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Let me write you a poem.
A poem so great Bukowski would give me a hats off-
And hand me a beer.
A poem so well-written, John Mayer would play me a
Tribute song with his guitar.
Let me bring Shakespeare to shame-
Let me write you sonnets one and two,
Three, Four and maybe
Five hundred.
Let the only alliteration be that of our laughter,
As we exchange puns and stories.
Let the words "I love you" be an understatement.
Let us be the Paradox – and let the popcorn munching crowd watch us with awe.
Let the touching of our lips write Concrete poems.
Let your embraces warm me with Haikus.
Chase me through Couplets where we are the only couple.
Let the only Dramatic Monologue be that within my palpitating heart.
Wrap me with imagery-
Shower me with smiles and similes.
Be the Free Verse,
Be the Epic poem,
Be the Ghazal poetry drunkards wrote to their loved ones…
Be the hero in my Heroic couplets,
Be the one.
Just let me write you a poem-
Where your name is the only repeated term.
Where the only irony is the twist of fate that brought us together.
Where the only onomatopoeia is the ROAR of your rusty car's engine.
Where we stand like Oxymorons- contradictory but side by side.
Just let me write you a poem.
Or a novel
Or a play
Or a song-
Let me write you something.
Copyright © Maya Kaabour | Year Posted 2010
A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.
Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away... slowly.
Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
Well what should I write about tonight?
Should I write about what I did today?
Should I write about my shoelaces?
Should I write about doing laundry?
Or Should I write about what I'd like for breakfast tomorrow?
Maybe I should ramble about how the school day went.
Maybe I should complain about my room being dirty.
Maybe I should name off the food in my kitchen.
Or Maybe I should just talk about my hair.
I wanna talk about what I'm learning on guitar.
I wanna speak out about my inner issues.
I wanna yell a crazy rant.
I just wanna blow off some steam.
I wish I could take a bath with a girl right now.
I wish I would've finished my homework.
I wish I could shoot ice from my finger tips
I just wish I had some soda to quench my thirst.
There are so many things I could say right now!
But I just can't seem to decide.
I'd probably get some pretty weird looks
If I told you what's all bottled up inside.
I'm everywhere and nowhere in my head
Ideas and thoughts bouncing left and right.
Too bad I can't seem to think of anything.
I was really wanting to get some feelings out tonight.
Do I need to shave in the morning?
Should I go to the music store after school?
Why didn't I grab matching socks?
What does the weekend have in store?
I wish I had something to write about.
Any Ideas?
Eh, I'll think of something tomorrow night.
Copyright © Captain Dan | Year Posted 2009
Sometimes I watch the rhythm of the stars
to foretell things not present yet to come
like weather men predict rain, sleet, or snow
the skies send futurity through my thoughts
Im just a man; no more...
yawning dreams of yesterday...
before yesterday occurred
I sleep with time that tease thoughts of tomorrow
a pinch of fate sometimes is all it takes
to witness how the world will wield and break
with humble breath my heart conforms puzzles I preach
believe or not I write to you a theme
that came to me while yawning dreams of yesterday
before yesterday occurred
ill animals plague man to man
the floors of earth will shake beds as they sleep
our moon will tell the sun to low the fire
a scorching heat upon the heads of most...
to top it off the waters will devour souls that weep
without an arc the mystery cuts like a knife
untamed and innocent life
Doth thou light speakth more?
free countries greed with war!
believe or not I write to you a theme
with ink purchased in 1896.
Inside a shallow space I said hello
to me, myself and I and loneliness
secluded see the day does not exist
without a social kiss
with isolation my shape forms a shadow
that darkness only see..
Hibernating inside walls I hide my hands
friends of none my life a shelf of books that bend
I speak again with silent echoes
inside of walls that hide my hands
my ears hear sounds of company
as even birds place feathers of concern atop my released roof
sincerely, Herald Hermit
Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2006
As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.
I see my fair Spanish lady
my daring, sweet rose with thorns,
That run up and down her spine.
As she stops in the daily parade
Waving at the peasants,
She looks at me and summons her guards
Too take me away.
Her beauty is unbearable.
I cannot take not being with her
For a single moment in my life.
Her hair,
Black like coal,
Her smile is bright, as the first rays of the Red Sun
In the dawn.
Her lips painted with ruby lipstick,
her silk laced dress and shawl wrap around her,
Like a beautiful butterfly in her cocoon.
Her skin of olive, dark color and her green eyes.
