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Beach Break Complex, 73 Matthew Flinders Drive, Port Macquarie
House, Port Macquarie
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The Beach Break complex
The Beach Break complex comprises two high quality guest houses:
1. Beach Break Executive House and the
2. Beach Break Guest House
Each of the guest houses are independently located and can be rented separately or together as a package. Beach Break is ideal for family holidays, wedding parties or groups looking to holiday on the beach, and who are after plenty of space and comfort not to have to go anywhere, while at the same time being only minutes from two golf courses and a range of restaurants.
Both houses are situated directly opposite Lighthouse Beach with stunning 180 degree views and beach access at the end of the driveway. In season, whales can be spotted breaching and swimming past all day long and pods of dolphins are almost guaranteed to turn up and swim past every day of the year
The complete complex comprises a total of 6 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, 2 swimming pools, numerous entertaining areas with multiple large timber decks, all overlooking Lighthouse Beach in Port Macquarie.
Beach Break Executive House 4 Bed & 3 Bath
This beautiful executive home is situated adjacent to the popular Lighthouse Beach and is truly breath taking, with spectacular ocean and coastal views all the way to Dunbogan. Walk down the driveway and feel the sand between your toes.
Large spacious open kitchen, living and dining areas all open up with glass bi-fold doors, onto the large beautiful timber deck overlooking the sparkling pool, and the stunning views. The perfect place for entertaining your guests, spending time with your friends and family or just to relax.
The property features polished timber floor boards, modern kitchen befitting a home of this quality, BBQ, and is well appointed with the latest appliances including stainless steel dishwasher, large fridge and washing machine. The property also offers free WIFI.
There are three bedrooms on the main level including a queen size master bedroom with its own ensuite, amazing views and walk in robe. Downstairs features a second living and entertainment area that opens onto the pool deck plus a fourth queen bedroom, also with views, and ensuite.
Beautiful 'topdeck' overlooking the Tacking Point Lighthouse and Lighthouse Beach; the perfect venue for an intimate Wedding or Anniversay ceremony, yoga at sunrise, or a few drinks at sunset.
A cool cubby house and fully enclosed backyard for the little ones to play.
Hot outdoor shower/toilet just off the pool deck, and one car garage with parking for an additional two cars.
In summary: 2 x queen size master bedrooms with ensuites, 1 x bedroom with 2 x single bunk, 1 x bedroom with double bed. All linen supplied. Portacot and highchair can be supplied free of charge on request.
The Beach Break Guest House
Beach Break Guest House is a modern two 2 bedroom, two 2 bathroom, up market house which can accommodate up to 4 adults or 2 adults and 3 children. The master bedroom comprises a queen bed with the second bedroom having a double bed with single bunk on top.
Open plan living with magnificent views over Lighthouse Beach from master bedroom, living/kitchen area and pool deck. The house has its own private lap/plunge pool for those who want to cool off without walking across the road to the beach. The house is well appointed with all the latest appliances including stainless steel dishwasher, fridge, electric stove & oven and free WIFI. Double garage with internal access and internal laundry. All linen is supplied.
Beach Break is situated opposite Lighthouse Beach in Port Macquarie on the mid north coast, 4.5 hrs drive north of Sydney and 6 hours south of Brisbane.
Lighthouse Beach is a patrolled beach in season with a great surf break. The beach is renowned for good fishing, whale & dolphin watching, walking, camel riding and 4 wheel driving.
Easy 5-7 minute walk to local shops and restaurants which include:
Chinese/Malay Restaurant
Fish, Chips and Burgers
Bottle/Liquor Shop
General Store
Post Office
Tacking Point Tavern Pub, Coles, Service Station, News Agent, Bakery, Video and other stores are only a 2-3 minute drive away and the bar & bistro at the surf club is open weekends and is just across the road.
Local Attractions
Emerald Downs and Port Macquarie golf courses incl club & restaurant are just around the corner, less than 5 minutes drive from Beach Break Guest House.
Port Macquarie has numerous attractions including: restaurants & bars, a number of Bowling and RSL clubs, rain forest walks, jet boat rides, whale & dolphin watching tours, river cruises, BBQ boats, Deep sea fishing, Timbertown, Cinema, Koala Hospital, Billabong Koala and Wildlife Park, Wineries, Camel Rides, Regional Art Gallery and Cultural Centre The Glasshouse, Markets every weekend and two large shopping malls.
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Los Angeles, CA
BAKER is about to blow up. For the uninitiated, the New York-bred, current LA resident makes music you can't get out of your mind. His adrenaline-fueled dance-pop is relentless and makes the heart pound. He's all the more compelling because beyond the catchy beats and ear-worm hooks, you'll find a Harvard-educated musician who has trained as a classical cellist and doesn't let Autotune do the singing for him. You'll find someone whose family owns and operates one of the oldest men's custom clothiers in the United States. And someone who says, of his music, "It's got a pulse. Not just with the bass lines or the drums but the emotion in them can hopefully be felt. You can dance to it and sing along to it but hopefully it'll make your day a little brighter or your night a little longer."
As part of a series on Artsicle, we asked BAKER to sit down and curate a collection from among the works we have available. The pieces he chose, discussed below and on view here, advocate a personalized version of art. BAKER has chosen pieces simply because he likes them, without the pressure of outside opinions or the explicit influence of larger cultural tastes. We say, more power to him - and to you, too.
*click on any of the works below to see them in detail on Artsicle*
In the past, my walls have been bare; white as the driven snow. From my bedroom as a kid to the inside of my high school locker to my dorm room in college, many books, blu-rays, and especially CDs (I'm the last one still buying those) litter my shelves, drawers, cabinets, etc. but nothing in the name of more traditional forms of "art." Not because I didn't care for it (I've always spent a fair amount of time admiring whatever is hanging in my doctor's waiting room) but because it never occurred to me. That is, until recently . . . As an artist myself (albeit in a different field) I've been lucky enough to meet many others. I've learned a lot from them, and have been inspired to start a collection of my very own.
In the way that I need to listen to Young Jeezy sometimes to get through a tough workout or a Calvin Harris jam at a club to get me in the zone, I find the bold color of pieces like Jill Krutick's "Midnight" or Sohleya Ben-Amotz's "Redscape" create a sense of warmth and calm. That block of color on a wall can quiet the noise in my head and give me the clarity I need to finish the lyrics for a new song or come down from a long rehearsal with the band.
I grew up in New York City, so you might think my first memories were of a world replete with steel and concrete. For as long as I can remember though, when I think of my hometown (especially in the warmer months) I think of abundant greenery. This is unusual, certainly, but pieces like Robert Saywitz's "Downtown", Jeanette Koumjian's "Sante Fe Details, Canyon Road Cottonwood," or even Melanie Kozol's "Evergreen" recall Fifth Avenue on my walk home from school or a run through Central Park, or even the chaos that is finding a place to sit during lunchtime in Union Square. Now that I live in L.A. (a.k.a. the land of smog and desert), I sure do miss Manhattan . . .
