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Create this striking accent table in a snap with home decor paints. Display photos, jars and other collectibles on this chic and easy-to-make end table. In just four steps, you'll have a piece to show off to family, friends and other guests.
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Athletic training is a health care profession, practiced by athletic trainers who collaborate with physicians to optimize activity and participation of patients and clients. Athletic training includes the prevention, diagnosis, and intervention of emergency, acute, and chronic medical conditions involving impairment, functional limitations, and disabilities. To become an athletic trainer one must earn a degree in Athletic Training from a college or university with an education program accredited by the Commission on Accreditation of Athletic Training Education (CAATE), and pass the national Board of Certification exam. The UWM ATEP received initial accreditation in 2003, and is currently in active status with the CAATE. The program will undergo re-accreditation review in 2017-2018.
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Pokemon: the Reunion of 8: Platinum! Ch.9A/N: Espeon804 here for another great chapter! After being out of school for two weeks, I'm back as of January 6! (That was when I started typing. School hardly gives me a chance to do this stuff.) Sorry that I haven't updated since break, but my parents don't allow us to use their computer so I have to rely on school technology.Pokemon: the Reunion of 8: Platinum! Ch.9 by Espeon804
Anyway, I read some rumors about Pokemon the series: XY. They say that in episode 59 (I think) Ash and Serena are going to have their first date. I don't believe it. It's Serena going crazy for Ash. She'll be put in the friend zone like the others. But If it does happen, my guess is that the series is done for, or the U.S. might skip that episode. The series is already so very odd already. I'm sticking with all the episodes of Diamond and Pearl and under. But I'll still watch the new ones. I'm still collecting the cards, and I'm hoping that I can get my own 3DS so that I can play Pokemon OmegaRuby or AlphaSapphire one day! I played my friend's Emerald once so
Pokemon: The Reunion of 8 Platinum: Ch. 8VERY IMPORTANT A/N: Espeon804 here with another great chapter of Pokemon Reunion! You know, yesterday on the 8th of December, I was bored so I looked this story up. When I typed the r of reunion, the title popped up. For a second, I thought my story got popular until I saw the results. Some other person has a story with the same title, and I was like: oh shoot. I hope they don't hit me with copyright, because I didn't even know that the title was already taken...Pokemon: The Reunion of 8 Platinum: Ch. 8 by Espeon804
But then again, mine has the word platinum added into it.
So here's the plan.
I'll change the title of the story a bit. It'll still have the word reunion but instead, I'll be called; Pokemon: the Reunion of 8: Platinum! From the original Pokemon Reunion: Platinum!
If you read chapter 6, then you know why there's an 8 in there.
Anyway, Lalinda is one of the main characters now, but more will be added. Not all in Platinum, but some in future series. This is season 1 of the typed series. My handwritten one I started long ago in 7
Pokemon the Reunion of 8: Platinum ch.6Hello there people! Finally, after 2 freakin' years of doing NOTHING to these stories, a plot finally came to me. My handwritten series is waaaaay beyond the typed one here. In fact, this is season 1, and I've written 14 seasons, from Sinnoh, to Johto, to Kanto, and now Unova. Since I played X version, Kalos is next in line for the handwritten version. I have written the handwritten version of Platinum when I was only 12 years old. (I'm 15 now.) So there will be changes on what goes on and such. I started typing this when I was about to turn 13 so yeah...Pokemon the Reunion of 8: Platinum ch.6 by Espeon804
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Pokémon Platinum ch.6!
Galactic willpower, and the true past.
Later that day… I was getting ready in the Pokémon center. I never thought it would come to me, but this thought keeps… haunting me… why was… I brought here? Sure, I just begun my journey, but what happened to me in the past, I never thought I would end up in this world. The
Pokemon: the Reunion of 8: Platinum Ch. 7!A/N: Espeon804 here for another great chapter! Yes, I have gone back to my childhood indeed. The Pokemon world... With a twist! In other worlds, from the description, you can tell that it's more serious, and they'll be a little nuzlocke moments. You got some crazy bad guys chasing after a girl from a whole other planet. Sure, in the t.v series with Ash, Earth is the pkmn world, but not here. Oh no my friend. It's a whole other story. That was just the test.Pokemon: the Reunion of 8: Platinum Ch. 7! by Espeon804
So anyway, this series will be based from my most favorite game in the world. (I miss gen.4 that's my childhood...My friend lost my Platinum version. I just hope they are still in stock... All I have left from gen.4 is SoulSilver and Ranger: Guardian signs. Another friend lost my Mystery Dungeon: EOS...) but this story is not meant for 9-year-olds.
Oh, and about the Pokedex entries. I know a lot of them by heart. So it won't be exactly word-to-word, more like, my own description.
So... Let the next chapter begin!
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Son of Paleface
Son of Paleface | |
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Directed by | Frank Tashlin |
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Based on | Title by Author |
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Music by | Lyn Murray |
Cinematography | Harry J. Wild |
Edited by | Eda Warren |
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Distributed by | Paramount Pictures |
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Country | United States |
Language | English |
Box office | $3.4 million (USA)[1] |
Son of Paleface is a 1952 Western comedy film directed by Frank Tashlin and starring Bob Hope, Jane Russell, and Roy Rogers. The film is a sequel to The Paleface (1948). Written by Tashlin, Joseph Quillan, and Robert L. Welch, the film is about a man who returns home to claim his father's gold, which is nowhere to be found. Son of Paleface was released in the United States by Paramount Pictures on July 14, 1952.
