Reunion: A Letter To Classmates.....[Personal; High School Friends]
Reunions are cool.....though maybe not so much in the summer.
That this year I'll miss my first one ever is a bit of a bummer.
It's at least interesting to see you all.....even you aging macho guys,
and to give or get answers to all the 'who? 'S, 'what? 'S, and 'why? 'S.
I've seen classmates since last reunion.....at least a dozen,
including a 'no-show' Genevan, .....Connie, my dear my cousin. Visiting Kit (and wife) in Rocky Mountains, for me, was a treat.
In Ohio, John fixed my wife and me, at his home, something yummy to eat.
We've had two meals at Bob & Martha's in their hilltop home (quite high) ,
and dinner out in Bangkok with Karl and wife; Urai speaks both English and Thai.
At last reunion I was retired, living back in our hometown;
now my life has changed (again) .....since then a lot has 'gone down'.
I learned to use internet which helped me find my new mate.
I got my first cellphone; with 'tech things' I'm quite late.
I've settled in wife's San Carlos home, not far from S.F. Bay and ocean.
My child's become a doctor, and gotten her medical career in motion.
I don't do Facebook or Twitter but I did join Classmates.com,
on which I put my long 'story'; in size it is a bomb.
I hope my absence won't wreck reunion for anyone this year.
One or two, in my absence, might even, to reunion, more readily steer!
Therefore I plan to send this, if I can, to my classmates' email,
but in five year's time I do plan to attend; I hope my plan doesn't fail.
Of course that's assuming there is one, and I'm still 'around',
and enough reunion committee members are in a few years found.
To all of you I send my greetings and my sincere best wishes.
I'm sorry I won't be there to help, with all the dirty dishes.
And 'thank you' to Sandy and all other reunion workers, present and past.
Good health to all my high school classmates as middle age creeps up fast!
☮
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Christmas Reunion
Christmas is only 10 days away
For most of us Christmas is just like any day of life
9 to 5 working but nothing can stop them make Christmas
The special day and reunion
Miss seeing whole family together throughout the whole year
The beautiful loving thought of buying presents to the loved
Make it a special Merry Christmas Reunion
Heart beating with joyful reunion
Kitchen with food and drinks smells this special day
House decorated with Christmas tree
Sparkling lights with all colourful presenting hanging
Each presenting represents the colourful joy in life
Family reunion is so beautiful like the rainbow upon sky
Christmas Reunion, do not leave a chair empty
Wish all family reunion
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
poem by See Fee Lee
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Reunion Of The Heart
I never thought there could be so much more
You picked me up when I was living
Down in egypt
Led me out and opened up the door
When you showed me just how much you
Thought my heart ment
But I turned and walked away into
The wilderness
Now who would have guessed
I hear you calling my name for a reunion
I hear you calling my name for a reunion
I thought Id wandered too far away
But now Ive got a brand new start
Reunion, reunion of the heart
Now Im standing n the edge of the land
I want to go out and take all that you gave me
But Im frightened and you understand
I failed you last time and I dont want a repeat
Still when Im quiet again I shelter from the noise
I just hear your voice
I hear you calling my name for a reunion
I hear you calling my name for a reunion
I thought Id wandered too far away
But now Ive got a brand new start
Reunion, reunion of the heart
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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My Classmates #2
my classmates are funny but sometimes annoying
my classmates are fun but sometimes boring
my classmates are nice but sometimes mean
my classmates are normal but sometimes weird
my classmates are loud but sometimes quiet
my classmates are special in their own way
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Reunion
Oh my love youve been
So much on my mind
Ive been waiting
For this day to arrive
Its been so long
I watched the hours go by
It really doesnt matter
Got you here by my side
I was blind now baby
I see the light
Love is kind yeah
cause youve made it alright
Stay with me
So close forever in time
See what youre really feeling
Say youll always be mine
Reunion
Together this time
Reunion
Forever be mine