My God, those sweet and piercing green eyes
Oh, how they hit my soul and make me shiver with excitment.
She is intoxicating and I am intoxicated in her beauty.
She is like an angel, a Latina beauty who walks the streets paved gold,
As I walk the cracked, cobblestone walkways.
She shines in the Spanish sun, like a dimoand in the ruff
As you blow the dust off her sweet brow,
she glows and sparkles with extordinary excellence.
She is beautiful and sweet and kind.
She loves me, but her father minds.
I am only a peasant, and she royalty.
Can our love ever be together in one holy matrimony?
I pray to the Lord, of all that is good,
Please give me a sign that she loves me.
Soon a storm came over,
blowing me down to the ground
And a cloud of dust swallowed me whole.
A great Conquistador on a great white stallion
pulled me up and told me that she wanted to see me.
I shacked with nervous of joy as I followed the warrior.
She was there, under a palm tree
Near a beautiful beach in Barcelona.
She smiled and a glow covered me with passion.
I hugged her and kissed her upon her sweet lips.
I tasted virginity and she tasted loyalty.
We both tasted beauty and harmony.
As the warrior left us,
We made love upon a vigin white sheet,
Soon covered with a flowing river of red.
She moaned with exticy and love was in the air.
The Ode to my sweet Spaniad, Mi Corazon!
We lay there in each others arms
Looking up at a clear night sky
The twilight glimmered ever so softly
And a shooting star blazed across the sky
I kissed her and she kissed me.
I whispered in her, "My love forever"
And she pushed me back upon the sheets
and we made sweet and ever lasting love again.
As we looked in each other's almond colored eyes.
I said to her, in a soft voice, Mi Corazon.
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
My Mother caring about all five in different ways
Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays
My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John.
music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !
Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "
My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food
the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion
Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?
Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee
No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .
Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `
Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones ,
scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
~ That is the Family I Love ,
that is the Family I choose to miss ~
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
Invisible chap
Bearded egomaniac
Probably not real
Dating a beautiful redhead girl will be the greatest moment of my life. She's like an Irish princess, even better. Her hair is so red, it's as if she's on fire. Her beautiful eyes are like a pair of emerald gems when I look at them. And her pale skin is as beautiful as pure, white snow. It seems to me that all attractive redheads are amazing, and most of all, they're down to Earth. This redhead is also like a beautiful, Irish Princess, even from the Emerald Isle (Ireland). I never dated an attractive redheaded girl before, but it's about time that I did. Plus, there are other beautiful redheads who are famous, like Kay and Danielle Panabaker, Emma Stone, Hayley Williams, Lindsay Lohan, Lily Cole, and others. Not to mention Julienne Moore, even though she's happily married. I wouldn't mind dating a beautiful redhead, but she has to be from the U.S. or Ireland. She's like that redheaded warrior from Brave. She'll be my Irish Princess one day (Irish girlfriend), and I'll be her American prince (American beau). I say, if I were to get into a serious relationship with this attractive redhead, I won't break her heart; I'd also be honest and truthful to her. I know that female redheads are sensitive and I also know that she doesn't want to be brokenhearted. All I know is that if I fall in love with a redhead girl and I become infatuated with her, there's just no telling.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2013
Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?
From the Gardens of Babylon,
to the walkways of Palestina,
to the grand temples of Jerusalism,
to the sandy beaches of Syria and Cyprus.
Went my Persian Queen riding,
upon her golden, firery chariot.
Her black hair, like silk long and flowing.
Her royal robes white and purple, bare and pure.
Her sword by her side, ready to strike.
Her spear fastened, ready to stab the dreeded heart
of the Fire Dragon.
On the firery chariot, riding with her armies,
Went my Perisan Queen.
O, how my arimes fight your armies,
in the midst of night fall, under a full moon.
Let us stop this foolish fighting.
And have fellow brother, love fellow brother.
And so we can fall in love forever.
And don't act like you don't show love for me.
I see you in the dawns, standing upon the sand covered battlefields.
Standing proud behind your armies.
With your black hair flowing.
You almost making me want not to fight the battle of the Day,
for if you were killed, what victory would that be then?
You pull your armies back at the last minute, before I am slayed
by your fellow brother in arms.
You retreat your arimes back over the hills, not in fear of losing the day,
but in fear of losing me.
You and your armies had plenty of chances to kill me, yet you do not.
My Persian Queen, O come now.
Come down from your firery chariot
and into my restless arms.