Peter "Junior" Potter (Hope) has graduated from Harvard and now heads west to the town of Sawbuck Pass to claim his Daddy's fortune. Driving into town in a jalopy and wearing a comical plaid suit, he splashes mud all over a crowd of townspeople. He also discovers to his horror that practically everyone in town claims to be owed a debt, and that his father's treasure chest is empty.
Junior stalls the townfolk for as long as he can, continually making allusions to his wealth. He makes the acquaintance of a singing cowboy named Roy (Rogers) and a sexy saloon performer with the masculine name of Mike (Russell), who has to fend off Junior's persistent advances. A grizzled local character also befriends Junior and continues offering him advice, eventually finding the hiding place of his father's hidden fortune. Meanwhile, a mysterious masked bandit known only as "The Torch" has been leading midnight raids.
What the wise-cracking, clueless Junior doesn't know is that the object of his affections, Mike, is in fact The Torch, and that Roy is a government agent with a Smith & Wesson Model 320 Revolving Rifle hidden in his guitar case, bent on capturing her.
- Bob Hope as Peter "Junior" Potter Jr.
- Jane Russell as Mike "The Torch" Delroy
- Roy Rogers as Roy Barton
- Trigger as Trigger, Roy Barton's Horse
- Bill Williams as Kirk
- Lloyd Corrigan as Doc Lovejoy
- Paul E. Burns as Ebenezer Hawkins
- Douglass Dumbrille as Sheriff McIntyre
- Harry von Zell as Mr. Stoner, the banker
- Iron Eyes Cody as Chief Yellow Cloud
- William 'Wee Willie' Davis as Blacksmith
- Charles Cooley as Charley
- Sylvia Lewis as Saloon Dancer
- Jean Willes as Penelope
Cecil B DeMille had a cameo role as a photographer in the film
The first choice Bob Hope wanted for the female lead was Maureen O'Hara but she turned the film down.[2]
The film was the third most popular movie at the British box office in 1952.[3]
- ^ "Top Box-Office Hits of 1952", Variety, January 7, 1953.
- ^ http://www.users.qwest.net/~aknot/chathighlights.htm
- ^ "COMEDIAN TOPS FILM POLL.". The Sunday Herald (Sydney, NSW : 1949 - 1953) (Sydney, NSW: National Library of Australia). 28 December 1952. p. 4. Retrieved 9 July 2012.
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We grabbed a drink in here on our last visit to Charleston because we saw they had some TVs and we wanted to catch a game. It has a nice pub atmosphere with wood paneling, large... read more
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We grabbed a drink in here on our last visit to Charleston because we saw they had some TVs and we wanted to catch a game. It has a nice pub atmosphere with wood paneling, large booths, and a big bar. The bartender and waiter were very nice and attentive. The beer selection was good but they had an outstanding... More
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If you are looking for a fun place to hang out, The Brick is it!! It is located on Bay Street in the heart of Charleston. It has 1 pool table and a few dart boards. It also hosts live bands. Check it out!!
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Great bar for a beer, cocktail, and live music! FUN and lively crowd and the staff was cool as well!
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Not a bad stop. Had coupons for some drinks so we stopped in. decent atmosphere except our looked like there was some family event going on? Not sure what the story was but either way there was kids (I mean 7, 8, 9 year old kids) in the bar till someone after 10pm, not what I wanted to deal with.... More
Thank you for coming into The Brick. I get your point on the kids. Normally, there isn't any kids in the bar but we do get the occasionaly family for lunch and dinner. And the bands usually start at 10:30 but will try get set up early. Anyway, thank you again for your buisness and we hope you stop by... More
My husband was on a quest for the perect bar an driving me crazy. I took one look inside The Brick and with my ex-bartender spidey sense knew we had to go in. The owner was actually there with the off duty staff having a great time. The bartender, who was actually the owners girlfriend, was great. At closing they... More
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This was the worst place I have ever spent money. It was such a terrible experience that I created an account here to tell the world. If you like rude bartenders who are offensive go to the Brick. I personally will never go back and see to it that none of my friends, family or employees do either. I hope... More
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I was in Charleston for three days, and I think that I was here each of those three days. This is a definite spot for hanging out with friends and meeting new people. It was slow in the beginning part of the week, but by Thursday it was getting crowded (this is a college town). The drink prices were just... More
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Brick is the worst bar in Charleston... and that's saying a lot! The bartenders are the most surly bunch of people I have encountered in one of the most alcoholic cities in the country (see US News & World Reports), and make their best effort to kick everyone out as soon as possible, which is before the bar even officially... More
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yes i hate games with sudden death where players aimlessly move the pieces to hope to other player loses on time.
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Anyone who wants chess.com to be a good place to find chess opponents should care. If other sites allow you to set parameters that will yield new games in seconds where chess.com doesn't then they will go elsewhere. The problem will just get worse as more people go to the sites that quickly offer the games people want to play.
I'm not sure what lazieness has to do with anything. Its more a matter of valuing time.
But really I am not sure if chess.com offers these options and I simply don't see how to access them.
