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gunmetal clouds part and sunlight streams on a hill that holds poppy wreaths the wet cenotaph now gleams while a vet faces its glare
* * * A bountiful cascade, delivers enchantment, * * featuring, glittering holograms. * Iridescent jubilance, kindles loveliness. * Moonlight nestles over peaceful quietude. Resplendent stars, twinkle, * uncovering velvet's wonderland. * Xanadu's yuletide zeal For the Contest: Snow ABC Sponsored by yasmin khan By Carrie Richards 3/13/12
Arriving there, open door to floors bare Moist was air, dwelling effusive with peace The enigma of time began to cease Oblivion to all but ocean, just stare Simplicity for a few days; nowhere To go, timeless, watch Gulls instead of Geese Yesterday's ravenous problems release Now live on sublime seaside oasis' air Aster, Willow won't sway in zephyr this day Only kaleidoscope color 'pon water shone Exquisite view for me, myself, alone This ecstasy delight not auspice by they Lilac, Lily doesn't bloom, chrome rust away Impervious bug repellent glistens in defiant stone Contest: Secret
***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)*** "Storm over yet...?" "Well hay'ell ye'ah! woo-hoo! sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer. whadda'bou that boy th'er? sum'body git him'a cole beer too!" "Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!" "Wha'choo sayin? wha'th'a? na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed! shoot! 'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm! torna'durr warnin' too! he gonna have him'a cole burr; on me!" my treat! mama, git him'a cole burr! ro'tt now; ya'here? besides... ta'days father's day!" © 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
SnowFlake Unique, Frozen Falling, drifting, Shoveling Catching one on your tongue CRYSTAL
< coniferous tree playing peek a boo .... shuffle candid smiles glisten { Christmas } Entry For Deborah Guzzi's Holiday Haiku Contest G.L. All
There's something unspecific about the autumn nights A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home
Sitting under my sun umbrella The ocean is my wonderful painting The sun shines on the small waves Far in the distance I can glimpse a small boat I must have my sunglasses on The sun heats I have shadow under my sun umbrella The sand on the beach is burning hot The waves along the beach creates scratches in the sand Turkey 23. 09. 2012 A-L Andresen :)
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Blackbird Atop a pine of perfect symmetry- a blackbird where a star should be. Suzanne Delaney
Our trip W e went up to Exmouth, it took us five days I nto hot furnace winds, the days were ablaze N o relief was in sight for north we were bound T here it is so rare that cool weather be found E veryone goes there, cause fish can be caught R eports of good fishing make these places sought. 26 August 2013 @ 1203hrs.
The lush of the land lies as velvet moss green carpet The river rushing its morning wash rumbling as it spins twisting and turning its tidal path over the chance carried stones to the seas Where the coastal sands of time are met Meeting waves pulled by undercurrents Finding rocks, kale, seaweed and moss covered Just as the hair of cherubs faces foamed Then gently adorned with shell and mollusk jewels and salty sea air crusts crystal formations alongside In come the tides bringing with them oceanic treasures Driftwoods, wreckage, salvage, that have crashed and bashed the cliffs along the way To finally rest ashore and be renewed To become beach combers delights Trinkets gifts or items for the home
snowdrifts hug windows reflecting warm colored lights... fantasy land view
Let frigid winter come, it feels nice to be lonesome, seeing myself snuggled up in a comfort blanket holding a cup of cocoa by this warm fireplace... while the wanderer's frozen face is dotted with the whitest snowflakes as he rubs his red, freckled nose! Isn't this an unforgettable moment to delight me feeling the thrill of the Season with its distinct chill? Isn't this the magic of Christmas when joy is felt in a calm land by the sound of chiming bells? Let frigid winter come and cover everything in glistening, deep snow, and 'though the evening will not have the moon's glow, brightness can lead my footsteps really far... shouldn't I play a Christmas song on this guitar? I will go from house to house and knock on every door... tingle everyone with great joy by spreading the message of the Savior! I'm very confident that going back home stars will gleam and children will roam: singing, shouting, swirling and throwing heavy snowballs; happy angels will be heard on gelid gulls, but who minds waiting in the bitter cold... when a Divine Child comes down to redeem the sinful world? Entered in Carol Sunshine Brown's contest, " Fire And Ice " Written by Andrew Crisci on 12/ 3/ 2012
Winter rides On the weathered Wings of the wind Through a heavy sky Where violet hues are Pinned. Wispy Clouds flow like Angel Hair in graceful curls Winter's frosted embers Adorn the earth like millions Of priceless pearls. A Cleansing renewal transpires From the harshness of winter air Divine growth emerges from a land That is hushed in graceful prayer. Beautiful Wisdom radiates from Inside this wonderland of pristine light As a kaleidoscope of color emanates From this heavenly prism of white. Carole Cookie Arnold 01/02/2010
Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence, Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting To be answered. A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp, Legacies promise sense before my birth's germination, My special reason for existence. Warmed by the sun's rays, cradled by Mother Nature's Loving embrace, I've grown in the shadows of my elders, My brethren of the forest wilds. Tenderly a sprout grew forth, within me a secret kept Unto myself alone, happily watching the world passes Ideally by, as seasons changed from spring, to summer, Yielding unto fall, then covered beneath Blankets of chilling white. I fear not the slicing of the human ax, or mourn For having to leave thy native soil rich and warm, For my life's secret is coming true you see, Mine inner Gift is to be a Christmas tree. Blazing chains of sparkling lights shall grace My branches of evergreen, as trims silvery tinsel Hangs from my strong timbered limbs, that Shine in the glowing warmth of this magical Holiday called Christmas. Crowning from above, admiration's highest branch Lies a sacred symbol of ages eon's long ago passed A brilliant star of opulence, twinkling in the twilight's After glow of this special season. Its eternal light weaves its mystical rays through my Thick branches of pine, casting a shining upon the Manjor hidden underneath, behold the greatest gift Ever given, a simple child of the everlasting spirit. Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence, Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting To be answered. A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp, Legacies promise sense before my birth's germination, My special reason for existence. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
On Roman ruled British isle, to the deacon and his wife fair; On a beautiful morn, our Patrick was born, in a forth century lair Young and bright as a button; taken by knavish raiders - not fair At tender age sixteen, long time not be seen, a dutiful slave to Eire God spoke to devoted Patrick in a dream on this Emerald Isle Boarded ship and set sail, in Britain to tell the tale; Gaul: priesthood and file In 432, back to Eire to convert the pagans worshiping even a rock To explain the Holy Trinity, enlightening them till affinity, he used the shamrock Pat inspired the Irish festival, history tells his colour was blue, The wearing of the Green, even if one can't keen - Skyfest invites all parties true Sung by a tone deaf (they all were) mistrel, tanked up on green beer BALLAD METRE See the About section for details on which this poem was based. Thank you. Oxford Dictionary of Literary Terms: This metre (BALLAD METRE) may also be interpreted (and sometimes printed) as a couplet of seven-stress lines, as in Kipling's 'Ballad of East and West' (1889):
Hope is a promise that comes with new snow And fills our tomorrows with a newfound trail Pristine, untouched in the moonlit glow Pause for a moment, bid the midnight farewell Yearning for adventure, with new footsteps we'll go… New paths of discovery lie waiting for me Each step I will tread, so velvety slow We'll walk hand and hand, leaving yesterday's bed Yesterday's sorrow, left beneath downy lace Each step is brand new...like an unwritten slate As we walk in this New Year, and a new hope begins Rejoice, in a gift of this velvety grace _____________________________________________________________________ Happy New Year to You All ! For Francine's Contest
Within ashen sky, glistening falling flakes flow. I hear them, whispering gently to and fro, Not saying a word, they speak gently to me. Telling me of beauty above, I'll never see. Each one a different wonder of life's bliss, Rendering, touching crystal clarity, not to miss, Surrendering glory of nature, with snow, Before my eyes, smothering green, glittering so Lazily lying upon all, silvery frosty covers adrift, Announcing another season, arriving now swift. Now the sound of crunching, an allegory, Kidnaping moment, amidst such glory, Each day continuing, upon nightfall glisten, True sensations, winters blanket disposition. written by Cecil Hickman date written 11-19-12
S ilver strands of clouds are drifting in the sky; I nto night the world slips silently. L ight withdraws its warmth by and by, E bbing out to dark serenity. N ew snow, beneath the moon and stars, falls with grace. T rees, naked once, now glisten, dressed in lace. N o sound is heard; there is no soul in sight. I mmersed in thought, I picture one still night: G ood news was given of a baby boy, H eard by lowly shepherds in radiant light T hat streamed from sky with angels' songs of joy! For Francine Roberts' Holiday Acrostic Challenge Poetry Contest
leaves drift to the ground, red and gold litter the street, as ghouls come out to play, one night a year; All Hallows Eve!
fragrance of Christmas emanating from cedar nostalgic allure
Gathering grey clouds Whip crack of frothing thunder Is this Africa?
Cherry blossoms bloom; the townspeople sing, laugh, dance: hope springs eternal.
snow coconut cushions blanket the land time stands still momentarily silence
Took a walk over to the small park Near my home Sparrows hopping on the ground and squirrels running by Brought some books along with me intending to relax but nature drew me and I watched the sparrow and the squirrel They are alive! I am alive ! A spring day on New York's Lower East Side later on - A Memorial Day banquet Looking forward.....
What is it to see the soil of home again? A welcome, snow-struck and a return To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn. We converse in broken tongues to men We know, hooked on holiday language Comprised of wandering hand signs. Collect the car and pay parking fines, Drive through towns and over a bridge Until we reach the Western gateway. Oh when will we arrive at our house? No camels there, only field mouse Which are eaten by our cat anyway. The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning Through the stretching, pealing sky, A knife through air; what it is to fly. Our travels over; a new day is dawning.