Will not believe it
Never see you again
Everyones saying
Youre a fool in the end
Whispering words
They make me feel so ashamed
They tried so hard to stop me
Still I call out your name
I was dreaming
In a world of my own
Tears of sorrow
Let me cry all alone
What could I do
A thousand nights without you
No more empty heartache
Cant believe that its true
Reunion
Together this time
Reunion
Forever be mine
Feel so fine yeah
cause youre back with me now
Its a true love story
Knew wed make it somehow
Goodbye blues
Were gonna leave you behind
Now were here together
Youre just wasting your time
Sunshine calling
Must be love in the air
Aint that something
Weve got more than our share
Love returns
When love is true
No more sad or parting
Baby I got you
Reunion
Together this time
Reunion
Forever be mine
Reunion
Together this time
Reunion
Forever be mine
song performed by by Erasure
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Riot Reunion
What time is it, I want to know
It's late and we're feelin' great
Well the time is now, we're ready to go
Gonna make it right tonight, oh yeah
Come on, come on, to the riot reunion
Come on, come on, we're gonna get you
Come on, come on, to the riot reunion (yeah)
The lights are bright, we're gonna dance all night
It's late and we're feelin' great
I want to see 'em move, ain't got no time to lose
Rock on all through the night (oh yeah)
Come on, come on, to the riot reunion
Come on, come on, we're gonna get you
Come on, come on, to the riot reunion
We're feelin' funny 'cause now is the time
We'd like to get crazy with you
You got to lock the doors 'cause their havin' no more
Ain't gonna let you out 'til we're through
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah let's go!!
Come on, come on, to the riot reunion
Come on, come on, we're gonna get you
Come on, come on, to the riot reunion
Come on, come on!
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Happy Times Reunion!
Our shells may drop, and crash on the floor.
The breath from lungs will be seen no more!
Absent from the body, what’s that mean to me?
Well, I’ve gone to see my Lord in Eternity!
A funeral merely soothes some one living’s mind,
For everyone has fears that they cannot bind.
They cannot bring themselves to seek truth and see,
The fear that they are covering is their mortality!
Someday I’ll meet my Maker and my bags are packed.
When I do get to Heaven I’m not coming back.
There will be a sweet reunion once I’m finally home,
I do not fear what lies ahead and I’m ready now to go!
The Happy Time Reunion lasts a thousand years.
It will seem like it just started when the end is near.
But there’ll be a new reunion just around the bend.
For you will have a party when you join me there my friend.
Oh please my dear friends I may leave behind.
Stop worrying about vacations or retirement frame of mind.
Spend more time that on the life ahead to see,
You can place a reservation to have Happy Times, with me!
poem by Robert Edgar Burns
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Child Prodigy
If I can accept that you are 48.
Why can't you accept I was born in 1967?
'But we both graduated from high school in 1965! '
AND...
Your point is WHAT?
'What you are declaring is impossible.'
HOW?
I can not help that I was a child prodigy,
And was issued a diploma...
Two years before my birth.
One of us is lieing and has a lapse of memory.
In fact...
When I attended the 10th high school reunion,
In '75...
I was 'still' shedding my baby teeth.
Many of my 'old' classmates could not remember me.
Because I was looking too young.
'Why are you lieing? '
Me? Lieing?
I am appalled!
And why are you jealous?
I can not help that I am gifted with talents.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweet Reunion
In the moment I first saw you,
I could swear that we had met,
The look in your eye,
Was so familiar,
Where and when, I forget.
Whispered your name in introduction,
Darling, my heart filled the room,
And I knew it was you, come back in my life.
So we meet again, my long lost friend
Once again, we get to start anew,
And it feels like a thousand years,
Ive been loving you.
Girl have you been waiting here, for someone near,
Searchin the world for a friend,
Come on in, Ive been expecting you
Sweet reunion, welcome home again.
How many lifetimes have I loved you,
How many times have you loved me,
The sound of your voice is in my memory,
Like the wind, on the sea.
The glow of your heart has been my lighthouse,
Ive followed it in from distant shores,
Now I wont be afraid to love anymore.
