Jet's Thoughts

Mother and Child

2011-05-08T07:25:00.000-07:00

The child, arms wrapped around
His mother's waist, dozes off
As she pedals her bicycle
Under the torrid sun.

One arm protects her precious jewel,
The other navigates,
Her shirt soaked by torrents of sweat
That roll down to cool her child's face.

Legs dangling on each side of the wheel,
Occasionally grazed by its spokes,
The child snuggles restlessly behind,
Face pressed against the warmth of mother's back.

The mother pushes her bicycle,
With a final reservoir of energy,
All the while she thinks,
Her chores are never done.

Just A Poem

2010-11-09T21:04:00.001-08:00

Just a poem I wrote for you
Much in need of perfect chords
And melody so sweet and true
Like fine wine paired to words

Lyrics escape from the darkness
To seek the glitter of your eyes
That gazed into my starkness
And sent my low a million highs

You know moments perfect to call
To heal my wounds with a touch
With open arms that catch my fall
And tell me you care and such

No gift could ever enunciate
My thoughts through and through
Just how I truly appreciate
What these verses could do

As every note falls in line
Spirit flows from a jeroboam
Cheers for a friendship so fine
With no more than just a poem

Curious

2010-10-23T19:34:00.000-07:00

Day in and day out
Bicker then as bicker now
Tiny things make her shout
Little things make him crow

Yet night brings a kiss
And morning, a kiss too
With him gone, she will miss
When they meet, a hug or two

Curious

For Sunday Scribblings

Mind and Body in Chunks of Twenties

2010-10-22T23:38:00.000-07:00

As I am around the forty mark, I find myself enjoying doing more and more of the intellectual things – learning music, going to a symphony, going to a museum, reading, writing, doing photography, etc., etc. I find people who challenge me intellectually (without insulting me of course!) very attractive. To be sure, in the context I am talking about, the attractiveness is not a physical attraction or an attraction that would make me be unfaithful, but rather an attraction to the person because of their ideas and ideology. That person could be a world-figure like the Dalai Lama or Nelson Mandela, or figures from the past like Mother Teresa or Mozart, or just a really good friend on the same intellectual wavelength.

This realization has caused me to come up with a theory (a non-scientific one at that, but one that I hope sounds plausible at the very least).

We go through life being constantly reminded that we should have a good balance between our minds and our bodies. By and large, there is a fluidity between the two as one cannot exist without the other. However, I believe that at various stages of our lives, the balance shifts in favour of one over the other and back. My thought is that these shifts occur every twenty years, starting with the mind, then to the body, then back to the mind, then to the body again, and finally slowly giving both mind and body a rest.

During the first twenty years of our lives, our mind-body balance weighs more towards the mind. This is evidenced by the fact that during the first twenty years of existence, 17 or more years are in formal schooling. This intense learning period vastly favours the mind. Although we are encouraged to stimulate the body through sports and physical education, the vast majority of the activity such as reading, writing, drawing, calculating, performing, etc. provide stimulus to the mind, albeit not by choice at this stage.

But then, during the next twenty years, the balance shifts towards the body. This is the primary stage wherein we prepare our bodies to be attractive in an attempt to find a life-partner. This is also the stage wherein we work, which for the most part is a physical thing, whereby we do use our brains but this is not necessarily our minds. I would contend that our brains are the physical manifestation of our minds and therefore I would consider it to be more body rather than mind.

Between forty and sixty, although the fluidity of body and mind will continue to exist, I believe the balance will again weigh towards the mind, but this time by choice. We start to find ways to fulfill our intellectual desires. We want to absorb big ideas and see beauty in even the most insignificant things. We try to find meaning in reason, and raise questions about the very existence itself. We find ourselves wanting to connect to the intellectuals of past and present. We see more and more attractiveness in mind, perhaps even more so than in body.

From sixty to eighty, we find ourselves conscious of our bodies more than ever (I deduce this through pure speculation as I am not there, and through observation of elders that are or have been around me). This is the stage wherein we find ourselves feeling we are at the mercy of our bodies. We attempt everything possible to strengthen our bodies at this stage. We are essentially forced to listen to and focus on our bodies once again.

Finally, if we are lucky enough to survive past eighty, we will focus either on both body and mind, or on neither. We will either be conscious that both body and mind will soon come to an end, or we will focus on neither mind nor body because we are consign to the fact that the end is inevitable.

