prof. don t. nomuch

THE SEARCH

2006-06-11T17:41:00.000-07:00

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

2006-06-04T17:36:00.000-07:00

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

2006-05-29T11:19:00.000-07:00

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

2006-05-27T18:03:00.000-07:00

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

2006-05-21T17:24:00.000-07:00

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

2006-05-14T18:15:00.000-07:00

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

2006-05-10T19:15:00.000-07:00

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

SOMEBODY

2006-05-03T17:28:00.000-07:00

SOMEBODY

I know a somebody, that’s really something,
for the likes of me, a nobody. I’ve been a
nobody all my life and I’ll go out a nobody.
The somebody I know worked hard to be just
that, and what does he have that I don’t? Well
the list would include ulcers, nervous ness,
sleepless nights and money of course.
But after I got done calculating the put ons
and put offs, and the ins and outs, ups and
downs, the side steps and step ons, the run
a rounds and the run overs, the walk through
and the walk overs, the I win and the you lose,
the shorts and the longs, the nays and yeas,
the dreams and the nightmares, the hot and
cold. That’s only a start of the list, but not only
was I getting tired, but fed up with the whole
game.
But back to calculating, minuses were ninety
three point seven percent, leaving six point
three percent on the plus side. There was no
undecided, no gray area, just black and white.
But what did he lose, well the six point three
percent would cover about a tenth of it.
Oh his portfolio is bulging with stocks and
holdings. He has to inventory his stuff, be-
cause he has expensive and valuable stuff.
[My stuff comes from Target and Wal Mart
so no need to inventory.] My portfolio is a
empty manila folder, I wouldn’t even know
what a portfolio is if he hadn’t told me.
The hardest part in being around him is pre-
tending, to be in awe of all his things, and his
so called station in life. I don’t envy him,
rather I feel sorry for him.
Well I got to go I got some whittling to do
before dinner - no supper, I’ve been around
him too long.

© Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006

TRUST

2006-05-02T18:38:00.000-07:00

TRUST

Without trust we humans can’t function or
even exist.
We have to be able to trust our God, our mate,
our boss, our children, our parents, our neighbors,
our government, our doctors, bankers, even the
plumber, and of course Larry the cable guy.
When trust is lost there’s a break down in every
human reaction. Love one of the biggest and highest
human emotion can’t function without trust.
The lack of trust can have a terrible consequence,
divorce, murder, even war. Every form of hatefulness
can be triggered by the lack of trust.
To gain trust--
you have to be
Trusting
you have to be
Reliable
you have to be
Understanding
you have to be
Steadfast
you have to be
Truthful

One of the highest compliments you can be given is
that you are trustworthy. To be trustworthy you are
not required to have things or be wealthy.
A trustworthy person is a rich person in the heart.
When you become trustworthy, you will find the people
around you are trustworthy also.

Am I saying it’s contagious, absolutely, it’s more
contagious than the common cold.

© Prof. Don T. Nomuch 2006

KNOWING YOU

2006-05-02T17:41:00.000-07:00

KNOWING YOU

Just to know you
Rushing water, tall mountains
Winning a race, are nothing
After knowing you.

I hear your laughter miles away
Or is it an echo of long ago
I wait for your closeness
But it doesn’t come.

I wait only because there is nothing left
The rushing water just a spring shower
The tall mountain only a cloud
The race nothing more than a stroll.

© Prof. Don T. Nomuch 2006

VERY LITTLE ME

2006-04-23T15:28:00.000-07:00

VERY LITTLE ME

Once I was warm

And I knew love

And I was kept from harm

I knew nothing to fear

Oh how peaceful it was

But it ended in less than a year

For I was born.

