Herb Alpert: Come Fly with Me

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Image from his album Come Fly With Me. I am not stealing it but promoting your album.

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Herb Albert is probably one of the first artists I was crazy about with the Tijuana Brass.

I remember dancing over and over to “Taste of Honey”, which broke records as the number one song on Billboard more than once.  If I am in a “blah mood”, all I have to is turn on the remastered CD of  Herb’s “Whipped Cream” album on my ipod.  You just can’t listen to Herb Alpert and feel bad it’s just impossible.

My dad had everything he ever recorded up to the late 70’s anyhow….. on a 33 rpm and then CD.

“Whipped Cream”, “Tijuana Taxi”, “This Guy’s in Love “, and “Peanuts ” are to name just a few my favorites.

I never knew that Herb Alpert was a bronze sculptor for over 30 years and his works were showcased in Los Angeles. …close to where I used to live on Orange County.

I also didn’t know Herb Alpert had a foundation to help young children and promote the arts….until today when I searched him on Twitter and found his real page…and I began updating my knowledge with his latest albums and reading about the huge stars he discovered.

To Herb Alpert:
“Mr. Alpert, I hope you read this because I think someone as multi- talented as you is born once every millenium. You have added countless hours of Joy to my Life and you are still adding it as we speak.

It is just now I am a professional writer, photographer, and marketer. I used to teach piano over twenty years – and I began writing music when I was nine-years-old.

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People in “Vegas” just don’t pay for piano lessons. They just show up with their kids and expect you to teach him for free!

Two Passionate, Love Filled, Hope Filled Poems from Ramon Loyola

I met Ramon Loyola on Word Press when I was searching the world over to add new content to the writers work lab etc.
I saw his extraordinary poetry and read his blog and how excited he was (as I would be), seeing his books in a book store. I could relate. I really loved what I saw. I asked him if I could print two of his most hopeful positive poems/prose on either Totally Inspired Mind or The Writer’s Work Lab-and he loved my idea.
When I find something wonderful, something special, that has that has a unique quality to it, I can share it with the world. And so I did.

Paulette Le Pore Motzko

If And When by Ramon Loyola
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When you love,
Let the touch feel your warmth
So that it burns like a flame
In the bosom’s deepest cauldron,
Lingering.
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If you love,
Memorize the face that stares,
Its lines drawing all meaning
To all the desires revealed,
Undeniable.
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When you love,
Let the eyes see your heart
So that it remembers like child
In the mind’s most profound innocence,
Loving.

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If you love,
Cherish the oneness that keeps,
Its grace denying all weakness
To the soul’s unknown yearnings,
Fleeting.
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When you love (finally),
Let the kiss seal your fate
So that it binds like a chain
In life’s undying memory,
Eternal.
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Copyright Ramon Loyola, 2014

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Don’t Let It Go by Ramon Loyola

When you feel the warmth of the sun
On your goose-bumped arm
Like the feeling of a frenetic hand
The fingers nimble on your tingling skin
Where the sensation of gladness
Overwhelms you like that grand vista
Of a fresh meadow
Green and lush and
Misty and wide
Don’t let it go.
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The feeling is real
It can only get better,
Don’t let it go.

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Run up to the sharpest corner
At the end of the street
And grab the sun
Resting in the expanse of your palm
Don’t’ let it go

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It is as real as the veins
In your clenched hand
When you find the child again
Lurking deep in side
But rearing its head
Peeking through the small hole
On the forbidding fence
Between sorrow and bliss
When you seek for
The small joys
As you plan in the rain
Don’t let it go

The moment is clear
As vivid as the sky above
Don’t let it go

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It will slip by if you do
Glide along past you like a stranger
Who cares more for dire untruths
Don’t let it go
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It will leave you insignificant if you do
Undone in a crowded room
When you fall
Madly, truly and ever deeply
Where the hurt is inevitable
Where the heart is soured by
The insincere laughter
The dishonest words
Despite the piercing pain
The opposite of love
And heartfelt tenderness
Don’t let it go
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The eyes hold it in
The only truth in that look
Don’t let it go
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The memory will fade
The regret will set in
Making you forget the face
The eyes the skin the cheeks
Don’t let it go
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It will fade forever
Gone to the light
The water is deep
The air is thin
Hold your breath
Wave your arms above your head
Let your hair get wet
Freeze your toes in the frosty morning
Let the sun scorch your flesh
Laugh like nothing else matters
Shout to the top of your lungs
Weep silently and weep some more

