Monday, April 20, 2009
NIEDZIELISKAN CATALYTIC REALM - YOM HASHOAH 2009
Someone has to be around to remember who we were, even if we imagined how they were, this is better than nothing at all. No smiles, hugs, laughter, stories, seders, feasts, happy music, songs, celebrations, no memories, closeness, family reminiscences...Judenrein meant fertig, it meant the end of family tradition, continuity, infrastructure. Yet B"H new generations can start whole, fresh , and anew. Hopefully we meet our ancestors in future generations.
Introduction: I wanted to honor the memory of my Mother's family who came from Niedzieliska, Poland, a small town between Tarnow and Brezkow, not too far from Crakow. Grandpa, Zaide Moshe played the violin, spoke several languages, and owned an orchard and general store. Grandma, Bubbie Bertha was a Feilgut, she left the world too early and then my Mom Ruth and Aunt Regina came to America, leaving behind Uncle Max who had a carpet store in Cracow, and Aunt Rosa who married a Korngold from Cracow. The rest is consigned to the realm of mystery and speculation. Mom is past her late eighties, and is in a rehab hospital in Texas. She chose not to remember or speak about the painful past. Of course I would like for Aryeh Simcha and Raquel Ahava to remember where their Zaide's maternal grandparents, great aunt's and uncle came from, their names and perhaps one day will know more about who they were and how they lived. - Shel Stein
4-20-2009 ; 26th Nissan, 5769
I am at the Helm
of the Niedzieliskan Catalytic Realm.
If only by default
Oy gevault
Oh, How I wish upon a shining star
I never had to carry this emotionally numbing scar
Please forget Oy Veh Es Mir, for I am still here
Yet let us always remember the Tarnow massacre
Ponder this emptiness for a moment and try to understand why
How 40 thousand souls could disappear in the blink of an eye
Genealogy searches become aimless
As generations, many misproche entered the realm of ghosts, and became mostly nameless
Their existence ripped away
Who is left now to remember and pray?
The biosphere recycled their elements, while future inhabitants would later eat drink and make merry
Thinking about origin of our water and elements, where they circulated and were biologically active, can be quite scary
The sacred interconnectedness of what we bury and excrete
Later to become what we occasionally pray over, drink and eat.
Then look up at the nighttime heavens and daytime sky
Earth has elements and creation in limited supply
Mankind’s evolution
An age of war, food chain contamination, radiation and environmental pollution
Even though this seemingly insignificant I am is almost all that’s left
I’m feeling far from feeling bereft
Events may appear as if there’s little motion after the aftermath on this path
As if we haven’t moved or started
Our vehicle is in Park
Momentum previously and forever powered by the Divine Spark
Yet those who can create and dream are often the first upon to be looked at as naronim
Things are not always as they seemingly seem
in this melodramatic cosmic dream
Up your spine slowly creeps the joyous thrilling chill
That arises forth from being so quiet and still
Simchas comes from being in the emanation of the sacred flame of the burning bush
Have a little pat on your keppie
And some guidance from a loving potch on the tush
Blog mir bist du shane – Please let me explain
The greatest wealth even beyond scriptural verse and the wisdom that emanates from them
Is the joyous experience, belief and knowledge of Hashem
Some might call creation a quirk
Yet miraculously it all seems to work
Call it Kaivalyam, Rapture, SatChitAnandam, Holy Spirit, Shekinah, Shunyata, Ecstatic Pranaspanganam, Slokas, Sutras, Mitzvahs, Commandments or simply Love in the form good deeds
Maybe even sacred speeds and feeds
All this Grace
Consciousness sidetracked, parked in Cyberspace
Throughout every world and realm
Elation in the joy of expressive creation
All this while
Can’t you see G-d in a baby’s smile
You can’t be too intellectually smug after a baby’s hug
The Zaide and Bubie I could not ever know
From whence did they come and where or where did they ever go?
Aunts and Uncles and Cousins and Kin
Our hearts have been scarred, torn, rendered so deeply within
All these memorials and web sites on display
The Germans display shame and guilt, with the genocide of over 2 million children out of 6+ million Jews
They simply got away ? Such horrific news for mankind to excuse?
