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: 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: Tarringo Vaughan
This poem is a memory...
This poem is about/a place I use to call my home;
a place where this new silence I see was once the laughter
of hope and pride. A place where my young feet
use to run in the freedom winds of innocence
but now as I look down this narrow street
I do not recognize the sorrow/ there is emptiness
as the price of destruction has diminished once proud
eyes and now there is no sun that rises about this sky
just clouds that have dampened a tough cement
into a muddy paradox of nothingness.
I use to run up and down this paved road singing
the sweet tunes of whistled happiness
manipulating older ears into their own sweet remembrance
of how their time here use to be. The older folk
always renewed history in telling the stories of their younger years
and now my own proud tears
bring this street back alive.
These lampposts have lifted their rust and fresh lights
shine down upon the feet of bicycles ready to smile again
and faded graffiti walls have washed themselves
of decay and now reach out to embrace
trees that have lost their names; these same trees
have found their identities again and now sparkle
in the sunlight of those golden days before crime
kidnapped the aspirations of many dreams;
before poverty took over the stage of hope
and before time took away the history
of a neighborhood that once held hands
upon this street of unity.
This poem is a memory
This poem is about /a place that will never be again
that place I used to call my home but my feet
still cry for this street because my heart
has never abandoned the beauty that nurtured
my growth; the beauty once absorbed by the foundation
of these sidewalks now dismantled
by the migration of everything that made life here
possible…
Tarringo Vaughan © 2010
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Daily Quote: weltschmerz \VELT-shmerts\, noun:
Sentimental pessimism; sorrow that one feels and accepts as one's necessary portion in life.
Example:
Cohen confused his mood with his chronic weltschmerz. He spoke at great length on the vicissitudes of a sensitive spirit, his dissatisfaction, the inadequacy of this sphere as far as he was concerned.
-- Daniel Fuchs, Summer in Williamsburg
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By: Brett R. Crabrooke
Well, there were flowers outside
For sale,
And we moved amidst them, inhaling,
Stealing their perfume
As the bees did: this was something my
Uncle couldn’t save,
But he still has his unicorn in the cooler,
If you know what I mean,
As my grandfather was in his grave:
And the children who should have
Been to school,
Waited underneath the overpass where
The waves yet echoed:
And in those feral voices, a song-
The memories of sirens saturated there,
And the bells and the lips
Of naiads in their hurricanes-
So the secret orchestras were sung in the
Graffiti’s of their overcast cathedrals,
And at night at home
Sports continued being played- the
Gardens whispered,
And the family prayed- but through the daylight
Desires continued- streaking, foaming,
And answering- vibrations from extending
Shadows- going to brush their lovers
Across the sea- while in their classrooms
The lost girls forgot every memory they cared to
Keep of me.
Brett R. Crabrooke
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Daily Quote: What is our family?
We touch our full hearts and see ourselves
reflected whole in each other's eyes.
- Mary Anne Radmacher
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: jeter un coup d'oeil
English translation: to glance
Part of speech: verb
Example:
French: Souvent les enfants se lèvent pendant la nuit de Noël pour jeter un coup d'oeil et tenter d'apercevoir le Père Noël.
English: Often children wake up during Christmas Eve to peek and try to see Santa Claus.
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By: Charles A. Louis, Jr.
Softly with discretion, one night,
A kiss had been given unto me.
A kiss from a fantasy, a kiss from my love.
And every time I close my eyes,
I wonder what it would be like to love you again.
Thereafter, on some lonely night,
Suffering from the delights of memories,
I think about the one whom, at the lost hours,
Made love to me; a time so far gone.
I reminisce those empty nights,
Where love had just been a fantasy,
Fantasy of wonders, wonders of passion.
I reminisce that empty night,
When, obsessively, you made love to me.
Tonight, let’s make it a night to remember.
Let’s make tonight, a night filled with passion, filled with love.
A love that will be the testimony of a lover’s fantasy,
A fantasy so long gone with the wind of emotions.
Charles A. Louis, Jr.
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Daily Quote:
You know that you have fully experienced love
when you turn into love -
that is the spiritual goal of life.