© Prof. Don T. Nomuch 2006

GREAT UNCLE WEST

2006-04-23T15:22:00.000-07:00

GREAT UNCLE WEST

Small talk and decisions over. I sat back to enjoy my 1st cup of coffee. There’s something about the 1st cup it’s always the best. I was engrossed in the picture of my Great Grandmother. There were other photos, one of a family group, I didn’t recognize anyone. And there was a picture of my Great Uncle West. He was in his Sunday best, he looked good. It’s been said; that he borrowed that suit from a friend to have his picture took. What I found amusing was that Great Grandma was hung just enough higher than Great Uncle West, so it seemed she was looking down on him which; I’ve been told she did in real life.
You see Great Uncle West was the family clown and nerdeewell. I’ve been told he could make up a batch of “shine” that was as smooth as silk and as soft as satin. With the kick of a Mo. mule and would warm you from the crown of your head to the soles of your feet. He was a jack of all trades and the master of none. And he would work harder for a good partial joke, than he would for a days pay. He loved to dance and play the fiddle, and could do both at the same time.
He had few enemies, and lots of friends, but his few enemies were stronger than all his friends. He was always there and fun to be around, but if you had a need, West couldn’t be found.
Great Grandma is supposed to have said West would end up in a whiskey barrel. Wouldn’t she be surprised to know they both were hanging in a cracker barrel?

© Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006

AN INTERVIEW WITH PROF. NOMUCH

2006-04-23T15:05:00.000-07:00

AN INTERVIEW WITH PROF. NOMUCH

Good evening my name is Benjamin Ther; just call me Ben because I have been. I with the Where Were We net work [WWWBC] are privileged to have with us tonight one of our countries foremost scholars, as long as he is in his own setting that being in rural,-rural, very rural America. He is one of our leading experimenters; he refers to himself as an experienced experimenter. If years add any meaning to experience, then he has that title won hands down. He is almost the greatest muser of our times. He has the uncanny ability to leave the track and take you on a side trip, generally to places you never thought of going to and probably no desire to go there, and to return to the track like he never left. He is the active Professor of Norsquat U. He received his professorship and doctorate from the same school. He presently is researching energy, marriage in America, low level flight, and many projects not yet named.
Good evening Professor Don T. Nomuch! I am sorry I never covered all your credentials but let me say a 20 page resume’ is quite impressive. Oh, before I forget, I want to mention your website www.profdontnomuch.,blogspot,com
Hello Prof... Nomuch, may I call you Don or what would you like?
Oh, Ben, just call me professor. I haven’t had that part as long as the rest so I use it more so it can catch up with the rest.
Oh, I like that, professor, so tell us where you’re from. Wait, I know you have labs all over the globe but your home base Norsquat where is it and how did it get its name?
Well, Ben I’m from what could be called a disputed area. I live in a part of the state that is across the river from the state. I’m not going to tell you the exact spot, but let your listeners look it up. Oh, yes it’s true; several states which are divided by a large river are on both sides of the river. Look it up! No lie! It happened during a large flood and the river changed dramatically. We lost several towns but Norsquat survived. We lost Snake Den Holler, Buzzards Roost, and the beautiful little town, Bugnolia. Norsquat got its name from the Indians, the Tender rear tribe I believe. It’s a hard thing to say in Indian, it’s like a sound my belly makes when I eat beans and sauerkraut. It translates to burrs on ground, norsquat. The countryside is very sandy, made up from the riverbed from the flood. Not The Flood, but the flood from l00 to 150 years ago, and we have a lot of sand burrs, they are a plant that grows 6 to 8 inches high with burrs. So Norsquat it was.
So professor, Norsquat University is names after the place where it is located right.
Half right, Ben. The U doesn’t stand for University, but rather underschool. They just shortened it, that’s all. It kind of made you think of underwear. So did our neighboring schools. They even had a jingle, Hanes no jockey in Norsquat! So, they shortened to U and it helped our PR.
I can see that, professor, you have cleared up a lot for us, thanks, very informative, so what would you like to talk about?
How about girls, Ben? My wife says that’s all I can do is talk, now that I think about it, she will make me wish I hadn’t so how about some of our projects like our big compass?
Sounds great, go for it professor. Well, in one of our remote labs, the government wants us to keep the location secret as it might be an embarrassment to them. How could you embarrass a politician they can’t even embarrass themselves, though they try had enough.
But because of the funding, we should keep the place secret. At this lab, we have the largest compass known to man. A regular compass is fun to mess with but not this one.
When we got it assembled, that’s sucker hooked on to north and stayed there. Facts are, we were afraid the North Pole might come down through Canada and slap us up the side the head. If we had our heads on the needle. With the help of an obscure government agency, we got a big, how do I say big to make it big. Spit. What I mean, is that thing is big, and the seat was 10 to 12 feet off the ground. I believe a small mechanic could crawl through the muffler into the motor if he wasn’t clausphobic. We were going to pull the needle to the East, to see how much juice was needed to do the same. This is what experimenters do, so we bring this big, big, tractor up to the needle, I guess a little too close., Because Bam! Now, we’re working on a way to get that tractor off the needle. This is the 83rd day we have been working on this, the best idea so far, to see if the government wants to test some really big rocket engines. That may be a little far
fetched, even for the government, so probably what we will do is: [experimenters use a lot of [;, ; [ ]. --, ! and???] etc., tools of the trade, you might say. What will we do? Well we are thinking {day 87th } of removing, taking the needle lose from the compass and hauling the tractor and needle south to the equator. On the equator we tie the tractor to hold it in the north position, and then drag the needle and tractor south. We must be very careful because when that needle decides to point south instead of north look out she’s coming and the only thing stopping her is south, so you see we also have to tie that needle down also or we will have to go to the Antarctic to get our needle. Spit Just the thought of all that makes me tired.
Excuse me Professor Nomuch, but I’m getting signs that time has run out, I hope we can get together real soon.
That would be fine with me, Ben.
Great, and thanks again professor this is Ben Ther saying good night from WWWBC
Remember you be there cause I have been.

