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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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80's Day

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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Never Apart

By: Michael White

Let me clasp your hand in mine
Together we’ll enjoy the view
City rooftops out of line
Factory chimneys, streets we knew

Remember when we walked together
Pavements glistening after rain
Heedless of inclement weather
Lost in youthful love’s domain

Twilight years have now descended
Precious memories remain
Dreams of youth are soon transcended
Streets of magic, golden rain

Let me clasp your hand in mine
Till we’re ready to depart
Re-incarnate or this lifetime
Never shall we be apart

Michael White
Poems & Images by Michael White

Daily Quote: "Basically, the only thing we need is a hand that rests on our own,
that wishes it well, that sometimes guides us."
~Hector Bianciott

Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: confessare / to confess / verb
- Example: Dopo poco tempo lui si è pentito e ha confessato il suo delitto.
- Translation: After a short time he repented and confessed his crime.

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Labels aging, friendship, love, poets V-X, youth 1 comments | |

A Childhood Memory

Unlined curtain changed by magic,
To indoor rainbow by light without.

The morning window single glazed,
Waterford Crystal cut frost inside and out.

From beneath layers of woollen blankets,
Cozy warm cocoons three brothers sprout.

Jumping onto bare floor-boards,
Voices of cold feet in unison shout.

Running down rope-carpet stairs,
For elder siblings looking round about.

For uniforms and bags and lunches,
Vainly toddlers broken words let out.

Then all too soon and in turn by turn,
“I don’t want to go to school!”, each shout.

Fergus Carty

"You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth."
~Kahlil Gibran

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Labels childhood, children, friendship, poets A-C, youth 2 comments | |

Shoebox of Letters

By: Krantol Northic

I found my shoebox
of letters and dreams
sent by a friend
or so it seems

two years worth
of letters from you
two years worth
so very few

each told a bit
of the story inside
which I knew was true
though fervently denied

the story about
a girl and her friend
who drifted apart
not by his hand

do you remember
that letter you wrote
2nd october
you wrote this note

what it said inside
meant alot to me
'friends forever'
I agreed

Krantol Northic
Poems of Krantol Northic

"You can always tell a real friend: when you've made a fool of yourself he doesn't feel you've done a permanent job."
~Laurence J. Peter

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Careless

When I was a boy,
Sun shower’s rain drops fell,
Large and slow
And lit upon my skin,
Almost weightless.
At those moments careless.

Walking home through,
Parcelled meadows,
Along the road,
Breeze blown this way and that,
Almost weightless.
With those moments careless.

On a winter’s day,
With blocked up head,
Breathing in air so clear,
On fresh snow feet float,
Almost weightless.
For those moments careless.

When I found you,
By chance or fate,
The past remembered
But not relived.
Again now almost weightless.
In this one moment careless.

Fergus Carty

"Experiences are savings which a miser puts aside. Wisdom is an inheritance which a wastrel cannot exhaust".
~Karl Kraus

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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.

O S P I A S N

P _ _ _ _ _ _

Yesterday's word was: INTELLECT
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Flight

For Caitie on her 13th Birthday

You dream of flying
afraid of heights but in love
with the weightlessness,
the view from up there.

The air heaves you far
from earth, without a net.
And now, you are free, no roots
or cords, no lines or links --

Just a thirteen-year-old girl
with her arms open to the wind,
eyes smarting with the speed
of flight. Trapeze artist,

your body will swing you
into space, beating gravity
so you can dance with the stars.
My little beauty, grow strong—

find your own voice, own beat.
Call to the like-minded ones
the free-hearted ones
to sing with you.

Jennifer Boire

"Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass."
~Rupert Brooke

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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 M H A F D E I

F _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Yesterday's word was: BENEFICENT

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