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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47994071010787995882012-02-05T20:19:54.936-08:00omusingsWelcome. These articles were written over a period of years. Add comments to my blog posts please. All and any comments are most welcome. -Oscar Colman– (omcolman@yahoo.com)oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.comBlogger1961100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-61946129563805501862010-12-26T23:35:00.000-08:002011-11-16T00:14:04.525-08:00WHY THE RAGE?

Too many people become angry for the wrong reasons. Rage always at the ready. I'll try to unravel the here and the why; the utter minutiae involved simply boggles the mind. Listen in and comment at will. Traffic is held up for nano seconds but our worthies are gnashing their teeth nevertheless. Meals are not served on time. Children are screaming. Wives are not dressed on time for a night

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-20111541064636048782010-11-15T14:25:00.000-08:002011-11-16T00:38:01.380-08:00INTELLIGENT DESIGN?

Volumes can be written about INTELLIGENT DESIGN but I am going to concentrate simply on the word, INTELLIGENT. If mankind (a big if) is created in God's image, then God is a hell of a designer, a design that is more of a laugh than anything else. Let's consider this design as a total failure first of all. No intelligent designer would design humans laden with parts, a multiplicity of parts that

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-72014088840743633362010-11-05T17:08:00.000-07:002010-11-20T22:30:03.272-08:00BRAHMS 4TH

I was wounded during world war two. Patched up, I was ready to go back to the front. Somehow I was sidetracked and landed up at the home of a wonderful Belgian family and Brahms 4th. was played. I listened, transformed, uplifted, warmed, temporarily at peace. I play this piece often. I am 87 years old and plan to hear more Brahms before I die. I must add a comment written by a "NEPHETULA"

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-19146747371552401122010-11-02T17:25:00.000-07:002010-11-16T21:02:51.235-08:00REACHING EIGHTY PLUS

I AM EIGHTY SEVEN AND I'M NOT AS YOUNG AS I USED TO BE. IN FACT I AM AS OLD AS I AM AND IT IS NOT GOLDEN. I INVITE YOU TO LISTEN TO THE WOES AND TRIBULATIONS OF THE MAJORITY OF US OLDSTERS -- IT SHORE AIN'T PRETTY.WE TREAD WARILY, VERY WARILY AS WE WALK THROUGH OUR HOMES --- "WATCH OUT FOR THAT CHAIR, THE SOFA JUTTING OUT, THE TOY ON THE GROUND ANY OBJECT CAN BE PERILOUS" --- BENDING DOWN

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-68827488557485912412010-11-01T22:47:00.000-07:002010-11-27T23:19:47.920-08:00IS SPITTING FITTING?

I'm looking at the fifth game of the baseball world series and even though I am engrossed in the game, one that looks like the Giants, (my favorite team) is going to win, I begin to see another pattern, a repeated pattern; the entire field is being decorated by pure, unadulterated spit and every player is guilty, a veritable deluge. Are the players unaware of the millions watching? Do they

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-40958426284713737682010-10-19T16:34:00.000-07:002010-10-19T16:49:01.293-07:00SOMETHING HAS BEEN ADDED

Women will do anything to bring out their "natural" attributes. Eyelashes have been made to look longer, breasts made to be smaller or larger, waists made to be smaller and bodies made to be taller, enter spiked heels. Enter the American entrepreneur, always looking to make a buck or two. They have cleverly devised a way to make an inferior exterior blossom into a superior REAR AREA by

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-88005565417661765602010-09-23T18:56:00.000-07:002010-11-15T01:59:00.260-08:00THE TIME HAS COME

The time has come for me to pack my bags and stumble into oblivion. At 87 my body is no longer my buddy. We used to go steady but there comes a time and the time is now. We are born and start dying with each passing day. Like machines, we wear out and we are all mortal.I have been married to a wonderful woman for 64 years. Like most marriages, ours has had ups and downs, but oh those

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-33765266959772732132010-07-01T13:00:00.000-07:002010-07-01T13:38:58.608-07:00SOMETHING NEW HAS BEEN ADDED

Women will do anything to bring out their "natural" attributes. American entrepreneurs have been at it again. They have cleverly devised a way to make an inferior exterior blossom into asuperior rear area by adding a padding that does the adding. So what else is new to make men stick to women like magic glue? Men are transported into slobbering idiots when it comes to the opposite sex. We

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-72321775286416159252010-04-01T19:25:00.000-07:002010-04-01T19:30:54.053-07:00WHAT PRICE BEAUTY?

What dost thou do in the name of beauty? Most everything the ladies reply in unison. Let's break it down into categories, shall we? We shall. HAIR: All hair must be removed from every niche and corner without fail with the exception of head hair (I'll deal with the latter, later.) Off with upper lip hair, nostrils, ears, face. chin, arms, under arms, and legs. Special consideration must be

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-37125039474112439202009-11-01T15:42:00.000-08:002009-11-01T16:00:17.812-08:00E.R.A. A NEW ERA 1968

E.R.A. A NEW ERA 1968The other day I made the mistake of opening a store door for a young lady. “I am quite capable of opening my own door,” she said, giving me a withering look. I apologized, and slunk away, my tail between my legs.Last week at a party, a woman challenged me to an arm wrestling match. Something told me to resist the temptation. I mean a woman does not challenge a guy

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-9802812375534116032009-11-01T15:34:00.000-08:002010-10-27T19:15:23.787-07:00OH THOSE NAMES

As a rule, names of foreign tennis players do not phase me. I can rattle them off correctly, foreign accents right on key.I breeze through Helena Sukova, Yannick Noah, and even Claudia Kohde-Kilsh. However, I have extreme difficulty with the names of two tennis greats, namely Martina Navratilova and Hana Mandlikova. For some inexplicable reason I cannot make them come out right unless I see