What can anyone say, there’s never enough reparations or karma to pay
The ghosts of dead children left in the ditch of inhumanity, to cry and never to play
But humbly we are here returning to the Niedzieliskan Catalytic Realm
Before it’s too late to mention the names of Nussenbaume and Feilgut to commemorate
And with a feathered touch that our consciousness may tremble, shudder and twitch
Remembering the thousands form Tarnow, Brezkow, Cracow, that perished in the gas chambers or shot perhaps into a forested ditch.
Yet such a mystery how the Divine Spark proliferated as the hand and breath of Hashem guides our genes
Love manifests Gilgul, Hashem cares so very much, his love even so much more than it seems
Our souls our dreams, our hearts aspire
In the most loving and tender warmth of sacred fire
Let us give sadness and sorrow a wide berth
Let us honor and praise forever and for all time, Hashem’s eternal presence in this His beautifully created Earth
Thursday, October 4, 2007
BELOVED MAESTRO PAVAROTTI
Pavarotti's singing will always live on.
Beloved Maestro Pavarotti, had I met you I would have told you this
Your voice was the purest nectar and most divine of bliss
Vesti la Giubba on cassette we would love to play
Resounding down the corridor at the end of our workday
Away from our bodies along your melody, yes away our stress would float
Like a fine wine, an acquired taste for your arias may I note
There's something I had always wanted to tell you, ever too late I fear
But even in the heavenly realms, this might be soothing to your heart and ear
But now from the poetic heart, how can we say that we truly know
The mysterious mechanisms from which these vibrations flow
Oh once I started I had nothing to loose
Your joyous memories have in standing ovation floated my muse
On the way to Luca in 2001, a train rides throw to
Fantasy took flight, G-d only knows
I wanted to share how a fan of yours dearly loved you, she left her life behind in 1994
When she heard your voice, even at 83 she craved to hear more
Her eyes glowed, her face radiated with vigor and vim
She would always say, what a wonderful voice, I really love him
It didn't require a live performance, just an audio tape
How your voice could reach her heart , such a lovely escape
This lovely old lady, felt like a young girl again, when she was your devoted fan
She has waited over a decade, perhaps now you'll both meet in Gan Eden
Perhaps the Lord grew impatient despite your girth and Golden age
Along with his angels, He must have wanted your command performance on his heavenly stage
Heavenly angels no longer have to hover and listen from far away and above
Now they can hear directly the maestro they dearly love
Since you’re up there, in case you always wanted to sing Hava Nagila or By Mir Bist Du Shane
You shouldn’t have any problem or need to explain
I forgot, oh my gosh
You can feel right at home now, feel free to help yourself to some strudel, luction kugel, a knish, a corned beef sandwich, kishke, gefilte fish, latkes or your favorite nosh.
Perhaps the power of this transcendent rhyme
Can reach out to your soul through space and time
But lest we forget
There’s always the matter of bandwidth and wi-fi access to the Internet
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
POETIC MEDITATION
After my Teachers left their physical form, I had the inspiration to write their meditation in the form of a poem. I felt that their passing in 1993 and 94 was the culmination of a very blessed and fortunate period of my life.
About a week ago I met a former student of Naranda's at Whole Foods and she was very happy to find out I had shared some of my videos on line. She had mentioned how fortunate we were to have had our Teachers, and since then she had never met or heard anyone like them.
I had completed the curriculum and received a certification for Swami Naranda's Teacher's Training course during mid 1980's, which basically qualified me as a Hatha yoga instructor, but I chose not to pursue this area of instruction. I basically wanted to learn and had a thirst for knowledge.
Dr. Mishra often said, 'We should be careful what we wish for...' Karma is always easier to see in retrospect. I thought a good way to teach was to share good knowledge and resources
so I could get my licks in every so often. One needs to work on one's own spiritual growth and purification, but it never hurts to perform a little Mitzvah every now and then.
