The waves are raucous at night, like they're
trying harder to make up for a lack of blue
against white. What there is of sky is more
the colour of absence- of sleeping eyes from
the inside- than the colour of a destined life.
My feet are operating like Newton's cradle:
rocking from heel to toes, from lurching legs
while trousers billow, while weather undulates-
(it's recording emotion; it's mourning imprecision).
All ghosts of clouds gather around the lamps
that line the promenade. They descend for eyes,
meeting glances with misty breath like passers-by.
And I ponder (as the meeting of the cold and
my skin creates a cloak between me and the
wind) whether I've ever stared through nightfall
without the moon resembling your eyes and the
stars resembling mine- all at the height that future's
lovers look up to and from which all weather falls.

S. Rankin
My Mirrored Pool of Thought




"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on."
~Henry Ellis

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By: Michael Reynolds



A life,
so vivid,
so clear,
so seemingly happy to those around me,
a mask,
a secret,
a lie,
hidden torment,
agony,
loneliness,
what others see is not truly what I am,
a monster,
a savage,
an abomination,
a life which no one understands,
a burden,
worthless,
a scapegoat,
the pain that keeps me alive,
the hurt that keeps me going,
this hell they call life.


Michael Reynolds


Daily Quote: Anger is often more hurtful than the injury that caused it.
- English Proverb


Linguist Corner-SPANISH: repasar, verb
to check; to revise
Example:
- Repase la factura antes de firmarla.
- Check the invoice before signing it.

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By: Sabrina Tuch

 
Goodbye is not forever, but only for a while
Until we are together, I'll carve your name in tile.
I'm going day by day, until I'm out of pain
I'll walk down the bay, always remembering your name.
Goodbye is not forever, but only for a while.
It doesn't mean I'll see you never
To see you again I'd walk a mile.

You left us here, and you made a hole in my heart.
I know you're near, for you're here in my heart.
I'll remember you, and all the memories you gave me.
I hope you remember all of us that miss and love you.
I miss the sound of your voice, and seeing you smile
Your voice is a special noise...now your life is in a file.


Sabrina Tuch


Daily Quote: Laugh when you can,
apologize when you should,
and let go of what you can't change.
Life's too short to be anything... but happy.
- Anonymous


Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: triste: sad / adjective.
Example sentence: Era una storia così triste che mi ha fatto piangere.
Translation: It was such a sad story that it made me cry.

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I

My child and I hold hands on the way to school,
And when I leave him at the first-grade door
He cries a little but is brave; he does
Let go. My selfish tears remind me how
I cried before that door a life ago.
I may have had a hard time letting go.

Each fall the children must endure together
What every child also endures alone:
Learning the alphabet, the integers,
Three dozen bits and pieces of a stuff
So arbitrary, so peremptory,
That worlds invisible and visible

Bow down before it, as in Joseph's dream
The sheaves bowed down and then the stars bowed down
Before the dreaming of a little boy.
That dream got him such hatred of his brothers
As cost the greater part of life to mend,
And yet great kindness came of it in the end.

II

A school is where they grind the grain of thought,
And grind the children who must mind the thought.
It may be those two grindings are but one,
As from the alphabet come Shakespeare's Plays,
As from the integers comes Euler's Law,
As from the whole, inseperably, the lives,

The shrunken lives that have not been set free
By law or by poetic phantasy.
But may they be. My child has disappeared
Behind the schoolroom door. And should I live
To see his coming forth, a life away,
I know my hope, but do not know its form

Nor hope to know it. May the fathers
he finds
Among his teachers have a care of him
More than his father could. How that will look
I do not know, I do not need to know.
Even our tears belong to ritual.
But may great kindness come of it in the end.


Anonymous submission.

Howard Nemerov




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By: C. Richard Miles


The cherry blossom’s out to brighten city streets
And daffodils all shout that spring is here to greet
The trees, about to burst in bud and leaf and bloom,
That bring us all relief from winter’s hateful gloom.

The cherry blossom’s out and scattered in a drift
All down the busy road, a welcome petalled gift
Resembling winter snow, all soft and white and light
But not so cruel and cold, this cheerful, happy sight.