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This is a non-issue. You should be able to press the little accept button.
How do you know which games you want to accept when your on a tablet?
Also people who might want to play games within my range are stuck guessing at what time controls I might agree to, because they can't give ranges only exact offers.
We don't have the option to auto accept challenges. However you can use the "new game" tab to send out seeks with the parameters that you choose. Those seeks will then be automatically accepted.
Ok but you can only give very specific requests right? The parameters can't be a range of time controls, they must be an exact number of minutes for the base time and an exact number of seconds for the increment. Is that correct?
Correct. You cant put a seek out saying "all games from 1 - 10 minutes in length".
hello im charles, the last 3 games i have forwrded my pawn to the end of the board...when i go to exchange my pawn for another peace...the game wont let me do it ??? why ?? i have suffered losses from this...whats going on ???
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Additional Physical Format: | Online version: MacCarthy, Desmond, 1877-1952. Leslie Stephen. Cambridge [Eng.] University Press, 1937 (OCoLC)580673328 |
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Neurally adjusted ventilatory assist increases respiratory variability and complexity in acute respiratory failure. | |
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BACKGROUND: Neurally adjusted ventilatory assist (NAVA) is a partial ventilatory support mode where positive pressure is provided in relation to diaphragmatic electrical activity (EAdi). Central inspiratory activity is normally not monotonous, but it demonstrates short-term variability and complexity. The authors reasoned that NAVA should produce a more "natural" or variable breathing pattern than other modes. This study compared respiratory variability and complexity during pressure support ventilation (PSV) and NAVA. METHODS: Flow and EAdi were recorded during routine PSV (tidal volume approximately 6-8 ml/kg) and four NAVA levels (1-4 cm H2O/microVEAdi) in 12 intubated patients. Breath-by-breath variability of flow and EAdi-related variables was quantified by the coefficient of variation (CV) and autocorrelation analysis. Complexity of flow and EAdi was described using noise titration, largest Lyapunov exponent, Kolmogorov-Sinai entropy, and three-dimensional phase portraits. RESULTS: Switching from PSV to NAVA increased the CV and decreased the autocorrelation for most flow-related variables in a dose-dependent manner (P < 0.05, partial eta for the CV of mean inspiratory flow 0.642). The changes were less marked for EAdi. A positive noise limit was consistently found for flow and EAdi. Largest Lyapunov exponent and Kolmogorov-Sinai entropy for flow were greater during NAVA than PSV and increased with NAVA level (P < 0.05, partial eta 0.334 and 0.312, respectively). Largest Lyapunov exponent and Kolmogorov-Sinai entropy for EAdi were not influenced by ventilator mode. CONCLUSIONS: Compared with PSV, NAVA increases the breathing pattern variability and complexity of flow, whereas the complexity of EAdi is unchanged. Whether this improves clinical outcomes remains to be determined. |
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Zeitoun, Mark (2005) Conflict and water in Palestine: the consequences of armed conflict on drinking-water systems in Jenin, West Bank. In: Khatib, I., Assaf, K., Claeys, D. and Al Haj Daoud, A., (eds.) Water Values and Rights. Proceedings of the International Conference on Water Values and Rights held in Ramallah, Palestine, 2-4 May 2005. Palestine Academy Press, Ramallah, Palestine, pp. 808-856. ISBN 9950340004
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Of course on this night we are supposed to be asleep so Santa could come, but we hadn't been home from Midnight Mass very long, and the invigorating cold was not conducive to sleep. Even the hot chocolate did not do much to help sedate the excitement. We were hoping for sleds that year. The snow was perfect for sledding especially like we did it. We tied out sleds on behind the car or pick up and were pulled through the hills. We got our sleds. My dad and my uncle made them for us. No television and only in the late years were we allowed to use the radio. Batteries were to expensive for frivolous use. We spent many hours playing cards or games. I took time out and went to high school and college and got my teaching certificate. My aunt taught there only one year after the Federal Government turned the schools over to the local government. The last time I was back there the out buildings had been moved and Indian families were living in them. The school was dirty and unkept. Now the school is gone. The ancestors who once walked these dusty plains are gone. The Indians who were there when I was a child are gone. They are Ghosts. Ghosts whose faces can be seen in the clouds. Ghosts who still chop wood on those sub zero nights. And the drums we heard in the middle of the nights are still beating. They beat as strongly as the heart beats in a healthy body. The laughter of the children still echoes under the bridge. The life blood of a culture, of a nation grows thin. The Battle of Wounded Knee was the last battle to be fought between the white man and the Indian on the northern plains. It's cries still echo across the land. My foot prints in the creek did not last any longer than those they left in the dust. But in my memories, this mile and a half by three quarter mile haven still lives. And will live forever as a piece of unrecorded history.
Sitting alone again, wondering if you're okay. being alone, i remembered how i wanted you to stay. looking for something I can hold on to. It's the pillow that reminds me of you. Every time the clock ticks, I would always find a way to entertain myself & hoping i can do some magic tricks. before i close my eyes & go to sleep, every night , i hope, i can be w/ you for just a glimpse. every time it rains, i would always go outside, but i guess no one would like to hold my hand & be by my side I touched my face & i was already crying under the rain. will there be someone willing to cast away all this pain? until now, no one would risk,to wipe off these tears. The shadow of my past, well those are my fears. i always want to hide myself from this world's madness. I often feel that I'm inside a bubble or in a dark sanctuary, where there is sadness. I hope there will be a wishing star that will pass by. I'll make another wish,to find the guy who cant make me cry. i sat at the corner of my room, and in my hand, was a ring, a question that even i cant answer, "will i forever be waiting like an Angel w/ a broken Wing"?
