By: Butch Phillipps
Seeing the ocean is usually the start.
It draws people from near and far,
Just as dreamy as a distant star.
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Sailing above much is unseen,
What lies below only a dream.
As of now much is unknown,
Can make one feel very alone.
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In its whole a vast expanse,
Has seen much remembrance.
Ships and planes lost at sea,
Loved ones lost for eternity.
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Forever alive and always changing,
Many delights and lots of warnings.
Most of us drawn to the seashore,
They’re some who chose to explore.
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Marine biologists try their best,
Relying on their funding requests.
Inner earth they doth seek,
Trying to take a little peek.
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Much is unknown but they don't care,
Yearning to explore where no other dare.
Among the Beauty thats all around,
Forgotten are the dangers abound.
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Mysteries still surround the deep,
Treasures found you may keep.
Inner earth waiting to be discovered,
Many things still not recovered.
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Not always finding what you seek,
It's not a quest for the meek.
Beautiful and mystical as our birth,
So is it with Inner Earth.
Butch Phillipps, Copyright © 2011 - All rights reserved.
Daily Quote: We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are.
- Anaïs Nin
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: toile de maître / masterpiece / noun
Example sentence
- French: Ce Monet, une véritable toile de maître, a été vendue aux enchères pour plus de 4 millions d'euros.
- English: This Monet, a real masterpiece, has been sold at auction for more than 4 million Euros.
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By: V. Mahfood
The Sea rages ceaselessly amidst unmoving rocks
Hurling Herself restlessly, longing to escape,
Hoping to embrace both the earth and the sky
Demanding life outside Her own, she begins to sigh.
And Her yards of white lace swirl around Her
On layers of rich, azure silk.
Profoundly blue, always ever changing
As eternal as the universe, now ebbing, now flowing.
Yet the music of the Sea is serenely noble
And sings tales of many brave heroes,
With ringing tones so melancholy sweet
While the sand dances at Her nimble feet.
"Be glad for each day, do not despair the past
You have many chances to repair what has been lost,
As you sing to My music and dance to My song
Come celebrate life's splendor all day long!"
V. Mahfood
"We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came."
-John F. Kennedy
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By: Butch Phillipps
Waiting in the doctors office,
Wondering if he's a novice.
They said to come in at ten,
have to sit and wait on them.
Not sure why it's always the case,
Guess overbooking is common place.
Feeling that I am wasting my time,
Waiting like this should be a crime.
No excuse to take this long,
Feeling like I don't belong.
Getting upset and about to shout,
Contemplating whether to walk out.
It's now eleven and still waiting,
After this he'll get a bad rating.
Assistant walks in with a huff,
Service like this is very rough.
Finally he walks through the door,
Don't have to wait anymore.
They're backed up that's to blame,
My time is valuable just the same.
In five minutes he is through,
Not enough time to say how do.
Bedside manners he does lack,
Pretty sure I won't be back.
Have to wait even to pay,
Didn't hear have a good day.
Without a smile tells what to do,
Glad to say they're in the rearview.
A little courtesy should suffice,
They should know to be nice
Is he a doctor or a quack,
Never again will I go back.
Butch Phillipps
Daily Quote: Flowers always make people better, happier and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine to the soul.
- Luther Burbank
Linguist Corner-SPANISH: disgustar, verb / to upset
- Me disgustó su tono.
His tone upset me.
- Estaba indignado con su comportamiento.
I was disgusted at his behavior.
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By: David Miao
I wake up every morning and I open my eyes
The sunlight penetrates through my camouflaging lies
For there is most definitely a hole within view
An empty void created by the loss of you
No matter what I do, no matter what I say
to deceive myself, to find a way
to heal the wounds, to ease the pain
to stop myself from going insane
I run, I write, I eat, I draw
To keep down this inner civil war
Between my heart and my brain
A form of torture which never wanes
What you meant to me I could never fully explain
The words ‘I love you’ just seem too plain
To describe this passion I feel deep inside
And now that you’re gone, a part of me has died
David Miao
Daily Quote: Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
- George Eliot
Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: uscire: to go out /verb.
Example sentence: Esco a fare una passeggiata, vuoi venire con me?
Translation: I'm going out for a walk, do you want to come with me?
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Posted by V. Mahfood - 2011
a bandage of words -
soothes the most heartfelt anguish -
mends ourbroken souls
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with lips softly pressed -
xternal distractions fade -
our souls locked in love
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how joyous the days -
filled with loves precious moments -
were it not a dream
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walking hand in hand -
affectionate silhouettes -
seek winters wonder
Pierce Anderson
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"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."