Today the price of admission is a computer and Internet access.
Whatever I learned about yoga and meditation, I give full credit to my Teachers, it did not come from me, and whatever may have transpired in a past lifetime, I am not one to remember. I can only chose to believe in Gilgul, reincarnation in the sense that we came from somewhere, and we did not come from nothing, and probabilities are that we have somewhere to go.....there's something to the wheel. You can look at your grandchild and see Gilgul. I only set a few words and ideas to rhyme, which upon the right moment or occasion works some of the time.
I felt a little better writing this piece. I then began posting a number of videos I took of Dr. Mishra and Swami Naranda on Google Video to honor their teachings and memory, as well as to give the viewer a more direct experience of their vibration through multimedia.
When you meet people in life and there are significant energetic exchanges, whether an electric fascination or shaktipat, this is not without rhyme or reason. You do not have to look at this as a romanticized cliche', it just naturally happens during the course of things. When you are young and a student, and lets say a guy meets a beautiful attractive young lady, a soulful kiss can be very telling, if not slightly attaching, especially with good mutuality.
G-d plays a significant role in the creation of souls and babies. Divine spark and pulsation, a big part of what we feel in meditation, according to the teachings that follow...
In Dr. Mishra's Yoga Sutra tape ( Patanjali's Yoga Sutras), he comments that the Sutras are already within you. Add in his frequent maxim, "Enlightenment is your very nature, realize this", and you are well along your path. Simple instructions to follow the rest of your life .
At the end of the day, this is all about love.
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Friday, June 22, 2007
WHEN HEAVENLY ANGELS CRIED
I was in Munich, Germany - and I had a vision for a memorial, where thousands of candles could be lit to memorialize the sparks of all the souls that rose to Heaven.
Has mankind learned his lesson ? Well look at the videos in the NY Times where Nicholas Kristof, brings to the viewers attention the plight of the refuges in the Congo, four million to date
which have died from war, hunger, and disease. Where did all our civilization and technology disappear to ? Are we repeating the 1940's where millions of human souls are lost...once again.
Oh well it's Africa, here we go again - Uganda, Darfur, Somalia, Ruanda.
Hmmm maybe the retiring CEO of Exxon, could spare a plane full of food, or John Chambers could fly down and tell them about all the new developments in internet telecommunications,
and Bill Gates could bring some Vista voip servers, and of course some food and medicine. The Saudi princes could cruise over in their mega yachts from the Mediterranean and hold a feast or two. The Sultan of Brunai could fly a few thousand refuges over to his palaces and hotels for some R&R. Was it Candide who said "This is the best of all possible worlds ? "
What happened to all the missionaries ? Did 4 million people deserve this... ?
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Once, in 1989, I was in Marienplatz, one lovely summer evening, there were South American Indians playing native music. The Plaza was lively, but it wasn’t, something was alien, something was wrongful and uncleansed, something was in an unholy spatial temporal distortion, something was forgotten, perhaps even books were burned here, words of hatred were once spoken here, holy men were beaten, families were broken, life was distorted, innocents deported, money extorted, treasures and property stolen, children berated, Temple and Scrolls desecrated.... that wasn’t the sound of a Shofar I heard. That wasn’t Klezmer music playing softly in the background.....
I had a vision of sanctification, of dedication, of purification of prayer and singing and triumph...thousands of candles would be shaped in the form of a Mogen David, purifying
decades of darkness, shame, and repression... celebrating our Survival, celebrating the beauty of our religion, the holiness and warmth of
WHEN HEAVENLY ANGELS CRIED
B”H I can not sleep
The souls of my Mishsproche, I hear them crying out in my heart...& I begin to inwardly weep
The blood- mixed ashes, urine, flesh, bone, and seed
Their souls cry out – I have looked from a temporal cyber-distance in their eyes...and felt this imploring need
The Angels hold the souls in glowing ashes of Jewish children in their hand –and even they do not really understand
Looking up as sparkling souls travel up toward the Heavenly sky...even though in His Holy presence they will keep
And still in the ashes, held in their tender hands, the Angels weep
It was time when millions of parts of us died
A time when Heavenly Angels gazed in their hands and cried
What shame had befallen on the Human race?