Bathed by the ocean blue There came a thought… And it was solely of you. How you'd dance across the night sky With palms and the waves, waving good bye With hopes and lights All lost and wandering the night Not at all lost… But not at all found I've wandered these towns… I've wandered these thoughts, Where has the time gone by? No longer you dance… No longer you play… Just sit there in the sand By the oceans nice bay Dream with me tonight Dream with me of all the things we once would do Come back to life… Just once… Dance with me one last time Beside the oceans blue Come back to life… Give me one last memory of you
Peering out my bedroom window, alarm clock's beeping time away. although the hour's ticking on time has stopped; forever gone... a burning torch has lit the sky field mice toil through cedar pine a parrot tidies up her nest hatchlings clamor at her breast. In my mind, I've drifted off to places where "old" time can't go. I daydream here and stay a spell however long, I could not tell... enshrouded in a cloud of dust, streetlamps warm sand flies. rain clouds slip behind the moon. tree frogs croak in tune. I can't remember where I went or how long I'd been gone. but here, I'll linger knowing I'm just fond of wasting time...
She held onto Saturday, with hands calloused and nails bitten down to the quick...her eyes saw sunlight and denied it's presence while she rocked, back and forth, back and forth, to the ticking of a dishonest... clock. He told her, in words that cut the air as they fell from a razor sharp tongue, that she still played the part of the victim, her little girl costumes uncomfortably small, and she refused to hang herself up, for she had memorized the part and her voice knew nothing else. Her lips parted, still stained with kisses and dripping with the acidic burn of yesterday's stale tears, and she whispered the truth about choices as she unknowingly lied to herself again. He handed her the script with a brush to her cheek, and she shook her head as life tumbled viciously around her face, her peripheral vision capturing sight of years long past, and she informed him that she couldn't read it, she told him she was scared. He took her hand and taught her how to smile with the slight tickle of fingers that danced across a lifeline that posessed trails she was ignoring, he showed her how to not walk backwards and the appearance of Sunday if she didn't trip. She discovered the moment she was stuck and moved herself beyond the sunset, misty skies so old that colors had faded and maybe yesterday wasn't as pretty as she thought, maybe Sunday didn't lie, and she came to an understanding as she straightened and tossed her sight to the windows that glimmered with afternoon light... that glistened with the reflection of twenty years past the weekend and the eyes of a woman that had seen the formation of a smile on Monday.
Upon a beach I came to stand And watched a child at play. He did while playing in the sand A point of life convey. With scoops and buckets he did build A structure tall and grand. And to the child the beach did yield A castle made of sand. But as he left, I do recall, Away I did not turn. And with the coming night would fall A lesson to be learned. The tide came in, with force did strike, The castle could not stand. And I was shown how life is like A castle made of sand. And man is but a child at play, His works they will not last. For all he builds within days Shall be by time surpassed. Each thing we do, Each thing we say, Each notion we conceive, They all to soon shall pass away, Yes, this I do believe. We leave no mark, we leave no trace That shall forever stand Be sure my friend time will erase Our days however grand.
1 I stood by your graveside this cold winters day. A heart broken with sorrow that won't go away. I called out your name and shed many a tear. And hoped in my heart that you would appear. 2 God took you from us that fine sunny morning. Our lives now shattered without any warning. Your work here on earth has finished this year. Your books and teachings you spread far and near. 3 It was a pleasure to know you for sixty odd years. And when my time comes I will have no fears. You will be waiting to greet me as oft times before. When I call to your house and knock on the door. 4 Each night when I lay my head down to sleep. I will ask the lord your soul to keep. And if you find any time away from your books. Look kindly on me as I walk in those woods.
Mr. & Mrs. America have you ever been bonded down by your own self made shackle's, and could not, no matter how hard you tried. You couldn't find your way out, and your so called friend's will give advice, and that lead to your mouth with a bad "taste". "The mind is a terrible thing to Waste". Some of the most provocative stories ever written came about while one was incarsarated and time was all there was to influence the mind, not to go empty. "A mind is a terrible thing to waste", yet still in my mouth there's a bad taste. In this jail do- ing time, stuck with these shackle's and it's blowing my mind. All at the same time, my mind since not to haste and my benevolent curiousity is what strengthen the process of the incon- sistence of time. "The mind is a terrible thing to Waste". One need to Understand the basic substance of life. Faith-which results from the evidence of hope and the transquility of things not seen, and that transquility is what replace the taste in your mouth and in your waste. "The mind is a terrible thing to Waste". Mr. & Mrs. America, and all abroad, what shall you do(?) when the shackle's are gone, and so are the dark places of your travel. In the new (you) the creator of life-yes him who created these blemishes that rattles our cities and forsakes the mind. He's so philosophically- omnipo-tent himself, that he and only him can resuscitate's the problems of time and the understanding the "greator of him that's in me". You Mr. & Mrs. people's of all issues of the chase of life. {Understand} "The mind is a terrible thing to Waste".
