The sun rather feebly struggled to shine,
Causing fractions of sky to light up.
Flowers pushed heavy heads out of the soil,
Drunk with sweet water from nature's own cup.


The grass sparkled and glimmered - a carpet of emeralds,
Drops of water reclined on silk petals of rose.
Trickling down to the ground as a gentle, cool breeze,
Spread the heady perfume throughout orchard groves.


Birds shook sodden wings and  soft feathered heads,
Rejoicing in the golden, warm sunshine.
Their sweet tunes travelled throughout the air,
As they wove their love nests with dried twigs and twine.


The sun transformed to a ball of orange flame,
Was merciless soon in its sphere of fierce heat.
Shining in all its supreme glory down,
On the freshly-washed world now ready to greet.

V. Mahfood
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Daily Quote: "I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use."
-Galileo Galilei



Linguist Corner-SPANISH: semanal, adjective /weekly, per week
- Hay un mercado semanal.
There’s a weekly market.
- Como media, los uruguayos trabajan 38 horas semanales.
On average, Uruguayans work 38 hours per week.


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By: Michael Bosc
 
It's Christmas time again
Time for families to be together
A time to give thanks
That we are not apart
Our loved ones are with us
We are not on our own

But out there in Afghan
Our boys are just that
Out on their own working
And under attack
Where they wish that for Christmas
They could spend it at home.

But Santa is kind he does not forget
He saved up some pressies to give to our boys
Dodging the bullets he flew on his way
To make sure they got presents on their Christmas day
With a ho ho ho he was then on his way
To boys and girls with toys to play

But his best time of all came at journey's end
When checking his list he remembers his friends
The cooks in the mess tents who fed him fine food
The men who gave Rudolf and Prancer their share
Then as he took off they gave him a cheer
As he took their love to the children so dear

A look of contentment appears on his face
As he drinks up his coffee at a leisurely pace
Then goes to his window and opens it wide
Looking out on the world he raises his voice
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL
AND TO ALL GIRLS AND BOYS



(c) Michael Douglas Bosc


Daily Quote: The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes
but in having new eyes.
- Marcel Proust


Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: bambina: child / noun.
Example sentence: Da bambina mi divertivo a disegnare.
Translation: As a child I enjoyed drawing.


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By: Joanna Fuchs


Late Christmas Eve, when all was still,
And the room was dark as night,
The Christmas tree lit magically;
It was a fantastic sight!

Then from around the tree trunk came,
A strange and funny sound,
As gifts began to unwrap themselves,
And toys jumped out all around.

The music box began to play,
And in a crazy trance,
The candy canes jumped off the tree
To do a silly dance.

The big stuffed bear leaped to his feet,
To see what he could see;
He rode a shiny, bright red bike
Around the Christmas tree.

The new toy kitchen started to cook,
And before you could blink an eye,
The oven door opened, and from inside
Came a tiny pizza pie.

A squirt gun squirted everything;
It knew what it was for;
By the time that it was emptied out,
A big puddle lay on the floor.

A beautiful doll with golden hair
Was searching for a friend;
A toy soldier marched up and took her hand;
They were a perfect blend.

In the bedroom were a boy and girl,
Asleep in Christmas dreams;
The soldier saluted; the doll gave a kiss;
At least that's the way it seems.

Now everything began to tire;
The toys went back in place;
But when mother woke in the morning,
You should have seen her face.

The tree was fine; the gifts were there,
Yet mother gave a roar;
She looked at her wet shoes and yelled,
"What's this puddle on my floor?"

Joanna Fuchs
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Daily Quote: "If you think you're too small to have an impact, try going to bed with a mosquito in the room."
-- Anita Roddick


Linguist Corner-FRENCH: vite / fast
Part of speech: adverb
Example:
French: Il skie beaucoup trop vite, il risque de tomber.
English: He skis way too fast, he might fall.

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By: Robert Anderson

shadows aggravate

my heart,

love seems so far away --

so far, so far

and i am lost

beneath the blue veil

of my dreams


i'll linger awhile,

torn, lost without

everything

i never actually knew yet

fantasied of

constantly


no matter how

elegance no longer laces

through all i once held near

i'll wander through and search

for you


'til breath becomes the chill

the air accumulates through

its pale frigidness and

tears fall while

memories loom


i'll sit here and watch

the craving earth

endure

the fragmented rain

and want more

to escape

my very breath of life


ever... and again



Robert Anderson


Daily Quote: The jump is so frightening between where I am and where I want to be.
Because of all I may become, I will close my eyes and leap.
- Mary Anne Radmacher


Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: tenere: to hold / verb.
Example sentence: Se lo tieni così stretto, l'uovo si rompe.
Translation: If you hold it too tightly, the egg will break.