This Shoah Aveyra SCREAMS out in Cyberspace
The horrors, imaginations, in my dreams
In abandonment, violence, and fright their screams
The little children gathered together en masse
Shrieing out in the rain of lead, in violent clouds of poison gas
The unholy nefesh (souls) of these ersatz ubermensch
In how many lifetimes shall they atone for this vile foul genocidal stench?
What type of wretched knave
Would murder millions of children or use them as a slave?
Let me envision in Marienplatz just this one beauteous summer night
Thousands of Yahrzeit candles formed in Mogen Davids emanating a holy and purifying light
Where we can recite Brochas and Kaddish on this eternal remembrance night
Just this once, to light candle, in lieu of maypole celebrations and a burning yule
Let us join these lights with the sparks of our ancestors in Simchas and in the eternity of Gilgul
Yes with pride and joy this time around, with psalms and brochas we can join our hands and
consecrate this ground
The Soul of our Planet needs this very light
To illume in our consciousness the true meaning of this tearful plight
That this horror does not ever again add more continuity
We must pray, with all good men and women, against any thought of perpetuity
We must merge in everlasting love, unity, and compassion...to heal the suffering torment of our brethren this night
To join hands, celebrate, dance, sing, and purify our planet of any more plight
Please Oh Glorious Heavenly King within and up above
Shower us all, your children, throughout your planet, with your Grace, Blessing, Peace, and Love
As we enter this new Millennium, escaping from a time of war, hatred, and violence from which we disengage
Let the souls of our Misproche be healed as we welcome them back with a joyous, peaceful age
Perhaps by the new Reichstag in
I wondered the other night as I was looking at Holocaust photos on the web, was I looking
unbeknownst to me, at the faces of my family, my relatives I never had met or knew?
In truth they were all my family, we are all eachother’s family.
Whether it be Cambodia, Mogadishu, Bosnia, Uganda, Kurdish Iraq, Armenia, Siberia, Ethiopia, Lebanon, Algeria ...let it end, let it be no more.
NEVER BE IN A HORA
I used to stand up before class and read my compositions , and my classmates really enjoyed them...so I like to share.)
[2008 Note: I received a call recently from a former Haugan student, that told me our principal had a dark side to her personality as well, as a overzealous disciplinarian. We have to add 'over romanticizing hora' to the list of horas. There's always more than one side to a story, but I stand corrected. Those who have passed on can hardly defend their memory. Thanks for the call. Amazing how long unpleasant memories tend to stay with us. Better to have avoided these things.
The question then becomes, how do we heal ourselves within, aside from the passage of time ? Today the next question becomes how as parents do we prevent untold overzealous behavior towards elementary school children ? We want quality teachers and administration in our school systems. A first step is to be very involved and vigilant with your kids in their schooling.]
Loshen Hara is a very flavorful Hebrew/Yiddish term. Basically it's has to do with bad speech, the evil tongue, malicious gossip, where the deep philosophical message is about overcoming anger and resentment. Loshen Tov is good speech. Anger is not generally healthy, especially as we get older. Resentment perhaps melts away when we remember to be thankful to G-d for everything we have including the basis of our consciousness and being.
Don't be in such a hurry and watch your horas.
Here's the poem:
Never be in a hora –
Other than dancing the hora….
Sprechen hora can lead to Loshen hora
Kishen hera , or a kishen hima can be the start of an emotional or chemical Hora-cane where you might think to try the right Brocha first , before trying … whatever with whomever…..don’t even engage in thinkin hora
Lechen hora , got to be careful here, so the sechel doesn’t liegt , which might lead to a Steht where there is a mutual temptation toward
(This could even lead to an occasional fortuitous Simchas ) if inertial transcendence is besherdt. Then don’t be in such a hora and take your sweet time, indulge in the loss of reason , and in a sweetness sublime in betwixt the occasional rhyme)
Stechen hora, which might lead to microbal, or viral hora, and then you might get a get, or a new briss in a hora…or a trip to the hupa in front of a shotgun, in a hora …a serious quvetchin hora, or a medical bill hora.