I yearn for when my troubles were as frost flowers; when the intermittent wresting of my inner strings was natural , a part of growing up, and when, from tender stem , there emerged feelings of confliction that whirled into a strange collage-puberty's design. But whether my ordeals then were unique, like the latticework of snowflakes, or as simple as a raindrop on my pane, each one, wing footed, eventually melted from my mind. Later came the common plagues: marital discord, effects of growing old and other irritations, weeds I plucked and dandelion fluff I blew away. These I could abide. But other winters passing now have brought trials which are as a thorny web. In unexpected times of drought, from seemingly nowhere. . . they sprout. Star Thistles (over which I've no control) come time and time again to prick my soul. Unlike the fleeting flowers of frondescent youth (whose memory retains for me some beauty), these thistles of infliction are both ugly and unyielding. Surrounding me are melancholy notes, and though the melody is rallentando, I think this dirge may never have an end. For Catie Lindsey's "Dark Prose" Contest
God created hands for building things. Sometimes before you build something, you must first destroy something else. Wildfires are never supposed to be put out. Their sole purpose is to burn the entire forest to the ground, transform living things to fertilizer, making room and preparing the soil for new growth. It is almost paradoxical, that there must be death before birth My hands have stared the grim reaper's reflection inside the pool of my best friends blood. An old student I used to tutor told me that I am the best brother she could have asked for She said she will always love me This was after I burned every bridge that traversed the gaps between us Stared at her from across her desk Told her that she will never be my sister. That our bloodlines will never match. Our gene pools are just strangers that made the same wrong turn. I spent so much time trying to find my way back that I never realized I was home in being lost I found something comfortable, without expectations. I only corrected myself after she spoke, because I heard something familiar in her voice. She sounded like family. I have the scarred and wrinkled hands of a senior citizen I'm only 22 years old I once got my palm read This gypsy woman told me that my lifeline should have been cut short when I hit 17. That was a year ago. What do gypsies know anyway I have defied the odds my entire life. Been broke down and built back up too many times to count My fingernails chewed raw to the cuticle out of anxiety I enjoy the taste of my own pain Sometimes I use my own hands to destroy myself just to see who my real friends are who will build me back up when I can't do it alone My hands have a desire to learn how to cook, but I'm not that great. So when I am alone, I tend to be hungry, not just for food though. I starve for someone to talk to It never satiates, because it's not you. I know what it tastes like to completely give myself to someone. My biggest fear is being abandoned. When I look into your eyes, I am not afraid. I need to cook you up a feast of myself, then feed it to you every day for the rest of our lives Please tell me what I really taste like, Be honest. Years after my grandfather passed away, my grandmother moved into my aunt's house. Since I was 5, every time I speak to her she asks me: "Spenser, did you thank God for waking you up today?" I think to myself, I never did tell my eyes to open themselves. It just happened. So I don't know how to respond to her correctly. I tell her that I love her, that I am writing a lot. She tells me that she puts her hands together for me every night Prays that I will get the job I want I guess some prayers do get answered. Sometimes two hands in the right position, matched with a conversation with God, Can change things. I even accidentally call that place home sometimes. My dream is that my hands evolve into wolves, become part of a pack and work together with other hands to make a difference Some days they will be the alpha male. Full of confidence, at the head of the pack Other days I need someone to show me the right way to go Because if I've learned anything It's that I am not always right I can not always be in control of everything The only thing I have ever really wanted is to know That my hands were truly A part of something.
This image of me, now so many years later each year looking, I've found some imperfections Mirror-mirror, why should I ask - my time won't last, peering into you, gray now, not young only faultiness, Years passing, why my image in my mirror should have creaked by, each year looking will my image fade in front of my Looking glass I did Love being strong, young, only gray I see So now seeing time as if it stood still each time, touching this image onto my glass of memories past wrongs, rights, scars, life time stories untold all mine My life has found it's way full circle to gray, at last Things I see now in my looking glass, are all part past, present, future, why I'm handsome graceful, I see each year in me, as if with class so I will leave my mark, "love" too touch someone
My dad is a brick mason and so were my 2 grandfathers so it's easy to say I would know a thing or two about laying brick. It has surely come in handy a few times in my life and each time I've had to use that knowledge; I have become smarter, quicker, more experienced. With each job, the joints look more clean, the foundation more sturdy, are larger than the last, more effective, rising higher and higher. I have found that some jobs were unnecessary and the walls would need to be torn down. But as I get more under my belt, those walls are harder to tear down. The last wall to come down started slowly, very tedious work, back-breaking, brow sweating….many man hours went into what eventually resulted in a massive wall to come crashing down… covering everything around it in a cloud of dust. It was a most victorious day and well worth the hard labor. The land was cleared of debris and life began to flourish where the wall once stood. But I've been out of work for a while, no need for any walls to be built….until now. I thought my mason days would be over and I could hang up my trowel….retire from this laborious job that has took such a toll on me over the years. But now a wall is needed and it is time to dust of the tools handed down to me from a father to his daughter….trowel, level, jointer, and brush. This project is my biggest yet and will require much attention to details to ensure that it will withstand just about any force of nature. That it will stand rigid, unbreakable, firm. I dread the hours that this will require, the aches and pains my body will endure for this enormous wall….a wall that no one will be able to rappel over, with numerous defensives, so high and well-built that it will intimidate anyone who dares to think twice about seeing what's on the other side….a wall long enough to encase a small city so that those who rest inside will sleep peaceful at night with no worries of invasion. As I gather my tools together, I realize I had forgotten how heavy those mortar mix bags were. Funny…you usually never forget that or the effort that goes into mixing mortar. But I had forgotten. I start going over the blueprints, going over the knowledge that has been passed down to me and what I have acquired by experience….building my confidence up for that task that lays before me. It's time..yes I believe I'm ready to start my footer. As my shovel strikes the dirt…I wonder if this is the beginning or the end of my career as a brick mason's daughter.