Till we meet in the classroom of life

©Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006

TO MY SHADOW A GOOD FREIND

2006-04-17T16:06:00.000-07:00

TO MY SHADOW
A GOOD FREIND

This morning I went for a walk,
My shadow wanted to play
How I wish we could talk
I know what I would say.

I would tell him, look we had our day
Many a day in the summer sun,
When we did run and play
And yes, we did have fun.

And at noon when it was hot
He would hide under my feet,
At that time of day he was just a spot
But early and late he was hard to beat.

We stopped at a bench to take a break
He’s sad, maybe a little mad,
I’ve had all the walking I could take,
He remembers when I was a lad,

Through the woods how we would run,
I could because of my age;
He could because of the sun.
Our book of life’s first page.

You were there when I had things to say
You would listen when no one else would,
If you remember, it wasn’t all play
We worked, you and I, like we should.

Even today you are still by my side,
I noticed you have slowed down,
Don’t you worry I won’t run and hide,
I have quit playing the part of a clown.

The pages filled so very fast
You and I were a team,
We both thought it would always last.
Were those days as great, as they seem?

Our book is almost done,
And my shadow, my good friend,
Neither of us has won,
For the last page will say - the end.

© Prof. Don T. Nomuch 2006

Happy Easter

2006-04-16T16:12:00.000-07:00

I am hoping you were able to enjoy you faimly and friends, as I did.
A blessed Easter to all.

Until we meet agian in the classroom of life,

Prof. Don T. Nomuch

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

2006-04-13T18:44:00.000-07:00

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

Where are you now that I need you?
Everything is dark and uncertain
It seems that everyone is against Me

MY GOD, MY GOD, WHY DID YOU FORSAKE ME?

You being at My side would be like an army.
But you are gone, like the rest.
I keep calling your name
The echoes of it sound again and again
Through the valleys of My imagination,
And you do not come
You do not answer.
You hear Me for I can feel your embarrassment.
That I understand, for I know you like no other can.
The hatred, the lies, the lust, the greed,
The stubbornness. and all the other
Black slime that is a part of you.
I have seen it all today.
The pain is more than anyone
Should have to endure
Not from what they are doing to Me
But you – you have to take that responsibility.

I AM THIRSTY.

Still I want you near Me.
Again I call your name.
If you should have a change of heart remember
There’s always a place by My side,
That soon will be pierced.

IT IS FINISHED

© Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006

WALKING MY DUCK

2006-04-12T18:01:00.000-07:00

WALKING MY DUCK

Sitting here by the fire, I was thinking of a man and his duck.
Now I know you are going to call me a liar, but this is the way
the story came too me. I didn’t add or take away, oh maybe
just a wee. As you can see this isn’t a story you would keep
under your hat. So here it comes from where I sat.

I was going to walk my dog,
but he was sleeping like a log.
With my usual run of luck,
I ended up walking my duck.

He didn’t chase a thing, or even smell
But did he have a story to tell.

Not being bilingual I didn’t know
what was on his mind,
or even if he had a mind.
Then I started to worry about mine.

Here I was on a bright clear day,
walking a duck with so much to say.
I caught myself answering with an uhuh
Oh dear - -
I hope one was near.
For they might put me away,
on this nice bright day.
All because this darn duck
has so much to say.

