THE SEARCH

THE SEARCH

I have searched the barren deserts,
the steaming jungles and the cold
regions of my mind.
With only one quest, one thing to find
This search has lasted like eternity
The rewards are as empty as a beggar’s cup
This endless safari straggles through
doubts. indecisions and prejudice wastes
And yet the search goes on and on
The confusion that I find is so profound
that the original idea is almost lost
in the shadows
And at other times so bright as to
be blinding
Always it is an extreme with everything
highly exaggerated
I haven’t charted the heights or depths
for returning is not desired or feasible.



© Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006

GRANDMA

GRANDMA


A box of butter cookies, and

I remember Grandma
Tall and stately,
Hair done in a knot.

She was tall because
I was only five.

A green bowl with
Soda and graham crackers
And butter cookies.

She possessed the greatest of powers
Could heal a bruised knee just by
Wishing it wasn’t hurt.

From different flavors cane
The tastiest of cool drinks
Served in her best crystal
With butter cookies.

And I was only five.


© Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006

I'M AN OLD PAIR OF SHOES

I’M AN OLD PAIR OF SHOES

The other day in my closet I ran across an old pair of shoes.
They brought back memories ---
When they were new you and I went dancing...
They were for special occasions.
As the newness wore off they became more comfortable,
They went with us more places – the movies. a drink at the local bar,
barbecue in the back yard, shopping, to the speedway, and walks
by the river.

Styles change – and they grew old and were neglected.
They were replaced with a new pair.

I started to discard them, but while I was holding them thinking
of the good times I had while wearing them an idea came to
mind. I cleaned them and polished them to a shine that was
deep. I put in new laces.
No they were not new, maybe not quite in fashion.
But when I put them on they were comfortable, I felt like dancing.

Then it came to me how like my old shoes am I, setting in the
corner of your closet of life.
Before you discard me – could we try a little polish, and maybe
some new laces.
Could be worth your while.
Sometimes it’s hard to find a comfortable pair of shoes because
all the new ones get in the way.
An old pair of shoes doesn’t sound very romantic but when you
can dance all night and never get tired –
I ask you what is that. Also-
Life’s road gets rocky sometimes, a dependable pair of shoes
can be very important.

© Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006

TEN STEPS TO RECOVERY

TEN STEPS TO RECOVERY


1– LET GO OF THE PAST.
Let it be just that, the past, spend your love on the present.

2–LIVE ONLY TO-DAY
If you do it correctly you’ll have no time for yesterday
or tomorrow.

3–DON’T WORRY ABOUT TOMORROW.
It may not rain and if it does that could be the end of a drouth.

4–REMEMBER WHAT WAS. NOT WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN.
“If only I had” is a foolish statement made by the lazy.

5-WHEN YOU REMEMBER PAST HAPPINESS BE GLAD
IT HAPPENED..
Don’t diminish it with concern that it’s over.

6-WHEN YOU REMEMBER PASS SADNESS BE HAPPY IT’S OVER.
Take heart that to-days sadness will also pass.

7-THINK NOT OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN.
This is as foolish as spending time thinking the Rocky Mountains
could have been the Great Lakes.

8-BE DEMANDING OF YOUR-SELF.
Do one thing you don’t want to do everyday.

9-BE TRUTHFUL TO YOUR-SELF.
Don’t get confused by daydreams and belive them.

10-DO NOT INDULGE IN SELF-PITY.
When you have no shoes remember there is someone with no feet.

© Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006

DEPARTURE

DEPARTURE

She was determined, her jaw was set, and
there was no talking her out of leaving.

I couldn’t help it, tears were rolling down
my cheeks, I wanted to hold her and ask
for more time.

She was oblivious to my feelings. In a
selfish way she was only thinking of
her self.

I had seen this coming but tried to
ignore it. Now I’m paying for living
in denial.

We had one last moment at the doorway,
it was nothing to remember, both of our
minds were on other things.

She was thinking of the future. I was
remembering the past, the closeness and
love we had known. I was brought back
to reality when I heard her say –


Daddy, do you think my training wheels
are on tight enough.

© Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006

OBSCURITY

OBSCURITY

When young I wanted immortally
My likeness done in bronze and stone
Now I’m old I want obscurity
When I die just cover my bones.

Yes, I stumbled, and I fell
I know my mistakes all too well
But the tides of time will
Wash the foot prints away.

When youth had command
I wanted foot prints in the sand
Now that old age has his way
All I do is look back and pray,

That the tides of time will
Wash the foot prints away.
The kindest thing history can say,
He never came this way.

© Prof. Don T. Nomuch 2006

YOU AND I

YOU AND I

You and I
We travel as one
We have crossed
A lot of bridges
A few we burned
A few we don’t remember
To the ones left standing
We will return
If only in memory
We have done nothing great
And will leave no legacy
Yet we wouldn’t trade
Shoes with anyone
And along the way
Someone might say
You know they loved each other
We didn’t play by the rules
We have broken some
And wrote some new ones
But for the game of life
We won the grand prize
We won each other
YOU AND I

© Prof. Don T. Nomuch 2006