Water licks your feet Far cry from the beating sun Desert sand to sea
. Soft needles shapely Perfection was overlooked Simply adorned_star (The topic is tree)
My sons eyes opened wide, when I pulled on the slide, on the airplanes opening door partition, I had took the time, without being sublime, to explain the Reith Family's Thanksgiving tradition, Maybe he had thought it pure jest, his bulging eyes processed, as his parachute opened, he wore a look of derision, His body had spun, his look registered stunned, like this was some kind of unreasonable decision, It was expected of the youngest born, before Thanksgiving morn, to bring back from the nearest forest, a bird, after a mighty and fierce war, with piles of blood spilled galore, he registered a look, that I mistook, as if my demands were patently absurd, After the last desperate howl, of the game but defeated fowl, he would drag the beast back to where we were living, and as hard as he was able, slam it down on the dinner table, and holler loudly, "To all a Happy Thanksgiving"!
Natures kiss sweet as pure nectar from honey bees With love willows bow. P.S Loving :) Val
Braised by the sparkle of snow on the ground. Drawn by a tapered moon. Chilled by the air you rise to hound then startled by the crumpled tune. Mist floating heavy with sweat on the banks. Damp to the open mouth. Ice crusting over to give it's thanks with winds giving way to the south. Black oily skies in overcast clouds dampening the moonlight to dim. Crescendos of light forming covenant shrouds with joy giving way to a hymn. White crested branches of snow covered trees. Praying for flakes that still fall. Hoping there's still, some in the breeze who'll make it to ground in a squall. Spells in the wind are telling their stories. Hoping you'll feel Christmas Magic. For those who will listen to all their glories, or wouldn't; would that be tragic!
For just one hour, we live as our ancestors did Reading, writing, sharing the Earth by candlelight From our obligations to Mother Nature we hid Our eyes have become blinded, one with the night Nature's bounty has been squandered for too long We strip forests, mines, and drill for oil in pristine sea Should we have expected no punishment for this wrong? Wouldn't you prefer a world where creatures all run free? These cages, prisons, contain endangered species At 8:30 tonight though, Mother Nature is taking charge Locked doors will open, even the one your heart sees Is one hour without light enough time to recharge? Written March 29, 2012 for Nikko's "Beyond Earth Hour" challenge "If you can, please turn off your lights for an hour on Earth Hour 2012 ---March 31 ----8:30pm. Thanks :)" Tip: Wait until hot summers or cold winter to turn on the heat and air. I cut my utility bill in half by "dressing" for the temperatures, rather than use heat or air conditioning. In the summer I turn off the hot water – cool water feels much better on a hot day.
The English weather: Rainclouds follow us from home There is no escape.
Thank you, Ma'am, for the pumpkin. I am not distressed in the least. Though it's not of my preference, It'll suffice for a Halloween feast. Mother Nature could have mixed up her seeds. That could explain why the color is bland. One might think Jack Frost didn't finish his work, Or, Autumn is making a political stand. I am so glad you came with this pumpkin. Come on in Ma'am, and stay for awhile. No, I don't mind it isn't bright orange, Though it isn't the most popular style. Please, have a seat as good company should, And quit the uncertainties filling your mind. Don't doubt my plan for sweet pumpkin pie, As giving me this ugly, white pumpkin was kind.
An azure ocean Displaced by mighty blackness The horizon dies
turquoise waves tumble softly embrace hot white sand... each moment's erased ~*~ 6/23/11
Glistening Silver Glistening silver on water's edge like thousands of diamonds for my hair - Snow covered mountains hide summer flowers of purple, pink and gold while black bear and deer search for left over apples from October's harvest. Ellijay is crisp and cleaned to perfection by nature's wind and cold - The cows hide inside the old, red barn up the hill. Hickory trees barren of fruit, yet a lone woodpecker flits back and forth looking - searching for substance from the thick bark only it can penetrate. My prayer for snow covered mountains has been answered. Seventeen years of Florida sun has scorched my throat and mind. I wanted to see New York snow in North West Georgia - One full Sunday of snow falling for my eyes to fill in the glorious beauty of winter's wonder.
Precipitation: Culminates in a washout Stuffed camels get soaked
The air drips over the lake yet to be thundered awake. Mirages waver. Bare feet on black asphalt quake Keepers on sand tractors rake. That's summer's flavor. Swimsuit wearers all partake of young beauties and beef cake as love is a savior. Dip the babies toes, savor the lake's cool icy laver, hear her giggles rise. See the lover's sink braver and the old ones disfavor soon to end July. Scorched red by Sun's engraver. Father's garden hose wavers. Soon, summer good bye's. August crisps the field's allies. Summer's guests leave compromised. The lifeguard's gone. It's too hot for much but sighs. The town theater's cool as ice, from the heat in drawn. Watch the actor's prance in guise Fall with have it's own surprise, Too soon, summer's gone.
The air is sweet, the sky is clear I know for sure that summer's near Pass my sandals and shades my dear I've joy in my heart and nothing to fear Winter was dark and long and cold Not even the sun could break its cruel mould It rained so hard I'm glad my house could hold But when winter ended, my heart turned to gold I'm searching a good spot, my place in the sun I'm yearning for laughter, compassion and fun To stretch my long legs, see how far I can run To find my soul mate - and say "You're the One" Well I've found a good spot, I'm searching no more I'm laughing and running until I'm sore My heart has mended, its really not raw Now I can say "This is what I've been looking for!"
JACK'S SNOWMAN It took three whole days for Jack to build a snowman; he's as tall and strong THRILLED BY SNOW They are thrilled and scream.. playing in the deep, fresh snow; they cannot their mom PONDERING MYSTERY Heart, take a quick look: isn't winter's glittering snow so mysterious?
At the base of Stone Mountain in early spring, the view is overpowered by the height of the round rock. Gray cold granite exposed rock draws many visitors to view this unusual phenomenon. cold massive hugh stone obstructs view for several miles white narcissus bloom Climbing onto the sky lift, we inch to the top. At the top of Stone Mountain, we can see for miles around. The beauty of spring is exhibited in the different shades of green on the trees' leaves. A sprinkling of white dots the forest as Dogwoods bloom. Haibun form..
The trees have pumpkin-pied themselves they're dipped in butterscotch. The nests of frosted pick-up sticks hide squirrel's stores which plop. Below the bowed apple trees branches black ants and bumble bees delight, bucks with horns return at dawn to feast on sweet red meats bright. The corn mazes full of children small their parents so close at hand The air ..it smells of cider the sweetest in the heartland. And all is as it should be now so fully we've been endowed.
There are green,yellow, red, blue, and tan, orange and white pumpkins Carve into any one of them and you will see they are all the same orange inside But, as of late the new fashion has become the White Pumpkin also known as the Ghost Pumpkin
I watched with awe, as you came ashore, after sailing from far, far away lands, You built your towns, on none were frowns, with sheer grit, determination, faith and bare hands, I figured that one fateful day, where we would play and share our future destiny as friends, For that fateful chance, to laugh and dance, where our mutual goals would depend, I have my ways, and you have yours, on each others strengths we could lend, and we could build, and see fulfilled, a new World Order for all to comprehend: We are so different, in so many ways, I didn't think this day would ever come to be, That in the end, instead of try to befriend ; You would treat me just like a piece of meat Gobble! Gobble!
Sifting warm sand through my fingers lustrous fine grains glitter my palm. Soothed by the soft powdery touch, I sit for a while under the rocks My bare feet swirl patterns in the sand as I idly watch a beach life unfold Bustling mother's set up home on plaid blankets colourful beach bags thick with togs and towels Buckets, spades strewn all around a picnic stored carefully under a shady umbrella, they gather the children skip giddy with glee slapping sunscreen on lithe limbs with index finger warnings of do's and don'ts. My gaze drifts to little pink sisters, their chubby faces alive with imagination as nimble bodies straddle the sand, all wrapped up in mounds of castles studding their dreams with pearly shells and whispering tales of pretty princesses. At the water's edge long legs prancing tip toeing warmth into the chilly sea up to their waists in crested waves dipping and diving, an ocean of laughter as young lads play splashing and yelling a ball in the air they plunge. Picking up my sandals, I walk up the beach under the bridge past crimson valerian It's balmy perfume scenting a delicious day
Packed a picnic for the middle of the night, sandwiches,chocolet stawberrys , liqueur taste just right, Smoke a lil sumthin to make us feel so light, My baby sister here, we can never feel so tight, One candle burning flickering just right, Here with our loves, the moon shines so bight, We walk through the trails, to stretch our legs and feel the air, we get so spooked we run back feeling fear, We laugh out loud to clear the air, Enjoy this time from here to there, Cinco de mayo is outa sight, We love each other all so right.
whimsical winter white crystal flakes of wonder fluffy snow, bright white, leaves the world a blunder. a blanket coats the world, unmarred, pure, sugary flakes, in a whirl assure that winter is here
Honey combs swollen..sticky and sweet Apples candied or chopped for mince meat Raisins dried from my Daddy's grape vine Verily I say.. it's again harvest time.. Eager for Winter and sun shortened days Storehouses busting we bring in the strays Tilling and tending ... the work and the grime Toiling and teamwork.. we receive Harvest time.. Intervals of hours.. of weeks and years Miles of work.. with blood.. sweat and tears.. Every time to a season.. every season for a time ~With our hearts full of gladness.. we celebrate Harvest Time!