He talks all the way to the pond,
and all the way back.
I get so tired of hearing
QUACK, QUACK, QUACK.

But I probably do it again tomorrow
though he talks like a politician, you see,
with him I tend to agree.

© Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006

MILDRED

2006-04-11T17:38:00.000-07:00

MILDRED

I looked at her and tried to justify my feelings

Nervousness and anxiety filled my very being

my soul

If only she had lied, but no, the truth was her hallmark

Why did I ignore her as if she had no value?

If only I had listened to her, and accepted her warning

Her patience, steadfastness, loyalty, and persistence

Make it even harder for me to plead a case for myself

So I have to accept the responsibility and shame

of missing my tee time

Because I didn’t check with Mildred

my hall clock

© Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006

CONTENTMENT

2006-04-09T12:44:00.000-07:00

CONTENTMENT

DEATH - If you feel secure with your Creator-Savior God and the
only thing you fear about dying is that you have never did it before -
then you have contentment.
SPOUSE - Love her of course, but more so, if you would rather be
with her, even on her worst day, than any place else -
then you have contentment.
FAMILY - If you feel love from the family you love -
then you have contentment.
YOURSELF - If you can be by yourself and not someone else to
entertain you -
then you have contentment.
HOME - It can be ever so humble, yet you anxious and happy to
return to it -
then you have contentment.
FOOD - If its just a peanut butter sandwich and you feel the need to
give thanks for the peanunt butter and bread -
then you have contentment.
CLOTHES - If you don’t have enough that you have to make a decision
but glad you have a choice -
then you have contentment.
WORK - If you feel like singing on Monday because you have a job
to go to, or you find pride in a clean floor and made bed -
then you have contentment.
MONEY - If you have a zero balance at the end of the year and you are
happy because its not negative, and you were able to share some of your
“wealth” with someone less fortunate than you -
then you have contentment.
MEMORIES - If you have memories that makes your heart swell into
your throat and causes a tear to fall and a warmth comes over you like
the sun after a spring shower -
then you have contentment.
EXTRAS - On a Sunday morning you hear the church bell and you
know your love ones are hearing that bell through it is some where else,
and maybe far away -
then you have contentment.
WITH CONTENTMENT - Is there a need for anything else, not that I
know of, or can imagine. I am most fortunate for -
for I am a contentment man.

© Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006

OLD MAN

2006-04-07T18:41:00.000-07:00

OLD MAN

There’s an old man in my head,
I don’t know if he is a combination
of all the old men I have known,
or my imagination. Or is he me?

He is so real I wouldn’t be surprised
if he filled out a tax form. He literally
consumes me, for that reason I don’t
let him out unless I’m alone.
Because he almost always brings
tears, and yet he always lifts me up,
with the love he has for his queen.

He loves her – so deeply –
so completely – so unselfishly,
he makes me envious of his sadness.
I have caught him, when he didn’t
know I was watching, dancing with
her while he swept the dance floor.
Or on a cold stormy night he was
holding her hand and whispering
to her, as they watched the moon
over a lake, that I couldn’t see.

He has never told me about her,
this is too personal for him to talk
about. I don’t know if she has
gone on ahead, and is waiting for him,
or is she lying on a sick bed, or is
she in his imaginary world, waiting
for him to come home for supper.

I know her hands are soft and
young, her eyes are bright, and
her walk is bouncy, and her voice
is like birds singing.
I also know that when he is with
her, he has no pain. His strength
returns, and he is king.

Do you understand why
I’m crying right now?