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-79125949494905034552009-11-01T15:23:00.000-08:002009-11-01T15:29:47.859-08:00WHAT'S IN A NAME? wrote in '57

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-32894575673141886632009-10-25T20:50:00.000-07:002010-11-15T01:52:53.337-08:00IT’S HIGH TIME

Written around 1957: Read onLeaving my firm meant leaving all perks, including first class air travel—at four times the price of coach seats. What’s so special about first class seats aside from the inflated price you might ask? The answer is plenty.No waiting, you board first, all four of you. You exit first, all four of you. While on board you are kingpins.The prettiest stewardesses are

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-38868733333754313952009-09-12T23:59:00.000-07:002010-11-27T23:11:54.478-08:00MY LAST SONG

I'm going down that tricky road into that dark oblivion I'm slipping, I'm sliding no longer abiding I'm going nowhere fast I'm finished with the past Times up ladies and gentlemen, cheerio and all that. My last word? Enough said, I'm kinda dead!

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-54961140806849747722009-08-31T16:30:00.000-07:002009-09-01T22:43:00.106-07:00LOVE OVER EIGHTY INTRODUCTION

I wrote the following songs of " love over eighty"because we oldsters are not cast offs, we stillthink, we still feel, we still care, and we still love, each in our own way. I sing these songs with loveand abandon.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-1625904560778832032009-08-05T14:08:00.000-07:002010-02-03T23:40:41.595-08:00AN ODE TO ME ON MY 86th

Why not to a man still strong, still bold,who's gone through hell and been through fire.Who's not yet ready to be placed on a pyre.Who shakes off pains, sees suns not rains,who loves his wife and children three.Who thinks, who reads, still thirsty for knowledgeand who may consider going back to college.That's all good folks, that's simply me.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-82407427419571239522009-08-05T13:49:00.000-07:002011-11-16T00:30:31.833-08:00AN ODE TO SHE ON HER 84th

Here's to a woman, a mother and wife who's given more spice to everyone's life. Who laughs all the day and smiles through the night. Who's gentle and caring and even daring. Who's both feisty and smart, a news flunky with heart. a thinker, a reader, a born again leader. Well, that's all for now, that's Marcia, that's simply she, my wife forever to be.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-46878862449875657402009-08-05T13:31:00.000-07:002010-11-27T23:15:13.681-08:00ODE TO CHILDREN THREE

An ode to my children all three insane as can possibly be. Let's look at sanity, a kind of vanity Their time has come, it's really dumb. It's out-dated, it's over-rated, lots of people have come to hate it. These children, these life soldiers, these informals, are the real normals. My three are loving and caring, young in spirit and still daring. They're fun, they're smart, they're part of our

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-30003188679804393102009-06-30T21:55:00.000-07:002009-10-25T23:12:48.956-07:00WORDS ARE HERE TO STAY

I love words, they are my best friends. We have been going steady since I was three and discovered letters in a picture book. A new world of letters opened up, I entered and never left.I see letters as shapes, as paintings, as letters that logically lock into place like jigsaw puzzles. Words are like a palette holding many colors: They can be descriptive, musical, comedic, colorful, instructive,

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-69254532315027516932009-03-12T20:27:00.000-07:002009-03-12T20:31:16.154-07:00JUST SOME ACHES AND PAINS

There's pain in my neck, oh what the heckMy poor back is another story,no use to give it a worryMy chest is aflame, but who can I blame?My left knee gives when I walk,no matter how I give it a talk.My ankle is not steady, is it amputation ready?My left leg is the size of two.Should I get one that's brand new?My jewels are victims of gravity,and I say this without any levity.and so for the sake of

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-75404795583265037502009-03-12T20:12:00.000-07:002009-08-31T16:08:06.981-07:00WHEN I FIRST MET HER

When I first met herShe was a sweet five foot fourMy hormones told meShe’d not ever be a boreIt’s now been sixty seven years laterAnd she’s still five foot fourAnd we’re still matedSurely, like it's fatedWe’ve learned to do it slowlyWorking from the top to the lowlyEvery part unrehearsedA gentle slaking of a thirstJust the touch of her handThe sound of her voiceThe look that she gives meIs

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-67342157021695527872009-03-12T19:12:00.000-07:002009-03-28T21:45:22.839-07:00ABSENT MINDED?

I'm walking down an avenueIn a city I do not knowI have no idea of where I amOr where I want to goHave I reached that awful timeare my senses really goingis a quarter really a dimeHave my brains stopped growingWait, I see a woman across the streetpossibly someone I'd like to meetshe looks at me and I look at herand believe it or not I begin to purrThen it happened, I don't know howwe were

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-56735055478763602812009-03-12T00:35:00.000-07:002009-03-12T00:37:36.217-07:00JE T'ADORE

I adore youJe t'aimeYou are my lifeVous etes ma vieYou are my inspirationVous etes mon inspiratonMy reason for livingMa raison de la vieI throw you a thousand kissesJe vous jette mille baisersMarried sixty-two yearsMore laughter than tearsLet's go to bed, Something might rise Miracles happen , don't theyBonne nuit cherie, good night

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-47533234355551825402009-03-11T17:47:00.000-07:002009-03-11T17:49:19.867-07:00YOU SMELL REAL NICE

You smell real nice from head to toeYou smell real nicemy nose just knowsAnd when you talk I listenWouldn’t want words to be missin’‘Cause the sounds make love to my earsI want to listen for a hundred yearsMy sweetie is past eightyand I’m older than thatThat doesn’t slow us down though we’re slightly fatWe’re both very retiredAnd can do as we pleaseOur good times have not expiredSo we

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-14702958122995666642009-03-11T17:44:00.001-07:002009-03-11T17:44:48.657-07:00BODY I KIND OF KNOW YOU