Snow covered pines Cold wind blows Lost in Christmas lines Snow covered pines Colors of all kinds Annual holiday shows Snow covered pines Cold wind blows
In the hallowed woods, leaves dance in the air, quiet as the cool wind blows.
Tents of various colours in parade across the sands It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore Just like yesterday, and so many years before Gliding terns and seagulls grace the thermal flow As they anticipate the pickings that present them down below Rock pools gather attraction, a learning call for the young Explained by thoughtful parents, of how we all began Sails of shapes and sizes appear against the blues Boats and ships aplenty in sailing tacking cruise My day now nears it's end, on this wonderful Brighton Beach So many joys surround me, I'm so thankful their in my reach
Dare I dream about a future cottage, Where I live suits me well, The beautiful tall trees and walkways, There is a serene lake nearby, Where you can view ducks and geese swimming past, In the morning you can see the mist rise from the lake, The sounds of nature are everywhere, This is paradise to me for years, To be thus blessed and thankful, Days with nature and the outdoors through the years, What pleasure and delight, at home with God's nature. To return home and sit by the cafe window, Savouring a delicious hot chocolate with cream, My relatives guesting and sharing this paradise on special days, God 's miraculous blessings come true, Thankful appreciation to the Lord our God. Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
her oven opens— bits of fruit color the dough as flour dusts her breasts Poet: Debbie Guzzi
The Constitution of a Aging Veggie Eater I the aged, will do my solemnly best to eat all my green like vegetables and what every doctor Oz says is good for my body and will affirm that in good faith, I give my word that, I will protect my colon and my heart to the best of my ability, to preserve my health and defend my new way of life no matter how young i may feel at the time... P.S. But if a desert comes into view, I will not, do my Hostess best to walk away?! but eat it with the vigor of a young woman, without a waist line! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Oath of office of the President of the United States" "I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States." en.wikipedia.org/.../Oath_of_office_of_the_President_of_the_United_States
Worship dance blared fulfilled the stroke of sunset The beauty of heavenly panoramic captivate the admiration in depth Gratify the devotees whose hunger for the sublimity of art Even breezes kindly offered its cradle as a humbled guests from afar The faint strains of *gamelans seems like combing the roar of waves When the eyes of Gods, exotically closed the day But this heaven never sleep The euphoria of dazzling night replace the fetish as a dreams in reality Diverse nations united in this ocean of excitement Earthiness as the existence of unified Pours relief beyond their deadly deadline This celestial sanctuary was too good to be ruined In the eyes of Gods, again splendors emitted through its beauty Touched the heart of universe gently And be part of the heartbeat in this country Thou, the seekers, you are welcomed within these prosperities Author note: Welcome to Bali *Gamelan = Balinese Gamelan is a traditional musical instrument originally from Bali-Indonesia which is usually used for the traditional ceremonies or events.
a rangoli pattern in a Mumbai courtyard -- oil lamps flicker *Mumbai /m?m'ba?/, also known as Bombay, is the capital city of the Indian state of Maharashtra. **see ABOUT THE POEM
northeasterly wind whips the surf palm tree branches... shore birds catch flight soar
In the mist of the storm__rainbow Mount the rainbow go To the land of rocky clifts__rain Cool, clean water my gain Land of temperatures cool rule For Northern Lights sight drool
wiggling ripples lure a bass to shore~ Daddy whistles
When I land here at noon In the sky a pale moon The heady air still chills The ascetic-like hills. A tribal totem shines With the trophy it holds Wheeling off weakness is The wizardry of wind Deprivation satisfies The want that bothered Conflagration follows The fire in the lamp post I smell a flower from far And urban waste from close I eat a fruit in haste And rest by primal waste. Passion kills one's fatigue In the sylvan threshold Moves past moody mist in Deliberate derision Fading under the glare In an ironical shade Is a losing image A seed, weed and a bird Coming into my haunt Is this chef cum charmer All the rest are cooking Their hot and spicy meals An equation builds up Between blitheness and shyness And searches for some space For its lone stately pose Mumbling good old prayers Munching fruits and what-nots Folks pay ransoms to fool Impossibilities.
laughter fills the air as fireworks burst -- flower petal trails * see about the poem
See how the islands beckon Hear the palm trees' songs Feel the gentle breeze that please Say 'here's where you belong'. Run free on shores of sandy white Chasing waves that race with you Bask in the warm embrace of sunlight Amid the skies of powder blue. Undress your life of useless worry Time has stopped, at least for now Breathe in the view, drink of its beauty Think... well, you deserve it somehow. Rest awhile with Mother Nature Stay with Her on a place near the sea She will relax your mind, for sure And you find it's so wonderful to be free!
Blossoms bright orange, gold and yellow Planted bulbs rebirth anticipation Robin red breast around fifty on the lawn Robin pecking in the fresh turned soil, mellow Credit card ordered more and more for satisfaction Bills pile higher across my desk, collector on the phone Spring is ahead of schedule until the great freeze Spring is ahead of schedule until Easter.....If you please!
summer bliss fades blistering heat swept away the crisp wind unfolds
The Med between us The gusts make me think of you Storms... it's just like home.
Treasured land splendor and glory Pearl of the Orient Seas Soldiers of known most emotional people Loving and hospitable in patriot's blood line The secret of velvet Three Stars and a Sun. Fortified highest kind of water Hallowed island of more than Seven thousand and one hundred seven Proudly her alone no other can hold. Through her God given treasures The Rice Terraces of Banaue Created more than 3000 years ago Formed and sculpted with bare hands My Ifugao ancestors Giver of my calm sound of survival Food for my body and soul The best and will proudly shout my own. The Tubbataha Reef One of the largest virgin reef you'd dive Over diversity of colorful sea creature You'd see the heaven underwater. The majestic Underground River, As a seabirds sanctuary you'd be speechless A UNESCO world heritage site. Palawan's gift to its people. The chocolate hills of glorious Bohol Conical hills of limestone Fragments of earth's unexplained laws Home to the smallest monkey, the Tarsier, The subtle Mayon volcano of Albay Most perfect conic one in the world Proudly my motherlands finest Her glory on the face of beloved earth Bathe your soul with the heaven by the sea My best beach, one of the worlds brightest The Boracay of Panay, best you won't regret A soul's portrait of the skyline and sea. Intellect, wisdom, skills and faith Sun, earth, stars and sky of blue. Falls, lakes, seas, and trenches Bestowed by my loving motherland. Visit and you'll see more the best Treasured land of splendour and glory Of my Three Stars and a Sun. Proudly my Pearl of the Orient Seas.
Snowflakes waltz on cold breezes Remembered dance steps centuries old Changing partners on a whim Caring not whose creation they will trim Father North Wind interjects boldly Guiding the familiar waltzing journey As flake swirls and spin gracefully Always retaining their individuality Jack Frost, his night shift ending Leaps and twirls from place to place Freezing morning dew, now expanding, Preparing for the dance troupe landing Mother Nature, the definitive director Observes diligently each intricate design Ever mindful of their desired destination Knowing each becomes a Christmas decoration Blissfully unaware of the preparations for the show Children awaken to blankets of snow Hastily donning coats, caps, boots and gloves Father Christmas, delighted, smiles down from above Note: I wrote this last winter during the Christmas Season. Hope you enjoy. Merry Christmas !!!
Shades of color bounce within Singing their hues dancing in place Vivid lines colored outside Rules broken with empty space A midnights dream heard and seen Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye Wings touched flown and plucked Gliding like a bird up in the sky Wishes from pennies thrown into tears The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain Drowning from the shadows The flood paints the day Words speak volumes of silence hidden Their sounds blind to what they see Mirrors of nouns and verbs Their meaning and secrets lost at sea Emotions ruled by laws of language Spelled in boxes of glass Melted from sands inside That voices strangle to grasp
small clay lamps line the edge of the rooftop -- sweets melt on my tongue *SEE ABOUT the POEM
A number of tasks to handle, and not even a space left to enjoy, as the work needs to be completed, as fast as it can be done, in spite of the hard work, we do daily, we do need some respite, and these could be done, in a number of ways, by walking, or jogging or by watching television, or by watching films, in the multiplexes, those which lie in every nook and corner of the street, but some derive pleasure, through travelling, others by travelling through the forests, accompanied by a special companion, some large and some small, known as the camera, taking a step at a time, as silently as possible, as to not to wake up the wild living in here, by capturing the photos of these lovely creatures, living in here, some of the these wonderful creatures are seen, roaming as freely as possible in the wild, look how carefree they are, but their ears are opened quite wide, to heed for any danger, heading their way, it's time for me to return home, from the wild, as it is time for me to deliver, these photos to my manager, as this has been my job, for which I do get paid for, to look after my family, I do need to hurry, as I do not travel by four wheelers, or two wheelers, as the pollution created by these, could endanger the wild living in here, I do travel far and wide, with my bicycle, for all the work I do, and I do not mind this, as my love for the wild, exceeds boundaries forever!! From:-Mr. Manu Nair.
As we rose on wings The earth falling below fast On wings of eagle Feeling as higher at last Beauty of Canyon below
Grasp the anguish, of the dank do- Gooder, bursting across The local track. Kids bored silly Outside the school, sneer as She slips past. The brassy broad clings In the wind to her hat, As shoulder straps preclude her sack From sinking, she is an- chored by her leather bag, the last Treasure she can hold fast. Since the rain washed away the mirth Of the carnival day.