Fate

2010-06-07T20:45:00.000-07:00

Have you ever noticed? Only past events can ever be attributable to fate. Future events? Not so much! Take advantage of this weak characteristic of fate and envision any destiny you so desire. So long as the destiny is still in the future, it is still possible! Simply by envisioning your desired destiny, you will steer your subconscious to take those actions necessary to reach it (this is probably straight out of the law of attraction by just in my own words). Then, when you look backwards on your events, you could safely say, "yup, that was fate, and wow, did I ever have control of it!" Be careful though, not to look backwards too soon, because these things take time!

A Father's Lullaby

2010-03-06T19:48:00.000-08:00

Through your eyes, I see my future
Through your ears, sounds of joy
When you smile, elations endure
When you frown, I feel strife
From your heartbeat, endless hope
From your breath, a breeze of life

In Memory of a Friend's Nonno

2010-01-17T14:35:00.000-08:00

Let there be comfort and be known
When you look down from above
To see the beauty you have sown
You'll find a family full of love

Imprisoned Thoughts of Ecila

2009-09-12T21:13:00.001-07:00

Round, dreamy, misty eyes
Quiet confidence revealed.
Magical, intellectual aura
Gentle presence unsealed.
Subtle, mischievous smile
Lovable nature unconcealed.
Logical, emotional Ecila
Dull, boring moments healed.

Indulgence

2009-07-10T20:07:00.000-07:00

Tonight, I feel indulgence is not chocolate or a fancy meal, but a good conversation with a friend that lingers long after, that brings a smile in after-thought, that seems too short even as day converts to night, that obliterates the surrounding chatter into noise, that creates a longing for the next conversation.

For other thoughts: Sunday Scribblings

Human

2009-07-05T09:05:00.000-07:00

Is it human to feel serenity in the power of cello music in the dark car cabin, as the voiceless GPS device projects each turn onto a dark background? That was the feeling I had last night as I navigated through the streets to find my reacquainted friend's home. I was used to a voice guiding me to the destination, but this night, there was no voice, only cello music. The lights from the street lamps outside provided a sense of romanticism. Thoughts of reminiscence and fantasy flashed through my mind like the scenes from a movie. When I arrived, the music had ceded to the Bluetoothed voice of my friend on the car's speakers, asking me to come on up.

Other thoughts at Sunday Scribblings

Oh My(,) Canada!

2009-07-01T09:08:00.000-07:00

My oh my, a land for all
Where maple blooms in the fall
From Green Gables to Edmonton Mall
From Great Lakes to Rockies tall
Oh my, Canada!
A land for all!

My oh my, a land for me
That took my family as refugee
From penniless to mortgage free
From boomers to generation three
Oh my Canada!
I stand on guard for thee!

Absurd

2009-06-14T20:58:00.000-07:00

Absurdity is relative.
Eat with two sticks? Absurd!
Eat with both hands? Absurd!
Eat with no utensils? Absurd!
Absurdity was absurd!

Other absurd thoughts: Sunday Scribblings

Unconditional Trust

2009-06-12T08:35:00.000-07:00

On the edge of the bed
Tentative
Hands stretched
"Jump!"
Tentative
"Jump!"
Eyes closed
Jumps
Into Daddy's arms.

Disconnected

2009-05-16T21:52:00.000-07:00

There have been moments in my life when I felt a sudden disconnectedness, as if I was outside looking at myself. It was as if there was a sudden realization of my place in existence. The feeling was strange and lonely. It made me want to go and immediately hug everyone around me.

Luckily, I snapped out of it in a flash.

Was I going crazy?

Scorpio Man

2009-03-13T22:13:00.000-07:00

Summoned by Artemis
Courageous attack
Orion destroyed
Reward in heavens
Pluto truly rules
Indifferent to Mars
Opal the stone
...-={<== heavens
Magnesium the metal
Always passionate
Never insincere

Other thoughts here: http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/

Fork in the Road

2009-03-13T21:20:00.000-07:00

When you see a fork in the road
Don't just stand there
Take it
And put it in the trash can
Unless...
You're on the way to a barbeque
But forgot to bring a fork
Then wash it
And use it when you get there
But don't just stand there

Other thoughts here: http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/

Our Moon

2009-02-27T20:51:00.000-08:00

(Sung to the song, "The Moon Represents My Heart", made famous in Asia by Teresa Teng, 1953-1995; remade by Kenny G.; my favourite is the piano rendition - videos below the lyrics)

Tonight, our moon
So brightly shines
The love that's in your eyes

Love that never dies
Let the tears subside
Soon our hearts will beat as one

Tonight, our moon
So brightly shines
The warmth deep from your heart

Hold your hand in mine
Take me to your heart
That is where my soul belongs

True love in our twilight
Let this feeling never end
Your love under moonlight
Want to tell the world I love you

Tonight, our moon
So brightly shines
The road that leads to you

When I hold you tight
Twilight to the night
Makes our moon ever so bright

Sing, sing a love that's strong
Let this music never end
Listen, this tune's our song
In the twilight we will dance

Tonight, our moon
So brightly shines
The beauty of your face

Just one kiss of your lips
A cup of coffee, many sips
Taste from heaven up above

Never ever fly away
If you ever lose your way
Let our moon show you to my heart

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teresa_Teng

Dandelion: Acrostic

2009-02-21T08:08:00.000-08:00

Do you feel I
Am
Not a flower?
Do you
Envy my
Longevity?
I love you
Only more
Needlessly.