When I first meet someone, it usually goes something like this:
"Yo what's up I'm BAKER."
"Yo, that's a cool name (I'm stretching here but it's my story...). What do you do?"
"I'm a singer."
"Oh. Ok. What kind of music do you sing?"
. . . And then I always draw a blank. My music is Pop more than any other genre because it's the only one that is not directly influenced by any geographical location or defined subculture. My songs have elements of EDM, R&B, alternative and many others all put in a blender to create what I hope is something that I'm proud of and can be enjoyed by others. And I've always seen Pop music and Pop art as inextricably linked.
I find there to be strong elements of Pop in pieces like Dan Bina's "Holiday Weekend," Douglas Newton's "Green Lollipops," and Rachel Cohen's "This is BS #5" that are at once broad and suggestive of other works of art, but also deeply personal and singular in their own right. That dichotomy is unmistakably Pop.
I definitely do not claim to be an authority on art. I wouldn't know if I was ever in the presence of a piece by a genius or a piece that would appreciate over time, but I think it's as simple as this: I like what I like. When I'm in the studio and hear a new, finished song, I can't think about whether it might chart well in Japan, or whether it would go viral on YouTube. I can only think about my head bopping up and down while I listen. If I bop, then I can dig it. And I guess everyone on some level must feel that way too, that collecting art can be just as simple. I need to connect with a piece to want put it on my wall. Bringing art into your home is very personal and your opinion is really the only thing that matters (unless, well, you have a roommate).
If you want to find out more about BAKER, his official website is here. Below is the video for his newest single, "Not Gonna Wait," and, with 2 million plus views on his official YouTube channel, this is a song we promise you will never be able to get it out of your head (not that we didn't warn you . . .).


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Panton On Jan. 2, Vermont State Police Trooper Kaitlyn Armstrong responded to a report of a vehicle on a house porch on Adams Ferry Road in Panton.
Investigation revealed that operator, Amanda Burlock, 24, of Vergennes was attempting to enter a residence when she lost control of her vehicle and slid in to the front porch of the residence.
Trooper Armstrong reports that alcohol was not a factor in collision; slippery road conditions were a factor in the accident. No criminal action is pending, according to police.
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Need to fix old plaster on brick wall - any hints?
How best to repair 200 year old plaster on brick walls. I am preparing for my next phase of my Library renovation. Demolition is complete!
As the pict shows I have bare brick (exterior wall), intact scratch, intact brown, and intact hard coat. In the end, I want a consistent attractive surface. I am willing to take the time to do this right. I have done veneer plaster in other parts of the house and have gained good results!
I also have one major, but stable crack that needs repair:
I would love to hear any ideas, tips, advice, cautionary tales, etc about doing this right.
Do it the way it was done way back when, with 3 coat system. But you won't be using horsehair in mix as a binder. The brick should be rough enough to hold the 1st coat.
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BATON ROUGE- A nasty wreck involving a truck knocked out power to a small area near downtown Baton Rouge and closed part of Highland Road.
It happened around 7:30pm at Highland Road near Terrace.
We're told the driver of the truck missed a curve, barrelled into a fence and hit a power line. Part of Highland Road remains shutdown as power lines remain on the ground.
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Former UP Minister Raja Bhaiya was named in the murder of the Kunda DSP Zia-ul-Haq.
Deoria: Despite of being named in an FIR for murder and conspiracy, why is the Central Bureau of Investigation (CBI) still not questioning former UP Minister Raja Bhaiya over the killing of the Kunda DSP Zia-ul-Haq and two others? A team of the investigative agency is in Kunda probing the killings.
Four FIRs have been filed in the case and the CBI team is visiting the crime scene and meeting the locals after it took over the case on recommendation of the Uttar Pradesh government. The slain DSP's wife had demanded a CBI probe.
Parveen Azad refused to accept the job offered by the Uttar Pradesh government saying that she would not accept anything other than a DSP's post. Azad who has been maintaining distance from the media, on Saturday told the visiting leader of Loktantrik Congress Harishanka Tewari that she would not accept any job less than DSP.
Vowing to continue her struggle, Azad said that she was not fighting for herself but to ensure that no one dared to raise hand on those donning the khaki uniform of the police force. She also demanded that the policemen who deserted her husband in Kunda area of Pratapgarh on the fateful night should be tried for treason.
On Friday night, the wife of slain DSP Zia-Ul-Haq was appointed as Officer on Special Duty (OSD) Welfare by the state government. Brother of the slain officer was also appointed as constable. The appointment letters were also sent to the family by the district administration on Saturday. Uttar Pradesh Chief Minister Akhilesh Yadav had promised government jobs to two members of the police officers family when he visited Deoria to meet the bereaved family earlier this week.
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I wish to be with the broken people
the get in your face challenge me people
The sometimes hidden
sitting in a dark corner kinda people
The don't you love me
I wish you seen me sorta people
People just being real people
not having to have it all together people
Them doing their best to figure it out people
dancing and singing without the smooth moves people
I don't care about the color of their skin
or what others think of as their sin
They don't need to be perfect to win
seeing and listening is where I'll begin
Beyond appearance of fat or thin
I only know what I know
I've never been where they've been.
We'll start
with our broken smiles
It's the best we've got
It might seem like so little
still I think it's a lot
Through life's struggles we've all fought
lessons needed learning
experienced not taught
real is real it couldn't be bought
So forget the fake people
the all about perfect hair and clothes people
The I live in the right neighborhood and drive the right car people
It's all about me, top of the hill people
They only hang out with the supremely cool people
those too important to talk to me people
thinking they're the best of the best kinda people
when all along they are merely Sheeple
ba ba baaing, thinking they are strong instead of feeble
I love characters
people who are unique
I look under exteriors to gain a peek
strength of lions disguised in meek
unconcearned with fab or being chic
Worth listening to if allowed to speak
the stories they tell will make your eyes leak
For in the end
we are all broken
stumbling and choking
Disguising hurt with our joking
victims of others and their poking
So look close maybe you'll see
eyes that aren't blank
hearts that aren't empty
Who we think of as complicated
in the end might not be
They might push when others come close
yet they are affectionate times three
Each just a bit afraid and broken
all the while wishing
and wanting to be
A part of something
If only we choose to see
those on the fringes
are a part of the we
All we have to do
is let them be!
Dedicated to our homeless population.
They teach us the unvarnished truth about ourselves.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015
Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while maintaining the love I have already found.
I fall in love with scars, wrinkles,
clichés, and repetition; I fall in love
with items that people throw to the wind,
kick around, and step upon.
I fall in love with my enemies,
one of life's hardest lessons to learn;
I find haters to be marvelous motivators.
The old man who sits in a rain-gorged gutter,
his fist raised to the sky in fury
as he talks to an invisible audience
about how Apollo stole his dearly, beloved wife—
I fall in love with him too.
I fall in love with things that some people deem
as ugly, dirty, morose, and immoral.
The more I fall in love,
the more I love each moment,
including the pain, torture, and misery
that may unfold along the way.
Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while reinforcing the love I have already found.
If I write down treasonously teetering words,
the reader could assume such words
to be rooted in rage, or a cynical outlook,
when the words are actually birthed from love—
I love every word in existence.
I fall in love with the woman
who is too shy to have a sincere conversation with anyone,
because she believes herself to be grotesque,
when in fact, she is exquisitely gorgeous.
I fall in love with broken daffodils, bent daisies,
a shattered seashell, the sweet stench of seaweed
rotting on the shore, and the way her hair smells
baking in the sun.
I fall in love with black and white photographs,
mesmerized by the essence that the dead have left behind.
I fall in love with marbles, the feathers of mourning doves,
and with the stray cat, who, after she watched the moving truck
drive away, slunk around the alley in search of scraps—
over the years, she has proven to be a respectful
and loyal companion (so easy to fall in love with, again and again,
while maintaining the love I already have).
I fall in love with saints, villains, rusted watering cans,
the way sunlight bends into prisms
when it shines through the cracked, antique windowpane
that I simply don't want to replace.
And as for the people who believe that it's impossible
for someone such as myself
to fall in love with something new, every, single day,
well, I love them too.
2016 Pulse Remix, July 18th, 2016
(original version was written on April 6th, 2012)
Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2012
The farm
and the porch light hums
the sound of another
orange dawn.
Burnt up – crisp
aching new reaches
of the imagination turn
from corn
to wheat
to the pungent shade
of dried blood on hands –
kissing corners of a mouth
never kissed.
Sweeping 'cross in whispers
two thousand years
and more, come
words on the flat-line horizon,
dripping sideways,
like a red cat's eye marble
on a circular seesaw
that knows no bounds;
rolling infinitely back
and forth -
ringing through ears that were once
in that ago (can you hear it?)
hearing the coming of a storm
being heard
by another set of ears,
in some other when –
some other marble.
When, speaks the unspoken.
When, treads where none may tread.
When, grips the barren outcroppings of space –
playing the unending moments –
where no other question hence forth
can grip.
Night sounds come in floods
of mauve,
and quiet apricot;
slicing through oceans,
where no ears hear.
The farm: echoing, lowing and fawning –
Trying to stay true
to form,
bleeds into the fibers of a dream
once lived –
recognizing its existence
through the act of a moment,
The girl turns to face
the enormity
of all she has yet to hear upon
the brazen, blazing horizon;
she strips down to goose bumps
on the skin
that God gave her;
opening her mouth to hear all
that she is –
breathing in the dawn
as it breaks.
The farm notes this coming.
The sky knows;
The wind knows.
The earth knows - relaxing
at her feet
through her soles,
resounding through the mouth
of the un-kissed,
breathing through this land;
humming through porch lights,
spinning through atoms,
sifting though heavens,
recorded through lifetimes,
and through into another's
open mouth.
© Kristin Reynolds 1/9/09
Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009
Where Have All The Pretty Poets Gone?
A real poet are you, charismatic over everything you serve
Showcasing, a rainbow that folds the perfect world wide perspective
I'm talking about flawless literature at its best no typos, no muss
Just a page full of boredom and rust
Thank you for having Lunesta all up in my head
It's like reading a poetry lesson, from the extras of The Walking Dead
An image frozen cold, waiting for inspiration to hit like Al Capone
I'm bored of your flora flamboyant language rocking me like stones
A psychedelic trip, into the odyssey of a blind man's tale
A home where I am pushed to open a dictionary & thesaurus with braille
Wondering what you just said, --Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful day!
The best rocket pen poet in the USA Today,
Launching words like no tomorrow, a fool of wordplay and sorrow
A godlike guinea-pig genius, delegating poetry politician style
Perhaps, one day you will become a famous writer
Burning books, like a cigarette lighter
Until then, enjoy pushing your pen as if it was cocaine,
Snorting up and cutting up the food chain in vain
Patronizing and ignoring those, for better or worse
A solo cup stuck up another cup, -won't even look my way
Correct me if you will, it's no big deal
Just don't forget to give me the same respect I offer you
Until then my pretty poetic friend, I kneel before no one
By: ME
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014
This girl, she's crying inside,
But all everyone sees is smiles,
This girl, she's hurting inside,
She's lived like this for quite a while,
Always holding her pain inside,
She won't ruin everyone's time,
This girl, she's breaking down inside,
But all she does is smile,
Those deep eyes,
Hold a lot world of misery,
Playing pictures from her mind,
Showing her past, her history,
She doesn't want to remember,
But the memories continue to play,
Every night she prays,
Wishing them away,
But this girl lies with her laugh,
And hides behind a mask,
So that no-one can see her pain,
Her past, her denials,
This girl, she's dying inside,
Although no-one can see her pain,
She just continues to smile bright,
From day to everyday,
With beautiful lying eyes,
For everyone to see,
Everyone and anyone,
Everyone but me.
Copyright © Loretta Bailey | Year Posted 2011
If I had those pretentious brains which act faster than this heart
maybe then I would abhore this soul which spreads freely through each verse
maybe then I would impress you with my intellectual grammar and sophisticated words
maybe then I would scrutinize my each and every coma,dot and exclamationmark!
But I would never let that happen,I'd rather go away.
Writing with my mind and not my heart leads only to asylum within the being of myself.
Poetry is my voice,my life,my escape,my each emotion stored,processed in a yesterday
breathing softly in fresh air,wanting to explode in death, love,passion and romance.
Each verse, a thought I'm able to scribe of yet unable to express through spoken words.
Maybe in a tomorrow you might pass by ,tread your footstep on my verse
but maybe in a today,a broken-hearted fool stops by to find comfort in my world
Maybe a prisoner, an insane man,a tramp ,or any outcast to society
would pick these shattered pieces and gather them as whole
and maybe through this scribbled cross-word puzzle finds God'love once again.
Maybe a little child who understands only little words
would turn the pages of silly rhymes i penned
rhymes which speak of moon and stars,angels,dreams and faries
and maybe He would smile, maybe He would laugh
Maybe he would dream ,the way i used to dream
and maybe He would write the most eloquent sonnet
or maybe just simple words about blossoming flowers
And maybe then,my mission is accomplished,and maybe I feel blessed.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2012
Authored by Chuck Keys
It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.
There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.
Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically
It wasn't here or there and it was.
With no distinction,
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.
It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.
In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.
The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."
Differences exist for differences,
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.
Copyright © Chuck Keys | Year Posted 2010
Color me white, or color me black. Color
me brown, or color me red. Color me
yellow, but color me to be just me.
Color me anyway you want. You are the
artist, you know what to do, just capture
my beauty and let it show through.
My beauty is not on the outside for everyone
to see. My beauty comes from within and
few people have seen.
Color me with the colors that you so much
love to use and when people see this painting,
they will see themselves in me.
The people will ask you - why did you put so
many colors on me and you will tell them - because
the beauty I did see.
The painting is now finished, the artist has done
his job. A painting of many colors, that he is very
proud of.