Baby, you have some wrinklesYour breasts are somewhat pendulousYou’re arms are, well, a little flabbyBut you’re body is still incredulousI know every crannyYou’re cute saucy fannyLove your delicious smileFor it I would run a mileBody, I kind of know you Darling, I too have wrinklesThat line, my once perfect faceKind of gives me characterNo cream will ever eraseOh me, oh myMy jewels are

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-20763580604625371532009-03-11T17:43:00.000-07:002011-09-29T23:09:16.822-07:00YOU'RE NEVER TOO OLD

You're never too old to be ever so bold you're never too old for a hug and a hold You're never too old To kiss her nose To kiss her toes To kiss her ears To kiss her tears You're never too old to kiss her thighs to listen to her love sighs to hear her saying again and again don't stop, don't you ever stop her voice so sultry, ever so pleading and I go on forever needing You're never too old to

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-39235003885634331742009-03-11T17:41:00.000-07:002009-03-11T17:43:15.691-07:00WHEN I HOLD YOU CLOSE

When I hold you close,something may be growingor maybe even unknowingBut no matter what. or no matter how,just being near you is so good, so really now.We're getting kind of older,still trying to be bolder.Not knowing if we could, or even if we really should.I think we may have another chance,Or is it the time,for the final last danceWhen i hold you close,something may be growingor maybe

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-29851522719749247632009-03-11T17:40:00.000-07:002009-03-11T17:41:01.748-07:00THE MASSEUR

Massage my calves, massage my toesMassage my ankles get rid of my woesO'k, we're not as youngas we used to be,I mean who isa she or a he?We're getting on in years,like we're getting olderevery minute, of every dayIn every conceivable wayBut we still have eyesto realize, to glamorizethat there is so much to be simply amorousWe're not dirty old menor dirty old womenWe simply do what we canand if we

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-82163937608306686222009-03-11T17:39:00.000-07:002009-03-11T17:40:19.875-07:00IN OUR EIGHTIES

Just because you’re eighty threeAnd I’m just eighty fiveDoes not mean, we can’t beLike sexually aliveMove closer, move closerI need to have you nearOne part of me, touching one part of youLeads us closer , ever closerTo an all night screwAn all night screw?Like me and you?What are we thinkingWe must be drinkingJust give me your lipsGive me your smileGive me your touchesI’ll put it on fileDon’t

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-53462194713224057672009-02-10T13:19:00.000-08:002011-11-16T00:42:34.027-08:00JUST WORDS OLD BOY

GO --- I grit my teeth and shut my ears when I hear that word used to start a sentence that has nothing to do with the word GO. Example: I GO...., HE GOES ....., THEY GO. They are not GOING anywhere, accept in the bad language bin. LIKE --- Now, I LIKE a lot of things but I don't LIKE a lot of LIKES. Like, LIKE appearing in conversation every three words. I personally don't LIKE it. YOU

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-82593058760221718102009-01-02T20:40:00.000-08:002010-11-27T23:10:51.372-08:00THE TREES HAVE IT

I DIVORCED MY WIFE AND RAN AWAY WITH A TREE. I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I did get your attention though. I love trees and they love me. I want to think that they return my love. Do I hear them talking with each other as their boughs sway in the wind? Listen closely and you might hear them too. I am far removed from being an arborist. I know next to nothing about trees but I do know the kind

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-36051880074835708862008-12-10T17:49:00.000-08:002010-11-14T23:32:51.110-08:00LOVE PRIMER

Want to be a hit with your wife? Make her love you to pieces? Fill your home with loving warmth? Allow you to see the gang regularly, view TV sports, be lovey dovey in bed? If you want to spice up your relationship, just follow me while I show you several simple ways to help you be on your way to paradise.I might add that the following worked pretty well for all of my 64 years of marriage.A)

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-39287343389368220772008-07-08T15:39:00.000-07:002009-01-02T15:47:01.072-08:00THE CRABBY OLD LADY

SEE MEWhen an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was believed that she had nothing left of any value.Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. It's quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland.The old

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-88140748856335446742008-06-07T15:21:00.000-07:002008-06-18T15:30:44.228-07:00SNORERS AND VICTIMS

Both snorers and victims pay attention. Relief may be in store. Snore no more. I subscribe to AARP, (American Association of Retired Persons) and I and 40 million other people receive their monthly magazine chalk full of helpful information to make our lives easier. The organization now admits men and women over 50. O'kay, o'kay, I'll get to the gist of the article on snoring they featured in

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-39855666651301906832008-05-31T19:27:00.000-07:002008-06-07T21:40:17.563-07:00WHAT THEY SAID ABOUT RELIGION

Religion is all bunk. --Thomas EdisonI don’t believe in God, because I don’t believe in Mother Goose. -- Clarence DarrowIt is best to read the weather forecast before praying for rain. – Mark TwainThe Bible and the Church have been the greatest stumbling blocks in the way of women’s emancipation. --Elizabeth Cady StantonQuestion with boldness even the existence of God; because if there

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-23811477209147278652008-05-31T19:26:00.000-07:002008-06-07T21:31:13.497-07:00JUST SOME GOSPEL CONTRADICTIONS

How many generations were there between Abraham to David? Matthew 1:17 lists fourteen generations. Matthew 1:2 lists thirteen generations.Is Paul lying? In Acts 20:35 Paul told people “to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.”’ Since Jesus never made such a biblical statement, isn’t Paul guilty of deception?When did the leper

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-84666507932515010862008-05-31T19:16:00.000-07:002010-10-25T20:31:14.241-07:00WHAT DO YOU REALLY KNOW ABOUT THE BIBLE?