So we meet again, my long lost friend
Once again, we get to start anew,
And it feels like a thousand years,
Ive been loving you.
Girl have you been waiting here, for someone near,
Searchin the world for a friend,
Come on in, Ive been expecting you
Sweet reunion, welcome home again.
Whatever happens, nothings ever going to be the same,
Now youll find me here at last,
Your loves released me from the past,
My heart and soul have always remembered your name.
Girl have you been waiting here, for someone near,
Searchin the world for a friend,
Come on in, Ive been expecting you
Sweet reunion, welcome home again.
Ive always been loving you
Girl have you been waiting here, for someone near,
Searchin the world for a friend,
Come on in, Ive been expecting you
Sweet reunion, welcome home again.
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Interesting enough, we had a reunion of the 12 of us who graduated, right? The only one who wasn't there was the guy who became a priest, and he was literally in prison in Libya, for being a Catholic priest. Isn't that interesting? Everybody else made the reunion but that guy.
quote by Peter Jurasik
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Reunion
I dreamed that I reached home after a long voyage
And I searched for my kids.
Then my wife said; ' They have gone on a holiday.'
I grumbled her to bring my children back.
But I realized they are alredy belong to their lovers
Yes, they were married and living far away.
The same moon we see on different poles in this awful night.
Wife and myself we are at the edge of the world.
Our hearts cry for the reunion and we are scared
As the days are running and we left behind.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Crack In The Mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Where are you hiding me?
That face is not the one I recall.
It’s not the me I seem to be.
Forget that school reunion picture.
I’m not the fella standing there.
Who could all those others be?
Where is Joe and Fred, with their hair?
Could that be Bill and Paul?
So many I never saw.
Could it be we were classmates once?
I feel like such a dunce.
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Why can’t you hide the years?
A crack now in your face appears.
My memory is cracking too I fear.
June 15,2006
poem by Ben Gieske
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I Honestly Love You, Some Notes
2 months ago
Had to say this again...
30 yrs ago I fell in love with a girl &
she with me.
We both had partners,
so nothing good
would've come from it.
I sang this to her -
we cried, kissed & parted.
We met once more at an office reunion
15 yrs later.
I was single,
she was with the same man,
but it didn't matter -
one look was all it took to know
that we'd made a mistake.
I found out last year
that she died suddenly
at home 5 yrs ago
she had breast
cancer.
I miss her. That's it.
I just miss her.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Family Reunion
(chick rains/harlan howard)
It wont make the papers
Like some reunions do
There wont be many people
Just me and him and you
I made a childhood promise
You laughed and dried your tears
I swore that Id bring daddy home
Tomorrow hell be here
I tracked him down in denver
Where hed lived all alone
He was just another drifter
With a number on his stone
In his things I found a picture
Where his hands had worn it thin
A smiling bride was by his side
Now youll be this way again
Well have that family reunion
The one you dreamed of
Until the day you died
This time mama hes gonna stay
Forever by your side
I never really knew him
I was no more than a kid
He must have been worth something
If someone loved him like you did
It was hard without a
Man there
You did his part too
I watched your dreams fade
Through the years
But mama--this one
Is coming true
Well have that family reunion
The one you dreamed of
Until the day you died
This time mama hes gonna stay
Forever by your side
song performed by by Wade Hayes
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bloodline ***** MARCO POLO HOTEL DAVAO
Atienza family welcoming 2009
I've taken a home January 02
at Marco Polo Davao
spending the night
into a first family reunion - my wife's side
tatay remy, nanay remedios, junryl,
eryl, taling, an-an, nole, ka josue, nicole
argee my wife
Argee planned this before new year's eve
and had swiped credit card for a less
Surprised prettily for the
whole family
lying inside the cold room 401
bathing hot and cold jakose
swimming at the outdoor pool
taking unlimited photos
and for you-tube videos
capturing five star hotel in and out
filled up with love and memories
It seems to welcome the entire
2009
the best year for us
Glory be to God!
