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Showing posts with label tributes. Show all posts
By: Robert Anderson
 
in my fragility
i often bereft my very breath of life
of all the wonderment left by dreams--
induce myself
into a tragic, tragic beauty
echoing my heart's sheer deservings

immortal tracings of longing
somehow aurify the crevices left in my soul
by all i have ever known simply
to versify their very essence
to the surface of each willing page

i sense far more in only
the most romantic of poets:
days of yore when the Promethean bard
[Shelly] crossed in his own self
the fine line between heaven and earth,
Keats with his melancholic breathlessness still rests
deeply within my heart;
oh, how they remain my unsurpassed favorites

and so, you see
i am but a humble man whose been bred
completely in the pulsating depth
of poetry

may i pertain to this
forevermore.

Robert Anderson


Daily Quote: "If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
If we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome".
- Anne Bradstreet

Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: comprendere: to include
Example sentence: La lista comprenderà i nomi di tutti i vincitori
Translation: The list will include the names of all the winners.


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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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Posted by V. Mahfood - 2011
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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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Posted by V. Mahfood - 2010
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By: Sara S.


I am a silent warrior.
I sit at my desk and fight.
I will not join the army
but I battle through the night.

I am a lover of the right.
My pen reflects the sun
when I hold it in the sky
and it destroys the gun.

I am a silent warrior.
I make no sound but falling tears.
They stain my paper and bleed my ink
and testify to my fears.

I am the smallest presence.
There is not much I can do,
but maybe we can get somewhere
if you will join in, too.

Sarah S.


Daily Quote: Always try to do something for the other fellow and you will be agreeably surprised how things come your way -- how many pleasing things are done for you.
- Claude M. Bristol


Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: aspettare: / to wait / expression.
Example:
Ho aspettato l'autobus per più di un'ora!
Translation: I waited for the bus for more than an hour.

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For my friend Ilya Kaminsky

The first time I heard you read
I was stunned by the baritone
Of voices emanating from your
Throat
I had never heard the sky
Talk before
I had never heard trees
Cry
But there you were tall
As a mountain
Words water-falling
I was stunned I tell you
I had never heard such a voice
Never seen such passion crest with words
Mere words became objects of nature
Mere words made decisions to become larger
Than life
They loomed they bucked they screamed forgiveness
To all mankind errors
You were the river carrying all this
I was left full in this wake by a man deafened by the pox
Who could hear more than anyone before him.


Larry Jaffe
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Jaffe is an internationally known and an award winning writer, author and poet. Whether he is writing on technical subjects or social issues, he clearly writes from the heart with great clarity and understanding. Jaffe impacts audiences and readers with a rich emotional range, masterfully crafted. Read More at: Larry Jaffe.



"Believe in the goodness of life. Believe in the power of time to heal and to renew. Believe in the power of forgiveness and gratitude. Believe in the gift of rainbows and butterflies. Believe in the laughter of children".
~J. Lockwood Huie

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Word Scramble Fun: Unscramble the following word. The first letter is given as a hint. The answer will be revealed tomorrow.

S P O A R O P

A _ _ _ _ _ _

Yesterday's word was: STACCATO
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Through that enlightened feeling in my mind
Not straying from the brightness I desire
By those who've shed through beauty of a kind
I long to grow by those whom I admire
To be much more than my mere mortal frame
and bid beyond my capability
If I'd conceive my thoughts to share their aim
Then I shall truly have nobility
What can it be to stand in time alone
If I maintain my ways throughout this thought
Much more within my life by righteous tone
I may create that ripple I have sought
But nothing in my soul does indicate
That I am surely meant to be as great

Robert Anderson



"In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts;
they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson


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E T E F B R

B _ _ _ _ _

Yesterday's word was: CHERISH
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My husband spies
a copy of Leaves of Grass
sitting in a musty antique store.

"Honey, here's an old book of poetry.
Do you have this one?"

I do, but I want it anyway.

My husband doesn't know who
Walt Whitman is, and I love him
all the more for it.


Eve Meredith Brackenbury
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(Note: The vague pronoun in the second to last line was left in on purpose. I love Walt Whitman as well as my husband).





"Every house where love abides
And friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home, sweet home
For there the heart can rest".
~Henry Van Dyke


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