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 Sep 2014 Helen
Raj Arumugam
it is written in the Olde Booke of Life
that when the Lion went unto the wild
to have its fill, when first it felt Hunger
the King of Beasts saw two creatures:
a human, under a tree, reading a book;
and a human, under a tree, writing a book

and the Lion ate the reader
for its inner voice told the King of Beasts:
"Eat the reader - for that is digestible;
but partake not of the writer
for it is susceptible to cramps
and worse, may cause a block"


And since then hath the Lion
lived in this wisdom:
*Eat of the reader, never of the writer
based on a joke online - for those (and I don't mean to insult the intelligence of my readers) who need a little nudge to understand the references in the poem, think of "Reader's Digest", "writer's cramps" and "writer's block" ...and those of you who still don't get the chunk about "writer's block" - just recall last week when you had constipation...
 Sep 2014 Helen
SE Reimer
~

an arrival obscure
white package austere
makes its debut with the daily post;
an advent surreal
no ordinary mail
this addressed to his last known abode.

how could they have know
he’d moved up in this world
to a parcel up high on a hill;
where the air is more clean
the grass there grows green
adorned with granite and daffodil.

“Overdraft Settlement” it read
“a few years overdue,” i said!
softly weeping, his mother’s response.
over-burdened, and under a cloud
fervent prayers she utters aloud
yet nothing but silence from that “beyond.”

no settlement, no check can ever replace
the comfort she seeks in seeing his face,
what she would trade for one last goodbye;
each daybreak one closer to final sunset
she searches for answers she doubts she will get,
yet each morning she rises with a hope of reply.

but maybe, it is just this...
a “reply” as good as it gets;
these messages showing that he’s not forgotten.
though perhaps meager the payment,
like a gift of heaven-scent,
each a reminder, his presence from heaven.


~ postscript ~

party to a class action for exorbitant overdraft fees, a settlement check arrived this week with his name on it.  it is five long years since we laid him to rest, yet it is reminders like this that can leave us short of breath and stir up every imaginable emotion we have felt in this loss.  but, if we still our hearts and quiet our minds we can see hope, like a sliver of sun ray breaking through a ceiling of dark clouds, shining down from heaven to give us a reminder of him… his presence from heaven.


(kind of like my new cover page photo)
 Sep 2014 Helen
Raj Arumugam
Dear Algebra Teacher -
stop asking us to find
your X
We can’t help you
if you mess it up

Next time, treat your partner nice
so you don’t have
to bring your personal problems
to class

So stop asking us to find your X;
we don’t know if you’ll ever find her
and we got a feeling your X
is never coming back
and really -  before you ask -
we don’t know Y either
poem based on a joke I recently noticed and enjoyed online
 Sep 2014 Helen
Raj Arumugam
The family bought the lie-catcher robot
(yep, the lcr HDX134)
and it was the boy
who was caught first
when his dad asked him
where he'd been all day
and he replied:
"I've been at the library all day, dad"
lcr HDX134 slapped the boy

The dad went berserk
and he said to his son:
"When I was your age, Tim -
I never told a lie!"

lcr HDX134 slapped the dad

And the boy's mom said:
"Don't be too harsh on Tim -
he's bound to tell lies;
after all, he's your son"

lcr HDX134  slapped the mom
 Sep 2014 Helen
Raj Arumugam
Hey dad, you got to admit
life's tougher on kids nowadays
and you and mom had it easier
in your time as children

How's that,  son?

Well life makes more demands on today's kids -
you didn't have social media and twitter
and Likes and the need to do one better
and all these demands on time like indie videos
Sure, they might sound trivial -
but hey, surely your parents pooh-poohed
trends in your time
this poem complements the previous poem "respect your dad and mom"
 Sep 2014 Helen
v V v
Farsighted
 Sep 2014 Helen
v V v
I've been running
through the night like
a schizophrenic ghost,
looking for the angels
that used to hang around
here, the tarnished ones,
the ones that lost their shine,

and all the while
I keep bumping into walls
that aren't even there.
Schizophrenia - a state characterized by the coexistence of contradictory or incompatible elements.
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