Twice in my life, an experience to remember. At the peak of dawn's light, on a morning in December. It's a beautiful thing that came, straight from heaven's gate. A holiday to remember, on the 11th of December. Everyone is excited, as the phone begins to ring. Look outside to see, the snow that is falling. An unexpected holiday, with children out to play. Memories will never fade, of that December day. The snow was steady falling. The wind continued to blow. Children's voices calling, "Come play out in the snow." So, God sent us a miracle straight from heaven's gate. Even I went out to catch some falling snowflakes. People everywhere, outside in the cold. The thing that touched my heart, was footprints in the snow.
Int this starry night Hidden by the moonlight Were true love flowers And true hatred devours As my life flashes My future and past passes I wonder what can I do For Im dead without my shoe Ha Ha I may be old Even I dont know my own age Just another day In my page Tonight is the creepshow And the stinch flows Halloween i say Halloween is the way Be frightened and scared You will not be spared Ghouls and ghost plunder in darkness Werewolves and Vampires are coming out With there scary spout As the zombies rise Here comes Frankenstein With there deathly cries The leeches nibble your blood Can you feel the disgusting Graveyard mud Run all you want We will not give up the hunt Goodnight please let the bed bugs bite
In mystery I awed her quietness while Mother Nature accompanied with a wind song January is her name, eyes bedazzled like the stars that dance in the dark Cheeks shiny and pristine, skin pale transluscent and new just like this year The sun crept behind its veil of white and January said she must go Hard and unimaginable to believe she prompted to stay a lovely thirty one days 31 days of songs, skipping over the frosty crunch of dehydrated land Holding hands as my year proceeds, she lets go In sympathy she promises her return same time as always In reality I let her go and in pain forsake the other months to come But as she gently climbed back out my window she looks back smiles Galliantly like a soldier who has finally returned and with a whip of the wind A gentle whisper she leaves her love in symbolic bumps from head to toe of my body I shudder grabbing closer my coat Her scent I still smell... of sage, rosemary and leftover holly Trinkles of wet cascade down my cheek slightly brushing the edges of my shoulder As I say... See ya soon! my dear old gal January
Shuffling sandstone, infinite shimmering coloured pots, TV remotes lie in tandem with jeans, shiny toy robots Act as magnets to the unwary tourist, conspicuous in Their presence, shorts and cameras, humid hair in knots. Spices of hues in their hundreds to make you salivate, Groaning shack tables of suspicious sunglasses sate Your appetite for purchases, the sun beats down on The market, Medina bursting with life which cannot wait. Eyes flicker over unsuspecting strangers, enticing you To buy, trapped by the lure of a carpet woven new By sweating men grasping, chasing any chance to sell The future. Will you ever use this carved snooker cue?
~*~ ~~**~~ bat flies sees nothing from his nest eagle sees all the groundhog takes bets ~~**~~ ~*~
Do not send me roses roses do not surprise lavish me with sweet hydrangeas their delicate bunches a feast for the eyes Do not send me roses roses have become so cliche lavish me with joyful daisies, azaleas, or fragrant lilac bouquets Do not send me roses God's garden grows many flowers tall sunflowers bursting with seed will brighten my day at any hour Valentines Day has come and gone my love, remember these words I say do not send me roses create a masterpiece for me to display!
sand laden waves pound rich seaweed crusted rocks--- shoals of fish swim deep
SEA TO SHINNING SEA, ...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately, deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas... ...this is so intimate of dreams, dreaming reality, as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore, sparkles, destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes, upon the waters, ...gazing ...seeing tranquility upon the waves... watching to the depth of a dream, and a sun-rise being so true... for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn... Sea to shinning Sea. mb(2011)
Zest is in my heart And bliss is in the air As sanguine clouds have given way To a new dawn so fair Buds are blooming into flowers And nature is burgeoning with joy As the dead autumn has given way To a new spring so joyous
As I opened the door And stepped inside the divine floor A gentle zephyr bore upon my core The tranquil ambience aroused me wishes galore And I felt I've completed my journey to God's manor. There is the aureole addressing the path, the path to the house of worship, even in the dark it is a sign of luminescence Shinning against all irreverance. God made heaven and earth and all the angels and all the extra important angels, called Archangels. The Archangels were God's very special friends and were shinning and strong and powerful They adhered God's message To human races. From the essence of humanity I feel mankind is comprehensive They are gifted with a communal harmony And from the essence of spiritual luminance Divinity is never classified And the idol we worship is in the core of mankind. Today when I see the unity within I feel to be a part of them They don't have any caste as such Neither have they belonged to any religions Christians, Hindus and Muslims Together they are Goans. Thence I hold my breath Along the serene western sky To the sandy coastal line There to blend with the ocean rage And legless gamy sight. Live shells, fresh air and sunrise at the horizon, a lazy day and a walk to remember. I gave up everything just to feel am the only admirer Along the coast I rove alone, and I see am being followed, but not by humans but by the species I never acquainted before Seeking for your morning lust, I call upon a peaceful realm, I decided to hold your hand, and thence I committed to feel the warmth. Before I leave, let us rock on the sandy beach, let us blend with the folk culture and together we will grab the trance music and dance, the moments we will collect may bring us back to here.
carpet of hot coals ancient villagers chanting healers pound kava
broken flip flop rests outside sandy castle walls perhaps, the clouds break
I would like to see, Snow, frozen H2O this year. It hardly does here.
Fearless flames licking the night as the glow flickers fire in their eyes ah the tales round campfires light of Sasquatch shadows and cougars demise When sleepily those embers to ash burn down like marshmallows slipping to the ground lanterns cast their final shadows In exchange for adventures awaiting tomorrow A final gaze at a zillion stars shinning their sign of specked hope for a soul to know peace is only so far as blackened woods against constellations cloak As I lay me down to sleep not a care in the world can persuade me to take for granted my humble retreat safely bunked with my horses by the creek Sunshine flashes her brilliant stare like diamond wings playfully fluttering over morning rivers greeted with prayer while wee ones still in tents lay slumbering Until the hunger fails to quit resisting whiffs of luscious scent hash-browns and bacon crisp... with flapjacks bearing the final lament Here they come sleepy and wistful cocoa for the kido's hair in a muddle and coffee for the men now donning stubble the ones bearing tissue and the O'l faithful shovel The slightest breeze sweet smell of earth shooting, hiking, splitting wood traditions passed down again to preserve laughter in a still frame subtly procured Camping is the life, simple yet rich meadows of wildflowers by the lake kayak drifts near wild lavender I pick with a wave saying thanks to the boaters wake :-( Of all the trips money can buy exotic lands, places to fly... there's no place better to spend a summer then camping where the wonder comes uncovered
An old tree at night Casts interesting shadows From the light of the full moon The night holds darkness Where tree holds the vampire bats That feast on fearful people Russell Sivey
dazzling, dancing lights of peace and love, from neighbors will the city bloom?
The birds of the shore sing away After the rain last eve The sky overcast blends with the beach And stillness matches the sea The breeze and humidity wait For the sun's shiny face To warm the sand and stir the sea But this day I embrace Written Thursday, June 06, 2013 At the island
(for Tyler) The grass is whisperin' the leaves are singin' the sun smilin' in the sky, is that too perfect a picture? oh yeah, 'cause you, me and nothin' else are perfect, screw perfection! let's all take hands in a circle 'round, the Solstice fire awaits our dance. The snow's beguilin' the wind seducin' the moon shimmerin' above, is that too perfect a picture? oh yeah, 'cause you, me and nothin' else are perfect, screw perfection! let's all take hands in a circle 'round, the Solstice fire awaits our dance. Spring's acomin' new life alurkin; the smell of earth alive, is that too perfect a picture? hell, no - you, me and everyone else! let's all hold hands in a circle 'round, the Solstice fire awaits our dance, let's all hold hands in a circle 'round, the Solstice fire awaits, awaits our dance
Salty spray upon the glass from the stormy sea The wind blows this way and that leaving its view obscuring salty residue Written around 5:30 on Friday before packing to come home..
Twilight embraced the peaceful valley, While the crisp bite of fresh fallin' snow, Clung cloyingly to our hands and cheeks, Quietly christening us with its wintry show. A romantic ballet of Nature's Grace, Played out before our wondrous eyes, As shimmering snowflakes and gusts of wind, Danced; wheeling and spinning across the starlit skies. 'Come join us!', they called, lost in their ballet of grace, As they spun and weaved, before melting in our hair, Laughing, we caught the wild merrymakers on our tongues, Tasting the music and dance that lingered in the cold air. Our warm breath, frosted the air as hand and hand we walked on, The brush of sweet snow still caressed our lips and tongue, We passionately kissed, while snowflakes danced 'round our heads, singing, 'Happy Valentines Day!', to all that joined in their song! ©Jane Richer 11/02/2012
What i love About Christmas time Is a leggy bird And a vintage wine With succulent breasts And a figure so tanned When i wash my hands She'll soon be manned She's the type of bird Who leaves me well fed With a glass of wine I'm ready for bed But this little bird Can sure last longer For she double serves And my hungry heart grows fonder At my table she sits In anticipation As my hands delight She has my admiration This delicious bird on Christmas Day Is natures Turkey, a delight I'll say And just before we sit down to eat We are incredibly thank full, for such a treat My entry for Donna Golden's contest " Turkey Tribute " http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-2.php
Scorched as a desert eagle, trying to get to a cool river to wash and soothe his dry feathers, I shout to the sizzling Nature, " Let sun rays turn into snowflakes! " I must place the green mistletoe on my door, hang silver bells on it and make them ring when guests come in with heavy coats draped with snow as their breaths steam... oh, summer turn into winter! Shivering as a boy who has built a tall snowman, I rush into a home where delights are many: presents stacked up under a freshly-cut Christmas Tree as lights make me dream of that Holy Night in Bethlehem... when baby Jesus lay asleep and angels surrounded Him! Christmas is many months away, and wouldn't Santa cheer up everyone tonight... as he comes down from the snowy sky and crashes on his fat belly? Everyone thinks that I am going insane by wishing Christmas in summer by constantly yelling, " Let sun rays turn into snowflakes! "
Blue carpet waves, White foam gyrates. Cool breeze blowing, Beaming sun growing. Low flying crows, Fishing nets throws, Slumbering dog packs, Dry nets on wooden racks. Lone fisherman rows, Sea gulls numbers grows, Around water dripping nets, Pelagic fish they ferret. Silver silky waves, Low flying eagles braves, Sand shacks longboats, Orange buoys afloat. Sun rays warm up, Need black coffee cup It is 8 am this morn, Can I be here at morrow's dawn? The allure of a lure is alluring Poetry Contest
A red, orange, brown fuss in autumn once more as fog comes upon us Halloween ghouls to the door The trees turning yellows rains tumult and pour thunder bellows, winds blow cold with a roar and puddles they widen until they're almost a lake then out we need go for the leaves we must rake So we dig out our gloves and we wrap round our scarfs Then we shop for our loves, friends and then some other halves For Christmas approaches but fireworks come first as Guy Fawkes encroaches kids pennies do thirst Then it's time for the lights as the children do sing And Santa's nearly in sight while the church bells do ring Then Jesus Christ's birth we will try to remember the meaning of 'worth' on 25th of December.