The cherry blossom’s out, so simple clean and pure
Before it starts to fall upon the road’s rough floor
But even in the crush of traffic’s trundling wheels
Its bloom brings us a blush of beauty, which appeals.

The cherry blossom’s out and floats upon the breeze
Which toys with every branch upon the cherry trees
In cheerful playfulness on this soft, spring-like day
An early splash of white before the buds of May.

C. Richard Miles
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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
-Anais Nin

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By: Kristina Louisa Carr

The red lights turn on when it’s dark outside
Clients searching for things they’ll never confide
Standing on coblestones looking up from the street
Illuminated windows highlight goods indiscreet

Under wigs and make up beauty is disguised
What you see is what you get as advertised
Bodies carefully displayed in all shapes and sizes
Gender confusion may cause hidden surprises

Here everything goes and nothing is really taboo
Flesh covered by garments that are see through
Customer service for every fetish is provided
If you’re unsure take a full tour that is guided

Bars and shops are open for personal entertainment
If you have the money you can make an arrangement
Dancers deliver the illusion of art hanging from a pole
While the police gets free coffee when on nightly patrol

Latex lace leather piercings and tatoos are on display
There are no unsatisfied dreams as long as you can pay
The oldest profession is in demand and that’s no tale
Just a regular night in Amsterdam and love is for sale

Kristina Louisa Carr


Daily Quote: Courage is going from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm.
- Winston Churchill


Linguist Corner-SPANISH: reacio, adjective
to be reluctant, to be unwilling
Reacio, reluctant, unwilling, is the opposite of dispuesto. You often use it with the preposition a and an infinitive:
Example:
Es reacio a aceptar la propuesta.
He’s reluctant to accept the suggestion.

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By: Fergus Carty

 

Grass gone to seed

Along the rough fringes.
Both weed and wild-flower mown,
As the roar of the strimmer,
Echoes out across the lawn.

Dozens of coloured heads topple,
Grasses gone to seed fall,
To a spinning plastic whip,
That cuts through one and all.

Sap seeping into puddles
From the mangled stalks,
Strewn about like litter,
Across the garden walks.

When the wind whips up,
Along the walls they huddle.
Spring’s evicted tenants.
What an accommodation muddle?!


Fergus Carty


Daily Quote: The bad news is time flies.
The good news is you're the pilot.
- Michael Althsuler


Linguist Corner-FRENCH : enjoué / cheerful / adjective
Example sentence:
French: Nous apprécions beaucoup son attitude enjouée en toute situation.
English: We really appreciate her cheerful attitude in any situation.

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By: Michael Spoor



He is wind.
He is sail.
He laid limp against the
mast for what seemed
like an eternity.
He knew a cool
breeze existed.
It had to...
Without warning,
from the north,
a most amazing zephyr!
He shuddered,
then billowed!
It's true!
She does exist!
It felt so good...
He had a purpose
once again.
He needed her,
and she obliged...


Michael Spoor


Daily Quote: Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it,
we can never do anything wise in this world.
- Helen Keller


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By: Lawrence Pillar

So busy they are today,
With their self importance.
Those feeding off of acquired popularity.
And believing themselves,
Overwhelmingly magnetic to others.
As they see themselves to be.

They can not see themselves,
From a superficial point of view.
They believe themselves to be the center of things.
Since some folks have them believing that is true.

A connection that has existed for some time to the world,
Appears to be comfortably attached...
Without an outward showing,
Of an entrapped affectation.
That connection to reality is obvious to those,
Who are aware of what reality means.

And for many this has been their lives as known.
A desire to have a popularity.
To be seen and showing what it is they do and 'own'.
And feeling alone and hollow,
If egos they displayed were not publicly overblown.
And fed wherever they are bled to produce,
Evidence of their significance to induce a following.

'Are you jealous? '

Of what?
I have been comfortable in my own skin,
'Most' of my life!
I am in no need to solicit popularity.
My radiance comes naturally.

'Oh.
How blind of me not to see it.'

Lawrence Pillar


Daily Quote: What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments,
but what is woven into the lives of others.
- Pericles


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