I know you are tired
and wanting to sleep.
Listen to the nightingale
sing her love song.
Drinking the sweet necture,
from the gardens, in your vase Persian Empire.
Come now, and kiss me,
Hold me, let us ride,
far from the simple minds of the Old World
and fall in love in a New.
My Persian Queen
O how I love you so much.
I cannot bare to see you in a life you don't want to live.
Come let I, your Knight in shinning armour liberate you.
Take you by the hand, run through the great bazzare in Old Istanbul
running away from the Janissaries of your father's Imperial armies.
Let us leave this place of hate and sorrow.
To start our lives a new.
My Persian Queen,
Now dressed in silk lace,
with golden jewlery hanging
from your beautiful and tender neck.
Along with the silver pattened belt around your harmonial waist.
It is time for you, to come with me.
No more shall we act like we dispise one another.
As Romeo and Juliet's love failed,
shall our love take course, and we shall love
till the oceans swallow the earth, the mountains crumble,
and the Sun engulf the sweet Earth.
And on and on shall our love go on,
My adorable and lovely Persian Queen.
God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.
What I do to deserve this heartbreak,
this horrid and unnatural pain,
this cleche of events that strike me simultaneously
as the time ticks away,
and as the grinning faces pierce a whole through my soul
and my heart turns pale and slowly beats.
My heart is torn in two,
and I cannot find the doctors to stich me up.
I ask an old man,
how does love go about,
he smaked me in the face and went on.
The pain and the sorrow,
it is too much to feel,
too much to gain in one serving,
When I eat, I taste posion, not passion,
familiar faces turn grey, with ruby eyes and sharp fangs
they hiss at me, like a cat to a mouse.
I don't understand why I deserve this.
I am a good man,
who loves with open arms and a big heart.
With every hug I give,
I recieve a knife of betrayal in my back,
I feel the blood ooze from my open wounds,
suicidal tendencies roll through my mine,
but I quickly throw them out,
because Mama didn't raise no coward.
I see the blow, I clench my fists
and swing away,
God cries wanting to stop this madness,
Death laughs and soon joins in,
people join in and punch away.
I lay there on the concret blood everywhere,
my heart torn out of my chest,
each with a thousand knives stabbed in it,
as it slowly beats,
I lay their on the pavement,
looking up to the heavenly skies,
and as it starts to rain droplets of hope
I ask myself,
What did I do to deserve this?
Then, I shall close my eyes
and rest for awhile.
Inspired by all the betrayal and heartbreak I've faced, by so many cowards who didn't want to recieve my love. People I had thought who were my friends, came with invitations of humiliation and hate, and now I see who my real friends are; this pen and paper... Have a good day.
P.S. No one should ever be shown this much betrayal and heartbreak. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Have a good day!
The body: sacred
We're all made in God's image
Hence... circumcision?
A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.
Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.
Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.
Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.
What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.
My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.
Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.
I slip my headphones on, and I begin dreaming,
my desk is my alter, and the Heavens is what I'm seeing.
My pen is the bridge, and this paper is the gate,
writer's block is the pad lock, the only thing in the way.
I click open my pen, and begin to release from within,
my blood runs as deep the ink, and washes away my sins.
My thoughts are the cross, and my burdens act like a wreath.
Razor sharp thorns cut me, as I'm trying to catch my breath.
My enemies are the whips, hitting me in the back,
tying me down with chains, just to get a little laugh.
My lyrics are my message, what got me here in the first place.
My mind is my shovel, digging the hole to bury my scarred face.
Then the beat stops, and I wake up from my trance,
I hit replay and try again, I only got one chance.
I'm giving it my all, but at least I'll always know one thing,
I'm Irreplaceable.
The track starts again, and I slip back into my sleep.
My pen is my gun and the paper is my enemies.
Writers block is my holding cell, and the key is my mind,
my mind is the problem, because it locks itself up all the time.
The beat is my pulse, slowing down before it drops,
then picking up the pace, while adrenaline does it's job.
My words are the bullets, penetrating your skin,
your body is still intact, but you're shattered within.
The lead is the streets, giving me countless ways to go,
the eraser gives me the ability, to never leave my home.
Every word is a stray bullet, it'll connect it won't.
My enemies are my targets, I either hit 'em or I don't.
But I'll keep shooting, until this lead goes dull,
I'm giving it my all, but at least I'll always know one thing,
I'm Irreplaceable.