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By: Robert Anderson

 
 
emotion escapes from what was just
a love-lit haven --
darkness bequeaths sufficiently,
like as all my embracing thoughts,
to drown the surrendering earth
tonight

it moans for you,
oh, for how eloquence formalizes in
the way you've expired
[as all angels know]
that unforgiving puddles articulate their sting
from the windows of my own secret-self
while i aim to glance meagerly
into your depth

dreams aren't enough
yet all i have to ever hold you anymore
as you lay appealingly amid the bed we made
breathing in your satisfaction
for how you graced such denouement into light

i yearn you again-- have always yearned you and pray
it is enough to ever take you in

because until the day i die
i'll ever confide in only you...
your beauty: my aphrodisiac

and i swear i love you.


Robert Anderson


Daily Quote: A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin;
what else does a man need to be happy?
- Albert Einstein


Linguist Corner-SPANISH: suerte, noun / luck
“Lucky be a lady tonight” is a famous line from a song, and for Spanish speakers luck, la suerte, is as important as it is for English speakers. Sometimes la suerte is kind to us:
Example:
Tuvo muchísima suerte de salir del accidente.
He was incredibly lucky to survive the accident.


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By: Shilpi Grewal


 
One of those days when i think it through
Look into what i've done and how time flew
Me, who was so untamed,
How appearances be-fooled us two


How pointless it seems now
All makes me think just how
The time have made me stronger
And what took to make through


Friends that were everything
Now i am just left with few
Nights that were so lonely
The mistakes that made me new


The pictures i have lost,
The memories that made through,
The voices that once lingered
Are dimming down too


How losing doesn't hurt any longer
Maybe that’s part of walk through
Accepting fault isn’t hard now
I wish making them was optional too


But since love is all that matters
Believe me i love you.




Shilpi Grewal
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Daily Quote: It all depends on how we look at things,
and not how they are in themselves.
- Carl Jung


Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: regalare: to present / verb
Example sentence: Il giorno del pensionamento, i colleghi le regaleranno una collana.
Translation: On the day of her retirement, her co-workers will present her with a necklace.


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By: Rabindranath Tagore

 
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.



Rabindranath Tagore
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Daily Quote: If patience is worth anything,
it must endure to the end of time.
And a living faith will last
in the midst of the blackest storm.
- Mohandas (Mahatma) Gandhi


Linguist Corner-SPANISH: imagen, (noun) /
image, picture
Example:
- Una imagen vale más que mil palabras.
A picture is worth a thousand words.



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By: Shekhar Srinivasan

 
Chased during the day by vicious lions,
Burned in the night by the fire dragons,
Living in a dream of dreadful scorpions,
Thrown into a land of giant roaches in billions,

Driving the bike along the highway,
Run over by the truck going astray,
Gazing out of the window of a running train,
Smashed by the pole into severe pain,

Wandering the wooded jungles of Jurassic Park,
Finding myself within inches of the T-rex in dark,
Sinking with the ship into the waters of the Lost Ark,
Surprised by the grisly sight of a sharp teethed shark,

Fearing the loss of memory due to amnesia,
Staying outdoors in panic and claustrophobia,
Driven to nuts by spiders and arachnophobia,
Living in a shell due to anthropophobia,

Fearing the ghastly sounds of the night,
Seeking a calm place of humble respite,
Overwhelmed by the restless crowd of the day,
In search of a supporting friend along the way,

God, please help resolve this chaotic confusion,
Please free my mind of this horrifying delusion,
Convincing me it’s no reality but an optical illusion,
Shunning away a life of such dreadful seclusion

Shekhar Srinivasan
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Daily Quote: Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.
~Edna Ferber


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By: Ata Augustyn

I was in your kiss
It made me a princess of your carmine dreams
It dressed me in a rose's scent
It ornamented my love's beads

I wandered through your lips
They made me a fairy tale of your wonderland
They opened so many reddish pages
They led my lips' blissful steps

I found your heart
a small wonder with a huge feeling
a strong breath with a delightful breeze
a bouquet of kindness with a love ribbon

Ata Augustyn


Daily Quote: "When love is not madness, it is not love".
~Pedro Calderon de la Barca


Linguist's Corner: sano: healthy /adjective
Example sentence: Alcune sane abitudini possono aiutare a vivere meglio.
Translation: Certain healthy habits can help you to live a better life.