- Deepak Chopra
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By: Robert Anderson
i am unsure,
unsure...
of where i am going
you... you're lucky
to have found someone
but sometimes the rivers
my tears have formed
in the abyss
where i have undone
your beautiful smile
oh, your bright lovely face
that once gave me the hope
that it would never fade
but somewhere my luck
had turned into ashes
and one day my luck
will grant a better day
so when you crawl your soul
to lie gently in bed
don't think about me
and all that i did
(all that i did)
'cause i tore the four leafs
off of your lucky clover
and i'm afraid of the truth
so i'll seldom be sober
again, when i think
without ever
knowing
that sometimes...
(oh, sometimes)
i am unsure
of where
i am
going
Robert Anderson
Daily Quote: There is no remedy for love but to love more.
- Henry David Thoreau
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: tourmenté: tormented / adjective
Example sentence:
French: Mon cousin est très tourmenté par cette rupture, il était en couple depuis 5 ans.
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By: Gray and Mars
Sideways picture frames,
She looks at me, doesn’t know my name.
I say, “It’s me.”
She says, “Who would that be?”
& mutters a soliloquy.
She points at the glass to clear her throat,
As I take off my woolen coat,
& pull up a wooden chair,
& look at her ancient hair.
I tell her that I’m doing good,
& Mona’d come out if she could.
& she points and looks at the sky,
& says a scarecrow just passed by,
& I didn’t know what to do,
I’m just a boy she knew.
The room became so tense
She said things that made no sense.
About a man with a broom and a flute,
Who looked real good in a suit.
& I asked her which man,
& she said it was the one
Who fades into the evening sun.
I saw Death at the bedroom door
& fell to the wooden floor,
“Do you remember anything?
The morning’s when you would sing,
In the garden with the sun,
& laugh with everyone?”
(This dream that we’re in,
Is stuck in a coffin,
It’s not one that we choose,
But it’s just the one we’re use to).
& she said, “Who are you?”
“Mama, I’m the boy you knew.”
Gray and Mars
Daily Quote: Whatever you can do, or dream you can, Begin it.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it, Begin it now.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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By: Daniel Ames
beyond the Elysian Fields
in a swath of scrub oak and gravel
in the distance a small farmhouse
without windows or a door
a hawk flies overhead with a red tail
and an eye for what's beyond
this is where you and I now stand
the railroad ties soaked in creosote
black and fissured
the ghosts of tall weeds
are carried along by the wind
the silence presses on our temples
the heat smothers our skin
you and I and the glassy scent of gasoline
there may have been plans
to keep laying track
we can almost make out the linear banks
of earth ahead
a heat wave shimmers
beyond the broken landscape
where you and I try to see
you turn and look back
I was waiting for you to do it
I would have been disappointed if you hadn't
because then the years along the way
would have tendrils
viscous remnants of you and I
you turn back to the front
and as your gaze passes me
I wonder if you look at me
or if you continue to swivel
without interruption or contemplation
toward the precipice ahead
neither you nor I comprehend
at long last the faint smile comes
and I am thrilled and reassured
I take your hand and your calm acceptance
like a thousand times before
the hawk is gone and a young child
comes out of the farmhouse
she hears the train that is you and I
Daniel Ames
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Daily Quote: "You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view".
- Harper Lee
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By: Fergus Carty
What are these things we call memories?
Past fact or present expectations?
Was it the really Nerys that caught my eye?
Or the sparkle of the alter-Kira?
The picture shifts as easily as Odo
So what is it we think we know?
A child tires of it’s drawing of a house
And turns a page and starts again,
As regularly as the tide cleans the beach
For the stick’s fresh pictographs.
The wrong shapes floating in the sky?
Will pass off-screen soon enough.
Electric impulses flash across
The surface of brain and through its canyons.
Chemicals change molecular switches
And stimuli are physically stored,
Even unconsciously. From these minutiae,
We retrieve our building blocks of memory.
In the delta of braided channels
Of another year that’s run its course
How accurate is the chart in hand?
How were the fathoms plumbed?
Is this the view of a year 2010?