Other thoughts here: Acrostic Poetry Only

Spectral

2009-02-16T20:26:00.000-08:00

Thought I saw you.

Thought.

Saw.

Did.

See.

Valentine's Day Acrostic

2009-02-15T21:19:00.000-08:00

A bit late and corny, but oh well... it was for Valentine's Day!

Visions of you
Always fill me with
Love
Even when you're
Not in
The mood!
I'm
Never
Ever sad
'cause
Seeing you

Darling is
All I ever
Yearn to do.

Other thoughts here: Acrostic Poetry Only
Also submitted to Monday Poetry Train Revisited 'cause I'm a bit tired and more than a bit lazy.

Please Come Again!

2009-02-15T20:24:00.000-08:00

I have to share a story that happened today. My son, Justin, decided to go snowboarding for the very first time in his life. He went over to his uncle's place to sleep over yesterday so that they could get a head start today. My wife and I stayed in town because of a birthday celebration with some friends.

As we were finishing up dim sum with our friends, shortly after noon, I got a call from my brother. He and Justin were heading back. Justin had fallen near the end of his lesson and hurt his arm. The medics at the slopes bandaged him up but suggested an x-ray be taken as a precaution in case it was fractured or broken.

We decided it would best for them to head back into town rather go to another city further north. With that, we headed to the hospital where we were to meet the two snowboarders.

Of course, at the hospital, there was no free parking. In fact, not only was the parking not free, the parking fee was exorbitantly high, but that's another rant I'll have to write about another time. After paying the eighteen-buck maximum fee (the alternative was $4 per half hour!), a receipt was dispersed.

Aside from the usual listing of the fee, taxes and disclaimers about lost items, it also read:

Thank you! Please come again!

Nice, isn't it?

The hospital parking loves our business!

After four hours in the emergency triage, we got a five minute assessment from a resident, who suggested Justin get an x-ray.

No, really?

The x-ray confirmed that Justin's wrist was indeed broken. The doctors installed a plastered cast on his arm, but said that was only temporary. We are to bring Justin back for a fibre glass replacement on Friday. In other words, "please come again!"

The hospital parking loves our business!

Sports

2009-02-14T17:30:00.000-08:00

For some ideas, I decided to look up "sports" in a reputable dictionary. I decided to check out the Merriam-Webster dictionary. I didn't really get "sports" but I did get "sport" and I was shocked to learn a couple of things:

sports can be really enjoyable (!)
writing this blog is a sport (hint: it's my source of diversion)

See the definition of sport from Merriam-Webster: http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/sport[2]

I was talking to my son Justin some time ago. I told him I used to be able to do that kung fu move where you're on your back and you flip onto your feet with one push. Justin laughed his head off in disbelieve. He seriously thought I was pulling his leg! I really have to find a way to prove to him that I used to be very athletic. In fact, I was a champion runner and jumper. I need to dig up those medals from, so, so many years ago.

Other thoughts here: Sunday Scribblings

Movement

2009-02-10T10:03:00.000-08:00

Slithering through my mind
My bow moves from tip to base
Smooth notes my fingers find
Deep vibes boom from my bass

Other thoughts there One Single Impression

These Numbers!

2009-02-10T05:41:00.000-08:00

These numbers
They dance madly
Through my head
End up in
A weird function
Whose limit reaches
Infinity.

A zero pops up
Starts to multiply
Like viruses
It creates itself
Destroys those ones
Divide and conquer
Undefined.

Vectors poke through
From dimensions
Higher than three
My brain explodes
Collapses inversely
By factors of pi
Squared.

These numbers
They never stop
Their dirty tricks
Become complex
In my fertile mind
Jumbled in utter
Randomness.

Other thoughts here: Monday Poetry Train Revisited

Art

2009-02-05T22:11:00.000-08:00

Stared at the thing
For many a minute
Deciphering!
Deciphering!

Seemed to stare back
Then looked away
Wondering!
Wondering!

For the life of me
Couldn't figure it out
Baffling!
Baffling!

Not a clue what it was
But liked staring at it
That thing!
That thing!

Other thoughts at Sunday Scribblings