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By: Kristen Denise Brown
 
I remember laying outside the house
remembering the days when we were young
those days seem so long ago
but back then we had so much fun

I remember children laughing and playing in the field
seemed everyday our hearts would heal
just to be there to laugh and play
seemed like it'd be, forever that way

But so long ago, were those days
They dont last forever, some memories fade away
We live, we learn, we grow from young to old
then to our children and theirs our story will be told

Of how we met and were kismit
the times we shared, and showed how we cared
the warmth of your smile, the smell of your hair
and then our memories, will to, be theirs


Kristen Denise Brown


Daily Quote: The winds of grace are always blowing;
all we need to do is raise our sails.
- Anonymous


Linguist Corner-FRENCH: bûche de Noël / English translation: Yule log / noun
Example sentence:
French: Pour le dessert du repas de Noël, ma mère cuisine toujours sa fameuse bûche de Noël faite maison.
English: For Christmas dinner dessert my mother always bakes her famous homemade Yule log.


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By: Michael D. Bosc
 
I have a friend called B.J.
Who shouts and chases me
He can never catch me
As I run up the tree

His wife has now joined in the game
And whenever she see me
She shouts and flaps a tea-towel
But it is not the same you see

This weekend they both ignored me
They had visitor you see
They did not want to come and play
That really was a shame

I ran along the back fence
Then I climbed the tree
I also ran along the wood that
They use for a frame

So now I sit upon the post
Looking at their door
Hoping one will see me and
Come out with a roar

Then I can scamper off
And run up my tall tree
Then we’d be back to normal
B.J, his wife and me


(c) Michael Douglas Bosc
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Daily Quote: Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.
~George Eliot


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By: Jeremiah Walton

 
The click clack of high heels
Against a set marble path
Walking down brick tracks
Following the ridges of my back
Like a train and its tracks
Click clack click clack
Walking up stone stairs, like coyotes in a pack
Scavenging off the deceased
All dressed in black
The snap of fake nails being pressed on
Chewed ruins cracked, now colorful dunes
With the tactless taste of tobacco under the skin
As tasteless music played, these fingers convey
A drunken orchestra of piano keys placed in an array
And the flowers are laid
In the vase of the slain
Why you here so soon?
As the funerals fumes exit the sir's tomb
Where the cremated body is burned into flesh
An hour or so will go, before
The ladies and lords appear, saying they held the dead dear
With their eye lashes long, and their hair well groomed
And with their social rankings assumed
They murmur in small segregated groups
One and another in and out of the loop
Drinking fine wine as they whine about the futures that loom
To meet the same fate, as ashes in a vase
Doomed to have their relatives assume
Control over their net worth when they're worth about as much as the dirt
That their corpses will be buried in
The rick wrath that comes with the click clacks
Followed by the final clap
And a toast
But before that
You'll hear someone screaming that their water's from tap
Disinherited relatives talking shit behind a dead man's back
The cremated flesh in a Good Will sweater vest
A stuffed body stage, the actor's a doll, with the same clothes and all
As the dead man in a vase without a face but still with the ashes of a case of a million dollars burned
That each relative thinks they deserve
But in ignorance,
There is a crass cheer of upper class glass to old lifeand new money that they think they've earned



Jeremiah Walton
Nostrovia! Poetry


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Daily Quote: There is more hunger for love and appreciation
in this world than for bread.
- Mother Teresa


Linguist Corner-SPANISH: desgracia, noun / misfortune, bad luck
The basic meaning of desgracia is something unfortunate. So, in the following example it means bad luck, rather than its false friend ‘disgrace’.
Example:
Es una desgracia que haya* tenido que abandonar el Tour de esta manera.
It’s bad luck that he’s had to drop out of the Tour like this.


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By: Ravi Panamanna


 
Ship is moored in a port
Friendship blossoms in the heart.
Ship is tossed by winds
Friendship withstands any wind.

Ship cruises along the sea
Friendship- the depth one can’t see.
A ship takes you to many lands
Friendship shows you many wonderlands.

A ship carries tons of cargo
Friendship- strong and pure is void of ego.
A ship sails unto new horizons,
Friendship opens new horizons.

A ship is caught in ice-berg,
Friendship gets beyond all ice-bergs.
A ship sinks in the waters
Friendship gets beyond all Waterloos.


Ravi Panamanna


Daily Quote: It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
- Oriah


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