The Surf BREAKS HIGH RESTLESS Angry VIOLENT WHITECAPS People still comb for shells Around the bend Then back again
The campfire warmly glows by a creek that gently flows I sit and think Wondering what the moon knows and why that cratered smile grows when a star winks Night's guests then wisely impose Loons request wolves to compose suites without ink There will be no tent tonight A bed roll is my delight Simplicity And pleasant dreams will take flight freed of ceilings far too tight Captivity A daily routine bleached white Modern living and its might Disunity But here in this wilderness where dusk itself seems to bless the weary mind Mutely to God I confess a hundred sins, more or less this heart unkind I hear His voice whisper yes Summer's breeze leaves a caress My soul unwinds
four jets streak blue sky directional opposites.. three pelicans soar
Easter morning breaks with a glorious sunrise a promised new day thank you, Lord, for your promise Easter lilies sway in praise sunlight reaches down lifting my eyes to Heaven a promised new day God's light shines upon my face wiping every tear dry the dawn of Easter happiness of heart and soul a promised new day On the third day, He's risen light shines on an empty tomb
A blizzard hit my city after a calm Christmas Day... cars stuck in snow, wind lashing; I abandoned mine following tire tracks.
Sitting here on this cold day Wishing the cold would go away Feeling happy and having fun But from this cold I want to run When will it stop, when will it end Because the cold is not my friend Leave I say and away from my sight Let me have just on peaceful night
Looking out my window when the air is cold and brisk I see the sun is shining and my heart is filled with bliss Knowing that in this beauty nothing can go amiss The snow is new and glistneng in it's white and untouched glory Waiting for children to come and play, making their own happy story As I watch new snow falls and there is magic in the air I feel the elation of everyone that is there Creating a snow man with spagetii for hair Soon they'll come inside, cold and dripping wet The children, they are all as happy as they can get I await their smiling faces inside by the fire With hot chocolate and listening to Cristmas songs sung by a chior Jacque Graham 11/1/11
A light with bite that wounds the eye is breaker borne. Ashore, this bright morning burns black holes into the retina: sun spots that dot the dunes. My vision sweeps, south to north, a stretch of beach. Each wave, which breaks then smooths to ripples, retreating leaves its flotsam: spume-laden seaweed and shells the sun will bleach to blinding white in hours. A swimmer bodysurfs to water's edge. I sip my tonic, sponge my brow, and, through tinted glass, confront the terrace crowd of others, cowed, like me, by youth, by sun, by sand and sea.
A is for apple her favourite food. N is for nelly fortado her favourite singer. G is for green her favourite colour. E is for easter her favourite holiday. L is for lilly her favourite flower.
fields of bold daffodil bells ring in the Chinese New Year wealth and prosperity spread from wild, yellow blooms bright bells of distinction sway a sweet fragrance on the breeze tell of flowers bringing gold a gift to behold By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders HM in Brian Strand's 8 max/ any form, any theme contest
pellets icy clear christmas songs sung in good cheer…. soon this is last year
Mouse sat in the pumpkin patch and shed a weary tear.. How she had hoped and prayed for pumpkin pie this year.. Farmer John had left her none the pumpkins were all gone.. Packed into big boxes shipped to parts unknown.. Mother mouse headed home her belly gave growl.. Suddenly she turned and ran for she thought was cat's meow.. She ran into a jagged hole it almost appeared an eye Suddenly she saw the truth and knew she'd have a pie.. Pockets filled she hurried home to bake a pastry shell.. Feasting on pumpkin pie before Hallowed darkness fell...
A damp musk fills the salty air as gray dawn rises over the star field of night. Unseen, crows hawk the glitter of light upon the dunes of day, calling out to man and feathered friend alike to rise from within the bejeweled shades of emerald and turquoise. The scruff pines prickle an expansive horizon, lifting from the dark onyx of night scenting the still air. Stalwart oaks finger the nubile rays of gold morning edges their crenulated leaves breezes lift limbs with a rustle liken to the scratch of crinoline. Topaz acorns cascade from the crowns of oaks, homage to the placid play of summer's end at the beach at last.
I am part of the land the granite and limestone that contain relics of man's beginnings. I stand on the mountain looking over the water, pure in its shades of blue as it reaches into the caverns along the coast. The land rises to unknown heights daring man to conquer it, to live on it. The remnants of fortresses align the coast standing guard against unknown forces. From the Greeks and Romans I draw my blood continuing the ways, the languages, as I observe the Europeans with their yachts using my land as a playground.
One day I visited the park with my family. We ate some PBJs and various other sandwiches. I decided to walk off with my journal to study the various hues of leaves. Trees of gold, scarlet, and bright titian surround me. There, through the mosaic of colour, I see a special tree. A chestnut tree. Tall, majestic, and surrounded by dozens of burgundy buck eyes. A beautiful display, indeed. I retrieved one of the nuts, examining it. Waves and bands of rich auburn and enticing garnet. A spot of creamy alabaster. Chestnuts, the most beautiful nut I have yet seen. I collect 25, because I just love to look, At those beautiful chestnuts.
my bright cork plopped into knee deep ice water~ tented ~ she slumbers
Winters enchantment glows from a moonlit night. The beauty is beyond the glance of first light. However, the chill may take over with a brisk bite. Quickly the passion grows magnificently bright. Darkness consumed by its luminosity so right. Sprinkled and adorning the limbs hidden plight. As the moon passes over, in its floating flight, Shadows begin and end, traveling ever so slight. The visions of wonder a glorious forever sight, Millions of crystals collected ardently white. A winter's night mounting beyond a new height, The new fallen snow will share a grand delight.
Summer is all gone it means that fall is now right here And this is just nice. Leaves from trees just change Yellow golden browns reds all shades In the air leaves float In fall all things change Different sounds and nice smells 'round Thanksgiving we greet Great food on display Family get together to Celebrate this day In Halloween folks Wear disguises of all type, some Scary, some are fun I love Halloween Night full of fun and play some tricks And kids want some treats So go treat or trick Enjoy night and beware of ghouls Vampires ghosts and witches Fall's a great season The weather gets colder and crisp Fall is beautiful! Dorisn Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 10.5.14
The ocean's waves steadily ebb and flow, constant moisture source. A source of corrosion and rust to all metal resources. A home by the ocean's beauty with charm, relaxation. Then I saw the rust everywhere_ Minus dandelion By the sea storing treasures up, where moth and rust corrupt. Is this where I truly want to be? No, soul's praises erupt. Sponsor: Brian Strand Contest:XII any form/theme Matt.6:19 Poulter's Measure
Since a child barely eight, I watched puffy snowflakes with dreamy eyes, seeing myself so merry... making a snowman taller than I; his nose had to be brighter than a cherry, and his blue eyes deeper than any sea... then lying back, I rested in delight: to admire my creation and sigh! Snow on a quiet night of December, every worry and fear I surrender... to lose myself awaiting for deeper silence: when a star will appear to announce to the hopeless world a birth of glorious joy... will it be greeted by all as that shepherd boy? Everybody was asleep, the wood-burning fireplace crackled as someone walking dredged a long path with fast footsteps...it was daddy shivering as a cat, holding in his frozen hands a box gleaming as glass; I looked closer it had a red bow that brightly glowed... and running I screamed, " Merry Christmas, dad! " Snow on a quite night of December, make me dream of those wintry night already past... when my soft face was sprinkled with snowflakes so thick, and melting they tasted like the water of a river! Snow on a quiet December night, take no rest... keep on falling and creating a wonderland filled with mirth! Entered in Gail Angel Boyle's contest, " Winter's Blanket " Written by Andrew Crisci
I Can See The Fighter Jets Preying On Their Enemy, I Can Feel The Golden Dust On My Bare Feet, I Can See The Rockets Red Glare Lighting Up The Sky, I Can Feel The Last Ounce Of Warmth Of The Furnace, I Can See The Stillness Of The Crystal On The Horizon, I Can Feel The Last Breaths Before The Old Man Turns The Lights Out.