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When you have tasted all
The nectars of pleasure
When pain has racked your bones
Has broken your heart into smithereens
And has made you steel for peace
And serenity has tempered your soul
And has stumped the chaos that confused you
That rumbled in the earth
Keep it close
Don’t let it go
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The firm paths are showing you
Like the sun guides the flowers to bloom
Don’t let it go
The answer is leading you
Clasping you tight like a lover in heat
Seeing your light at last
And when you find yourself finally
Don’t let it go
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It is fleeting but it will stay
As surely as the promise of mornings
Ramon Loyola, Copyright 2014

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Photography and Digital Arts by Paulette Le Pore Motzko
Copyright 2015

My mom Ramona Lea Le Pore has been confirmed alive when will buy the Moreno Valley sheriff in California. Corrupt Power of Attorneys and Nevada Playing God

Due to very a very malicious man Mike Bunker, who became my mom’s and dad’s power of attorney illegally in California where I used to live; he stopped me from seeing my mother for over two and a half years. Never is one person, family or not, supposed to govern the financial and medical affairs of a senior. Why is that?

If there is an abuse entrust then everything goes to hell that’s why as in my case and my mom case.

My mom was diagnosed with COPD 2 years ago and my stupid brother was bringing her cartons of cigarettes and dumping them on the doorstep how is that for stupid? I would not buy her cigarettes the mother she begged me to because I didn’t want to be have been in my head giving her lung cancer. I wanted to know that I just did good things for her I gave her my time, effort made meals for that I knew she loved and wanted to make during the time of my stay there from 2001 till almost 2 years ago I wanted to make sure I did my best for her.

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if it’s your mom and me couple years ago for Thanksgiving dinner when I took her out wearing around for dinner nice new outfit that I bought new shoes new everything and I figured that time little bit I know how much hell would be in store for me and I nearly would almost die, nearly strangled to death by someone i thought was a friend, because Nevada lowered my social security forcing me to live with others. A whole host of other things that happened and I’m still here to talk about it. But its pretty bad when the only way to see your mother is on the face of a mug!

Or on a 16 x 20 mural of mom and I before Mike Bunker abducted her from the Yockey address in Garden Grove, with no note forcing me to file a missing Persons report! Again, what a disgusting man.

She was so happy when I left…no goodbyes. He traumatized my poor mom…facts.

I would need to get paid megabucks to live in California or be hired for my abilities instead of denied because of my disability.

I was the only one to look after my mother’s welfare and cared about what she thought. As a person with Alzheimer’s disease live who doesn’t understand what’s going on, nobody explained to her that by signing this contract that Bunker was going to become a power of attorney of everything related to her.

You can’t hold someone that to sign a contract when they have Alzheimer’s disease cause they don’t know what they’re signing.

The attorney that did that should go to prison…..and I want to see him go to there so he cant draw void contracts on anyone else.

The repercussions that happened for signing that contract made my life a living hell and made my father’s life hell it made my mother’s life hell and I’m the only living one really to talk about it all. My mother but she can’t really fight, can she?

Mom was made to sign the contract making Mike Bunker power of attorney on all of her affairs. Dad gave him debit cards, bank account numbers and the works!

If I’d been there explaining this to her, instead of my brother Mike, the contract would not exist because she would have understood what her signature did. I did not know that.

One week after my dad died Bunker was in my mother’s house taking everything out of it ….everything from their plasma TV, stuff in the freezer, and he was laughing about it and thought it was a joke. It wasn’t a joke and after throwing me on the street, not caring if I lived or died the week before Christmas …I had to leave the state and live where it was cheaper….Survival it’s called.

I want just be served, and it will be.

I have so much evidence on him from photos of destroyed property, etc, to proof he had a family meeting at the Hyatt Regency on his birthday. Dad was dying at Chapman Care senior home then.

His sick, demented sense of humor will be coming to a halt very soon.

wasn’t hilarious nothing was funny about it all disgusting he took the stereo equipment he took everything he took a lazyboy recliner that my parents sad and everyday to watch TV together and it was hacked up thrown in the garbage can and I have photographs.

I have been in communication with district attorney about elevating the existing civil case to criminal level.

He made his bed but its just pathetic someone could be so lowly to do that for a cash payoff.

Whatever he promised two brothers and my sister, that they would sell out family that they would basically betray me and throw me away like I was garbage. I went on in spite of it all.

My mother is my only family I will claim, the rest I am ashamed of for one reason or another.

He forbid me even talking to her on the telephone. He lied to me, told me I didnt count and evicted me from thr property in Garden Grove the week before Christmas 2 years ago. Is that a winner?

He thought I never come back and insulted me with names that aren’t G rated.

First things first.

What kind of monetary settlement would you charge if someone stops you from seeing and talking to your mother for two and a half years?

What would you want to do that person what if they destroyed personal property of your parents?