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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While Driving My Car Late Evening From School
while driving my car late evening
from school
when the rains fall heavily
on the streets
looking like deserted
i talk to myself
unceasingly
like we are very close friends
and now for the first
time in 20 years meet
for this historic reunion
i greet myself with such a warm
hello ric
this is ric meet ric
how you have not changed for years
you still look wonderful tonight
and how are things doing with you?
i am fine and doing well
and i am at home with myself
progressing in my career
and happy with what
i have and what i am
looking forward
to more excitements
of my life
like you do too
with your life
ric to ric
the talk goes on and on
and then the rain stops
and then i finally arrive
and honk my car
to this house
where the gate opens
all too quickly
with anticipation
like this joy
of an emotion
the lights are all on
brightly they shine
on the glass
of the car
i am home
at last
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Yes For An Answer
things happened so fast
she says death is preposterous
a friend was drunk from a
reunion
and drove his car back home
alone
his body stiffened
he was dead last night
and no one found him
the police came late
death is fast and furious and
flattering
he courted it and voila
he got yes for an answer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Repetitious Future....[LONG; My Life/Personal; Math]
What do I have to look forward to the rest of my fine life?
It depends, to some degree at least, on my dear wife.
If she stays alive and somehow keeps on putting up with me,
I may live twenty more years (ten more than I 'should') . We'll see.
To make the math simple let's say my years left are ten.
So how many times might I repeat things between this day and then?
I mean some of the daily, weekly, monthly, or yearly things I do.
Some are necessary and some I enjoy, but some I don't look forward to.
Sleep: Let's say 10x365x10=36,500 hours, give or take.
That's about two-fifths as many hours as I'll be awake!
How many movie DVDs watched at night from our couch?
That's 5x52x10=2600 movies we'll see. Ouch.
At only two real meals a day, that's still 7300 sittings to dine,
but with an equal number of snacks I think that I'll be fine.
And while Aki slaves to prepare about 3400 dinners
I'll be reading to us aloud from 130 novels of murder, losers, and winners.
If my body cooperates I'll take 2600 walks, give or take.
Some will be near Bay, but most will be near home that I'll make.
And walking my town's streets I'll take down 300 outdated signs,
and trim 200 overhanging branches as long as no one whines.
I'll practice Happy Birthday on piano 3000 times, most times while standing,
and do perhaps 200 little home projects, which may include some sanding.
I'll fill bird feeders 120 times or more, depending on the birds,
and 2000 times add water to bird dishes, removing first their turds.
I'll romance my wife 520 times; that figure may be high.
I'll shave my face a thousand times unless I give beard, again, a try.
Trim toenails 60 times and fingernails about one-o-five.
3650 showers I'll take as long as wife's alive.
I'll have an untold number of bowel movements. Wait and see.
And ‘bout eighteen thousand times, usually without flushing, I'll pee.
I'll have 10 to 100 doctor appointments. Who really knows?
I'll go to dental office twice yearly, though their current business staff blows.
I'll brush my teeth six or seven thousand times, but with no flossing.
I'll punch a time clock no more times; except for from my wife, I'll have no bossing.
Ten or twenty shirts I'll wear out completely, while getting countless others dirty.
I'll call my siblings about 400 times, especially my sister Birdie.
I'll call friends about 2500 times, plus emails, but few letters.
I might wear an outdoor jacket 400 times, but I'll rarely wear a sweater.
I'll take 3600 doses of aspirin, and twice-that of flaxseed oil,
and 500 bottles of red wine to, hopefully, bad health foil.
I'll open our mailbox over 3000 times unless Saturday delivery stops.
And perhaps 70 times, as a good citizen, I'll call the local cops.
I'll vote for U.S. president three times I guess, no fewer,
and more times to reelect lesser-officials or to elect some people-newer.
I'll send 200 checks to those less-fortunate or to help environment.
And, with my wife,10 times we'll file tax returns, an annual requirement.
I'll wear a necktie no more times; that I can just about swear.
My wife may trim my hair now and then, but no barber will cut my hair.