Dandy daffodils delight Dainty Dames dining Complimenting the crispy crossiants Making their meal magnificent
- Ready Rain, rain, go away, We are tired of the gray... Slippery asphalt. - Expectant The grass is growing, Dandelions in the breeze... School is almost out. - Impatient We live for these days, This most spectacular place... Languid dreams floating. - Hopeful Indian summers, Down the road in September... Global warming sucks. ...(Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall)
Trinbago massive A lady in America asking me To tell her something bout Trinidad She planning a vacation soon And want to go there real bad She wants to hear everything About the culture and the foods Steel pan and calypso And the people attitudes So I thinking where to start from She might have me talking all day Because trying to describe Trinidad There are so many things to say We have a lot of beautiful beaches Miss universe and miss world And in Olympics 100 meters Hasley Crawford wins the gold We are the smallest nations To reach the finals in a world cup And we going back again soon To beat the other teams on top We had the sugar factory In usine ste Madeleine But it not there no more Because of Patrick manning We famous for we bake and shark Doubles, roti and red solo And the most beautiful girls in the world You will find in Trinidad and Tobago And we have a lot of saga boys They write the book on women So when you go down there Prepare to hear some sweet talk from them And when it comes to work Ten o clock you walking out the gate Because you don't have to worry In Trinidad you are never late And when is carnival day Is the best costume to be seen? And by the next morning The whole place already clean And if you go to the beach They have beers and food in their van And every one calling you for some That is a true Trinidadian And you must go on Corinth junction Naz cuisine is the best in south After you taste their food It's all you will be talking bout We known for the botanical garden And bird watching in Caroni And must see the bat caves On the island of gasparee The scarlet ibis and humming bird The Pitch Lake and cocrico And in devils wood yard We have a small volcano From Port of Spain to San Fernando It's a land of beauty From san francique all up to taco We have so much of history Lord Kitchener and David rudder Crazy and the mighty sparrow Gypsy, baron and Denyse Plummer Lord Nelson, Maestro, and the shadow Ravi b and his sister nisha Sundar popo, the hit man and rikki jai Rasika, ramrajie, Kamela & Destiny Anand yankarran and drupatee ramgoonie These are some of our heroes Some are here and some have past But they all represents Trinidad With dignity and real class So she told me to keep on talking I said lady must work to live Just go down to Trinidad and Tobago And enjoy your self because trinbago massive
Lovely Cardinal, Sitting on mail box in snow. Brilliant red feathers aglow. Sings winters solstice In time for Merry Christmas. Sun is far from equator. Giving solitude For the first day of winter, December the twenty first!
The White Mare the incoming tide made an island out of the sand bank where I sat, king for a day, made a crown of coarse grass but since I only ruled over a few crabs, who bit my finger when I shook their claws, I renounced my crown and swam ashore. Sanitation workers, in blue overalls and logo, heckled me since I was not like them and they made fun of my crown. On an incoming wave a white mare came, bareback I mounted and gently the horse trotted amongst the awestruck workers
- Summer Daze Warm sun is shining, Salt air cleanses my senses… Counting grains of sand. - The Coming Fresh breeze on my face, Rushing waves breaking over… Non-descript foot prints. - Uneasy Perspective Restless is my soul, Birds flying to field's inland… Storm shutters are closed. - Awakening Hazy dreams surface, Renewal of faith begins… Take out the garbage. ...(Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring)
dancing butterflies drink their fill of rich nectar beribboned maids dance
Eleven days before Christmas, as we were singing, " A Child Is Born"... fluffy snowflakes came down and they were as big as white popcorn. Surprised mom yelled, " Run to the window, they are more beautiful than snow flowers and daises... " Go, catch some into your warm hands and dream of Bethlehem's stars!" Astonished as those shepherds watching their sheep under the starriest sky, we saw pretty snowflakes not a wondrous star followed by the three Magi. They kept on falling and floating like dry leaves on a December's cold evening... when carols were played on a church organ that was taller than any ceiling. Merrier than angels announcing Christ's birth, we stared at His bright stable... and what we felt was the humbleness of a King whose love was so ample. Once again, we ran back to the snow-dusted window and looked into the quite sky, among the gleaming snowflakes: a golden child appeared asking for a happy lullaby. Entered in Francine Robert's contest, " A Winter Couplet " My theme: First Snowfall
puffy clouds stroll by above the bubbling brook~ ants gather to feast
Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung, Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads; No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - create time to get together; go fly a kite, or sit and chill, make daisy chains. Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days. In meadows baby lambs take their first steps; whilst mad March hare hops and plays with baby bunnies dotting the green fields of the countryside. A season where everything wants to bloom, time to trim those lawns and weed again; and all just in time before spring rains will once more aid those thirsty flowers and bulbs as they grow. For it is now that gorgeous butterflies flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand; pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks - crack open their Easter eggs, just in time to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.
you can tell by the bells went come out the well theyer on there way its not fanta its santa drinking his beer AND HIS SANTA RING DEERS
I am not making any of this up. It is a real and recognized 'holiday' all around the world if not in your hometown just yet. It was reported on in the USA Today newspaper just this morning. What's this world coming to I read it just today They're promoting naked gardening On the 14th day of May It started back in 05 But has spread around the world It's all about the great outdoors And doing it unfurled It celebrates the weeding Planting flowers in the buff And trimming more than hedges As if that's not enough It's soaking up the sunshine Big doses of vitamin D And trimming trees and bushes For everyone to see It's best to warn your neighbors Or to work behind a fence It's not for the faint-hearted But for those with confidence But take it slow and steady Don't get in a big rush Be sure to use some sunscreen Or your cheeks will surely blush If you're handling a tool Be careful of its edge If your neighbor also gardens Don't linger near her hedge Beware of poison ivy Watch out for poison oak Be careful what you pull on Be careful what you poke Come on – join the movement The sun will do you good You can beautify your own yard Or your whole neighborhood So now you know the story I've laid the gauntlet down It started in Seattle You can bring it to your town And all your friends and neighbors Will stop – and then who knows Maybe they will join you (Be wary then of those!)
Dark and cold as dawn sets in And the grass is moist by the dew So serene and blessed How morning suddenly grew. The sky lightens Ready to greet the sun The plants eagerly await To soak in the heat as one. Noon awakes, knowing its job Is to warm the world No wonder the sun is a god Just hear the stream purl. Soon the day turns to dusk And the leaves continue to fall The animals find their way home As the sun sends its last call. Darkness overshadows the light And all that is visible are lit pumpkins Until the sky welcomes the moon More is seen when the shine begins. Now nothing can take this away That day and that night The start of autumn A mesmerizing sight.
In the world of man and isle, Lies the skies for miles and miles Hills and meadows, Plateaus and plains Makes It a beautiful lane, The sun and the moon- Like the bride groom, The rainbow high up in its Sparkling colors blooming above, The ocean beneath with water in it, Makes its beauty unique. The seasons which comes in a circle, makes the nature sparkle, Starts the year with a winter, Somewhere cold which is bold, Somewhere snow which is told, But goes away the winter with the spring and summer, Nature comes out with sparkling blue, Looks as if laughing after a long sorrow, The daylight makes it glitter, The moonlight makes it jitter Watch it in day and it will give you a fragrance, Watch it at night and it will give you a tolerance.
dark water restrains coconut tree reflections I dream of pizza
Day lilies assorted and bright With flox flowers purple and white Crisscrossed expanses of soft green lawn Thus was my first April day born Palm branches the worshippers brought Lining staircases and streets As they ought; Red Cardinals, Florida grass, hydrangeas, lavender Scenting the air, aurelia and ferns; violas and shrubs Daisies yellow and deep purple hues Flowers abounding through maiden grass white Doves and holy wells, seekers of light. Steeples and places, Seats of gold – Vestries in ancient wood Respected of old Stained glass windows Altars and naves – Bright with daffodils Poppies and haze From fine water sprinklers Fronting white towered cathedrals Or plain wooden benches and Methodist places Scurrying Baptists, hiding the faces With cloths and white linens Of embroidered laces Peonies pink, And look there fellow – Lenten roses in mixes, White, green and yellow. Tennis courts and fancy fountains Ornamental grasses And pampas white These colors, and flowers and other signs say: "It's the beginning of Holy Week Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord It's Him whom we seek."`
Magnificent lights adorn the biggest Christmas Tree in the world, It glows with Indian colours and flair, Passers-by stop and stare, Surrounded by ritzy shops and blocks of ice, Skaters showing their expert talents with all their might, A Diwali Tree sure to ascertain International revelrie, brightens up New York City, It brings glee to all around, Its exuberance overflows and astounds, A beautiful tree that will bring moments of the Holidays to everyone that sees it, Whether rich, poor, happy or sad, such a spectacular sight makes everything seem alright.
I So Need Help Finding a tree Deepest forest green One could visually see All needles in place. Perfect display plea. Yearning for, the perfect T R E E
fog licks the cedars with a lover's tongue and a mobile of geese hangs over the mountains you play air-guitar homage to a decade long gone as your son sleeps against my shoulder heart of the artist eye of the beholder a millennium is poised in the balance as fireworks mock austere and distant stars we twine cold fingers in frosted darkness while one tear for past and future times slides to oblivion eye of the artist heart of the beholder
When winter comes And the first snowflakes fall Who is the first one in my thoughts? Who is the first person I call When winter comes And there is a fresh fall of snow Who makes snow angels with you? Is it that you're the best angel maker I know? When winter comes And there's fresh snow on the ground Who builds the snowman with you? Is it that you make the best snowmen around? When winter comes And we spend all of our time together Have you ever wondered why? Do you think that I just like the snowy weather? When winter comes There is a reason why every winter I call you It's the same reason I've had since we were seven I've wanted to tell you but have been to scared to When winter comes The reason I pull off your wet gloves? And the reason I gently warm your cold hands? Is that you're the one I love
driftwood drawn words~ sandy slate washed clean under waves of the sea.