I’m asking the world this because right now I have pictures I have evidence I have enough evidence written in photographs that I could put him in prison for the next 25 years.
Not to mention not seeing I got what my dad wanted me to have when he died.

art of me wants to but I’ve got to go and examine the situation and see how she’s being treated. I want to see in writing where almost half a million dollars went, which was the proceeds from my parent’s duplex.I want to see it in writing.

When my dad passed away over 2 years krosis and stroke several years ago as told by three probate attorneys absolutely without a doubt I’m old some money for my dad well I didn’t receive that because god knows how much of it the power of attorney embezzle. Even if it was one cent my dad had, I want it and by CA state law I am listed as the youngest child of four dad had. The state should have seen I was awarded something by CA law. The state didn’t the sherbet which is why I’m kind been contacting the district attorney in Sacramento.

Three attorneys lied to me and let’s just say I don’t want to pay money to pad some shiny shoes guy with a fancy brief case, like I did when I divorced in 2001.
How would I handle it myself and if we would’ve gotten lawyers involved in the case when the going on for 12 years! I probably could have written in the insurance policy in a really big only settlement because of the best of times the ex husband was a pretty damn good guy and he is a real rocket scientist if we did it ourselves that would have been much better.

This is some of what I been goin through today and throughout the week been really trying one of the most abilitati weeks I’ve gone through in my life I’m very happily relieved to know moms okay and that I finally have corporation from getting ready and they take me really seriously now.

When I lived in Orange County I went to the Garden Grove police department contacted Riverside protect Adult Protective Services didn’t do anything garbage. I called Riverside Adult Protective Services and I told him his moms dead I’m going to hold you liable because so help me God I was calling over and over they never did nothing I wanted to move her to another power of attorney and I wanted to move forward I felt it was better for her and nobody listens the only people that took what I said seriously with the Alzheimer’s Association of Riverside County.

Thank you for to support and your prayers and kind words all over the world. About  100 countries read Totally Inspired Mind now after two and half years.
CONTINUE PRAYING I STAND UP FIR THE PRINCIPKE OF THINGS. I AM MY MOTHERS VOICE BECAUSE SHE CANNOT SPEAK FOR HERSELF.
I WROTE A BLOG POST BY THAT TITLE.

PRAY FOR MY HEALTH, FINANCIAL STABILITY AND LOVE IN MY LIFE.
ENVISION ALL THAT FOR ME AND IT SHALL BECOME REALITY SOONER.

I WILL BE MEETING  with Senator Dina Titus here in Nevada SOON. I SPOKE TO HER ADVISOR TODAY. $549 IS WHAT THEY LOWERED MY SSI CHECK TO NOW! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT?

A FRIEND OF MINE AND ANOTHER WHO IS BLIND GET OVER DOUBLE WHAT I DO. THE SENATORS CANNOT PLAY GOD WHEN returns to a disability, be at physical mental neurological is in my case or otherwise. You can say that one is better than the other it’s not right common it’s against my civil rights for somebody to play God.
I was there with her made meals for her by her clothes because he squandered the funds that she had and I tried to do the best that I could do instead of being disabled and on a very limited income with SSI. I just spoke with the head of the Moreno Valley Sheriff’s Department and he assured me she’s fine and I will have total cooperation from them to see my mother anytime I want from here on out and that is the best news I got for the last week. And as you all know who read this blog for over two and a half years she kind of means a lot to me you know without her, I wouldn’t be the courageous, artistic, compassion lady I am. She was my cheerleader, MY ANN SULLIVAN I was a sickly kid diagnosed with complex partial epilepsy at nine years old, choose my cheerleader, we laughed we joke a lot of good times I miss that for two and a half years my bunker and bring a bunker were so vindictive hateful and hurtful but they would even put the phone up to her ear to let me talked to her by phone! Can people be so cruel yes am i cruel now do I ever want to be like that now and I’m gone all it takes is one person to care and because of me my father live much longer than he would have otherwise cuz I’m going to call the paramedics then went up and down the driveway for a good 5 years I’m the one that made sure mom have clothes to wear when my sisters room all the way I tried to give instead of take and I feel good about that. My self respect and that’s huge commodity and very hard to come by they don’t have as much money because I didn’t happen to her bank account but that’s alright have a conscience and peace of mind is what I wanted and to know she’s OK and well taken care of and I can see here for here till the end of time until God allows us to not see each other anymore until she joins dad in heaven….is wonderful to me.

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Ramona’s Alzheimer’s Disease Daily

https://paper.li/PollyMotzko/1356862348

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A painting of the sea my mother painted…Ramona Lea Le Pore. …the one who gave me life, opened the world of reading at four year’s old, taught me how to play piano at nine year’s old, taught me compassion, integrity, values, confidence, and was my Anne Sullivan when I was a sick child diagnosed with epilepsy.
She is responsible in large part for the person I turned put to be.