The colors bring beauty to the painting on the
wall, but if we were all colored blind - we wouldn't
see any colors at all...
Copyright: written by
Lucilla M. Carrillo
I wrote this poem because through out life
I have seen a lot of injustice done, because
of who we are , or where we came from. We
did not choose to be who we are, or where
we came from. God chose that for us. I don't
think God made a mistake when He made us.
He had His reasons. We are who we are, that
can never be changed. We live in this world.
We are God's Race...
Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2012
"When humanity becomes louder than love, stay out of its way. At times, it's better to be the lion in the distance, rather than the sheep losing their way...again."
This was the 1st time
I felt out of place.
Its impact mimicked abused parallelograms
Unto emptiness' solution
I witness sliced wrists shedding bohemian smiles.
Testament verses
Latching onto anchors of invalid mo(u)rning
There was no sunrise to be found,
Because humanity kept making love to silhouetted blinders
I was surrounded by shovels
For the sake of digging louder messages' trench
While I
Caress incipient wings
And half-full Windex bottles
Just to keep perception from clouding my lyrics
Because nobody wants to see eye to eye…
…cataract-laced speeches permeate tainted whispers
Of an innocent breath
For B-rated serendipity
Oh, this was the 1st time
I felt out of place.
Turning away from windowed afflictions
To step towards gratitude's breath
No longer looking in
How good it feels.
Yet, I still miss my friends.
©Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2014
You waited for this moment,
As if you were an incomplete salutation
You waited for confessional breaths to alleviate this finite evening
Missing its constellations
You wept for their sunflower touch.
A touch to engorge the gaps of your imprinted thumb
With honeysuckle madness
Another cashmere moistened parable
Hungering for ink-plated resolutions
You waited for their Haiku smile.
A smile condoning resilient waterfalls
Unto ocean's distant memory
Aching for risky walks above coal-ridden tomorrows
No forest green pupils observing
The hindrance of time
You wished upon wishes
For blanketed convenance to warm aspiring, French kiss upon promised morn
You wrestled with downward spirals,
Uplifting loneliness from Heaven's chasm
Regurgitated sobs reserved under no-name invitations
But, I...
…I was h e r e.
All along
©Drake J. Eszes
God , we are sorry,
we need you in this time of fury,
we are broken and blackened,
we are slaves of someone else all shackled.
the chains hurts our feet our legs
but we can take all that we deserve this toll
we just don't want them to take over our souls
we don't want to be mind controlled
our will is one thing You don't even interfere with
then why do You give them a space in our brains to sit
yes we are disobedient, drowned in our arrogance
but we never denied Your existence never denied your magnificence
we came to you with all our issues all problems
we ask you for help in every form of danger
yet You turn your back on us like we a stranger
You know they are evil, u know they are wrong
but why is it that You see us take the fall
my heart cries with the death of all your men
we sacrificed our kids our parents our country as a whole
God, i respectfully ask you, how much more?
how much blood, how many tears?
Is this the price we are paying for having a divine fear?
please forgive me God, i dare not complain
You have blessed me with so much that its hard to explain
You are the all kind all gracious
but why is your creation so ferocious?
why don't they know how to love why cant we be ever in peace?
have we been mislead from Your path and now are paying a fees?
my lord, my king please bring down mercy upon us
open our eyes,please keep us away from lust
let our kids breath the fresh air that you made away from all those drugs and meds
please don't let them put chip in our heads
please make us honest and make us love our friends
alleviate us from the differences of black and white no matter where we are born and bred
let us renew the beauty of freedom of speech
where everyone is allowed to let their minds speak
where we don't make fun of people who disagree and call them freaks.
please destroy all the evil that makes us fall apart
that brings hatred and greed in our hearts
Take us somewhere else ,oh lord
where you are proud of us and the world is not all fraud
where the people think before making a decision
where we are not lab rats put in horrible conditions
where the people are obedient to You and not the politician
where big fish eating weaker ones is not considered a tradition
I know You arelistening,You always do
please save us today, We all need you more than ever
and whether You help us or not,it doesnt matter
because I know You are the merciful we are in Your debts forever!
Copyright © mary abdali | Year Posted 2011
The lake was still sleeping
a light mist rose above,
a weathered dock could be seen,
its aged wood; full of memories.
The air crisp, breeze light,
trees majestic; watching all.
Squirrels busy scampering,
as a flock of geese soared above.
Way over yonder
clear across the still lake,
shining brightly were yellow shutters,
on our cabin; our special place.
We had toiled the garden
planted yellow roses with great care,
we had painted the old wood shutters,
yellow paint; speckled our hair.
The roof we re-shingled,
one painstaking nail at a time,
we even counted the ouches;
when our hammers got out of line.
With nothing but smiles
on our weary, aching bodies,
we held hands, and went running,
into the still of the lake; giggling.
We swam out to the dock,
it was a race; he won,
my hand he took laughing;
as he quickly scooped me up.
Our toes dangled playfully
sending ripples in the lake,
as we gazed at our cabin;
yellow shutters; fresh with paint.
The trees swayed slightly
as if nodding with approval,
for our cabin by the lake,
was our private sacred jewel.
As we cuddled together
warmth filled our souls,
for our bright yellow shutters,
symbolized, our love's blossoming growth.
It was on this very dock,
air crisp, breeze light,
when he gave me a yellow rose;
and asked me to be his wife.
Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2006
We swallow boulders:
(lead words, molasses covered prejudice, glass shards of promises long broken)
Mouths open wide and heads tipped back
like Hawaiian fire eaters.
Chipped teeth are bits of porcelain history,
sliding down our throats in rivers of neglect
and acid.
The stones settle,
Our stomachs are filled up, anvil weight
'till we can hardly sit, hardly stand, or walk.
We drag our feet in pain, as the quiet indicator that
we've had rocks for breakfast,
lunch, dinner, for years,
in the hopes that someone will recognize
the broken concrete footprints behind us
and touch us gently on the forearm:
"Honey, are you alright?"
(and isn't it the first sweet trickle of kind words that crumble
the already cracking facade?)
There's no stopping the torrent then,
tsunami tears and a heaving, convulsing
to the point of cathartic vomit-
boulders of every shape and size
tumbling out of our mouths and filling the room;
broken teeth and granite eyes
until we no longer see the floor, the walls...
And then serenity.
The hand has moved to the shoulder,
forming a universal hug.
"I'm here now... and you're ok."
We stand up, together, and leave that room,
a soundless void of yesterday,
to absorb the impermeability of stones,
carrying our gait buoyant, without gravity.
No weight at all now, and barely a second glance,
but to turn out the light - and lock the door behind us...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
To see ourselves as others see us --
unmasked images, through others' eyes --
half-formed caricatures, perhaps --
or mere grotesqueries --
barely recognized, telling
what we thought to hide --
we'd label these as skewed
perceptions, not real truth...
But, no matter -- when once
I thought myself unfairly judged
and asked "How so?",
I was reminded of the obvious,
i.e.: all outcomes are determined
by perceived attitudes and actions.