Whitecaps roll across the lake born of winter's deadly wake, huddled snow geese land amass, praying for the night to pass. As morning breaks they all take flight en masse, they are a stunning sight. Pray for them, that they may find security in warmer climes. Let them dodge the hunter's bow, shotgun shells explode below, they who love and mate for life, keep them from the butcher's knife. Like flocks of angels, pure and chaste, snow white feathers of God's grace, messengers of peace and love, a gift of beauty from above. By the window, safe and warm, protected from the winter storm, I thank God for this angelic sight, given on this Christmas night.
Some people want snow on the ground, ice skating, and colorful lights, blustering winds blowing all around and cold holiday nights; I have a different idea of perfection I want a different celebration Beautiful holiday beach bonfires 85 degrees in December, palm trees instead of evergreens holidays outside with the family; swimming til all hours of the night a pool party is what I crave, spending some time in a jacuzzi what fun that would be! No more heavy Holiday Dinners I want smoothies and warm weather give me a place with no winter and the beach warm in December
When the Blithe sky Becomes Dark faster than I could rise When the Life of the Trees Falls away--the Wind takes them where he wants them The Remnants Singed by Strife of the averageman In Its Depths the Cold will come, faster than I did The Sanguine Moon tells its TimeFor the farmer-to work again-to carry again Atmospheric Silence fills the old Daylight's dark I Remember the Days of Yore, when the Sun's Grace used to shine When Green Dominated all--yet fell for brown Its Time For a Tender trip.
O'er on the Prairie Meadow postures my quietus Bed & Breakfast Inn Where there is no granduer pasture and the tones of travelers leer weary until they consider and decide to come in. Welcome take refuge;we're fixed cozy & cheery an invitation for repose & long overdue rest for the many eyes that oft weigh so bleary we safekeep and are considered the very best! McCuen Copyright October 2008
The holiday bells are ringing Peaceful Smiles and Joyful Bringing All is right this Holiday season For tis will be the year of giving Whiteness falls making the mood Makes all in the spirit of giving Love and rejoice For all we see is Whiteness
Water rushes, sweeps. Tide enfolds as ground moves round. Feet engulfed. Swallowed.
In the middle of an overwarm December, A single yellow rose blooms from withered leaf and thorn. Its beauty radiates from petals brushed with Heaven's gold; And I am reminded of a star guiding three wisemen to a savior born.
Sitting in the morning just waking up on my side of the world today I turn on the news see if anyone has anything good to say Stock markets falling and another landslide while the politicians try to deny Global warming and more killer storms and another thousand people die and the advertiser says I'd be happy if I bought bigger car you know I've got my sails out...and I'm waiting for the winds to blow I got my sails out...and I'm waiting for the winds to blow. Sometimes I think the world's gone mad and I can't stand to hear the pain One place burning in holy fire and another in a deluge of rain Sometimes I think that hatred and war is the only way we know how to be And I want to sail away,..in a world made for you and me Sometimes I wonder at the pace of it all, where's everybody trying to go I got my sails out...and I'm waiting for the winds to blow. I got my sails out...and I'm waiting for the winds to blow. Why can't we see the beauty of it all in the sun rising every day Life holding on to the sides of mountains and the waters rushing into the bay Why can't we live as if nothing on earth mattered more that the love that we bring I want to sail away,.. and become part of everything Why can't we care just a little bit more, maybe let a little kindness show I got my sails out...and I'm waiting for the winds to blow. I got my sails out...and I'm waiting for the winds to blow.
This should be the happiest day for lovers, when they are drawn to each other and their voices fall to whispers with soft music playing... in a room filled with roses and scented candles burning. My gaze falls on you, o darling of my intense desires, please, put on the sexiest nightgown and explore my fantasy; and what I confide in you is a true definition of what I see... I am romantic by nature, unraveling all my surprises. This should be the happiest day for lovers, for the ones who deserve to be remembered and loved; and to suppress happiness and laughter and expect no flowers... is an acceptable sign of unworthiness, of a regret foolishly sustained. Refuge in my sensational embrace, sheltering your grace, and this warmth can inflame you with unimaginable passion; while a surge of sensuality will arise with irrepressible elation.... my anxious arms will seek yours as you abandon yourself to my kiss. This should be the happiest days for lovers, slowly dancing under dimmed lights, reading thoughts before they are spoken...without falling to silence; responding to caress that lead to intimate moments. Be adventurous, experimental and irresistable; give into those feelings that rule the flow of emotions, have a notion of how you could be the most beautiful... as Venus who madly attracted those young, handsome gods. Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
How heat of sultry summer's eve consumes me. Feisty bloody crimson glow ignites a flaming skyline; dusk radiant decorates the golden amber melt. Performance interrupted only by whistling voice. Westward night cloud drifts, a gentle floaty dream. A melody of feathered choirs gather - fatigued; vanishing into the moonlight to slumber. Delightful promise of attractive sunrise.
Yuletide log's crackle the fire as garland of holly duly inspire flaming spirit encircled in thorns winter solstice,a baby was born Reminder of peace and tranquility harmony amongst all humanity once a year the dropping of guards poor behavior temporarily discard Quiet serene scene of falling snow untouched in the distance mounds will grow Virgin's quilt of warmth to earth while nature sleeps awaiting new birth Springtime flowers only months away in the mean time,smile and savor these days fore summer and fall will be upon us again as we rush in the madness,and forget our true friend This inner feeling,of sharing the love as we're stuck in the crowds that begin to shove it's that time of year,it only happens once except,year after year,month's upon month's.... .....this time of year....should be our everyday.....
We swam exotic tide, beneath waterfall froth a tumbling of turquoise-white. A dizzy scented solace creating chilled cascade, carrying shimmering waters. Liquid paradise swirls around us, twinkling, bubbling and reflecting our passionate embrace. Exquisite freedom releasing tense moments, bringing uninterrupted lovers bliss.
These days belong to snow and cold. The leaden heart and ashen skies Conspire with the dark That steals the hours daily Settles us into an unquiet peace. Showing sense, Creatures burrow down into their dens And slip into their deathlike sleeps. If we could, we'd follow them, Down into our inner deeps To dream away the darkness 'Til the first new leaf awakens, unfolding To greet the first green day again. But this is not our way, And so we walk, half conscious, Treading lightly as we can; Our Mother resting now, This is the time to wait The time to watch over her, To stand sentinel beside her Consort, That wildeyed one who fills the shadows And burns in the blackness between the stars That shine like ice in silent, absolute Command. When the Christians hold their Candlemas We'll light our tapers too. Within ourselves and across the lands The light will spread As the neverending game of Life and Death, Of Love and Loss, Is taken up again. The Wheel rolls on, My Brethren, my Loves - Even in the silent dark. Whisper to one another the words you'll wish you'd said, later One to another through the sleeping silence 'Til Imbolq comes, my Brethren, 'Til Imbolq comes, my Loves.
Gentle, delicate, They dance silent, on my face. You don't know snowflakes.
Love speaks of hazy lochs, stealing dreams languishing your smile. Mistaken silhouette vanishes, dissolves into dusky cloak. Apparitional insanity attractive, everything consumed – soulful - a heavenly trance. Our gentle embrace ignites as we touch and amber flame cruelly bakes us, as hint of monster disappears, un traced
Tides wash over painted toes. Rum rains down; Reptiles sun. Ocean waves; Oracles with desired lies. Palm treed Paradise with insects. Islands with beautiful barefooted influences Careless days and nights; secret caves and coves. Abundant atmosphere; fruited alcohol attractions. Lovers under the lagoon's night sky. ~~~~ Leafy layers of Tropical Life.
I make you now a gesture With love for you, a token I give to you a single rose With whispered words now spoken I love you, darling, please now know As this rose then serves to say I wish to give the entire world As my love is on display Please take this to your bosom, Place it gently, keep it still For love I give is fragile darling But yet, it's iron willed On days when you don't see me As thoughts then come to mind The love I have for you my dear Is the rose, set to remind
Little tree don't weep today, your limbs so tiny, and frail, but stronger, and stronger, with each passing snow, as nature watches you grow. You're just a treeling, in the forest of life, waiting for another season. One day you'll be the one, a family calls their own, decorated in lights of color, adding beauty to that home. Dry your little branches little one, and drink from the nourishing soil, time will get you ready, for that special girl or boy.
Buttemere to Ulla pike,our walk more ramble than hike.Up and down,rain or snow,two teenage daughters in tow.Haystacks,Loweswater overlooking the lake,now locked in memory's keepsake.Up Skiddaw and Wythrop beck,much much longer than our usual trek.Through the wood onto Dodds crag,both the girls now starting o flag.Down the slope to Underseer stopping to buy a small souvenir.Out on the fell with spongy moss,Wainwright in hand as the paths cross-cross.Along the beck in a tree lined walk,watching the antics of a hovering hawk.Deer grazing 'neath woodland trees,Cartmel to Keswick,just the place to take one's ease.lunch-time picnics on grassy banks,vacations now recalled with much thanks.


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Well it's hardly rocket science, is it? We all bloody love Instagram and its – admittedly quite lame actually – retro filters and for some reason the world of GIFs never fails to make us LOL, so marry the two together and you're onto a winner, which is essentially what new app GifStory is all about.
GifStory allows users to cut together short clips of video and then add a filter to the finished product. So it's essentially just the same as Instagram, but you're tweaking video instead of a still image. You can then pimp it out to as many social networks as you please and share with the rest of the GifStory community too.