Copyright © Aaron Guttery | Year Posted 2013
At one point in my life i was an artist
I used to paint and draw
Covering a piece of paper
In beautiful colors
And my art told a story
The sort of story you couldn't talk about
I used to go to school every day
Showing up late
Wasn't something I'd do
But i dropped out
Leaving my education behind
I played the bass guitar
In a band called
The Nocturnal
My fingers ran against that bass
Pure magic
The sound of the gods
Setting out to destroy the world
Pure Punk straight from Seattle
At one point i was clean
Sober and pure like a new born baby
Falling further into
What you now call
Screwing up my veins
with every shot of herion
Killing my brain cells
With every joint i smoked
Clogging up my nose
With every pill you could have known
I used to write lyrics
About my life
My childhood
I used to write journals
The ones you read in the book
that was published of me
I got up on that stage every night
As i was
Nothing fake
Nothing glamourous
Only a few scars
One shot of heroin
Come as you are
The words only speak for
Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2012
I'm far too busy can't you see
Too busy to write poetry
So please forgive this silly rhyme
I really do not have the time
To write an epic verse or three
I'm far too busy can't you see
So many things I have to do
And all by yesterday, it's true
Then as the day comes to a close
I collapse into a chair and doze
And if I dream more poetry
I'll place it here for you to see
Before this day comes to it's end
I'll give you some advice my friend
Use every moment that's the key
I'm far too busy can't you see?
Thanks for the inspiration - you know who you are :)
Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2010
I stand solo, aloof in the snow, a precipitation
of words cascading from a nebulous eye
Fathoms wide, forever dripping like wax onto
a punctured paper serving a Sanskrit sky,
and spreading into sibilant sentences swiftly
sliding from syllable sorcery to soulful serenades
so silent in the shunting shout of white. Poetry
fills a churning void where novels cannot wade,
Phrases solidifying into idolisation of emotion
itself, isolation of the isometric individuality that so
Crushes my keeling cavern of thought, ever
careering from caustic career path to another new low,
Which so seems to crumble into crazy paving's
counterpart. In this first freeze-frame we can all grasp
A fraction of the familiar, oh so fractured by the
fumbling nature of enforced form. Freed by the gasp
Of a photo-opportunity glowing phosphorescent
with firsts, I am no longer framed by the festering
Constraints of non-fiction, and folding my fond
farewells carefully, I hesitantly face a vision pestering
Me, fearing the fiend that would open maw and
gnaw beneath my feet, evoking an avalanche of the
Vernacular, but I am further past this unfed
existence now, loosened from the fickle friendship of a
Winter thaw. Focus not your gaze on the grinding
gauze of the greats, for the pressing pestilence of
Perishable poetry is elsewhere pondering its parallels
in posturing and post-modern pining for forlorn love.
Praise no other; I am poetry.
The city has everything anyone can dream of: public transportation (city buses, trains/subways, and taxi cabs), theaters, parks, hotels, and restaurants; not to mention downtown apartments. All of the cities are the largest metropolitan areas that never sleep. Living in the city is like being a part of the essence of urban living. And when he or she's in the city for a concert or another event, they won't want to leave it behind; they just want to stay there. It looks like I'm not the only one who's a city person; it's everyone else, too. The U.S. has multiple cities, and so does the rest of the world (Beijing, Rome, Paris, Toronto, or wherever). No mater what city are these people from, they're all part of the urban society. To be honest, I've always wanted to reside in the city: New York City, Seattle, Washington, Atlanta, Georgia, Kansas City, Missouri, London, U.K., Los Angeles, California, or Toronto, Ontario, Canada. I see all cities with brand new buildings in the year 2065, and I also see aliens or any other life form interacting with the humans in the futuristic city, as well. If the city's ready for me and I plan on residing in one of them for a long time, that would be great.
Love cannot bloom,
love cannot go on,
love cannot persue it dreams,
love cannot be what it is meant to be,
love cannot be where it is supposed to be,
if love doesn't have two hearts.
Love needs two hearts to be true,
Like water to a dried rose
makes it bloom in spring weather
with such glory and beauty.
Love cannot be true if one heart
doesn't love the other.
Care, trust, honesty and loyalty
in love it has no boundaries,
it has no color, it has no age,
like a fine wine or an aged whiskey
it grows better with time.
But love cannot fullfill without the other half.
If a woman loves man,
let her love him,
if you love me,
than love me, but if my heart is gone
and cannot be found in such relation with you
then I must halt, till my heart comes around.
If it never does show with the first light of morning,
then it wasn't meant to be with thee.