I will always remember the many creative works she did.
Her 85th birthday is on June 19th and though I won’t be able to see her in CA in the 24 hour acute care Alzheimer’s group home she lives in, I am making her famous though she doesn’t know it.

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I want to monotize this newsletter and have the proceeds go to finding a cure for Alzheimer’s disease.

I knew I couldn’t prevent the progression of the disorder, but I could help others prevent it and work towards the cure.

Paulette L Motzko.
May 9th, 2015
3:18 p.m.

My Humble Abode is Coming Together More Each Day

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Moi at Denny’s close to my place.  I was wearing a beautiful dress my ex-mother-in-law bought me years ago, that was only worn a few times.
Last time I couldn’t wear it but have lost weight.
Was the most pleasant,  cool breezy day that day. It reminded me of southern California.

People were complimenting me everywhere I went which put a lilt in my step.
My waiter friend Flavio took the photo of me and I did some photo editing to it, making it look like it was drawn.

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I cooked up the best dinner now last night with my pans I missed so much when they were in storage so long.
Marinara sauce with sautéed portobello mushrooms, yellow squash, zucchini, red sweet peppers, red onion and garlic infuse the sauce with freshness and life.

That was the topper for cooked tortellini filled with Italian sausage and Parmesan.

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Picture of a mural I had made of mom and I on a stellar day at the Huntington Beach Pier two years ago. It seems like a century but I know I will see here again.
If mom only knew how many times she was mentioned and talked about as my best friend, life giver and cheerleader.

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The simple pleasures and delectable flavors of healthy foods that just happen to taste great: my breakfast parfait consisting of Greek yogurt, orange blossom honey, fresh strawberries and vanilla almond granola.

It is hard to believe that ABF Freight UPACK brought my treasures if the world in 3 of these just weeks ago:

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It has been soooo wonderful to play my music again. ..songs I composed as well as favorites like the many pieces in my Henry Mancini compendium. On the piano happily sirs “The Days of Wine and Roses” waiting for me to play again.

It is the first place since living on Melody Park Circle in Garden Grove that I have nice neighbors who love hearing me play.
Many have encouraged me to record my music and think of entertaining in a nice club here. I have my black book with my repertoire in it and crystal tip jar still, that miraculously made it in the move with very minimal funds and a flimsy box holding it.

You see, when that Mike Bunker (power of attorney over my mother now) told me to get out of a house that dad bought with me in mind in 1984 when I was single still and going to college years ago. He didn’t have a gun to my head but threatened me verbally, sent emails all the time and threatened to call the police on me. I just wanted the heck outta there. Now on this end, through being rushed and having minimal money for moving expenses, things were broken, stolen, ruined bur the things I valued most, that I packed, made it fine.

I put many thousands into that house I moved from that sold for a pretty penny. I know it was wrong but I know what I did for mom and dad was very right and I paid a good percentage of their mortgage and later was the one who called the pera medics when dad had one of his emergencies. Mom lost the cognitive ability to dial a number in the phone, due to her severe Alzheimer’s disease. How the siblings could have their heads on the sand to all those facts when they became callous to the point of malicious to make a sale and collect some money, I will never understand. ..and that’s good because I couldn’t and wouldn’t steal or lie or sell out as they did. In life you have to respect yourself and your actions and though the road there was a tough and treacherous one, I knew mom needed me at that time. Once I knew all her needs were being met short of seeing or talking to me on even a phone caused by Mike Bunker and my sister and whatever hatred she lugs around every day. They are a glorious example of what happens when too much power us given and abused by someone akin to Hitler. I pray justice is served every day with me now having filed a civil suit on the two for fraud, elder abuse and exploitation of three disabled people: me, my mother and dad in heaven now.
Please say a prayer that I will be able to see my own mother again and talk to her as before Mike Bunker came into the picture.
I am also owed money from my dad’s estate when he died but Bunker lied and said there was one less kid so he could take my share.

Wish I didn’t have that story to tell but the good news us I was the one sacrificing my time, my life and my monetary Funds to make sure mom was alright and I did that and more. I look at the one picture I took off the wall if mom and a gold crucifix my Nanny had and smile that that’s all I took. Mom was alive and dad had just died and it wasn’t right raping and pillaging the place as they did. I will show those photos to a California judge.
I know mom is alright by way to of an investigator with the Moreno Valley Sheriff’s Dept. Why they can’t tell me the physical address where she can be visited is ludicrous.

It is a time of new beginnings and new experiences and I hope I will have more time with mom, whether she remembers me or not. I pray she will.
You all can pray too.

Written by Paulette Le Pore Motzko
February 11, 2015
5:30 am
Copy right Feb 2015

Images by Paulette L Motzko Studios

I want true peace of mind and will get it because I simply don’t give up when it matters.