Now that time is getting shorter for the arrival of my new home it has put quite a stress on Shirlee and Fred. They have had to do rearranging out at their place in order to accommodate my permanent cabin, besides working their full time jobs. Friday Shirlee was off and there were some fittings on the skelgas tank that had to be replaced before it could be put to use. (Now my days on the Nebraska and South Dakota plains I seem to remember our source of heat was called skelgas even though it was actually propane. Well that was a day ago I think) We also had errands pertaining to the mobile home so I went out and picked her up and we went from there. Actually she has just started working 4 days a week, ten hours a hours a day with Friday's off so we usually have this day together anyway. I started the day with a light breakfast (so we could eat in town) and loaded the things I needed to take along and pulled out of the driveway. As I reached the end of our street and was gazing into the sun waiting for the cross traffic to pass I was startled by a sight in the distance. Probably a quarter mile ahead of me was a lake and as a large truck passed by on the interstate I was shocked to see... The Loch Ness Monster slowly working his way horizontal with the lake shore. Totally stunned I was then confused as to which road I should take out to Shirlee's. Finally I decided I would take the interstate. As I passed under the interstate to reach my turn off I breathed a sigh of relief as the monster turned out to be a tractor with double appendages raised in the air and a cab with a rounded top. I started laughing so hard I almost missed the turn off and had barely gained control as I reached the house. After greeting the dogs I proceeded to do a little chore as Shirlee went outside to do some of her chores. When she returned I was all but rolling on the floor reliving the earlier scene. I had shared it with the dog while she was out. After urging I finally told her of the incident. Eye brows raised she said, " I wondered for a minute as I didn't realize they were land animals too." With that we departed for town.
I had heard this song by an obscure artist, with a twist as it played verses of 'Somewhere over the rainbow, with 'What a wonderful' world entwined. It's simply melody strummed on a ukalele mesmerized me as I listened on the radio in the car. I remember saying to my wife, "I want this at my funeral." I was morbidly honest that way. Several years later, I was watching an episode of E.R. in which our favorite character, Dr. Green discovers he has brain cancer, and a short time to live. He's basically given the advice we all wish to avoid. "You don't have long, retire, enjoy the time you have left." Dr Green, plans a vacation with his daughter, who's relationship has been strained since his divorce. For the next three or four episodes Dr. Green and his daughter spend his last days surfing in Hawaii. Mending the relationship slowly, to a degree of understanding only a father and daughter could know. He's still Dad, and she's a teen working on letting go of her resentments. In the last episode of the story, he's not doing well. He keeps passing out and his strength is waning. He knows it's only a matter of days, possibly hours; but doesn't share this with his daughter, the scenary is of a bungalo on the beach, white sands surround the openness of the primitive bungalo, palm trees speckle the beach, and in the distance lies the royal blue waters of the Pacific Ocean. A day of surfing is suddenly changed as he suggests that his daughter go ahead of him, he'll stay back and watch until his strength returns. So he sits in a hammock, and watches out in the water as she strolls off to surf, Background music grows to this song I'd so loved, by and artist named Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwo?ole and as the music is playing softly, the camera pans in on the face of Dr. Green for his death scene, and his last breath. The camera pulls back, from the back of his head, above the bungalo, above the beach as if we are Dr Green's soul departing this earth. Yes, I cried like a little school girl as realized that my favorite character had just been erased from our show, with no chance to come back for a Cameo... What!? of course that's why I cried! OKAY! it was a tear jerker! and the saddest part, was the relationship with his daughter was still in repair . Moral of the story i guess-- You never know when its your time, so don't hold on to petty resentments, and love every minute of life. I later learned, Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwo?ole; had also died
if you knew how much i loved you if you knew how much i cared only if you knew the melody i hear each time i stare if you knew the rainbows that you make while your around and conceived the glitter of diamonds while i looked into your eye's the glowing of perils and ivory every time you smile the picture of the glory your hair apon a crown to me a ficticios story of how a princess loved a clown something that you give me just by being around
Fly away from the memories The ghosts of past trailed, never stop to chase A journey finally brings me back Back to the same door that I used to open The breezes that I never forgotten The odor of the hall that never change I stood at the edge of my gate's sanity, the lips of an old trip Be ready for the first gusts of my treasures' pasts Vacant room is just like what I've thought No passer, no shadow, only me in this big hollow I reached the dusty quilt, cover up my self This is my comfort zone, while I sit among a loss Tears of yearn never melt, I assume it has dried Maybe it goes to some other places Where nobody or nothing could even see or realized Missing out this place, I think this is too much The reflection of my bitter sweet memories reeled out Playing the same scene at the same place where I stood Where I can see those people who once ever filled this empty room Those people who now fill the empty space of heaven's room April 29, 2013 7th place Memories Beyond The Door Free Poetry Contest Sponsor Constance La France
Somebody's Baby, lie still Embalmed in pure white cotton, Cocooned securely, like the babe in arms within the shroud. Seraphim cavort no more upon a form once touched with shades of youthful innocence. Somebody's Baby, be sure. Your time for dreams now spent, No future beckons only time captured frame by frame, Frozen in vulgar technicolor; Close Up; Explicit, depicting genre yet unclassified; The epic over exposed. Somebody's Baby, be silent. Grey and gnarled imposter in the cot Metamorphosis contrives a landscape dry and gnarled. No more seductress of tender ministry; Solitary, silently; endures the travesty Of human demise.