© Prof. Don T. Nomuch 2006

PROF. NOMUCH ON ENERGY

2006-04-05T18:16:00.000-07:00

PROF NOMUCH ON ENERGY
A NEW SOURSE OF ENERGY

I would say good afternoon, but to some of you lazy dumplings it’s your morning. Also you party animals, you are wishing it was night so hard that it might as well be. Oh spit what should I say good morning, afternoon, or night. I’ll say Hi, no too informal maybe hello! Yes but Helloooooo!! I’m Prof. Don T, Nomuch [hold the applause till the end] from Norsquat U. Todays subject is energy – where we lest expect to find it, but we are looking.
We know that we are surrounded by energy its just we have to put it to use. For instance, stand in the sun with no air movement, such as in a large test tube, and man you are going to get hot! Wow I mean hot! I tried it once that was enough. Test tubes are darn hard to get out especially when they are hot. Spit! If you should want to try this experiment be sure to practice your exit a couple of times in the shade. Oh spit be sure to get a flat bottom tube, the rounded bottom one are hard to stand in, your left foot will slide down on top of your of your right one or the other way around. Spit The first one on the bottom ends up on the bottom. Do you understand the complexity of this? That energy boy, I mean getting out of the test tube, spit. We, the ones of us that have been in the field, realize that energy is every where – wind, water, sun, and even ants. I’m in the middle of an experiment [that I’ll give you a full report on at a later date] to determine how many ants it would take on a wheel or treadmill to generate one watt of electric. When that is determined, I know what you are thinking, that ants come in different sizes from them little vulgar ones to the larger Texas size ones. Well we discovered that early in the experiment, I think it was on day 157 or there about to be exact. Where was I when I thought of your thoughts and interrupted myself? Spit! Oh yes, when we determine that number then the work gets simpler, well a little, for instance if you wanted to light a 60 watt bulb you would take the first number and multiply by the last number. In this case the first number would be the number of ants needed and the last number would be the number of watts needed to light a 60 watt bulb which in this case would be 60 or put another way number of ants needed [X] multiplied by number of watts [60] is that plain enough? The lamp would be lit only during the working hours of the ants, so it’s plain to see, even for an uneducated mind, that an alternative power source is needed. This will come out in our report when our experiment is through.
I was looking through some of my old things and came across my old boy scout compass boy do I have some old stuff its old, some is almost as old as I am spit! Back to the compass, I was always taken, about the needle always pointing north. You can turn it real quick and spit; it will swing around and point north. I even put my hand over it still the same. Needle pointed north. Then I performed the ultimate test I laid a map on the table with the top of the map to the north set the compass on the map it pointed to the top of the map. Then I did it, I took the compass out of the room, turned the map around 180 degrees brought the compass back in the room real fast, and set it on the map. Spit, it pointed to the bottom of the map. You see it wasn’t fooled, it still pointed north. This is the kind of action you would and should expect from an experienced experimenter. Spit. I wasn’t born yesterday, now we have a solid foundation to work on. A compass always points north unless you are in Australia. We aren’t there so I won’t get into that.
How do we get energy that’s in a compass to work for us? That’s a good question and who ever asked it should have to work it out. Not having the foggiest idea who the dumpling was, my crew and I went to work. Maybe I should have said my crew and I went to the lab. It’s a good way to get out of the house. Some guys talk about working in their melon patch [honeydews] you know honey do this honey do that. If I was talk about that stuff I guess I’d talk about cleaning out my stable because I’m always in deep dodo. Maybe we went to the lab for different reasons it doesn’t matter we are here looking for energy, I need it cause I’m a little pooped. After many weeks of wild guess and wilder ideas we decided on making the needle spin, and then we would have a motor. We would have to demagnetize the needle for a short period of time or add current in the right time and places To do this we decided on a rabbit kind like what they use at dog races, only ours would run around the compass. It wouldn’t get the juice until it hit east. I’m sorry, juice is electrical current, that’s what we call it in the lab; in lab talk juice is electric current, like the MDs call their clients, customers, or whatever, the sick people. Patients. They are not patient, who could be in a room full of sickies, squalling kids, and drooling old people, and winning middle people. Nothing but old magazines, if you have been sick in the last thirty years you have seen them. WWII just isn’t news anymore. And the TV with no sound, you see a country being blown up and you wonder who the president has us fighting now. An announcer is giving ball scores and you don’t know if the Cubbies were beaten bad or lost by only 4 or 5 runs. I get so beside myself that I have to go to psychiatrist, after going to my Dr., to get myself put back into me. Did you notice I didn’t say visit my Dr. I didn’t because he doesn’t talk. He uses words that even I, Prof Nomuch, doesn’t know, them are some big words, believe me. Spit, I digress where were we, good question WWW, I’ve heard that some where before, spit. Back to the rabbit we will give him juice at east, south, and southwest, and then let nature take the needle north that’s our free juice. He’s a real juiced up rabbit, it depends on the size of our compass, and we may have to make him a fox. Or maybe an elephant, wow, I don’t know if an elephant will go fast enough. We will have to try, that’s what we experimenters do.