Not truth, but clear perception,
pure appearance, guide others' thoughts
and so create the world we live in.
Thus, however harsh,
"Perception is reality."
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2012
The sting of shattered trust
fills his veins with toxic spite,
contaminating his heart.
He finds solace in a bottle,
quenching his resentment,
slurring forth caustic fumes;
nauseating his liver.
Until he spits her treachery up
with a sickening heave,
in the shallow, murky gutter
of a jaded man's reprieve.
Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2010
Gary's Yard Sale, the story
Authored by Chuck Keys
Among the rustbelt cities of yesterday,
Along the edges of the Detroit River,
A short distance to the side,
Resides a slice of Victorian times,
Excesses exceeded needed,
Where age confronts time,
The day before meets the day of,
And greets tomorrow.
Those in the hood
And outside,
Meet and greet among
The scraps of forgotten memories.
Lawns filled with bygones of size,
Tables filled with important somethings,
Maybe everythings,
For important that evolved into history.
Where memories become linked,
Each to a stored thought,
Treasured, pleasured or disdained,
To a person,
Of late or present,
To a future of who knows what.
During the day,
The history-of and the future-of talk,
To each,
Of where they were,
And where they hope to be,
The dust is blown off with the wind,
From the east, west, north and south.
The yard sale, the graveyard of the past,
The arena of the present,
Life and death of the sale,
Dance together, coupled,
Where Mine, becomes Yours' while
Gary the Conductor, orchestrates to perfection,
The operatic enjoyment of history,
Buyer meets seller, exchanges
Are made. As is today.
Bravo! Bravo!
*This poem is dedicated to Gary and Ann Harris of Northville MI USA – May they and
their Yard Sales age forever!
© Charles H Keys, 2010. All Rights Reserved. V1.4.09252010
You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-
You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.
Copyright © Samir Georges | Year Posted 2011
This will be the last stanza
The last stanza
The final syllable
I commemorate these wounds
to my Agnostic dreams
Because God kept telling me to believe in her
He kept saying,
"Son, be her tissue when she collapses"
"Son, wipe away her sins with this blank slate I've given to you"
"Be that man for the woman she may never accept herself to be"
"Be the wings of that angel"
Until, one night, I said a prayer
I said to Him,
"She must go"
"I won't give up on her, but I must let her go."
"I leave it to You to save the pariah."
I, can no longer be that man.
Because I exhaled insipid banter
from misery hollow
Borrowed happiness
whisked me away to coalescent landscapes
under eclipsed moonshine,
sipping unto artificially incipient sunrises
Tasting drops, sour
Wiping them dry, with this flower
my sanctum holds close
And on this day,
this new day,
this last stanza,
soon, I will
no longer finish you with question marks and exclamation points
Soon, I will
complete you,
withdraw from you,
with punctuated silence
I will walk while you crawl
I will smile while you cry
I will see while you're blind
I will shout while you mumble
I will pray while you deny
I will climb while you trip
I will love while you hesitate
This will be my final kiss to you
No longer will we
For I now complete you,
my end poem
©Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2012
You say: Wrong place—wrong time,
Maybe: Wrong place—not right time,
Not right place—but wrong time?
I say: This's right place—right time,
In times and places,
What is the time?
Where is the place
For right not wrong?
Is this like signs
Tearing up the scenery;
What about my mind?
Don't what? I can read the sign!
Oh—Signs of the time?
What's wrong is not right,
Lord, I will sing this song!
Fight for what's right
Correct what's wrong!
In all times and places
Oh, salvation!
Please, be alright,
And make it—
On time!
© Joseph, October 11, 2008
© All Rights Reserved
Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2008
Place your head on my shoulder,
let it stay there
and we'll just breathe
...and... out
Inhale positivity,
exhale negativity-
Pluck the sadness from the air,
unravel that ball of worry...
We'll find that knot
that started it all,
untangle it,
and wave ribbons
in the air
We'll let those colors swirl
around each other,
we'll blend them...
then weave them
into a tapestry
that comforts us
in the end
Doesn't matter
at all
if it turns out
too short
Our lives
are full of tangles
a lot of thread
out there...
So place your hand in mine,
let it stay there,
and we'll weave
...and... out...
Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2011
The thing about today is that:
It will be different than any other day
Many different factors will share in the reasons
That today will be completely original
The people we encounter can play a huge role
In the way that our day plays out
We have no control over how these people may act
No control over what they may say or do
We can however control the way we allow it to affect us
I have met and been friends with
About every type of person that there is
From healers to killers I have met them all
Shared meals and how we feel;the pressure of it all
I used to allow outside influences
Like these people
To play a role in how my day would go
Then one day I realized that if you remove the water from the falls
All that you have left is a cliff
And of course a hole at the bottom
All the breathtaking beauty of the waterfall is gone
All because some fool decided to build a dam to divert the water
The River had no choice in how its day would go
It had no choice in allowing an outside force
To change its course
Of where it would end today
We have a choice, no matter what anyone does
We can stay on course and maintain the original beauty of our day
As long as we always remember
That this day belongs to us
The only thing that can change that is God, for it is his gift to us all
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
You called me "baby"
When your eyes streaked
In nudist dialect
Upon my strength
You begged to engorge
My palms
With cinnamon scented lotion
Taking me into melancholic forest
To sacrifice your shedding, virgin silk
With me
To have your way
It was imperative
That I brought you inches closer to God
As chastity's ribbon
Slides down leagues below sea level truths
But, I
Refused to be a puppet pulled
By your G-strings
You implored with vehement thrusts
Of creamy, inner thigh
To turn my page
But, you never bothered to read
My table of contents
©Drake J. Eszes
If my mind be painted in colors borrowed, would it be red?
Rusted in brown, or maybe instead, an indigo streak?
Depending upon the source of inspiration,
and the song on the radio at the time of connection...
I keep coming back to sea green,
or the blue of underwater murals at 3ft tall of childhood,
eyes wide in fickle, transient hazel
absorbing each moment, be it safe or unstable
categorizing each scent and each color
each love and each valor
each crisp Autumn, Summer
in vats of brain paint to be later unlidded
and splashed with insignias
of every person and place and event
that ever touched corneas innocent, bent
on absorption.
If my mind be painted, I think it be green
like the moment I'm lucid before I dip dreams
and hang them to dry in the gallery
"Mind's Eye"
and push to wake up to connect, signify
every sensory path that I've traveled before
to traipse them again and still come back for more.
I'm a stickler for art and with your canvas blank
my sweet innocent dear, with each word that you hear
you will brush stroke your way to uniqueness.
Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid's
arrow takes root.
Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.
Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating,
each word you speak intensifies
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.
Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way.
The sun magnifying each strand,
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color,
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.
Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.
Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010
What are we but vibrant green leaves in the foliage of the tree of life, soon to be turned brown and fall before others take their place?
What are we but fast moving waves on the surface of the ocean of humanity, heading towards the shores of oblivion where they break up and die?