The cups are on the table As the coffee starts to brew Two flowers in the middle Now all I need is you . You called me up this morning Said you'd be stopping by My heart started racing I really don't know why . I guess I'm just excited To share this time with you I can think of nothing better Than gazing in your eyes of blue . It's been almost an hour now Since you were on the way Wish that you would call me So my mind won't start to stray . Our coffee time's so special It's where our love began So many words where spoken As our future we did plan . Now it's been two hours Still no knock upon my door I'm feeling a kind of emptiness As my "second cup" I pour . I sit and watch the clock hands As the hours pass me by Even the petals on the flowers Seem so sad they start to cry . My cup is now half empty Your cup is barren and it's cold I feel a familiar feeling There's a coldness starting to unfold . We've tried so many times Perhaps this time is our last Maybe thinking of our future Is just something in our past Though the petals have all fallen I'll keep the table set for two For our coffee time is "special" It's when I fell in love with you
A question, a sentence all made since, My apologies indeed,1 to the 2,3…. Can you make time a map, A man a watch, watching it as a clock slide by, Dear fox. Go seek out a dinner for me perhaps a dinner for three, Cause what I could see was a family for me. Is there no good or bad or have you seen no evil to know what it is sad, Settling for less if not the reason why this pen flows, At five o'clock in the morning just after I take a ride down to the coast, I began to catch a feast is it time for lunch with a breeze? , Please just read. But I took the road not taken, And like Robert Frost it was a demon I seen; in me. A lyrical poem with many different poets all in one, a rust diamond if this still is not gem, site the beach, for more discrete. I remember a famous rapper say don't read too deep into my rhyms, I said to myself I know the feeling too well to be speechless to dine in and be sleepless, This is not the white house but the light is on in this house, all the time. This is the saddest thing to try to reason as I am floating in and out of consciousness , In a lumpy bed watching the clock, skip a beat at five o'clock in the morning, What a treat, And surgery of all things staying awake listening to everescence, Thinking to myself how this would sound better if it was duet with some R&B. I went across the street seen the Raven but still believe in heaven, And as I was waiting patiently a Rose grow from concrete, How long would it grow until the end of the road I think still, and blink. If you knew would you still search if you knew? Could you paint a picture of the life after death only if you knew. Can you get the greeting, and I mean all is well tell this to the Senate, This meaning is too far-fetched to reason. Like my favorite Poet John Milton my favorite poet without any QUSTION, That a book tells two side to a tale, why not witness? By just listening, Question! ! ! The life of a SENTENCE! ! ! It still makes sense somehow more or less than other. I blinked again knowing the content of his meaning, And arose from sleep just as a whisper in the night, And repeated repented as needed the questions, Indeed to answer all too well, Being five o'clock in the morning it was a question, A sentence it all makes sense, One to the two, three…… I sleep with a pen but I sleep with sword! ! ! ! ...
In the iron grey days of the 1950's change changed everything, good or bad, Tom, who was the local coal-man for this area, a hard man of steel but kind, He tried to speak but no words would come, he just pointed, on to the road, Following his gesture, outside was a new motor lorry for his rounds, no horse. In broken and heart wrenching sobs, he said, they had taken away my old horse, He's been sold to another firm and I will never see him again, he's gone away, Tom loved that horse, his life was built around it, morning evenings, weekends, In his own time Tom would trim and groom that horse, it was his closest friend. They never said me that my dearest friend was going I had no time to say goodbye, He's probably in a new place now waiting for me to come and take him back home, I know that horse he is my only family, I bet he is really worried he will so sad He probably thinks I have deserted him because I don't love him that's not true. I bet he is in a stable, his big brown eyes moist looking around all the time, Any door that opens he will think it is me, he will be excited then really hurt, He will miss our long talks together in the evenings he used to nod his long face, He will be in a panic, like me, waiting for his dad who will never see him again. A strong man who carried tons of coal everyday he had no family only his horse, Brought up in a state run home never lucky enough to be picked by any families, His horse was his friend who new all of Toms deepest secrets, tears and sorrows, Tom left his new lorry where it stood, with heart wrenching sobs he walked away. I watched him go, there was nothing I could say there was a painful lump in my throat.
