Politician’s Burial
Delete and Out Down Sam! Maxim on Kissing Physical Therapy Oaxaca Cuckoo Clock A Loose Screw Fenwich Land Options Trader Problem Solving Brain 101: Operating System The Kid Tells A Fortune
Talking With Angels Judd At Six Sprouting Judd is moving on At Eleven Melissa Dances Teacher, Teacher A Rock Named Grandpa
June 2nd, 2017 The Son of Wasted Moons Cousin Dennis Roofing Tiles The Robot Woman Female Mass
Turkey Hunt Release of the Shot and Power Dribble |
DELETE AND OUT If I was younger, I would do more email, But I just don't have time. Life is not infinite. If I was younger, I would even twitter. People would know me better. They might even like me. But I am older and wiser, I delete all my email: No reading, no answering, Just hit the "delete" key. Being older, I have noticed, Nobody pays much attention to me. It really doesn't matter, So one short tweet; "out". |
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Oaxaca Cuckoo Clock |
A Loose Screw (Mike Braswell)
A bracket was loose in my closet, The screw was pulled loose, not secure. It must be the tightly packed clothes That are all holding it together. I'll have Mike take a look, he's good. He'll fix it in a jiffy, no trouble at all. While he's checking, I get a call. When I return, he's holding it all up. The screw popped, the system failed. My clothes fell down except for Mike. I helped, we cleared everything out. This closet needs some serious endeavor. New boards, straight this time with brackets. Let's add a double shelf for my books. New brass and a stronger pole to hold my clothes. It's all cleared, fix it, paint it and make it nice! Everyday, I spend some time in my closet. Put oak baseboards around the bottom. This closet will look better than a Cadillac. One loose screw and four days later, all is done. |
Fenwich Land |
Options Trader A call, a put, a straddle, Or maybe even a spread. It sounds like kinky sex, But in reality, they are options. The world of option trading Is about leverage and risk. A little money down will buy a call, And if it goes higher, you win. Up or down or both, you can do. Close in trades or far out trades, Straddle a position or spread it, They are all option strategies. You buy or sell the rights to a stock For a limited period of time. A punter will bet to win big, Others to protect what they have. Options can produce an income stream, Or allow you to bet you know the future. These trades are not for everyone. People get poor, trying to get rich. |
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Brain 101: Operating System Having a brain isn't enough. I need an operating manual. How does it all work? Has it been "beta" tested. Is it want or logic? Is it now or later? Is it fair or unfair? Do I fight or flight? I need to know the answers, Otherwise, half the time, I may make the wrong choice. Stupid is not what I want! |
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Judd At Six |
Sprouting On his ninth birthday Is growing tall and learning. He has discovered his brain, And is stuffing it full. His voice is loud and clear. He stands straight and proud. His demeanor is confident. He is definitely growing up. Soon, he will write a poem. He will read a book for inspiration. He will discover his direction. He is about to be, we know not what. |
Judd is moving on
On the crest of manhood, Judd is moving forward in all. High school is behind him. College is engaging his intellect. The future is being determined. His endeavors are in front of him. This time of opportunity and promise Are his to grasp and accomplish. He marches forward in his endeavor. He is tall, handsome and smart. His self discipline is present. His future is bright and shining. |
Marcus Is Eleven
In the bookstore, his Mom says: "These four books must last you longer. I'm not coming back here next week. You need to learn to read slower." His schoolwork is excellent. His efforts are focused on success. Three programing courses completed. He already knows more than I do. He takes notes with accum. He writes a poem now and then. He is interested in all things. His learning time is now. |
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Teacher, Teacher (by Marcus Plutowski, 7 years old) Teacher, please don't look at me. The answer is a mystery. I'm staring into empty space. I'm sliding underneath my chair. I'm making myself very small. I wish I wasn't here at all. Teacher, Teacher pass me by, Please pick on some other guy. Teacher, Teacher call on me! I know the answer, can't you see? This one's a wrap, a snap, a breeze. |
A Rock Named Grandpa
by: Marcus Plutowski (Age 14)
As a granite wall you are,
Tall, strong, sturdy,
Unyielding before the winds
And many challenges of the ages.
Your face and mind, chiseled, carved
By the winds and rains
That you have outlasted.
Worn down by time,
But still stronger than any other.
Tall and mighty, yet giving to life.
Trees grow upon your peak,
Their bows, raining their fruits upon all who you know,
Those that you would have
Be worthy of the mighty granite wall.