Come now, do not shed a tear for me,
a simple heathin, who cries havoc
when something doesn't go his way.
Do not cry, do not shed your one of a kind tears
for a souless man, for a heartless man like I,
but do not blame me,
if my heart cannot be found.
Love needs two hearts,
not one or the other can survive
without each other.
Love is patient, love is kind,
but with ever lover comes another.
And we will all fall in great and deep love,
be intoxicated with each other,
and our sweet kisses that God himself would shed a tear
for such beauty that still exisits.
Love needs two hearts,
you cannot have one, without the other.
I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.
Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.
Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.
Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.
I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.
And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.
As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.
As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.
I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.
I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.
And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.
And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.
He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.
And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.
Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.
She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.
I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.
I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.
The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.
Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;
But we still all cry,
Somber tears all fall in one big wave
crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.
A single kiss from thy lovely lips,
so sweet and so divine,
yet I taste posion upon your tongue.
Your beauty so glorious,
like a blooming rose so beautiful,
yet, why do mine eyes go blind
in the sight that you walk along with another?
Yes you, walk with another,
arm under arm,
lips touching lips in romantic kisses,
it makes my blood boil,
for mine lips are dry.
For mine eyes have seen your glory,
yet no one here listens to my story.
You are evil, yes you are,
don't try to deny,
Listen to a man of experience,
you might as well save some expense.
I write of our long romantic walks
we took together, under the shade of olive trees,
how we went apple picking in autumn time,
and made love in the foyer.
Nomore of that sweet and passionate love,
nomore silent kisses in the night,
when the wind blows hard against the branches,
that tape violently on my windowpane.
Nomore somber tears shed, when you got sick,
and nomore warm embraces when you shed tears of betrayal.
Betrayal now is a game played by a fool,
such as I,
to think I'd have a happy life with you?
Huh, only a fool would think such a thing,
but now I sit, looking at the foyer,
where we once made sweet, passionate love,
nomore will that foyer be filled with exotic pleasure.
Nomore will you be filled with smiles and exotic pleasure.
I've done my job, as a good man shall do,
now pack your things and get of my stage,
the spotlight yawns for anew,
and the audience grows tired and restless of you.
Now I live life anew,
you too shall see life in new eyes,
walking hand and hand with the blond, blue eyed devil
you call your own.
Shall he take one kiss from your lips,
and die of the posion he tastes on your tongue,
shall he go blind, when he sees your true, black beauty?
He will see the ugly soul, covered up by white rags,
and cheap makeup,
and then he will come to me,
and shake my hand in condolence
and say, "You were right!"
Now you are all alone,
looking for another, as you did many times before,
Now you are alone, walking an open road,
spying on another,
fear of being alone.
Now, you see when you play games with a good man's emotions,
don't try it,
because a good man is not meant to be toyed with.
I am dead without my love.
It is simple as that.
I cannot breath without her,
I cannot eat without her,
I cannot write without her.
I cannot live without my love,
I am dead without my love.
I cannot prosper without her warm embrace,
I cannot think without her by my side.
always thinking of her, sharing her love I once had,
with another.
My heart breaks,
and my mind is gone.
I weap... I weap...
I cannot handle the betrayal of my once love.
I am stuck, sitting in dark corners of dark rooms,
staring at blank walls, thinking of what once was.
Her beauty,
her smile,
the laughs shared, and the tears we weaped together.
Holding hands, you and I, walking down sandy beaches,
and beautiful highways, full of love.
How we sat on park benches and kissed the night away.
I cannot believe you are gone, with another.
I did what I could,
I loved you endless time on my hand.
Our time spent together was special and near to the heart.
Do not expect for that happiness to come again.
For that has sailed, to far East, to the rising of the new day.
But, I cannot live one more day without my love.
For what I had with her is unexplainable and beautiful beyond definition.
I have seen the wayward signs point me to the direction of you.
But when we see each other, you don't spare a passing glance,
as if I was a ghost, an invisible man, like air.
That is when my heart breaks, torn in two, I cannot see me without you.
Walk with another, shall I go, now this without you.
For she is my everything, beauty and nature.
She is my rose, my violet, my nightingale singing her songs, in the twilight.
She is the sky, the sun, the moon, the trees, the grass.
She is everything to me.
She is even the summer storms and Winter blizzards that roll in and destroy,
beauty and harmony.
I cannot live without my love, for she is my one and only.
I do not like to beg, but love me once again and live with me forever.
