LOVE CASUALTY

Tomoko – blossom in my ragging sea –
Your ethereal countenance exudes an aura of beauty.
Reciprocity of affection buried in our psyche.
My depth and breath of undeclared love was for thee –
Illusions – delusions – our love was not meant to be.
Love – untouchable – unreachable – interceded by loyalty
Forsake our love – unconsummated love’s casualty.
Pining on sideline, the pieces will not fall – just let-it-be.

Shared affection hidden from eyes of mind
Fettered by thin strand of loyalty – at best.
Unfulfilled love pains withered on latent vine.
Her tender smiles drown love sorrows in my breast.
Love mortally wounded in sepulcher of my mind.
Memories of her compassion lingers – my solace at rest.

RAYMOND CHOW – FEBUARY 22 2008

RESTORATION OF FAITH WITH MANKIND

Inner voices of anger:
Saber rattling – pestilence of wars
The slaughter of 4 Oakland Police Officers
Drive-by shootings of innocent casualties
Foreclosures – homelessness
Crumbling infrastructure
Diminishes my faith with mankind.

Mired in traffic at critical hour of madness –
in midst of maelstrom of road rage –
cacophony of horns blaring in anger –
entombed in sarcophagus of my car –
claustrophobia –
sounds beyond decibel of tolerance –
confused – in quandary of hopelessness –
paranoia sets in – what to do?
Two strangers – Hispanic and White
attempted to unplug the bottleneck.
Asian Police officer wave-off Good Samaritans
patrol-car tucked me into pocket of safety.

There is goodness in our citizens of Milpitas –
in times of economic down-turn –
people are drawn together
for the common good for all.
Our citizens have so little to give –
they gave themselves
to aid a little old confused man.

In midst of maelstrom –
the goodness of mankind
displaces anger.
Restoration of faith with mankind.

RAYMOND CHOW – 07-09-09

SAVOR JOYS OF HUMAN SPIRITUALITY

Early Sunday morning –
at corner house on Hillview Drive –
an attractive young lady –
nurturing her flower bed –
a canvas of earthy hues.
She paints with her trowel
brushes strokes of vibrant red –
a splash of golden yellow –
here and there –
random dabs of aqua blue.
Montage of vibrant colors
graces her door step.

She spied me walking down the street
waves and smiles –
“Happy Father’s Day”.
She has abundance of compassion
for her fellowmen –
and sees me neither as
pink – purple – or poker dots.
She posses an inner beauty –
and blessed with abundance of goodness.

Muse the moment in time –
savor the human connection –
we are Citizens of the World.
The human spirituality touches my soul.

RAYMOND CHOW 07–16–09