What are we but wandering clouds, chased across the sky of existence by the winds of necessity and consumed by the sun of voracious time?
Let us ponder for a while, my loving friends
Let us try to give an answer to this:
How sensible is it, to waste our ephemeral life by
Hurting one another?
Wouldn't it preferable be, more holy and more wise,
Only love to harbor in our hearts and
Nothing other?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014
Did you close your eyes? Did you think of them?
Memories come every year, and I wonder ...
I watch it again, and again, acrophobic, imagining
a room afire, consumed by smoke,
making signals to the World.
No easy means of escape, no places to hide,
no exit. There's a burning window, there's a fall-space,
coin with just one side: your last morning.
I think in what you saw from above
pandemonium of alarms, of yelling, of prayers, of Gods
An instant, just an instant to decide how to face it,
how to accept it.
Perhaps, you could say goodbye.
Did you have time? Did you think of them?
Did you close your eyes?
Behind, below, inside: Death, waiting
for your innocence, your panic,
your last morning.
I'm with you,
take my hand, drag me.
I jump with you, from those towers.
Towers that disappeared in their collapse,
but you,
through all these years,
you're still falling.
Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2009
Alarming, how analog clocks can tock back,
sound-off each morning like those hungover barflies
at the laundromat who dive-bomb
buzzing dryers as bleached belles
in heels attack threadbare tiles
with a stomach-turning, M60 click clack,
click clack. All night cafes fare
no better, terrify with their red-eyed twit-ter-
to-woo owls, their jingle-jangle spoons.
Heartlessly, the freaky knock-knock joke
of a barista smacks-down the expresso machine —
grounds for a massacre behind the counter.
The plink-plunk of rainfall deafens.
Birthdays send you into a panic. Too risky,
the onslaught of jubilation, the grenades that wait
in overblown balloons. New Year's Eve brings histrionics.
Nightmarish, the yellow chimeras of construction
and every screaming chick-a-dee-dee-dee...
Ear plugs are a given.
Heaven is a soundproof room.
Even that plan holds more than a hiccup or two.
Horror resounds everywhere.
Babies thunder by in hot-rod strollers.
Frightening: the gurgles, giggles, ear-splitting rattles.
In the nursing home, an awful rasp of life
roars behind a tissue-thin curtain,
the horrendous lisp of oxygen, so deathly loud.
Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan | Year Posted 2016
Its Raining…
God's Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…
who, don't have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I'll go Join Them… Again
Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009
When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...
I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky
The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn
I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe
The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul
Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through
Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost
I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art
As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow
Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place
The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost
Day was Life,Night is Death
And the latter has given counsel on my final steps
Copyright © Winter Wallace | Year Posted 2009
As our world spins into this blatant madness
Family units like dead leaves, fading fast!
Our children lost, good values tossed
Idols abound, keeps us in a choke!
Excesses, extreme shape our lives
The Golden Rule, now a corny joke!
A simple guide to can heal our earth-disregarded
Yet, in spite of all these,
God will have the final say
When wars and storms sweep across our earth
Leaders ignore the hour at hand
Perhaps, the last to stand as men
To right the wrongs of history past
And re enact laws to seal the cracks!
Potent winds arising, already on track
Remember, love for man and nature will heal this earth
Yes, I believe, in spite of all these,
My God will have the final say
So let the politicians, argue, fight and scheme
Let the liars, deceivers, play their games!"
Let death merchants chant their evil anthem
"It's not a child, but a piece of flesh"!
While the years like pages torn from a book
All blowing away like dust in the wind
Gone forever beyond eternity's veil!
'Too simplistic', some claim, that love's the remedy
Yet, in spite of all these, I will fear no end, for
My God will have the final say!
Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010


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I haven't finished my second zine which seems to be all art at this point. But it has been sitting at a place now that feels stuck. I figure that at some point more pictures will come so that I can finish it.
My third zine which I'm fumbling around for a collective title for at the moment is just getting started. It feels like this zine is about finally saying something about all the things that I have wanted to say but couldn't figure out how.
I don't know if it will matter. But that doesn't matter at this point. All I know is that I need to do this zine.
It's me shouting. Me saying what I need to. After 8 years of observation of life and all of us on this planet, I have something to say.
I want to scream it until I'm horse. I want to hear it in all the hidden tears that no one ever knew about. The nights, the days, the journey.
I've hit a point where I really don't care if anyone else reads it, or wants it. When it's done is when its done.
I guess it's my rebellion against staying silent, against believing that what needs to be said is nothing more than driviling tedium, best served in a closet somewhere along with the truth of know thy self and what that means after all this time.
It's being created inspite of how empty the landscape feels and has felt for so long now. It's being made with the simpliest tools because in my life that's all there is. I finally made peace with the fact that sometimes simple has to be enough. It has to satisfy inspite of how much or how many different creative explosions can be made if only I had this or that syndrome beats us to a bloody pulp in side where no one can see what's really going on.
It's my sharded bucket of truths that are just that, shards of truth. We all have our own shards that we view the world through. It's too easy to believe that we have the best shards on the planet and so end up becomming self appointed judges that really only know what their shards are showing them.
That funky plumb line that gets used to decide what's acceptable and what isn't, that one that keeps shifting and moving around depending on what we are being influenced by at the moment needs to be seen for what it is, unstable, and inconsistant.
It doesn't matter if there are thousands of voices saying the same thing just in different ways. There is always room for one more, and that spot is mine.
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Chapter 13
"I now hasten to the more moving part of my story. I shall relate events that impressed
me with feelings which, from what I had been, have made me what I am.
"Spring advanced rapidly; the weather became fine and the skies cloudless. It surprised
me that what before was desert and gloomy should now bloom with the most beautiful
flowers and verdure. My senses were gratified and refreshed by a thousand scents of
delight and a thousand sights of beauty.
"It was on one of these days, when my cottagers periodically rested from labour--the old
man played on his guitar, and the children listened to him--that I observed the
countenance of Felix was melancholy beyond expression; he sighed frequently, and once
his father paused in his music, and I conjectured by his manner that he inquired the cause
of his son's sorrow. Felix replied in a cheerful accent, and the old man was
recommencing his music when someone tapped at the door.
"It was a lady on horseback, accompanied by a country-man as a guide. The lady was
dressed in a dark suit and covered with a thick black veil. Agatha asked a question, to
which the stranger only replied by pronouncing, in a sweet accent, the name of Felix. Her
voice was musical but unlike that of either of my friends. On hearing this word, Felix
came up hastily to the lady, who, when she saw him, threw up her veil, and I beheld a
countenance of angelic beauty and expression. Her hair of a shining raven black, and
curiously braided; her eyes were dark, but gentle, although animated; her features of a
regular proportion, and her complexion wondrously fair, each cheek tinged with a lovely
"Felix seemed ravished with delight when he saw her, every trait of sorrow vanished
from his face, and it instantly expressed a degree of ecstatic joy, of which I could hardly
have believed it capable; his eyes sparkled, as his cheek flushed with pleasure; and at that
moment I thought him as beautiful as the stranger. She appeared affected by different
feelings; wiping a few tears from her lovely eyes, she held out her hand to Felix, who
kissed it rapturously and called her, as well as I could distinguish, his sweet Arabian. She
did not appear to understand him, but smiled. He assisted her to dismount, and dismissing
her guide, conducted her into the cottage. Some conversation took place between him and
his father, and the young stranger knelt at the old man's feet and would have kissed his
hand, but he raised her and embraced her affectionately.