All the while, you’re much safer with Kosher style, so you’ll always be in the right position, and enjoy a most heavenly nutrition …………..of poetic erudition….all the while.
But then if it’s beshert that you don’t try, don’t be mislead by hertz-verbrechen hora. You never know what you might have been spared, or how you would have fared.
Be sure you know the right end from the wrong end of things to assure a happy ending.
Shel Stein Copyright 2007
I believe we need a glossary for the non initiated -Simchas - Joy and happiness
Brocha - Blessing or benediction
Sprechen - to Speak
Essen - to eat
Fressen - to really chow down, eat like an animal, could be eating without proper etiquette or good manners
Kishen - Kissing, a most pleasant oral interface, that can take place between faces or other select anatomical locations
Lechen- To lick, as in an ice cream cone, otherwise requires mutual approval at best
Briss - Circumcision
Hupa - Wedding Canopy
Quvetchen - Complaining or never ending speech
Hertz- Heart
Verbrechen - Broken
Besherdt - Meant to be, also you need to have faith that G-d knows what He's doing
Get - A Jewish divorce
Sechel - Common Sense, Wisdom if you're lucky
Liegt - Lies as in a prostrate position . For instance when a person commits an impulsive act or behavior , sans thinking, it is said the Sechel lieght in Dreht ( Ground) - literally common sense is buried in the grave.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
INTERNET VERISIMILITUDE AND CATHEXIS
You'll also notice an interspersal of Yiddish and Sanskrit. Here I issue my own poetic licence.
Draft- Please do not read and catch cold
Internet verisimilitude and cathexis
Can take you hopping and popping throughout the global online nexus
Multimedia, video a search engine query
Transfers vibration with little tarry
Friendship at first can be temporarily although ersatz effective
Interactions can invoke several of the 10 commandments, let alone the prime directive
The true Self may be omniscient, omnipresent, through the light of the Lord
But can the same be said of the monitor and keyboard ?
Use Sechel and avoid the invective
Consciousness can travel orthogonally, in simultaneous multi vector
Geographically diverse images, webcams, videos, almost instantly over to any Terran sector
Imagination may easily disperse
To the far regions of the local universe
Cyber communication, oh so speedy
Can traverse defense mechanisms of beings oh so needy
For expression and communication, love and caring
Sometimes our hearts bleed for sharing
Problem is it may be all the rage
Not only does the cyber surfer need to be aware of age, but really act their age
Be ethically and morally responsible before in any conversation you engage
Health and lifestyle may be nutritious
But bloggery and gossip is often delicious
We need to go from a little darkness to a bit more light
In the current internet reiteration night or day
Nothing these days is that hidden or secret, wrong or right
Try not to slip on slime, or get soiled with schmootz – do this sans delay
Otherwise there might be a bit of karma to pay
So many people to be in touch with you see
How well I can know you if even you hardly know me
No matter how your mind and societal defenses may be affected
Ultimately through the divine spark know it or nor we’re connected
I knew you once do you remember me
Content and interrelationships can be rather sophisticated, at least…they seem to be
The numbers may make you pale
If one considers the number of people we connect to via IM and e-mail
Spatial temporal scintillation, our insatiable imaginations seek, knowledge, news, entertainment and thrills without resting
As well as projective desires less reality testing
There’s all this drama, but it’s a one way Samyama
Are you now ready to share your thoughts and experiences with your papa or mama ?