Till we meet in the classroom of life,

Prof. Don T. Nomuch © 2006

RANDY AND RONDA

2006-04-04T19:31:00.000-07:00

RANDY AND RONDA

The night was perfect.
The moon was resting on a faraway hill. The stars were extra bright.
Ronda never looked more beautiful.
Randy was shocked that he was thinking of his mother,
of the time she took to box His ears when he needed it.
He was sure the manners he had learned,
from her, went a long way with Ronda.
Randy had reached maturity.
This was a special date; he was taking Ronda, to the lake to see the moon on the water. Randy was impatient, running ahead then calling for her to hurry.
Ronda’s mind was busy also, will love last. How long would she have Randy?
Her thoughts were interrupted, when she saw
Randy was standing above her waving for her to hurry.

He was bathed in such a bright light - - My but he was handsome.
Then a loud noise. Her world started to spin.
.
Rushing up the hill she found him.
Broken and quiet.
Tears dimmed her vision.
There was that light again.
A loud noise.
She felt her body brake.
NOTHING
Everything was quiet and peaceful.
There was Randy calling her,
She went to him
Her question was answered
LOVE IS ETERNAL

Below the light and noise continued, for who has time to stop on route seventy, because of a couple dead raccoons.
© Prof. Don T. Nomuch 2006

REVOLATIONS

2006-04-01T17:06:00.000-08:00

prof don t. nomuch REVOLUTIONS

It was either the 2nd or 3rd revolution
When I jumped upon the scene
Who counts in these try times?

I don’t think anyone knew
Where they were going.
Small children were crying for their mothers
Their fathers had disappeared long ago.

An old woman reaches
Out for one of the crying babies
You could tell it wasn’t hers
It looked like she was trying to regain
Something she had lost long ago.

Life here has lost all purpose
Nothing but ups and downs
Life has become a terrible circle.

I found myself holding on
Tighter than necessary
Afraid of loosing my few worldly
Possessions, a camera and film
And a mashed candy bar

The world had become a blur
And I felt the urge to vomit.

I wonder why I am here
I think I’m too old to
Ride a merry-go-round.

© Prof. Don T, Nomuch 2006

THE WIND

2006-03-31T18:40:00.000-08:00

THE WIND

I would like to describe the wind
But I can’t because I haven’t been
That far or that high
To know where it starts in the sky.
Describe the wind, I shouldn’t try,
But then, what makes the eagle fly?
Soaring high, over the canyon below
And makes the embers of my fire glow
Here, then gone, like it’s never been.
That’s why I want to describe the wind.
What so beautifully caresses a girl,
And as it leaves, messes a curl.
Fields of daisies, their heads all bowed,
Before the shadow of the racing cloud
The waves on the lake do a graceful dance
All because the wind came by chance
The willows bend, sway, and weep
And all you see are the backs of sheep
Many faces has the wind
And many voices that come within
For at times, it is just a breeze caught in a sail
And then with strength it grows into a gale
If you ever think that strength is wrong
Listen in the pines to its song...
I have a favorite windy place
Where it can dry the tears on my face.
Though I love it I must confess
I like it when it takes an occasional rest

© Prof. Don T. Nomuch 2006,

LIFES UPS AND DOWNS

2006-03-30T17:52:00.000-08:00

LIFES UPS AND DOWNS

I have lived in the lowest of crevasses and the highest of peaks.
You must realize you can’t live on a peak all your life, life is not that way, well maybe it could be. but we humans won’t allow it.
So while you are there enjoy, take in all the beauty and wonder that’s there. Put this in your memory account, to draw on when needed.
Remember when you feel your world shaken and you’re about to slide off your peak, grab hold and pull with all your might. That place is yours and you are to stay there as long as you can.
The mind has a gravity pull as strong as the earths, the only difference; you can control your minds gravity.
Sometimes we get so tired and exhausted we allow it to win. When you start too slide down from your peak don’t allow the fall to go to the bottom. if at all possible. Find the will to stop, draw from your memory account, remembering what the top was like, and find that strength to hold on and start your climb up again. The strength is there, you need to find it, and when you do, allow it to pull you up.
But if for some sad reason you find yourself at the bottom, I mean the bottom, where there’s no way but up. You still have choices; you can just lie there and die there. OR You can draw on your memory account, the nice thing about that account, you can never overdraw. So make your withdrawal. And in your mind set yourself on that beautiful peak. This will diminish your minds gravity pull and start your journey back. The first step will bring joy to your heart. To put icing on the cake be thankful, that in its self will increase your joy a thousand fold. On this journey, the getting there is as wonderful as the arriving.
Some of us have the opportunity to make the trip several times.
To me those trips are what we call life.
© Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006

TURTLES DON'T FLY

2006-03-28T18:25:00.000-08:00

TURTLES DON’T FLY

A turtle knows he can’t fly
So a turtle never tries.
Maybe that’s why you’ll
Never see a turtle cry.