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have a language of her own, she was neither understood by nor herself understood the
cottagers. They made many signs which I did not comprehend, but I saw that her
presence diffused gladness through the cottage, dispelling their sorrow as the sun
dissipates the morning mists. Felix seemed peculiarly happy and with smiles of delight
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Carly Rae Jepsen Is a Redhead!
Looks as though Carly Rae Jepsen is seeing red, but she isn't mad... she's dyed her hair red! The 'Tonight I'm Getting Over You' songstress posted a picture of her new hair color to her Twitter page saying:
I've always wanted to go red...
Avril Lavigne Rocks a Prom in 'Here's To Never Growing Up' Video
Avril Lavigne has made the conscious decision to stave off adulthood in her new video for 'Here's To Never Growing Up.'
Miley Cyrus Haunted by Ghosts During Her Stay in London Flat
Besides smoldering on the cover of ELLE UK, Miley Cyrus also recounted some creepy experiences she had when she stayed in an apartment, which was converted from an old bakery (this is important!), in London.
Listen to Demi Lovato's 'Made in the USA' + More Unlocked 'DEMI' Tracks
Christmas has come early for all you Lovatics! Demi Lovato has steadily been releasing songs from her upcoming fourth studio album 'DEMI.' Harnessing the enthusiasm (or impatience) of her fans, Demi tweeted:
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Go Behind the Scenes of Beyonce's Elemental H&M Commercial [Video]
It's amazing how much work went into the one minute and 30 seconds of Beyonce's H&M commercial. Donald Schneider, the Creative Director of the commercial, explains the concept behind the clip, saying they were inspired by the four elements -- earth, wind, fire, water. And of course, Bey makes every single one of them look absolutely stunning.
Alicia Keys Conquers the Big City in 'New Day' Video
Alicia Keys has declared it's a 'New Day,' so get out there and do something with yourself!
The new video for the songstress' third single from her album 'Girl on Fire,' shows Keys walking down an alley like she owns all of New York City and performing some choreography with a couple of backup dancers.
Bruno Mars Announces 'Treasure' Will Be Next Single + More Tour Dates
Prepare yourselves, Hooligans. Bruno Mars is readying his track 'Treasure' to release as his third single from his album 'Unorthodox Jukebox.'
The Wanted Release Teaser for New 'Walks Like Rihanna' Track
Harry Styles 'Almost Lost a Hand' Escaping Fans in Paris
Our beautiful Harry Styles almost had to continue his career without a hand! The horror! A ginormous group of fans surrounded Hazza's hotel in Paris and made it quite difficult for the One Direction member to leave his temporary residence -- so much so that he almost lost a hand while doing so!
Selena Gomez, Christina Aguilera + Macklemore to Perform at 2013 Billboard Music Awards
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This month, ChildFund is focusing on the harvest and traditional foods in the communities where we work, so check here often in October to find recipes and more. Today, we look at Ethiopia. The basis for Ethiopian cuisine is injera, a large flatbread that has a sponge-like texture similar to a pancake. Here's more about injera and how it's made:
By Martin Nanawa, ChildFund Philippines
Rosemary was sure she knew how to raise her children in a healthy way. She knew to feed them good food, and she knew to work hard so she could feed her five children well. When she could afford it, she would put meat on the table. "Rich children have meat all the time, and none of them are malnourished," she believed.
Like many mothers in the Philippines, Rosemary thought expensive food was nutritious for her children. That's why, as a washerwoman, she would accept as many wash loads as she could. But hand-washing laundry from neighbors in a largely low-income community doesn't yield Rosemary much profit, and often, she found herself barely able to put food on the table, much less the variety that she believed was good for her children.
ChildFund established a "Supervised Neighborhood Play" (SNP) site in her community in 2011, which taught community members about early childhood development — emphasizing nutrition, activities and parenting methods that help infants and toddlers develop healthy cognitive, emotional, social and physical skills. In Rosemary's village, her sister's front porch was the SNP center. She did not need much convincing to enroll her youngest three children.
But her excitement about this opportunity soon turned to shock when she learned that her children were malnourished. All three were underweight, Rosemary discovered at a weight and growth monitoring session.
But Rosemary's anxious questions were answered by the SNP volunteers, who were trained by ChildFund. She learned that she didn't need to attempt to feed her children food that she couldn't afford. In fact, the most nutritious food she could give her children was relatively inexpensive and widely available: moringa leaves, okra, squash, water spinach and string beans. These vegetables easily grow in the Philippines and are the prime ingredients or additives in many simple dishes.
Rosemary was thrilled to have this information.
"I was excited to try the nutritious dishes I learned to prepare at SNP parenting sessions," she says. And instead of buying vegetables at the market, the SNP program helped her start her own backyard vegetable plot by providing her with the seedlings she needed. Meanwhile, her children were also given vitamin supplements to hasten their recovery. Growing her own vegetables helps Rosemary defray food expenses, allowing her to better support her elder two sons in school.
Enrolling her children in home-based ECD services has proved pivotal to Rosemary's family.
"My children are learning, and staying healthy," she says. "I'm excited to see them growing taller."
As our blog series visits Mexico today, one of our staff members tells the story of how one woman never gave up on sponsoring a child.
By Adriana Villarreal Bernal
ChildFund Mexico
I've always been told that in order to transcend or to make your life worthwhile you have to plant a tree, write a book or give life to a baby. I've worked for four years for ChildFund and I have realized that life is meaningful even if you haven't done any of those three.
Let me share with you a story:
I recently went to a workshop to share ChildFund International's work in Mexico. A woman participating at the workshop decided to sponsor a boy. After two weeks, the boy's family decided to move to the United States hoping for better opportunities.
Still wanting to show her support to the organization, the woman then asked to sponsor another boy. Again, after two weeks, the boy's family decided to move to the United States looking for more options in life.
I couldn't believe it! The woman was terribly disappointed, but I persuaded her to sponsor another child. This time she sponsored a girl.
This girl had the exact same name as the woman's daughter, who had passed away three months before. The woman took that as a sign to do more than sponsor a child. She decided to give her new sponsored girl the toys, the computer and all of the things that had belonged to her own daughter, as well as the money the family had saved for her college education.
These events moved me deeply, which made me think that life works in mysterious ways. You never know how or when you will be someone else's life-changing opportunity.
For more information on our work in Mexico, click here.
More on Mexico:
Population: 111.2 million
ChildFund beneficiaries: More than 120,000 children and families
Did You Know?: At nearly 2,000 miles, the border between Mexico and the United States is the second-longest in the world. At No. 1 is the border between the United States and Canada.