E-mail and the chat room
These days it’s a more evolved verbal/texting gaming form of doom
Your mind may be in a cyberspatial stew
But in a sense the sense object can communicate subtly back to you
Be careful of your wishes, and these you should carefully edit
So as not to give free ranging wings to your cards of bondage by credit
Don’t feel how can I live without this, and seem bereft
Watch out for viruses and spyware, that can lead to identity theft
Those scammers and phishers
Are really little pishers
Set up mail rules and filters, delete those attachments, graphics…and kaboom
Let all the cyber goniffs gay cocken auf in yum
Infatuation and attraction, verisimilitudinal projection oh heavenly distraction…in alienation and loneliness such things sweetly come back to you
In the cosmic dance, divine play of Lila, our vritti’s create such a brew
Mind is far from the here and now
So many Samskaras and new seeds it needs to sow
It’s often quite fun to dream and fantasize, to be in denial and rationalization for a while
And even after your cyber session and physical removal
Your monitor beckons and offers that tempting tacit approval
Not just love, but these days friendship is such a proposition so tenuous
You kind have got to watch out for intentions and acts that turn out disingenuous
In the mid 90’s I could say with glee
E-mailing a stranger could result in such a nice camaraderie
Then with increasing popularity the firewalls, filters, voicemail evolved to their present level and came up, and presented new challenges for interrelationships and sales…cold calling often is masochistic frustration in every pore
But if you use the phone and e-mail as a tool, there’s occasional elation
Of such rewards, I often wish there were more
While artistic endeavors are inspiring
Coldness, rejection is still a bit frustrating if not tiring
Challenges, however fuel ones creative fire
Nuances in language and marketing never fail to inspire
We all like to play till the proverbial end of the day
Even for the distant and aloof
Existence in our physical form along with all the knowledge goes poof!
But a little wisdom and divine knowledge, gracefully acquired along life’s path may show you a way
In this conundrum of joy and travail, called life’s game
Whether one seeks, fame, fortune, recognition, power, knowledge, in the end it’s really not the same
Health needs to balance wealth, caring, warmth, and sharing are fine
Try not to be the type that buries the elderly before their time, and if the same happens to you, you may have made your own bed and be the one to blame
True friendship, camaraderie, and love are sadly enough exceedingly rare, since defense mechanisms are more common shown if not already known
Here’s a hint, it will help overcome reticence and fear
When you’re with a kindred spirit, real friend, and most luckily your love…time will disappear
Clarity will over take delusion
Eternity will overtake time, which in itself is, in the right context and setting of course, an illusion
( Hadn’t love better be singular at the time ? If it’s Cingular we might really be in trouble ) J)
Cathexis is after all a vibration
Mutually it can overcome alienation
No matter how the unrestrained team of horses present in our mind may engage in their daily trots
Beware that unrequited desires, food, drinking, substances, or over indulgences can cause one to Plotz.
Latinos have a solution that has a rather far reach
After dancing, partying , feasting all weekend
Monday morning retire, recuperate, and go read my poetry on the nearest beach.
It’s not that I’m trying to be literary or flaunting my talent as a poet
If you have read this far you might have an inkling or you might already even know it J
Do I take myself seriously in my poetry or art
It may set us a little less further apart
After all good intellectual interaction, and discussion is what we truly seek
I am pleased to have shared my thoughts and given my reader a little peek.
Copyright Shel Stein 2006
Notes:
From Yiddish -
Sechel= wisdom, common sense
Schmootz – various and sundry qualities or gradations of dirt – humorous schmootz can make for a good joke
Plotz= explode figuratively, can refer to ether embarrassment or overeating
pishers=pissers; goniffs=thieves;yum=body of water as in lake , ocean, or river
From Sanskrit -
Samyama = Deep and intense concentration and focus. Leading to knowledge intuition and understanding from Sanskrit
Vritti refers to the thought process and modification of mind; Samaskara’s are residual seeds in the mind from past actions, even lives; Lila- perhaps the cosmic macro chasm of human interaction and existence.
VALUE JET - SWAMPED WITH PROBLEMS
A friend of ours lives in a condo overlooking the intercoastal waterway in Miami Beach, with a view of Miami looking toward Downtown and Miami International Airport. When the large jets would be taking off months after September 11, one would get an anxious feeling and connotation. In this poem there was mention of only one accident where an older plane crashed into the everglades.
This was a creative way of dealing with frustration, and a nice exercise in people watching...