If you were a turtle
You would try to fly
High above the trees
In a summers evening breeze
And they would write
A turtle was seen in flight
On a awful windy night.

But because you gave it a try
You could be the first turtle to cry

Even with a tear in your eye
There will be a little smile on your face.
For in your heart of hearts
You know you did try.

When your heart is broken
It’s O.K. for you to cry
It lets your heart know
All will pass by and by.

So dry the tear from your eye
And let that little smile grow
For in your heart you know
You did more than just try.

© Prof. Don t. Nomuch 2006

WHY

2006-03-27T15:19:00.000-08:00

Some of my thoughts on

WHY

When I was a little boy
And my kite wouldn’t fly
I asked why ?

While still of tender years
My love said good—by
I asked why ?

Then I grew to manhood
And heard my child cry
I asked why ?

I saw man at his best
Then say an eye for an eye
I asked why ?

As a stooped old man
I watched life pass by
I asked why ?

From kite to rocking chair
How time does fly
I asked why ?

The answer is forth coming
For when I die
I’ll know why .

©Prof. Don T. Nomuch 2006

A STATMENT FROM PROF. NOMUCH

2006-03-26T07:29:00.000-08:00

I do have the question and the answer! When we were small, we were asking the greatest question one could ask. WHY? If you ask it enough you will finally get the answer. BECAUSE!

Wait a moment this is not as stupid as it sounds. What if we never asked why? What if we never asked why is there steam when water gets hot. Ask the guy who makes moomshine in the hills. WHY will open enough doors, that you could catch a death of a cold. This discussion on why could last for a day or two, I'm an old man and don't have time for all that, so take it from me why is a good question. Why? Because!

There I let the cat out of the bag. What is the greatest answer? Because! Remember when you were small and you asked your mommy a hundred times why [ if she is available ask her, bet she will say a thousand] finally you get the answer. She says BECAUSE! It satisfies you, and you don't ask why for maybe an hour. Wouldn't Einstein, saved himself a lot of work by just stating his theory of relatively, and adding because at the end. Think of the chalk he would have saved just working out all those formulas.

Sometimes the word because is necessary, because that's the only answer we have at the moment. Where does electric go when you unpklug a light cord, an uneducated quick answer is, it's gone. Why? Because! You see, because puts the ball back in your court leaving you to figure it out. In most of life's little problems [which may seem like a mountain to the one that has them] are best worked out by you. So my lectures and poems will ask a lot of whys and give you the answer, because. Leaving you to work it out.

As a little extra there will be opinions, we have them. [we petains to Me, Myself,and I] If you don't like them don't read them. Why? Because! [But isn't it kind of fun to disagree once in a while?] Why is it so hard to explain what I'm thinking? Well for one thing there are so many ideas on one little subject, and of course, because.

Also death will come up if it bothers you leave it, I hope it doesn't. It's a part of life, the last part, or is it? I think it's just the beginning. I think that death and brith are very similar; it's the unknown that bothers us not only about death but everything. The ones who know about it aren't here to tell us, or answer our questions, we are left with our great answer, because. This is my thoughts on different things, my personal whys and be causes. I also touch on something we all do, and that's, we all are getting older. I had a hard time turning forty, since then, each decade is better. After all this boring stuff, I hope you stick around, you just might find something you like, and probably a lot you don't like.

Till we meet in the classroom of life

Prof. Don T. Nomuch

2006-03-25T14:13:00.000-08:00

This one of my lighter moments, we will get a bit more serious later. Prof. Don T. Nomuch

FEATHERS

Man has the ability to ruin most

Of his best dreams.

FLYING—a case in point.

For years man could lay back on

A green hillside – watch clouds

and a hawk high above and

Dream of flight.

This was not laziness or

Idle day dreaming.

This was as close to work as you

Could get without sweating

Since man first seen feathers

He has wanted to wear them

and fly

All except chicken feathers

Which are in the way when

you want to fry.