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To spice things up a bit, we thought we'd share a classic recipe from Mexico that we published in a calendar nearly 20 years ago.
Tlayudas Con Aciento
The tlayuda is simply an oversize tortilla. It is 12 inches in diameter. It resembles a tostada.
1 (or more) tlayudas
1 tbsp. aciento (bacon drippings)
Green or red hot sauce
Oaxaqueño cheese (Monterey Jack or any other you'd prefer)
Shredded lettuce or cabbage
Refried beans
Directions: Spread the tlayudas with the aciento, then with the refried beans. Then put on the hot sauce. Add melted or grated cheese. Heat in a greased pan on the top of your stove or grill. Top with lettuce or cabbage. Spanish rice can accompany the tlayudas.
What's next: We pay a visit to Cambodia, ChildFund's newest work site.


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Date of Stay: May, 2007
We were very disappointed with this campground. Our site was horribly unlevel. The bathrooms were filthy and there was trash everywhere. Kids ran wild. There was minimal parental supervision. The pools were unsafe due to rough housing. There was a serious incident where one teen almost drown. For all of the previous reviews we expected a much better experience.
Date of Stay: April, 2007
After reading some reviews on this site, we were excited about camping here. A very nice campground. The staff was very nice. They were a little over the top with the religious stuff. At times it got a little cult-like creepy. The facilities were very nice with the exception of the bathrooms. Dirty. Dirty. Dirty. Also $9.95/day for WiFi is excessive.
Date of Stay: October, 2006
A nice basic campground. Not too flashy but clean and welcoming. We'll be back.
Date of Stay: May, 2006
We had perfect weather to attend a rally. The campground was clean. The sites, however, were no where near level. We had a full hook-up site they said was pull thru and could handle a 30ft. trailer. There were so many trees around it was like going through a maze. I ended up scraping the side of my trailer on a tree. Also, the sewer line backed up. Very frustrating!


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WASHINGTON, Thursday—I walked into my room at the White House this morning and looked out of the window. The beauty of the old magnolia tree made me gasp. The blossoms are at their very best and they are perfectly beautiful, bigger than any magnolia blossoms I know anywhere else. A small tree stands next to the old tree and the blossoms on that are just as big. I always think of the two as being like brothers, the older one shelters the younger one temporarily, but the young one is growing up straight and tall, ready to carry on when the older one goes.
Mrs. Somerville and I had an amusing experience on the train yesterday. I had made no reservation and had so many bags that I wanted a seat in the Pullman, but there were no seats to be had. A very kind gentleman dashed up and offered his stateroom, but I was not planning to take anybody else's accommodations.
The rather worried conductor finally offered us seats in a dead-end Pullman. He left us there and we had just settled ourselves comfortably, when we were discovered by a brakeman who was walking through from the rear of the train. He gave us one look and remarked, "Don't you ladies know you may be cut off at Harmon?"
We said we didn't know and so, with great courtesy, he offered to find out and be absolutely sure, adding that he'd "hate to see us left there by mistake." We looked for an adventure in Harmon, but everything went quite smoothly and we landed safely in the Grand Central Station.
My real adventure came when I tried to find my son, Franklin, Jr., who was supposed to dine with me. A series of difficulties kept him from dinner, but we finally did go to see "The Two Bouquets" together and enjoyed it very much. There are some charming scenes and the costumes add enormously to the action of the play. The two plays I've seen this week cannot be considered anything but light entertainment, but both are well suited to a summer evening.
This morning I went to the 4—H Club encampment and was impressed by the handcraft work which was being taught and also by the quality of the youth to be found in this group. I take my hat off to Young America always, but, at the moment, I am deeply impressed by Young America from the rural communities.


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Today I was just telling a story of my late dog, Astro, and how one time I believe that he was acting pretty defensive. Whether it was just fearfulness or he was just being naturally defensive I am not sure, but at the time it was comical and when I remember it I smile anyway. :)
The story is is that we had a routine where my dog and I would walk to the stables on our farm. He was off leash. There's this ditch where the run off water flows to the dam and on top of the ditch one day the tractor bucket was left there. It never used to be there before. When Astro saw it he froze, the fur on his back rose a little, and he uttered a short deep, gruff bark, then he charged toward the bucket to investigate. I just kept walking, keeping a close eye on him, and yes, I did giggle a bit. :p As soon as he reached it and sniffed it he relaxed and pranced back to me, all satisfied with himself. He was a couple of months short from being two years old.
So was he being fearful and nervy, or was he just reacting naturally to something that was different to his environment/routine?
I recovered some photos of him but it's not great quality, sorry!
Sounds like a pretty average reaction - the fact that he noticed, went to investigate without hesitation, and relaxed once he figured out the tractor bucket was nothing to worry about shows a pretty well balanced, clear-headed, dog.
Nervy/fearful would be freezing in place and refusing to move forward. Or running up to the bucket all hackles and teeth, barking his head fool off, growling at the bucket, lunging at it but never really getting too close, keeping up the defensive barking even though the bucket is completely inanimate (and by now, he should have figured out what the big object was, and relaxed).
So a good reaction for seeing something new in a completely unexpected setting.
A really strong nerved reaction would have been becoming alert, and casually trotting up to the bucket to check it out, or carrying on as normal, but occasionally looking at the bucket until he was close enough to recognize the object and then ignoring it.
But his reaction was not a bad one, probably pretty average.
PS: hope your dog liked swimming, otherwise might have been a challenge to clean him up from that last pic!
When i put up my christmas tree tyson stormed in the living room and gave it a few good barks, then he backed off and acted nervous about it until he got over himself.
He is "nervy" tho about certain things,
I think castelmaid is right.
Yeah, I didn't think he was being too nervy. But good to hear that it was a normal reaction. It's just funny how some people think a dog's action is brave and then another group think it's being all timid and scared. It's interesting. :)
I will agree here, and just add that I'd prefer the dog do less of a charge and more of just a cautious approach, but that is just personal preference. He sounds like a sturdy dog to say the least. And the pic of a clean Astro peering over his shoulder is a perfect capture. I'm a sable lover through and through, but that is an absolutely beautiful GSD.
Suspicion. Seger did thinks like this as a puppy to new things. Bags of garbage, big trucks, stump in the woods, etc.
dog was aware and recognized something out of place in his environment , abnormal in his familiar routine . His reaction may , (probably not) have been the same , if he had been walking along a lane-way not "his" environment and seen the bucket which would have been part of the background.
He made noise to see what reaction this "thing" would have, charge at him or retreat . When nothing happened he went to have a closer look . Wasn't worried or phased by it.
This is the sort of experience a dog would be tested with in the Swedish mentality tests.
Sounds like a good dog.
I am interested on how these Swedish mentality tests work.
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Just to let you know why I joined... I have inherited a BMW 1994 E36 320i 2 door convertible from my brother. It has been standing for a year or so and is a little mouldy, however I can imagine it to be a great car with a little TLC.
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