What is the penalty for working on the Sabbath? You will be stoned to death. Violent punishment from the “Good Book?” The bible says: “Six days shall work be done, but on the seventh day there shall be to you an holy day, a sabbath of rest to the Lord: whoseoever doeth work therein shall be put to death. Ye shall kindle no fire throughout your habitations upon the Sabbath day.” (Exodus 35:2

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-13808138857099654042008-05-31T19:12:00.000-07:002008-06-16T16:51:30.283-07:00HOW ACCURATE CAN THE BIBLE BE?

The bible is a compilation of 66 books written by over 40 separate authors from a variety of backgrounds (from peasants to kings) over a period of at least 1600 years.These 66 books are divided in two principle parts, the “Old Testament, 39 books and the “New Testament, 27 books.There was hearsay, oral and written. Superstition played a major role and contradictions were rife and

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-49185092847463899972008-05-31T19:09:00.000-07:002008-05-31T19:23:14.857-07:00THOU SHALL NOT KILL!

Where does god stand ? Let’s have a look.God orders the killing of countless innocent people even though one of the ten commandments says:THOU SHALL NOT KILL!God kills 70,000 innocent people simply because David ordered a census of the people. (1 Chronicles 21)God orders the destruction of 60 cities so that the Israelites can live there. He orders the killing of all the men, women , and

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-80623007398887502602008-05-31T19:06:00.000-07:002008-12-15T16:58:54.970-08:00THE SON IS THE FATHER?

Isaiah 9:6 says: “Unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given and his name shall be called Mighty God, Everlasting Father.” In this verse, the “Mighty God” matches the ‘child’ and “Everlasting Father” matches the ‘son.’ Yes, He is a child, yet He is the Mighty god. The child who was born in the manger of Bethlehem was the Mighty God. Since the child and the Mighty God are one, so also

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-87095259683475474972008-05-31T19:04:00.000-07:002008-05-31T19:32:01.498-07:00RANDOM NOTES

Where does God reside?The bottom of the sea? Under ground? In heaven?Among the stars and planets ?If heaven , how high? We understand that the distance to the stars are measured in Light years because the distance is too great to be measured in other ways. Light travels at 126,000 miles per second. The math tells us that just one Light year is 5,865,696,000,000 miles away.There are stars

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-61955598932930529412008-05-31T19:02:00.000-07:002008-08-13T16:17:16.660-07:00WHAT IS AN ATHEIST?

A person who decides or forms opinions based on reason, not faith. Most atheists or freethinkers are humanists, basing morality on human needs, not imagined “cosmic attitudes,”We embrace a respect for our planet, other animals, and feminist principles of equality.Atheists are convinced that religious claims do not withstand the tests of reason. That there is nothing to be gained by believing

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-65100378887281338022008-05-06T20:21:00.000-07:002008-05-06T21:32:00.022-07:00THE PROS OF CIRCUMCISION

CIRCUMCISION is as old or older than prostitution. Millions of males have gone through the mill and lived to tell the tale.Looking back I can attest to feeling absolutely no pain, I was all of 8 days when I found myself sitting on my father's lap and waiting for my foreskin to be removed. This is either done by a doctor or in my case by a Mohel who is called upon to do the removal for Jewish

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-15403716372951131712008-04-27T15:52:00.000-07:002009-02-07T17:05:21.932-08:00CELEBRITY VEGETARIANS/VEGANS

A VERY SMALL SAMPLE OF MEN AND WOMEN WHO FOUND A HUMANE AND HEALTHIER WAY OF LIVING.NATALIE PORTMAN: Israel and American actress"I am a very strict vegetarian ... I just really, really, love animalsand I act on my values ... I am really against cruelty to animals."SIR PAUL McCARTNEY: Singer, songwriter, composer, poet, painter, multi-instrumentalist,entrepaneur, animal rights activist"I am a

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-90930665076015824822008-04-20T13:21:00.000-07:002008-04-20T13:22:00.677-07:00

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-64120138627509807662008-02-10T16:44:00.000-08:002008-03-17T21:53:33.169-07:00IT'S ALL ABOUT ANIMALS

The following quotes are by men who have compassion for all living beings, who understand that animals play an important part in our lives and should be free to enjoy theirs.It is man's sympathy with all creatures that first makes him truly a man. Albert SchweitzerUntil one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.Anatole FranceI have no doubt that it is part of the destiny of

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-65771316434998301992008-02-07T15:40:00.000-08:002008-03-02T19:12:57.075-08:00DUCKS AND GEESE

Ducks and geese are some of America's best known and beloved animals. Adept in water, land and air, these birds fly hundreds of miles each year to migrate. Both birds fly and swim in formations that reduce air and water resistance for the birds in the rear. Ducks live in couples or groups, while pairs of geese mate for life, mourning for a significant amount of time when their partners die.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-21365072734167368622008-01-17T17:38:00.000-08:002008-01-17T17:52:38.049-08:00CHICKEN'S DEATH RIDE

Chickens are slammed into small cages and trucked to the slaughterhouse through all weather extremes. Hundreds of millions suffer from broken wings and legs from rough handling, and millions die from the stress of the journey. At the slaughterhouse, their legs are snapped into shackles, their throats are cut, and they are immersed in scalding hot water to remove their feathers. Because they

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-37902029353526139722008-01-17T17:01:00.000-08:002008-01-17T17:36:32.123-08:00CHICKENS LOVE THEIR CHICKS ALIVE

Birds exploited for their eggs, called "laying hens" by the industry, are crammed together in wire cages where they don't have enough room to even spread their wings. The cages are stacked on top of each other, and the excrement from chickens in the higher cages constantly fall on those below. The birds have part of their sensitive beaks cut off so that they won't peck each other as the result

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-37268359814870716682008-01-17T16:47:00.000-08:002008-01-17T17:37:15.803-08:00CHICKENS PREFER LIVING

Broiler chickens are raised for their flesh and spend their entire lives in filthy sheds with thousands of other birds, where intense crowding and confinement lead to outbreaks of disease. They are bred and drugged to grow large so quickly that their legs and organs can't keep up, making heart attacks, organ failure, and crippling leg deformaties common. When they are only 6 or 7 weeks old, they

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-33752955908343924752008-01-14T18:38:00.000-08:002008-03-02T19:24:43.961-08:00WANNA GET VERY FAT?