I'll have eyes examined 8 or 10 times, and buy perhaps 4 pairs of glasses.
A few times, when wife's not looking, I'll look at pretty lasses.
I may attend 3 or 4 weddings, and funerals perhaps one or two.
I plan to attend one or two high school reunions; I'll see what I can do.
My wife will probably take me on 3 to 5 trips beyond the U.S. borders,
and each year 2 or 3 more-local trips; from her I take my orders.
I plan no more colonoscopies, though I don't mind them at all.
I may have a few 'suspicious' moles removed. Doc and wife will make the call.
There should be 1 more census form to fill out for our government,
and 120 credit card statements to check to see what we have spent.
I expect to become a grandpa two or three times. That's ok.
And for 20 migration seasons I may welcome duck travelers to the Bay.
I'll write perhaps 500 poems if I get inspired,
and check blood pressure a thousand times to see how high I'm wired.
I'll say 2500 time to my dear wife, 'I love you'. I do.
And a thousand times 'I'm sorry', though sometimes it's not true.
I'll die one time. One time is all. I hope no one I'll sadden.
[If I croak in less than 10 years, perhaps some folks I'll gladden.]
But, believe me, if I last more than ten years, I hope no one I'll madden.
(2012?)
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It would be fun to do a reunion show. I hope we do it some day, but it better be soon. We're all getting on.
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Redemption
He thought that he would die alone
when he entered hospice care.
Folks wind up in Calvary
who haven’t got a prayer.
Long estranged from his first wife
And the two children that she bore him.
He only sought a refuge
from pain and death before him.
The nurse on duty saw his name
And hope combined with fear.
Could this be her father that was lost?
Could fate have brought him here?
She asked the patient if he had
some family about.
He mentioned his two daughters’ names
“-but they must be grown up now.”
“I’m Wanda, I’m your daughter.”
She said, choking back her tears.
He begged for her forgiveness
For being gone for all those years.
Of course he’d missed her wedding day
and never held her child.
He’d missed so many Father’s Days.
Still, she made him proud.
Perhaps it was a twist of fate
Perhaps the Angels’ plan
That when this man had breathed his last
He held his daughter’s hand.
.
The story of the reunion of Wanda Rodriquez, hospice nurse with her estranged father, Victor Peraza, at Calvary Hospital in the Bronx.
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My Colonoscopy......And Life (Mine) ......[Medical; Humor; Personal]
Seven years have passed since my first colonoscopy. I had it in New York State.
That doctor said 'wait ten years', but my new wife and new doctor sealed my fate.
My 'new' fate made second colonoscopy come only seven years since my first,
and today most of what I drank I drank not to quench my thirst.
Tomorrow is the 'big day' and I look forward to its end, …… so
laxatives I'll no longer into my aging body have to send.
No 'solid' food I've had today, though on 'solid' food my mind might dwell.
To have some fruit, ice cream, or cereal...now sure would be swell.
The instructions say 'clear' liquids 'only', on this day before,
but, to me, the instructions need more details to truly make clear the score.
What does 'clear' in 'clear liquid' mean? ; they allow coffee, 'black'.
And it seems red grape juice is OK, but don't on 'red Jello' snack!
I've chosen no sedation if the doctor and I can do without.
I'd like to view and hear, as well as I can, each round of the bout.
But my wife will be on call if I am sedated and need a ride back home.
I'd rather be free after the procedure to through San Carlos roam.
I know I'm on a touchy subject....for those who love me most,
but, if possible, I'll be the one to decide when to 'give up the ghost'.
I actually like medical stuff, and I did promise to do this this year for my wife,
but I'm not sure I'll go for a third 'search for problems'; I don't relish a really long life.
The diarrhea's not so bad......as long as the bathroom is 'free'.
After all, once the doctor goes in, he should see all there is to see.
And I know he really doesn't want to see shit, ... nor smell it I suppose,
when he dons a pair of gloves, and up my rear end shoves the hose.
(7-17-11)
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