Posted by: John | April 9, 2018

Final Speech

Adjunct speech professor, Bill Bilsky, observed his class of Airmen from the local Air Force base as they filed into the classroom for their final speech of the semester at the community college. As the first student shuffled up to the podium, Bilsky’s supervisor, Dr. Caldwell, took a seat at the back of the room to evaluate performances. Bilsky gave him a nod.

The roomful of challenging, worldly-wise students managed to impress both Caldwell and Bilsky with well-polished speeches. The final student, Harold, seemed glued to his seat.

Professor Bilsky stood up and walked toward the back of the room. “Harold, give us your best speech now.”

As Harold, with downcast eyes, shuffled up to the front of the room with an armful of papers, Bilsky sat down next to his boss and whispered, “I never know what to expect from this guy.”

Harold looked directly at his audience, cleared his throat, and paused. He then unzipped his pants, removed his penis, waved it around to the right and the left for all to see, put it back in his pants, and returned to his seat.

As everyone else held their breath, Caldwell exhaled: “Well, that’s the best ‘F’ I’ve ever seen.”

Posted by: John | February 23, 2018

Final Approach

In the early days of aviation, airports were of necessity built in secluded areas. Cemeteries were already there. Then came automobile wrecking yards. Many airports have grave yards and wrecking yards nearby.

I was once shooting touch-and-goes with a student at Navy Chambers over the cemetery.  We were on base to final approach for Runway 28 when we felt an unexpected bump. “What was that?” the student asked. I nearly said it was a soul making its way to heaven.

Posted by: John | January 10, 2018

I Can’t Lose

Living in Norfolk, Virginia, the blizzard of ’18 was a challenge for me. I couldn’t drive because the roads were clogged with snow. I had enough food for a couple of days. Monday I decided to walk the nine blocks to IHOP for a brunch. The ground was still treacherous in many spots, covered in snow and ice. Since I have some hearing and balance issues, I was being very careful walking back home. Crossing 27th street, a couple helped me across the street. Then a man in an SUV picked me up and took me the rest of the way home. I was impressed and very grateful. But it occurred to me: With God looking out for me and with Lisa’s prayers, I can’t lose.

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | December 11, 2017

As Above, So Below

Mother Nature speaks in green
always, then more gold and red
in autumn. Weeping willows may
be her hair and rivers
her arteries. Her many children,
birds and fish and beasts,
frolic in woods, on beaches, even
in city cemeteries. They speak
and dance and nurture their young.
Do I notice, do I listen? Or, am I
too busy trying to earn money
to pay for my own survival?

God says give up all worries,
listen to the heart more
than the head to find Truth
and Beauty and unending Love.
Prayer does not require words.
Prayer is presence to the Presence
that never vanishes, that lives above
and below, inside and outside. See?
Nature and the Divine are one, like
two sides of a coin, like the clam’s
bivalve shell resting at water’s edge:
as above, so below.

Approach the Divine through the objects
of Nature. And find deep connection
and love of Nature by listening
to the Creator. Pray with the breath,
the heartbeat. Pray with holy texts
or with crayons. Pray by dancing
or singing. Or. Sit. In silence. Listen:
“Be still and know that I am God.”*
Where are you, God?
“As above, so below. Be.” Amen. OM… OM… OM…

* Psalm 46:10

Posted by: John | October 29, 2017

At the Airport

Watched a bit of a breeze cat’s paw
the wind sock under a faint autumn
afternoon half moon, wondered how many
more touch and goes I have left.
Will I leave more than I took?

Posted by: John | October 13, 2017


I lie me down to find
where the mattress meets the mind
an answer of some kind.

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | October 9, 2017


Right here, now, the time
to listen: My heart opens
in nourishing silence
as each step I take blossoms
with the words, I am home.

I am breathed by Life.
My task each moment
is mindfulness of the breath
which ebbs and flows, exists
as the eternal tides within,
embraces both waves and foam.

Little daily consolations morph
easily into desolations when I cling
in desperation to mortal love.
My heart, though, longs for something
more, and can be taught not to roam.

Love expresses in five languages.
For me, it’s about time – oh yes,
quality time: Being, appreciating, offering
smiles and companionship. Making connections
in conscious caring, love beacons to dear
ones as the cathedral’s golden dome.

We understand each other since we have
the same needs: freedom, protection, identity,
affection, leisure and more. I am a link in this human
chain capable of extending outward and holding others
in deep respect. My eyes, heart and soft speech say:
Welcome home.

Posted by: John | September 17, 2017

In the End

I’ve concluded all
that matters is what you do
for others that you did not have to do
and no matter how hard things
may be going for you, there’s someone
in worse shape. Try
to find them and help them.

Posted by: John | September 2, 2017


If you think you’re humble, you’re not.
You’ve got to know what you’ve got.
If you have to compare, you shouldn’t compare.
If you think you’re humble, you’re not.

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | August 29, 2017

Tropical Storm

Sheets of water fly by
Fire Station number Seven
All windows closed up tight
against gale force winds.
No fighting fires this day
but praying to keep rising
waters at bay.
Chaotic forces at play, stirring
earth and white-washed, misty heaven.
Fleets of cars creep by in lines
trusting drivers and horse power.
But each moment ever guided
by Spirit, Truth and Right.

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