It's a fact that ham, sausage and bacon strips will go right to your hips and tummies and say hello to your arteries. Eating pork products which are loaded with artery-clogging cholesterol and saturated fat, is a good way to increase your waistline and increase your chances of developing deadly diseases such as heart disease, diabetes, arthritis, osteoporosis, alzheimer's, asthma and impotence.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-86513761917483896802008-01-14T18:18:00.000-08:002008-01-14T18:36:16.372-08:00BACTERIA-LADEN BACON AND HAM

Extremely crowded conditions, poor ventilation, and filth in factory farms cause such rampant disease in pigs that 70% of them have pneumonia by the time they are sent to the slaughterhouse. In order to keep pigs alive in conditions that would ordinarily kill them and to promote unnaturally fast growth, the industry keeps pigs on a steady diet of the antibiotics that we depend on to treat human

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-29633450062236911092008-01-14T18:05:00.000-08:002008-01-18T17:41:25.409-08:00THE MANURE IS BLOWING IN THE WIND

A pig farm with 5000 animals produces as much fecal waste as a city of 50,000 people. In 1995, 25 million gallons of putrid hog urine and feces spilled into a North Carolina river, immediately killing between 10 and 14 million fish. To get around water pollution limits, factory farms will frequently take the tons of urine and feces that are stored in cesspools and turn them into liquid waste

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-39295444086943519142008-01-14T17:47:00.000-08:002008-01-14T18:00:10.970-08:00Killing them WITHOUT kindness

A typical slaughterhouse kills up to 1100 pigs every hour, which makes it impossible for them to be given humane, painless deaths. The U.S. department of agriculture documated 14 humane slaughter violations at one procesing plant, where inspectors found hogs who "were walking and squealing after being stunned with a stun gun as many as 4 times." Because of improper stunning methods and extremely

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-65308095161903309272008-01-14T17:33:00.000-08:002008-01-14T17:46:36.307-08:00PIGS HAVE FEELINGS TOO

Most pigs in the u.s. today are raised in factory farms, where they will never run across sprawling pastures, bask in the sun, breathe fresh air or do anything that is natural to them. Crowded into warehouses with nothing to do and nowhere to go, they are kept at a steady diet of drugs to keep them alive and make them grow faster, but the drugs cause many of the animals to become crippled under

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-7724510449985951382008-01-14T17:19:00.000-08:002008-01-14T17:31:37.009-08:00FARMING FAMILY VALUES

Factory farms are pure hell for pigs and their babies. Mother pigs spend most of their lives in tiny gestatiion crates, which are so small that the animals are unable to turn around or even lie comfortably. They are repeatedly impregnated until they are slaughtered. Piglets, who are taken away from their distraught mothers, after just a few weeks, have their tails chopped off, their teeth

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-52455837115684833112008-01-14T17:05:00.000-08:002009-10-26T00:12:05.433-07:00PIGS PREFER MUD NOT CRUD

Pigs are exrtremely clever animals who form complex social networks and have excellent memories.They are actually very clean animals. If they are given sufficient space, pigs are careful not to soil the areas where they sleep or eat. These animals can't sweat, that's why they bathe in water or mud to cooloff. But in factory farms, they are forced to live in their own feces and vomit and even

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-91082978509336216332008-01-09T21:24:00.000-08:002008-01-15T16:03:33.797-08:00TALKING COLD TURKEY

Ben franklin called turkeys "true American originals." He had tremendous respect for their resourcefulness, agility and beauty.Turkeys are intelligent animals who enjoy having their feathersstroked. They will often sing quite loudly along with music.Try it, next time you come across a turkey in your area. We have a family of wild turkeys who have come to call our Oaklandhills, home. They own

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-41380675651549473372008-01-08T18:30:00.000-08:002008-02-07T15:33:45.312-08:00ALL ABOUT COWS

THERE ARE NO DUMB ANIMALS, JUST DUMN PEOPLE WHO MISTREAT THEM.Let's talk about cows. They are social animals and prefer to spend their time together, forming complex relationships, very much like dogs forming packs. All animals havestrong maternal bonds with their children, and cows on dairy farms and cattle ranchesare no exception. If you happen to get close to these bovine creatures, you may

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-28990150080347934312007-10-20T18:53:00.000-07:002009-08-29T22:43:35.180-07:00The Interview

It was a lovely spring day, the birds sang their songs, tree branches waved flirtatiously, children played and I walked on, at peace with the world.I was on my way to the Golden Age Jewish Center to try and interview a few of the elder members.A few days earlier, my wife, Marcia, had what I thought was an excellent idea, “Oscar,” she started, “I think it would be a good idea to do a series on

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-7605411880745290092007-09-11T19:13:00.000-07:002010-10-27T19:27:06.236-07:00ASSISTANT TO THE MOHEL

The year was 1935. I was 12 and growingfast while everything else had seemed to stop growing.It was six years after the financial walls came tumbling downand the echoes of that blast were still being heard and felt.The good old depression was still hanging around but at thattime I was not really aware of it.Suburbs was not a word in our vocabulary. There were nottoo many of those around either

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-11355120015176670782007-09-06T18:05:00.000-07:002007-10-12T17:16:10.425-07:00PAYING HOMAGE

Marcia, I must pay homage to my brother Philip. Without him we may never have met.He cared enough to take the time and the trouble to introduce me to Sam, Reuben, and the rest of the boys. It was through this friendship that I got to meet you.It was his oratory, his intellect, and his charisma that got you interested in the progressive movement. You may have even had a teen-age crush on him.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-81980079321147862792007-08-24T19:47:00.000-07:002008-03-02T19:29:52.680-08:00IN GOD WE TRUST?