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June 2nd, 2017 (Marcus Plutowski) A ceremony of achievement A passage into higher education A mark in life's effort and progress This is the day Marcus graduates Monta Vista High School in Cupertino It is a demanding school requiring effort Only the brightest attend and succeed In this Silicon Valley Academy of Achievement Marcus excelled and made the grade He founded a Robotics Club on his tenure It will remain a legacy for future students For these activities advanced his aspirations Being selected to attend Berkeley University Is an accolade to his academic accomplishments The path ahead is shining and golden The path ahead is challenging and rewarding |
Cousin Dennis A cousin from the past has surfaced. I last saw Dennis in Sixty-One, We were burying my father then. I was a young trooper in the Army. Forty nine years later, I find: I not only still have a cousin, But that he had seven children. They now are all my cousins too. I've heard it before many times, But now, I can really relate: "Make love, not war." is for real. Seven of his versus only two of mine. No question about it at all, He is better at this game than I. Plus he has eleven grandchildren. Wow! It's time for change: less war, more love! |
The Son Of Wasted Moons
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Roofing Tiles (Physics 101) I live on the Pacific coast, A Northeastern storm hit hard. It rained and blew ferociously, Gusts reaching ninety miles per hour. Trees and fences blown down, My roof had tiles blown off. I'll call Mike, he knows roofing. He'll fix it before the next storm. Mike rigged up a pulley On the edge of the roof. He hoisted up two barrels That were filled with tiles. After finishing the roof tiling, He hoisted the barrel up again, And loaded the left over tiles, Securing the line at the bottom. He went down and untied the line. The barrel of tiles was heavy And started to drop down. He held the rope and was pulled up. Mike met the barrel on the way up, Injuring his head as he passed it. At the top, his fingers caught In the pulley device he had in place. The barrel of tiles hit the ground, Breaking tiles and the barrel, Mike now heavier, came down. He landed on the broken tiles. Mike was cut on the broken tiles. His leg was injured when he landed. Stunned, injured and bleeding, Mike left a note on the door. I'll be back tomorrow to clean-up. Need to see Docter right away. The roofs all fixed and solid, It's me that is now broken. |
The Robot Woman She said: "The coffee is ready. It works just like a robot." The coffee maker gently perked. The brews aroma pleasantly pleased. She finally got something right, That is definitely what I need. Can you imagine a robot woman. She talks only if you press the button. Oh yes, this is the ideal woman. We'll design her with curves and all. No make-up need ever be applied. She'll be beautiful to all forever. She'll cook and actually be able to sew. She will have only one pair of shoes And one little purse - no make-up needed. She will smile, love you and agree to all. The time has come for the robot woman. The technology is here and I'm ready. No complaints, all is well, love is true, With robot woman and my handy remote. |
Female Mass
(Jerianne, Susie, Mary and Margaret)
They do seem to get a bit loud!
And it is difficult to talk!
Or even to get them to stop talking!
But, we all seem to get over it!
They get louder and they talk more!
Their excitement becomes explosive!
Together, they go nuclear!
Such is the fusion of greater mass!
Just stand back and lower your shades
As they enjoy their own combustion.
The blast effect is quite minimal.
No gamma rays here - only loud noise!
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This poem came about as Grant Gayhart (12 1/2 years old) watched me write a poem and recite it to a family's daughter and her parents. Next thing, I looked over and Grant was writing and had completed his first poem in a few minutes.
Please read with pleasure, Grant's segue into developing as a most entertaining and insightful storyteller through poetry. Release of the Shot Soft as a feather Release of a sphere Just made of leather Drops like a tear. Flick of the wrist As he raises the bar Strong as a fist Fast as a car. As we watch the ball fall And sink through the air The big tall center Boxes out like a bear. Next thing we hear Sound of the net As the crowd cheers Someone has lost a bet. Sound of the buzzer The shooter in his glory He surely has written His own story. Without my illustrious presence, he wrote this poem on his own, the next day. Power Dribble Low and deadly Pounded hard and quick Dribbled very aggressively And as hard as a brick. All you see is a blur Of orange and black It dissappears like a dinosaur And blows by like a flashback. The crossover not subtle But as quick as a car No time for a rebuttal He just gave you a scar. As he drives in the key You know there ain't no stoppin' The kid with the sting of a bee That makes you be droppin'. As he plants his foot And jumps in the air He puts the ball high And down drops a prayer. As the ball swishes And goes through the net Everyone now knows Who's the biggest threat. |