And While We're At It, Let's Not Overlook Leonard Nimoy ('Dr Spock')

What can one say about this childhood 'icon' (perish that ghastly, cliche-ridden idiom), but simply that he was a man of modest pretensions alongside immodest attainments, of which, towering above and beyond all his undoubted acting ones, were his generally overlooked and unacknowledged poetic talents, of which let me just quote one or two examples from a collection in a tome, You & I, I've possessed now for many a year...

Though written as a continually expanding, unveiling succession of ever-crescendoing, generally love-oriented odes to his beloved, I will cite two poems/poetic mini-collections for readers' pondering and reflection, both relating to time and the passing thereof... regretfully without the apt as accompanying photographs...

*I am not immortal

Whatever I put off for later
May never be.

Whoever doesn't know now
That I love them
May never know.

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I have killed time.
            I have squandered it.
                         I have lost days...weeks...
As a man of unlimited wealth
Might drop coins on the street
And never look back.
I know now, that there will be an end,
A limit.

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But there is time
Valuable and precious time
To walk,
               talk,
                       breathe.
Time to touch,
                        taste,
                                  care.
To warm the child
Who is cold and lonely.
There is time to love
I promise myself...
                             I will. 

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Life comes and goes.

Laughter of the past
Rings through empty hallways.


The seasoning is bittersweet.

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Nuff said - indeed!

Admittedly the term/phrase was only and ever attached to your Star Trek buddy, the irascible 'Scotty' - or was that 'Dr Bones'? - but be that as it well may, may you yourself be beamed upwards on that great and fateful Day so soon to come... transformed 'in the twinkling of an eye' as 'this corruptible puts on incorruption and this mortal puts on immortality'...that indeed is my fervent wish and hope...

Irrespective, may you live on through your princely poetry, of a style scorned these days yet of a calibre above and beyond the vast mass of contemporary 'rhyme'... 

 

See Ya Celia...Another Good 'Un Bites the Dust

A belated blogpost to simply note and mourn the passing of a humungous giantess of a woman, Aotearoa-New Zealand's very own crusading injustice reformer, the indomitable and *doughty  parenting 'guru' Celia Lashlie...

...you were better than we deserved, yet hardly anyone, even in Parliament, noted your passing, much less any noted obituary notice in our local news rag anyhow - -I believe I observed only a tiny note hid in some obscure corner of one edition...but you wouldn't have cared, and you'll have the last laugh as it were, you'll be remembered long after today's celebrities have long since bitten the dust...

Rest in peace, Celia, and may you be one of those heavenly 'surprises' to greet God's Own on That Day...

" 'able; strong; brave'...valiant" (Chambers Concise Dictionary)