BELIEVERS SAY GOD IS JUSTBELIEVERS SAY GOD IS MERCIFULBELIEVERS SAY GOD IS FORGIVINGBELIEVERS SAY GOD IS OMNIPOTENTBELIEVERS SAY GOD CAN DO NO WRONGSO THIS JUST, MERCIFUL, FORGIVING, OMNIPOTENT, GOD THAT CAN DO NO WRONG.IS WATCHING OVER US AND LISTENING TO OURPRAYERS AS WE DIE AGONIZINGLY,IN IRAQ, IN AFGHANISTAN, IN THE SUDAN, IN RWANDA, IN ALL THE CONTINENTS OF THE WORLDIN WARS

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-53543629924562120492007-08-19T14:56:00.000-07:002010-11-27T22:58:53.121-08:00I SING OF THEE a celebration

I LOVE THE LOOKS OF YOU THE LURE OF YOU THE SWEET OF YOU THE SWEAT OF YOU THE EYES, THE ARMS THE MOUTH Of YOU That song is but a small expression of my love for you my darling. I sing of thee to honor your 82nd birthday, our 61 years of marriage, to celebrate our meeting 65 years ago, to touch the past and savor it. I sing to thee, to thee I sing. We were so very young, I was 18 and you had

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-12599886145367244082007-08-15T15:52:00.000-07:002007-08-15T16:25:59.642-07:00IT'S A DEAD ISSUE

The dead are pilng up in IraqNot enough coffins to go aroundThe dead are piling up in DarfurWhere are the coffins?The dead are piling up in LebanonCoffin makers, wanted. The living dead are piling up,looking everywhere for,arms, legs, screaming for mothers.Bush is alive and well and passingjokes and smiles around.Cheney is saying that all is well,Couldn't be betterAnd Rove has escaped the

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-48298166473572422332007-07-20T12:32:00.000-07:002007-07-20T12:33:49.424-07:00ALL ABOUT DRIVERS

There are drivers and then there are drivers who think they can drive. This group jump into their cars, start their engines and proceed to abandon any sense of logic, compassion or courtesy. Road rage is ever at the ready. I list a few examples of drivers who abuse the road rules of common sense.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-1701089005662734422007-07-20T12:30:00.000-07:002007-08-15T16:33:28.658-07:00THE CELL PHONE OPERATOR

The cell phone operator cannot bear to be away from his phone even for a minute. He will leave his home at 8 a.m. and will be back at the phone the moment he is seated in his car, five minutes later. He sits with the apparatus within easy reach. In a moment he is at it again and the device is fastened to his ear. He may or may not be speaking to someone but hey, this would-be executive is in

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-29031676903423237542007-07-20T12:26:00.000-07:002007-07-20T12:28:57.396-07:00THE TAIL GATE DRIVER

The tail-gate driver is a frustrated race car driver who just loves to drive inches from the back of you car. This man needs company, to be close, ever so close. Unmindful of rain, snow or sleet, this dummy believes he can stop on a dime. Safe driving distances are for people who cannot drive he tells his drinking buddies. He reads no manuals or directions of any kind and boasts about it.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-44154415366466255152007-07-20T12:22:00.000-07:002007-07-20T12:23:25.829-07:00THE DECORATOR

Stickers are plastered all over his back window telling all and sundry that this driver is a traveling man, hitting all the amusement and scenic parks, whoopee! Further releases include, “I love my wife,” “Proud parent of an honor student,” (Goody, goody gum drop, I can sleep now). You are assured that Jesus loves you as well. This is a man with a mission designed to capture your attention.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-46829757857427876452007-07-20T12:19:00.000-07:002007-07-20T12:20:25.340-07:00THE MUSIC PLAYER

This music player loves his music loud, very loud, and wants everybody to share his masterpieces, his rap and rock special. He makes sure the volume can go no higher or his driving side window can go no lower. He serenades all and sundry any time of day or night. He wants you to know that the music is an extension of himself. In a few years he may be as deaf as a door mat.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-21937917142735296332007-07-20T12:17:00.000-07:002007-07-20T12:18:14.608-07:00THE LITTER BUG

A master at littering, this garbage disposal expert targets the road or sidewalk with every loose object in his car without guilt. Probably uses the floors of his house in the same way. If he smokes, and this type generally does, he will likely throw his lighted cigarette butt out the window without a thought of where it may land. Environment? What is that he asks?

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-75531575127929489062007-07-20T12:15:00.000-07:002007-07-20T12:16:34.642-07:00THE WEAVER

This is a man with a mission. He is going places even if it means taking you with him. One lane is never enough for this jockey. He pays taxes for all the lanes and he uses them all by weaving from lane to lane leaving a trail of near heart attacks as he cuts and slashes his merry way. He may even arrive at his destination all of five minutes ahead of the slowest driver, but victory is his.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-47441913011225725212007-07-20T12:13:00.000-07:002007-07-20T12:14:33.450-07:00THE LIGHT RUSHER

Never learns to play the lights or traffic. He can be seen rushing up to an obvious red light at full speed, relying on his overworked brakes to stop his imbecilic rush. He will always take a yellow light without a second glance to right or left. He lives a charmed life. This so-called driver plays the same charade with the green lights --- Ah, he thinks, I’ll catch that bugger before it

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-52977524933765704532007-07-20T12:09:00.001-07:002007-07-20T12:09:40.172-07:00THE TOOTER