There are some examples above we found on TechCrunch, but no, we're not sure why they're so "porny" either…
We're undecided about whether GifStory is a brilliant idea that'll have us all hooked or just far too much work. We get it, you only have to record something for essentially SECONDS, but we're all so used to instantaneous photos of our cats/hats/bats/mats that it might just be too much of an ask to have us thinking about moving images when there's so much other stuff going on in the world. Let us know what you think in the comments below.
You won't be able to get hold of GifStory for another month or so, but you can sign up to be put on a waiting list on the app's landing page.
[Via Fast Company]
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A horizontal organizational structure does work best in a business with more of a creative purpose, like an advertising agency, like the article mentions, or a news organization.
More so than in any other businesses with managerial hierarchies, these teams rely on the contributions of each individual member to produce a product. In fact, the managers often have less to do with putting out a quality finished product than the regular workers, so to speak.
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Post written by Zen Family Habits contributor Baker. Follow him on Twitter.
Toys aren't evil. But we've gotten out of hand lately.
Starting at a young age we are bombarded with bright colors, blinking lights, talking monkeys, and television programs with non-stop singing and laughter.
We just don't have a couple of these things. We have all of them.
Look, toys have amazing potential. They help kids channel curiosity, develop imagination, and hone motor skills. They demonstrate principles of ownership and sharing. As we grow, exploring computers and technology builds skills that we can leverage as adults.
The thing is, we can achieve these benefits with far less.
Minimalist Milligan
Milligan is our first child. You know how this story goes. In addition to our own craziness, our parents, family, and friends made sure that she had enough rattles, whistles, clothes, books, and music machines to entertain an army.
Do you know what Milligan enjoyed the most? The empty boxes the toys came in. Her love of the toy lasted 5-10 minutes. But give her a couple different sized boxes and you could watch her go for hours.
Not only did she not need the overwhelm of stuff, she didn't even want it. Rather, she's now perfectly content with:
- Her Blue Puppy
- A couple books (Wooly Lamb, mostly)
- Spatulas or a wooden spoon
- Whatever mommy and daddy are playing with, and
- Just a few other things
In the past Milligan would completely disregard a large portion of her toys. With fewer options, she's began to develop a deeper connection and thus a deeper mastery of them.
She's banged around a wooden spoon enough to realize that it makes different sounds on the kitchen table, the carpet, or the couch. She's noticed how the same plastic ball rolls differently across the title in the bathroom, then in does through the grass outside.
This seems much more intimate and meaningful than a light up piano that plays 80′s pop songs when you press the right buttons. Sure, she's young. But I'm not convinced much of this changes as we age.
The 'development' excuse
It seems every product targeted at infants or toddlers has the same message:
"This product has been designed by a team of experts, armed with ground-breaking neuro-technology. The rhythm of the lights and the cadence of the beeps have been optimized to maximize your child's growth and development."
Ugh. Am I the only one overwhelmed by these messages?
These products may be fantastic, but are they really any more scientific than discovering how a slinky works? As parents, we need to make sure we are the ones consciously deciding what's best for the growth of our children.
I'm all for supporting Milligan's development, but I'd much rather take advice and toy suggestions from my grandmother, than from your highly compensated team of experts.
Simple, time-tested toys
Legacy toys are legacy toys for a reason.
- Hula Hoops
- Play Doh
- Lego Sets
- Bicycles
- Simple Sports (a football, mitt, skates, etc…)
I don't know about you, but I had every video game system imaginable when I was growing up. Atari, Nintendo, Sega, Dreamcast, Playstation, Xbox. Every year it seemed like we upgraded systems.
But almost none of my childhood memories stem from these machines. I had a lot of fun, but the impact soon faded. I remember building Legos with my brother, riding bikes down our street, building forts in the woods, throwing the football with my dad, or reading books with my mom.
It was these sorts of regular moments that shaped who I am today. Not the hours I spent playing Deion Sander's Prime Time Football.
Get started today!
Round up the family and explain that you'll be doing a new family project. Each member, including yourself, is going to be donating half their 'toys' to charity!
If your kids are old enough, have them bring out all their stuff into one place. Help them create one big list. Encourage them to tally up what they have and circle the half they'd most like to keep. Drive with them to donate the toys to needy kids or organize a garage sale and let them participate in the process.
Make it fun. Make it memorable.
Ultimately you may find that you learn more from this process than your children.


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So one of my favorite Blogs, Screaming Whispers, has started a trend that I am going to steal from her! (Thanks for the stealing idea Allie!!)
What would you like to know about me?
Ask me anything and I will answer. You can ask me privately if you wish. You can email me your question (firstname.lastname@example.com) and I will answer it and give you a nickname! lol
Any question, nothing is off limits! (Nikki I can't wait to see what you come up with!)
I'm very excited to see what everyone has to ask!
lol Eva I think you should have a post with everyone who has copied this idea from you listed!
Monday, January 25, 2010
What would you like to know?
4 comments:
- Nikki said...
Do you prefer boxers or briefs? And do thongs come into the picture at all? For him of course, lol.
What is an embarrassing story about you that everytime you hear it, you want to crawl into a hole and hide?? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
If you could be selfish for one day, what would you do? - January 25, 2010 at 10:33 AM
- Anonymous said...
Thanks so much for the great post. I've been searching for blogs like this now for 30 minutes and i finall found one
that's worthwhile. I'm really into video games, do you have any information on the new Call of Duty? I know this
is off topic, but I thought I'd ask. Thanks...oh also, I have some video game writings if you want to check them
out. Here are a few of them
Magic The Gathering Tournament
Magic The Gathering Ravnica
Play Video Games - January 25, 2010 at 1:18 PM
- Eva said...
I think I may put a link to all you guys in a post. I'm so glad everyone enjoyed it.
Question... Hmm....
First: if you could change one decision you've made in your life, would you? Even if it could change everything?
Also: would you rather be alone or lonely? Do you think there is a difference?
Can't wait for the answers! - January 25, 2010 at 1:19 PM
- Allie said...
hehe this was such a great idea, I'm glad we're both doing it.
1) what is your favorite British word?
2) when (if ever) is it ok to lie? - January 25, 2010 at 4:17 PM


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Gary Mason crowned winner of the 2009 Mirror.co.uk Cup
Quay Garage rider Gary Mason completed a superb weekend of racing for the team at the Croft BSB round by lifting the Mirror.co.uk Championship Cup with two rounds to spare.
The popular rider from Litchfield was in title winning mood from the off, qualifiying in sixth position putting him on the second row of the starting grid, ahead of a whole raft of factory riders.
Race one saw the Cup Championship leader secure an excellent start and although he battled with brake fade, Mason crossed the line in 8th place overall ahead of Julien DaCosta and Graeme Gowland.
Mason lined up on the grid for race two with an air of confidence needing to secure a margin of only 6.5 points to take the Mirror.co.uk Cup Championship for the second time in Quay Garage Racing's five year history. Mason launched the Quay Garage Honda from the line to take 5th place overall into turn 1 and from the opening lap he rode the wheels off his mount to maintain the margin required to take the 2009 Mirror.co.uk championship.
Mason was clearly delighted. "That was an awesome race. The bike felt good and we remedied the brake fade problem encountered in race 1. I would like to send sincere thanks to Ian and the Quay Garage team for helping me win this championship in such a decisive manner. I would also like to thank all our sponsors, Old Moors Cider, Q8 Oils, A&C Recruitment, Mitchells and Nolan Oils for their support without which we wouldn't have even been in a position to start the 2009 season."
Ian Woollacott, team principal, added that he was "...absolutely over the moon to have clinched the team's second victory in the Cup Championship. Gary has ridden a superb season, consistently finishing at the sharp end and more importantly bringing the bikes home without any real battle damage. It has been a tough year scraping together the funds to attend each round; to win the Cup gives us an immense sense of achievement. My thanks go out to the team, our sponsors and especially Gary Mason for his commitment throughout. Our business now is 2010 and finding the much needed sponsorship to purchase two new machines and put together the infrastructure necessary to mount an assault on the main BSB Championship."
From all at Mirror.co.uk - Congratulations Gary.
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Non-free plugins for GStreamer
GStreamer is a multimedia framework used by many media players including rhythmbox, banshee, totem, listen, exaile and others. Due to legal issues support for various non-free formats , including mp3 files, aren't included with GStreamer by default. You can add support for mp3 and other formats by installing an add-on package from the third party repository rpmfusion.org below.
Applicable to Fedora Versions
- Fedora 10+
Doing the Work
- Install GStreamer plugins:
yum install gstreamer-plugins-bad gstreamer-plugins-ugly gstreamer-ffmpeg
How to test
Play a media file in a restricted format in a GStreamer powered player, for example a mp3 file.More Information
Some of these are packaged for Fedora.
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Marry - Bagel
Kill - English Muffin
Louis and I got into a debate today concerning which bread options are best for breakfast sandwiches. This MFK is my chance to see which one of us is crazy. Obviously the bagel gets married. I fully expect 100% marriage on the bagel; the bagel is THE default breakfast sandwich holder. It's perfection. Fucking the croissant because of the intangibles it brings to the (breakfast) table. Will you get flaky crumbs everywhere? Yes. Could your hands get greasy? Yes. Could it break apart in a bacon, egg, & cheese disaster? Yes. But at least the croissant is packing some unique taste qualities. What unique qualities does an English muffin have? None. Nooks and crannies taste like nothing. The English Muffin is a good look on the side with strawberry jam or something, but it's dry as fuck. You ever bite into a English muffin Wawa Sizzli after waking up hung over? It's like a dry sandwich on dust bread. Killed.
Vive la Croissant!
PS – Did I purposefully pick a gross English Muffin picture to skew the results? Maybe.