Or Version #2010 of some other year?
Fergus Carty
Daily Quote: You can't let praise or criticism get to you.
It's a weakness to get caught up in either one.
- John Wooden
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By: A. Jarrell Hayes
I wanted to marry the way
My father did. The way
John Wayne lassoed
The damsels, or James
Bond outwitted the villain.
I wanted Darth Vader's voice
And Yoda's syntax.
Those were my father's favorites.
Manly men, all sweat and
Gym logs -- no steroids here.
No Cosby sweaters or the
Curl of Superman's bang.
To end my marriage as my
Father did, I needed to start
As he and mother began.
When I was ready to propose,
I asked mother for permission
To use her engagement ring.
Keep it in the family; that's how
Dad would've wanted things.
But mother only looked at me
With eyes like melting snowflakes and
Explained how she had pawned the ring
Years ago to cover my father's funeral.
A. Jarrell Hayes
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Daily Quote: "It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving."
-- Mother Teresa
Linguist Corner-SPANISH: parecido, adjective
similar; alike
If you want to describe events, things or people that are similar parecido is the word you need.
A mí me ha pasado algo parecido.
Something similar happened to me.
Los españoles son parecidos a los brasileños.
The Spaniards are similar to the Brazilians.
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By: C. S. Thomas
The 80’s
big hair, big bands, metal ballads and parachute pants.
Cable television, just over the horizon
Don Johnson, Bo Derek - never growing old
Whitesnake, Van Halen, Michael – young
Eight tracks, records out to cassette tapes.
Reagan offered hope
Communist offered doom
Amazed by DOS, stunned by Windows
Typewriters to computers.
80’s day
A celebration
Where’s the beef, Like a Virgin, headbands
Big hair is big wigs,
parachute pants costumes
Going retro
Saying, “I like the old stuff.”
Spandex, leg warmers
wondering about music
on MTV.
C. S. Thomas
Daily Quote: "Few people have any next, they live from hand to mouth without a plan, and are always at the end of their line."
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Linguist Corner-SPANISH: mirada / a look / noun. feminine
- una mirada triste
a sad look
- levantar la mirada
to look up
- bajar la mirada
to look down
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By: Fergus Carty
The clouds part like gaudy stage curtains,
Ruffled and furled whites and greys,
By times edged with silver, by times with gold.
House lights now of slanting sun,
New scene of glistening green and brown,
Blue, blue backdrop of rainwashed sky.
Just as so many a torn chocolate-box lid,
Or jig-saw puzzle missing a piece,
Or crumpled postcard stuffed in a drawer.
What chance to kiss chocolate from your lips?
No part of a cloud is held in your hand,
A sad piece of card with an old address.
Fergus Carty
Daily Quote: "Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events."
~Adrienne Rich
Linguist Corner: sagesse (saah zhess) / noun, feminine
wisdom, (good) sense; discretion
Example:
- faire preuve de sagesse = to be sensible
- la sagesse populaire = popular (or traditional) wisdom
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By: Stormy Day
I love the way your hair
stuck out to one side
when you'd just woke up
it was the cutest bed-head
I'd ever seen
I loved how your hand
enveloped mine
like a small child's
when we'd walk together
side by side
I loved the way just your smile
could make my day
my favorite one
stretched to your ears
and made you look so silly
I loved how your eyes
would change from green to brown
or somewhere in between
and that soft look you would get
saved just for me
I loved the way your voice
enchanted me so completely
I could sit and listen
for hours on end
and never tire of it
I loved how you would laugh
unexpectedly out loud
and wouldn't tell me why
it only made me wonder more
what you were thinking of
I loved the way your arms
held me close yet gentle
how protected and safe I felt
when I was with you
and how loved I knew I once was
I loved everything about you
and all that you were
every strength
and every flaw
I loved it all
I loved you
Stormy Day
Daily Quote: Under every full moon, a woolgathering world idles. ~Lorraine Skylark
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: étoilé / starry /Part of speech: adjective
Example:
French: Nous sommes allés nous promener de nuit, sous un beau ciel étoilé.
English: We went for a walk at night under a beautiful starry sky.
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