Ever notice
how a school of Dolphins
will sometimes
race along
with the bow of an
ocean liner
under full steam
leaping fifteen feet
straight into the air
at 21 knots
just for the
glorious fun of it?
Fun!
Yeah that's what
I'm talkin about!
Sometimes it
takes a dolphin
to know one!
jhmarkowitz
Philadelphia, Pa. 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
When I Die Remember Me
When I die remember me
hang my balls
on a cherry tree
oh honey
oh baby mine-
(A bawdy parody
of the song lyrics of
a pop tune of the late 50's)
It is a very strange feeling
standing over one's own
prospective grave site
after making final
pre-arrangements for
one's own prospective funeral
No
I am not terminal
at least not yet
and
G-d willing
not too soon
The bible promises
(or at least offers the possibility)
of three score years and ten
as the likely life span
of a human being
For some
three score and ten
is more than enough
for others
it is too short
not enough time
too brief a span of time to
accomplish all that
the human heart desires
I am sixty-six years old
four years to go
if the biblical injunction
holds true
Some might think of this
as a death sentence
without reprieve
others as an opportunity
to finally be able to
lay down the burdens of life
to enjoy eternal rest or
to participate in further
adventures yet to come
We do not know the answer
as no one has yet
returned from the grave
(not even Harry Houdini
though he promised to try)
to tell us (the still living)
what life (or after life) is like
once we have made
the final crossing
Some say that Jesus
returned from the dead
to speak to his disciples
(I think that the jury
is still out on this one)
others say that Jesus
was able to raise
Lazerus from the grave
only to see him
murdered for a second time
(Some say that Lazerus'
nick name was Lucky
but I think the were
just trying to be funny)
I have made provisions
to have my body cremated
(dust to dust)
and to have the urn
buried at a grave site
with a small plaque to
mark my final resting place
Now that all of the
pre-arrangements
have been made
I find myself in no
special hurry
to shuffle off this mortal coil
just yet
I have many more things
that I would like to do
more places to see and
more people to meet
before I finally go
to meet my Maker
And when that final
judgement day does come
I hope that I am able to make
a good impression
and a good accounting
of the life that I have lived
for better or worse
for good or for ill
For I agree with the bard
Robert Browning
who wrote that
a man's reach should
exceed his grasp or
what's a heaven for?
jhmarkowitz
Philadelphia, Pa. 2013
hang my balls
on a cherry tree
oh honey
oh baby mine-
(A bawdy parody
of the song lyrics of
a pop tune of the late 50's)
It is a very strange feeling
standing over one's own
prospective grave site
after making final
pre-arrangements for
one's own prospective funeral
No
I am not terminal
at least not yet
and
G-d willing
not too soon
The bible promises
(or at least offers the possibility)
of three score years and ten
as the likely life span
of a human being
For some
three score and ten
is more than enough
for others
it is too short
not enough time
too brief a span of time to
accomplish all that
the human heart desires
I am sixty-six years old
four years to go
if the biblical injunction
holds true
Some might think of this
as a death sentence
without reprieve
others as an opportunity
to finally be able to
lay down the burdens of life
to enjoy eternal rest or
to participate in further
adventures yet to come
We do not know the answer
as no one has yet
returned from the grave
(not even Harry Houdini
though he promised to try)
to tell us (the still living)
what life (or after life) is like
once we have made
the final crossing
Some say that Jesus
returned from the dead
to speak to his disciples
(I think that the jury
is still out on this one)
others say that Jesus
was able to raise
Lazerus from the grave
only to see him
murdered for a second time
(Some say that Lazerus'
nick name was Lucky
but I think the were
just trying to be funny)
I have made provisions
to have my body cremated
(dust to dust)
and to have the urn
buried at a grave site
with a small plaque to
mark my final resting place
Now that all of the
pre-arrangements
have been made
I find myself in no
special hurry
to shuffle off this mortal coil
just yet
I have many more things
that I would like to do
more places to see and
more people to meet
before I finally go
to meet my Maker
And when that final
judgement day does come
I hope that I am able to make
a good impression
and a good accounting
of the life that I have lived
for better or worse
for good or for ill
For I agree with the bard
Robert Browning
who wrote that
a man's reach should
exceed his grasp or
what's a heaven for?
jhmarkowitz
Philadelphia, Pa. 2013
Friday, March 8, 2013
My Ever Aging Home
Whenever I get discouraged
at the present condtion of
my ever aging home
so much in need of repair
and general sprucing up
I try to see
my homestead
through the eyes of a
homeless man and
my gratitutde for
having a simple roof
over my head
overwhelms me
I have lived
in this house now
for the past thirteen years
I see my humble abode
as a tall masted ship
on wind tossed seas
and as her captain
I am pleased to walk
her battered decks
and to chart her
a steady course
as we sail from
port to port
into the shrouded future
She is a good ship
full of the booty that
I have gathered
through hard work
and blood and sweat and tears
She has lasted
more than half a century
though today she has a
harder time
not showing her age
but I wouldn't trade her
for a newer model
so long as she
continues to stay afloat
and I have no doubt that she
can last
another fifty years
so long as her captain
doesn't lose heart
in his ever faithful
landlocked boat
jhmarkowitz
Philadelphia, Pa. 2013
at the present condtion of
my ever aging home
so much in need of repair
and general sprucing up
I try to see
my homestead
through the eyes of a
homeless man and
my gratitutde for
having a simple roof
over my head
overwhelms me
I have lived
in this house now
for the past thirteen years
I see my humble abode
as a tall masted ship
on wind tossed seas
and as her captain
I am pleased to walk
her battered decks
and to chart her
a steady course
as we sail from
port to port
into the shrouded future
She is a good ship
full of the booty that
I have gathered
through hard work
and blood and sweat and tears
She has lasted
more than half a century
though today she has a
harder time
not showing her age
but I wouldn't trade her
for a newer model
so long as she
continues to stay afloat
and I have no doubt that she
can last
another fifty years
so long as her captain
doesn't lose heart
in his ever faithful
landlocked boat
jhmarkowitz
Philadelphia, Pa. 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
The Kool- Aid Drinkers
Between yea and nay
lies the no man's land
of maybe
and that is where
the possibility
of possibility begins
jhmarkowitz
Philadelphia, Pa. 2013
lies the no man's land
of maybe
and that is where
the possibility
of possibility begins
jhmarkowitz
Philadelphia, Pa. 2013
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