Times are the best when baby sis and I get together; no special reason or holiday, just to have fun. Miles separate us now along with eight years but when we're joined, it is hard to tear us apart. I believe we think too much alike; both of us are carefree and happy go lucky; we even look alike - poor thing. I believe we acquired our slap-stick personality from mother, she always made us laugh. I recall the time sis invited me to come to Tennessee and go visit the Lynchburg Barbecue Cook-off with her. I had had a left knee replacement the year before and still had to get around in my wheeled walker with hand breaks and a let down seat just in case I needed a chair and couldn't locate one. She pulled me all over the cook-out area backwards. Someone from the news staff was doing a story on the cook-off and saw me reading a Lynchburg news paper while being pulled backwards and asked if they could take my picture. Well, I found out that they already did and it was to appear in next week's edition. We had our fill of delicious barbecue, bought some homemade fried pies, bought a few souvenirs, and decided it was time to head back home since I had a long drive back to my house. Sis, bless her heart, told me to stay seated and she would pull me back to my car. I helped her get me up the slope to the sidewalk and took my seat on the walker. Being pulled, I relaxed a bit, we were half way there. Neither one of use noticed the huge separation in the walk until the walker and I tumbled backwards, my feet and hands straight up in the air. Sis couldn't stop laughing, I couldn't stop laughing, cars slowed almost to a standstill; traffic backed up. A couple of people walking our way stopped to see if I was ok, I couldn't stop laughing long enough to say I was. Sis was too doubled over to help me get up. If we hadn't stopped to relieve ourselves earlier, we would have there. Of all the great times I recall, that was the best. Some people have to get drunk or take dope; all I have to do is do something with my sister and we get high together… Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
What is it about me that I cannot place you in the picture painted by the years the life has already spent? Do you merely lurk, and leave at a much later time? Or, maybe you are staying because you are meant to stay. Then, stay. If you may. I pray. While I find a place (for us) in the picture of eternities, the gods must be hiding, conspiring; themselves amusing. Ah, the grand scheme of things - a forgetting. A familiar spirit we feel - a remembering. (Note) This piece was inspiredly written for the beautiful souls - even the strangers - I have met along the way and will still come upon in my lifetime. To each special one, you have stirred quite a familiar spirit within. A remembrance of forgotten past, I suppose. Thank you for letting me peak through your soul's window. The veil of forgetfulness has never been thin as now to me. You have so given me a gift I shall treasure in the moments I may tend to forget who I truly am - a being with a soul.


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Chaser August 01, 2013 11:40 PM @PCMac"MotoGP is about as predictable is a movie made for mental midgets who are completely ignorant of foreshadowing. "So how come you post opinions about it more than anyone?Are you very short? Reply Report abuse 2 agree 3 disagree
TedG August 02, 2013 12:09 AM Anyone who thinks that this is a mistake is well....sadly mistaken. Those who do, don't realize what it means to be a factory rider and have a sponsor like Marlboro. EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT, from travel, to hotels, to treatment by everyone involved, being waited on hand and foot, to feedback to the factory, not to mention a boatload more money. CC is looking out for himself and his family. He will make enough to retire, that doesn't sound too dumb to me. Then he is free to do as he wishes. Secondly it takes time to design a new bike and Audi did not have the time to design a new engine with a re-engineered center of gravity. They had to submit their design before this season. Next year we should see a redesigned DuAudi that is far more adjustable. Cal did the right thing!! And good for him. Reply Report abuse 6 agree 2 disagree
eddie777 August 02, 2013 12:15 AM Cal should have got a bit closer to Stoner in the picture, maybe some of Casey's Ducati riding talent might have rubbed off. Reply Report abuse 1 agree 2 disagree
sham August 02, 2013 12:44 AM just realising a hard truth - its becoz its vale tat ducati scored a podium in these tough days - i doubt dovi could score one atleast , there's the important of vale too....al te best for cal Reply Report abuse 2 agree 1 disagree
V4Poweeeer August 02, 2013 12:45 AM Tech 3 and Yamaha was always going to be a dead end for every Ben Spies, Colin Edwards, and James Toseland there can only be one Rossi or one Lorenzo. Its a good bet that Yamaha sees one of the Espagaro brothers (Pol) as a great replacement for Rossi and potential challenger to Jorge. Cal knows his place at Yamaha he's had a great season for a satellite rider and is looking to go one better than Dovi last year. Being next chump to get shafted at Yam isn't any better than getting a fat paycheck at Ducati and hey if he beats Dovi and Ducati turn there bike into a winner a much better situation than being at Yamaha. Worst case scenario mid pack rider and fat paycheck, best case scenario race winner even fatter paycheck and legend status. Its risk versus reward and Ducati has alot more reward. Reply Report abuse 4 agree 1 disagree
TH August 02, 2013 12:46 AM Read the BBC story done deal with Pol taking his place Reply Report abuse 1 agree 0 disagree
V4Poweeeer August 02, 2013 12:48 AM @eddie777He tried it in a race once and it didn't end to well for him. Reply Report abuse 0 agree 0 disagree
therealDave August 02, 2013 12:53 AM Hope he enjoys the cash because he has effectivley flushed his career.Dovi owned him on same machinery last year now he is no where. Cal on the other hand is now a regular podium threat so I can only see 2 possible result for Cal next year on a Ducati...Crash or finish 7-10. Reply Report abuse 5 agree 3 disagree