VALUE JET - SWAMPED WITH PROBLEMS
This poem was composed on the 24 of May, after 2 flights were canceled , resulting in almost a 24 hour delay in returning home from
Perhaps the Value Jet disaster was a reflection of the cost cutting, downsized, over efficient, depersonalized , bottom line oriented productivity of the 90's. Perhaps the tragedy bespoke a backlash to the long term effects of contemporary managerial paradigms affecting government and private industry. When one of the two new stretch DC 9's landed in
I have no penchant to be insulting or rude
Nor it is fun to be frustrated or brood
When I awoke this morning in
It was a bit of an early joy to be alive
I stayed over that night at a splendid hotel
Stoically, I rationalized last night's canceled VJ flight ,
rather than Qvell
At Dulles, after another 60 min. delay, avoiding a dose mylanta
My VJ flight swooped down like a wounded phoenix on
Thinking of flying into Ft Lauderdale , closer to the Equator
I really hoped my flight would leave at
Things just did not go well
This wasn't purgatory, it was another descent into VJ hell
The regulatory system related to this mashuganah delay
Was either a witch hunt, or a superb job by an election year FAA
I heard we're going to eventually get a plane, but don't hold your breath
On a holiday , flying a crowded discount airline beset by age, tragedy, & death
One might imagine that a 29 year old DC9, might be reasonably sound
Until you heard that day,inspectors kept over 10 on the ground
In comparative terms, if I were to rate flying this airline
VJ 's crews and probably underpaid staff were superlatively fine
Consider equipment age and maintenance cost -cuts may affect the bottom line
While my wife was waiting for me in
My second canceled flight got superseded by a standby fare to
Thus for a business day that got blown and turned out crappy
At least I got home in one piece and was semi happy
In retrospective mood rather pensive
There's the old adage that cheap fares often end up expensive
Rumors, confusion, angry words --- human clash and clutter
Then there's the black-humored joke about what one everglades alligator
said to another - Now get clued
The answer: Not bad for Airline food
While I was not the author of a riddle so offensive and rude
Denial and fear of death are in these words imbued
Then there was the in-flight humor that could be swept out with a broom
Today's contest winner got back her wallet lost in the bathroom
In a crowded, only decade old, DC9 stretch 80, an imaginary mile high club
Would only be an impractical flub
The only possible answer rhymes with the brand name elantra
This could only be described in a future poem entitled restroom cabin tantra
To pull this off in the 90's would be recklessly neat
First hint , the protected male would have to sit, without losing his wallet
down the wrong hole, on the seat
Ah, with such an abundance of wisdom and pearls
Alas we can thank VJ for bringing back handsome guys and pretty girls
VJ's planes are packed and the aisles are difficult through which to pass
Occasionally one's shoulders can get rubbed by a preferential lass
Ah Yes, on VJ it's great to land alive
Even if your delay is an hour, or two, or three, or more than five
Value-Crock, Carrajo-Jet, Schlock-Jet, any name implying detriment
Having got through this day, I'll doff my hat and salute VJ's management
With modest words, hardly professorial
May G-d bless those doomed swamped souls on this weekend memorial
So while I had my chance to shoot my verbal wad
It must have been for some reason that on takeoff and landing,
did the passengers cheer and applaud
In actuality the flight to
I'll further salute VJ's staff for their positive outlook, professionalism,
chutzpah, and pride
Would I ever take VJ another time and another day ?
Hopefully VJ will survive the lawyers, insurance premiums, bad press , and the FAA
The poetic words & frustrated venting, with which I love to play
For lost business, time, meals, and hotel room, Value Jet will never pay
It was the journey and the people I loved to watch that were the most fun
I conclude now as the wheels of my flight touch the runway ,
in this city of never ending tourists, humidity, I-95 , and high UV sun.
Delayed timetables one should never berate
While waiting on the taxiway for an open gate
With delays like these, beepers, cell phones, the virtual office, are of little or no avail
All I can do is ponder, pass gas under the cover of jet engine noise,
while planning tonight's e-mail
Shel Stein