday: I managed to splash myself with an industrial cleaner solution in the face. I was trying to set aside a bottle of CASTROL SUPER CLEAN that Gail had opened and I could not find the cap. Sure enough I must have jostled my arm and the solution erupted from the bottle into the left side of my face... my glasses shielding my eyes... Thank The Lord !!!
Rushing, I rinsed the solution from my face and hands and then read the label: Flush affected area for 15 minutes with cold water and go to the hospital... O.K. !!! Panic Time and I'm freaked: Gail, her Mother, and I head off to the hospital (40) miles ( 64 kilometers ) away. On the way about ( 10 ) miles out Gail needs to use the phone... so we get off the freeway to stop and use the cell phone. I noticed a Fire-station and asked Gail to stop there for advice. They advised using their shower to further the rinsing of the solution... and I do so for about 15 minutes in cool water. I'm now feeling physically better and no blistering has occured... but my mood is still not stellar. My sincere apologies to Gail and her Mother.
We end up going home where I call the manufacturer's med advice line. Their main concern is if I had blistered in the affected area... no, no blisters, and the burning sensation's gone. Their advice is to treat the burn like a sunburn. I was lucky to dilute the solution quickly AND not get it IN my eyes nor nose nor mouth. I now have minor blotching near the left eye, left ear lobe, and left side of my face... and a bit more on my nose where the skin burned between the nostrils, which was already tender from my allergies.

Saturday: LDS bi-annual TV conferences at the church. Gail grudgingly dropped me off at 11 a.m. and Brother Wadsworth kindly brought me home. I did take a short walk to a park in Georgetown during a break in the TV conferencing and attempted some poetry which I'll relate in a bit. I'd swear, but I won't, that most of the speakers were speaking directly to me... but then that's one of the allures of the LDS Church for me. With a Prophet restored to present day - The Church's message is relevant for our times. Gail's mood a bit better when I arrive home before 8 p.m..

Chrissy and Richard off ( to the bar ? ) to celebrate one of Richard's brother-in-law's birthday.

Called Mom... snow in Anchorage. She's to take a trip to Port Ludlow in Washington soon... and m a y b e get down to California for Mandy's wedding in May... Cool !

Poetry creation whilst at the park in Georgetown ( CA ):

                         Absence of Mirth

                   Childless park on a warm afternoon

                   Though light breeze blows

                   and birds sing and frogs creak...

                   somehow a desolation seems

                   ... an absence of mirth

                   :Bobby Nichols 4-3-2004


        Tall thin stalk rises

        Crowned with a thousand wishes

        Waiting the child-like

        :Bobby Nichols 4-3-2004


        Foliage hugs ground

        whilst vibrant yellow petals,

        clustered, hazard forth

        :Bobby Nichols 4-3-2004


        Cat-tails cloistered tight

        Tall plumes, white, flag their locale

        Blackbird's call beckons

        :Bobby Nichols 4-3-2004

                   The Swing

        What better fashion

        to pretend one's in flight... than

        when pushed on a swing !

        :Bobby Nichols 4-3-2004

My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:


                   The shadows...

                   something's there

                   A hissing laugh

                   awakening inside my mind

                   I crumble

                   ... mad

                   :Bobby Nichols 2-6-2004

                   The Garden Spider

        Orbed web denizen

        In repose... senses strung taut

        Alfresco doom nigh

        :Bobby Nichols 4-2-2004

                   The Swan

        Singular swan glides

        upon turbulent water,

        turgid, on errand

        :Bobby Nichols 4-3-2004

" BreakDown  "... Found this entry somehow never printed in my collection nor BLOG from a while back while checking on my rough drafts and finals. Edited one aspect: ' something's ' instead of ' something '... just 'sounded' better. A delusional overload for the collapse ?

" The Garden Spider  "... a Haiku: Spider ! " Doom nigh, alfresco " better ?... I can't decide.

" The Swan  "... a Haiku: turgid = ostentatiously or pretentious

" Dandelion 1 & 2, Cat-tails, The Swing  "... Haiku's: Just some of the observations and feelings while at the park in Georgetown, CA.

Adieu !!!


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