The horn blower is a frustrated musician and will toot his horn day and night. A man on the go, this gem likes to blow cars away from the lane he professes to own. If you are not exceeding the speed limit you are just to damn slow for this moron. This nutcase has horn, will travel.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-60159764728318105912007-07-20T12:07:00.000-07:002007-07-20T12:08:15.182-07:00ROAD RAGE

Road is all the rage by too many would-be drivers. They have a complete vocabulary of four and five letter words at what they imagine is the slightest provocation. Going too slow out of a driveway or parking spot starts this motor mouth, mouthing off. Backing into a parking spot too slowly is a massive no no. Never stops swearing.These drivers should keep their mouths shut for a change.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-80683886597203156432007-07-20T12:04:00.000-07:002007-07-20T12:06:20.713-07:00THE JERKER

The jerker cannot make up his mind. Driving with him is akin to riding a bronco. His foot constantly drifts from brake to gas and back again. Amazingly, this rodeo driver believes he is one of the few good drivers. This ‘good’ driver will see cars slowing up ahead and rush to join them and find he has to come to a screeching halt. He cannot stand being lonely.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-88181295638085920072007-07-18T16:00:00.000-07:002009-11-17T12:59:50.618-08:00ANIMALS UNITED

The signs were placed on everytree,in a language only animals could see. NOTICEMost of you can read animalish.Even birds,reptiles and all manner of fish.Since most of you are mostly,listen to the following closely.We all want to live to a ripe old age,not to die or be put in a cage/So,We've got to plan to unite as one,to stop all hunters from having fun.Put on your thinking caps

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-74568451932692859722007-07-17T21:18:00.000-07:002009-02-07T17:38:40.590-08:00ANIMALS DON'T LKE CAGES

This all happened 35 years ago, maybe it was 1960My six year old daughter had never been to a zoo and I had promised to take her to the one in Oakland. I keep my promises, or at least most of them.We were in a festive mood as we started out. The Sunday sun was warm, the winds were light, and there was no traffic or bottlenecks on the freeway.At the entrance, I paid $1.50 for parking and got a

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-45684334906988399992007-07-17T21:11:00.001-07:002007-12-02T16:36:41.240-08:00ANT ANTICS

My name is Pierre,,some call me HandsomeI'm a run away ant,who lives in a transom.Now why would I,unlike the others,who are my sisters,and my brothers,live in a cranny,over a door,and not think of itas being a bore?You see my kinfolk,live underground,throughout all the seasons,like all year round.And living and working,in an eerie blackout,made it kind of hard,to really move or shout.I remember

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-20577304973643187582007-07-17T21:06:00.000-07:002009-02-07T18:24:09.054-08:00A DAY WITH AARON

Michael and Phyllis came to see me as a last resort when their daytime baby-sitter quit without giving notice."Oscar, we're desperate," Michael said."We know how much you love Aaron ," Phyllis added eagerly."" It's only for eight hours," they said in unison."What are good friends for," I said, kicking myself under the kitchen table.We passed smiles all around, very much like dealing cards. I

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-19348090462957898482007-07-17T20:55:00.000-07:002007-12-02T00:25:12.882-08:00ALL CREATURES, SMALL AND LARGE

"It's raining," said Sam ever so sadly,'The worms will emerge and fare badly.""They're only worms," replied Liz with a shiver,"for all I care, they can jump in the river."You don't know what you say, you're out of line.They are fat and jolly and quite simply divine.They were put on this earth for a good reason,so plants and trees could grow all season.""What do you mean, I don't understand?

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-55589727712452151582007-07-17T20:50:00.000-07:002007-08-10T20:56:26.260-07:00A DAY CAN LAST FOREVER

Little four year old Joey was propped up in his upstairs bedroom with a medium sized cold.He was bored, he was restless, he needed activity.“Mommy,” he yelled as loud as he could, but he couldn’t yell very loud because of his cold. It sounded more like a croak.Moms can hear whispers and croaks when their children are sick or feeling bad. Their ears stand at attention, just waiting to hear any

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-56380123212309867062007-07-17T20:33:00.000-07:002007-08-11T16:32:51.169-07:00THE SMILE THAT TRAVELED

It started with one smile, a beautiful grin, that opened Charlie’s mouth, down to his chin.He looked in the mirror, to see his reflection, and said with a smile, it passes inspection.That smile is so nice, I’ll just paste it on, toa girl or a boy, or even anyone.A five year old girl, came skipping into view,and he pasted her one, until she smiled too.You see a smile, can be quite catching.And

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-90793684129781235642007-07-16T16:56:00.000-07:002009-01-02T15:38:34.124-08:00DID YOU EVER?

Did you ever embrace a tree?Did you ever scoop up some earth?Did you ever bury your nose in a sea of moss?Did you ever allow a ten foot wave to lift you?Did you ever cover your body with ocean sand?Did you ever feel the beating heart of a bird?Did you ever climb a steep mountain?Did you ever see your wife's face in repose?Go to it, there is still time.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-63164198612536456482007-07-16T16:51:00.000-07:002007-07-16T16:53:19.395-07:00BELIEVE IT

I saw a leaf lazily drifting towards the earth. Watching its descent closely,I let it fall into my hands.I felt the texture, I traced its curves.It spoke to me.I cried with sheer delight.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-37796661693553408432007-07-16T16:46:00.000-07:002007-07-16T16:47:55.522-07:00THE WIND SHE BLOW

The winds still howlunabated I cannot sleep‘tis fated.I’ve eaten breakfast,Taken a shower,Put on my clothesAnd left my bowerIf they find me buriedIn a “byre” of snow.I’ll ask them kindlyFor some coffee to go.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-69679973771008343522007-07-16T16:44:00.000-07:002007-07-16T16:45:16.248-07:00THE STORM