~Robert Frost
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By: Butch Phillipps, Copyright © 2011 - All rights reserved.
Believing that there is no other.
Claiming that they have the fix,
While always playing politics.
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Along the way they sell their soul,
Allowing others to shape and mold.
At this point in politics,
It all turns into PoliTricks.
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Motivated by going toe to toe,
Having no mercy on their foe.
All the time they fight and fight,
While conquering all with their might.
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Divide and conquer that's their way,
Only concern is to survive another day.
Self consumed to the bone,
Not realizing much is unknown.
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People just toys with whom they play,
Twisting words and spinning all day.
They tell you this and then do that,
Hypocrites all so watch your back.
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Always telling us what we think,
while taking the country to the brink.
Without asking they do our bid,
If this were true they would be rid.
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What we need is people of honor,
To serve us every waking hour.
It's time to put the country first,
Maybe a dream but quench my thirst.
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And all this time they’ve lost sight,
It's for the people they should fight.
Claiming that they have the fix,
Be wary of their PoliTricks.
Butch Phillipps, Copyright © 2011 - All rights reserved.
Daily Quote: Take our politicians: they're a bunch of yo-yos. The presidency is now a cross between a popularity contest and a high school debate, with an encyclopedia of cliches the first prize. ~Saul Bellow
Linguist Corner-SPANISH: repasar, verb / to check; to revise
Repasar refers to checking or going over something, such as accounts or a bill as well as reviewing something.
- Repase la factura antes de firmarla.
Check the invoice before signing it.
- Continúa repasando los apuntes hasta el último segundo.
He goes on reviewing his notes right up to the last minute.
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By: Butch Phillipps A gentle soul inside and out,
Your beauty radiates throughout.
Giving comfort with your smile and touch,
Time spent with you is never enough.
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Through thick & thin you’re always there,
Explaining things no other dare.
The advice you give is very clear,
Some of which is written here.
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Surround yourself with peace and love,
Always give thanks to the One above.
Surround yourself with family and friends,
For they alone will help you mend.
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Things don't always go your way,
Makes no sense re-living the day.
Always take the time to pray,
In the calm you’ll find a way.
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Things happen that we can't explain,
Your beautiful aura will always remain.
Weren't it for you I would be lost,
Thank you for thawing out the frost.
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Your friendship and guidance has no cost,
A gentler soul you will never cross.
Inspiring people without a shout,
A gentle soul inside and out.
Butch Phillipps
Daily Quote: Life may not be the party we hoped for
but while we are here we might as well dance.
- Anonymous
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: pleine d'idées, d'imagination et de bonne humeur,
(Transl): full of ideas, imagination, and good spirits
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By: Fergus Carty
Fergus Carty
Daily Quote: The wise man does not lay up his own treasures.
The more he gives to others,
the more he has for his own.
- Lao Tzu
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Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Every time I see my pansies
Vivid in the golden sun,
You are with me in my garden,
And I am once again a child.
Vivid in the golden sun,
Their beauty brings me close to tears,
And I am once again a child
Learning to assume your grace.
Their beauty brings me close to tears
As I join hands with you in love,
Learning to assume your grace,
Dancing to your inner music.
As I join hands with you in love,
You are with me in my garden,
Dancing to your inner music
Every time I see my pansies.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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Daily Quote: She never quite leaves her children at home, even when she doesn't take them along.
~Margaret Culkin Banning
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By: V. Mahfood
When that ancient, battered plane takes off, I will be on it...
Beside me are my treasured bags of trinkets and memories,
Odd assortment from an ill-timed journey ended too soon.
Never wanting to leave, bittersweet time still away has flit.
For all the years I lived in a sea of happy dreams
You would think I had more souvenirs and treasures!
Boxes of sweet words, jeweled bags of love secrets,
Yards of lace with stories woven snug in all the seams.
Yet I carry dried roses whose thorns prick me with anguish,
They rest on silken cushions that once smooth are now torn.
My things are thrown together, hurts mixed among happiness,
Jumbled need and disappointment, tossed about as in a storm.
I no longer have need for glittr'ing dreams and hopes,
For a future among warm and silvered sands.
All I have left are these tattered, old suitcases,
For better or for worse, I must learn to cope.
When that sad and battered plane takes off, I will be on it...
I can no more return to my loved resting place to sit.
V. Mahfood
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Daily Quote: Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay
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