White driven snow Steered by winds gone madPiling up treacherously.Cars strewn over city streets,Like so many fallen kingpins,Nature unaware of spring, of time,Spewing forth its bile.People walking with averted heads,Stumbling to warm sanctuary.Shopkeepers cursing the snow,Children filled with joy,Canceled learning, watching from warm havens,Nevertheless one must glory In the majesty of nature,

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-25348769159706834132007-07-16T16:38:00.000-07:002007-11-14T19:32:33.930-08:00SPRING HAS SPRUNG

Puffs of cotton batting drift lazily across blue skies Birds chatter freely, full of gossip Bees hum loudly, cats purr, dogs bark. Young lovers kiss openly Smiles are sparkling and laughter easy When nature’s gifts are abundant Spring has sprung

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-13938267893509992142007-07-16T16:35:00.001-07:002007-07-16T16:35:37.267-07:00CAUGHT IN WINTER'S VISE

Unruly, ungentle, temperamentalSlashing, blinding, terrifying.Winds demonic, furious, eerie.Winter’s storm, not the norm,unleashing tons of snow.Man-made machines buried like coffinsOthers trapped in cars unmoving.Waiting, hoping, no way of copingHeaters blowing, radios going,No food, no provisions, no advance visions.Haunting thoughts of home and hearth,of hot food, of hot bath, of bed, of woman

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-27961769304027479962007-07-16T16:29:00.000-07:002011-11-16T00:06:28.733-08:00SO LONG

So long winter So long cold So long dampness So long salted snow So long traffic jams So long freezing So long heavy coats So long as I live I disown you Go back to nature’s hell You rotten has-been

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-84835873496311133882007-07-16T16:24:00.000-07:002007-07-16T16:25:31.960-07:00GIRL FRIEND

Hello springtimeI welcome your warm rainsI bask in your sunsI bare my breastTo your gentle breezesI caress your green grassesand take pleasure under blue skiesAre you ready to go steady?

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-83938316040692392007-07-16T16:13:00.001-07:002007-07-16T16:19:45.255-07:00FALL MORNING

Greet the morning with a smile.Let the sharp morning breezes play on your bare breast,Suck your stomach in,feel the cold air search forand find your lungs.Repeat after me,it is good to be alive.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-3726944343284996242007-07-16T16:09:00.001-07:002007-07-16T16:09:49.029-07:00RECIPE

Take one shiny apple,Rub on trousers carefullySlice in halfSqueeze gentlyAllow the nectar to run trough your handsEat with Gusto or some other friend.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-37143673102630468402007-07-16T16:07:00.000-07:002007-07-16T16:20:29.907-07:00I FEEL, I SEE, I AM

I feel the rays of the sun and I am uplifted.I feel balmy breezes on my chestAnd I soar into space.I see each blade of grass growing tallAnd I rejoice.I see the branches of stately treesBudding with new lifeAnd my ears are pleasuredI feel, I see, I am

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-69706602675718351512007-07-16T16:01:00.000-07:002007-07-16T16:04:47.694-07:00WINTER

Denuded trees swaying like hula dancersHelpless in nature’s icy graspSnow drifts waist high, Roads like skating rinksCar tires whining,Impatient horns honkingPedestrians huddledFaces pinched, berry redGoddam busses, goddam coldGoddam country,Brrrr!!!

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-10120245593681737742007-07-15T15:32:00.000-07:002007-07-15T15:36:38.038-07:00SNOW FLAKE

I WATCHED A SINGLE SNOW FLAKEDRIFT LAZILY TOWARD EARTHSO WHITE, SO SURE, SO SAUCILY PUREIT LANDED EVER SO GENTLYBECOMING PART OF A SNOW DRIFTCARVED BY NATURE’S ARCHITECTI NEVER SAW THAT SNOW FLAKE AGAINI SHED A TEAR OR TWO, BOO HOO.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-72852837951804065262007-07-15T13:57:00.001-07:002007-07-15T13:57:34.143-07:00NATURE'S SYMPHONY

I WALKED NAKED IN THE RAINTHE TORRENTS LASHED DOWN AT MEI FELT CLEANSED, ALIVE, VIBRANT, ALL POWERFULMOVING THROUGH THE FORESTMY EARS TINGLED WITH THUNDER’S SONGLIGHTNING BOLTS LIT UP THE NIGHTI WALKED ON, UNAFRAIDTHE ELEMENTS AND I WERE ONENATURE MY ORCHESTRA,I CONDUCTED WITH ABANDON

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-54851154950170783282007-07-13T17:32:00.000-07:002007-07-13T17:33:24.735-07:00AN ODE TO TENNIS

Is there anything more satisfyingThan a drop shot expertly dying?Or a lob shot that sails nicely to the rearWhen your opponent at the net is near?Or a whirling dervish of a spinThat helps contribute to a win?Or a wicked, smashing, overhead driveThat makes your opposite go for a dive?Or the taut music the sweet spot makesMaking you feel you got what it takes?Can there be anything more pleasureable

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-32773689390181860262007-07-13T17:29:00.000-07:002007-07-13T17:30:03.911-07:00BE COOL MAN

Most of us reach a degree of competenceOthers arrive at degrees of incompetenceThe main thing is to play the game,Even if your stroke is lameAnd if a poor shot makes you madder,Don’t let it, you will just get sadderBe cool, kinda grin and bear it,You will find this has lots of merit.

oscarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621692228598813612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799407101078799588.post-80053541741551110522007-07-13T17:27:00.000-07:002007-07-13T17:28:01.826-07:00THE TALKER

Won’t shut up for a minute.Delivers a running commentary,Accompanied by sounds of anguishAs he begins to lose the set.

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