For you know and I know, and the world knows,
That I cannot live without you,
I cannot live without my love,
For I am dead without my love.
Why! I write because it helps to release some of my feelings,
It's a way of me attending to my heart which is healing.
I write because it comes naturally especially when I'm stressed,
I think its at that time i write at my best.
I write to feel free and to be strong so i can fight ,
to find my place in this world and overcome lonely nights.
I write because i want to prevent this pain,
to help my mind from going insane.
Why i write, because of you.
Yes you!
Your looking at your self because you don't have a clue.
Right now i can tell your mind is way pass the clouds and lost in the blue.
Why i write, because i want you to see things in my life,
how its hurt when i got stabbed by a knife.
Why i write, not because i want you to only read and look out for rhymes,
because reading and understanding is important at times.
Why i write, to help tell about mine and other love tales,
to show you how easy a strong relationship fails.
Why i write, not to be in this spot light,
but its because i am RYO the Poem "Black Knight".
So i really careless what people might think.
I am the poet putting words don't with the ink.
I am out of your league also your range.
I am not surprised cause this isn't strange.
Don't ask this question again ' Why i Write'.
Copyright © Jameel Trowers | Year Posted 2013
Stimulating ideas pop into your head
You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper
It looks like you're outtah luck…no wonder you're drowning in dread
You need a shoulder to lie your head down for a moment's rest…
You need a helper…to aid you while you struggle emotionally…
I'm not trying to irritate you purposely
Try with all your might…try your best
To stay optimistic and fervent
I believe that you'll pass the test
Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant
I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook…
Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter…
I'm a rotten mess – you're leaving me as if I'm an uninteresting book
Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don't mean to bother…
But, you're like no other . . .
You're like a mat – you're constantly stepped on…
I'm like YOUR unwanted tool –
I stepped on you and
Pushed your buttons
I accused you of being the fool
When, in fact, I'm the fool by your side…
You're drifting…pushing me aside…
I'm writing words of truth though –
Expressing how much I'm fond of you
I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee
At times, you do say things without thinking
I'm the god of distress –
You're leaving me breathless
Cutting me down like I'm some decaying tree
You don't see how much you make me…
Guilty for your crimes
Taking the blame about the hundredth time
At times, I feel that I'm awkward when I'm around you
You're like a backpack – you carry everyone's weight…
You're like a sponge – soaking in our stress
I'm a distraction to you – you're wasting valuable time…but don't hesitate
I'm writing words of self-centered feelings – logic doesn't exist…
But these feelings aren't as bad as committing a crime
These feelings come and go – I just had to confess
I didn't mean to screw up your progress…
Hey, if you need a few sheets of paper to right on,
Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might
It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on
Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night
When you wrote those words on my notebook…
It made my day…you're such a delight
Like reading a fascinating, classic book
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013
Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....
When a man cries himself to sleep,
it is a sad sight to see,
tears roll off his cheek
and onto his bed sheets and pillow case.
When you hear his somber cries,
you can feel his pain
when he wimpers like a child who treds in fear.
No one knows what they do to a man
when they play with his emotions,
lead him on,
take advantage of him.
They don't know what they do to an innocent man
looking for love.
They break his heart that is full of love,
they stab him in the back
when he needs them at his most vulnerable moment
they laugh at him, and tease him,
Do they know what they do to a man?
They slowly kill a man, who just wants a simple kiss on the lips,
they kill a dreamer, a good man, with a big heart.
They drive a man to his bed,
with tears running down his face
and force him to dream of nightmares.
When a man cries himself to sleep,
it is that saddest thing to see.
Goodnight and sweet dreams...
Ne dusle senle gecti yillar
Ne hikayeler senle yasadik birlikte
Bir gun yakin asik
Bir gun yabanci
Omur goctu boyle
Sanki sen dusman bana
Hep birlikte yasanan yillara
Kusmusun sevdasin boylesine
Soframdan tat almayan sen
Yeni bir damak tadi bulan ben
Sanki bilmem mi gecmisimi
Hic bitmeyen yanardag ofkeni
Ve siddetini yasadikca seni
Unuttum desem unutsam desem
Sevgimle ortsem desem
Ayni bitmeyen ofke
Ne yapsam bilemem
Bu nasil hastalik bende
Iksiri zehir kendim
Copyright © reyhan yucebay | Year Posted 2013


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It's hard to believe, but the Marshall Tucker Band's first album took a year to become a success.
Who: The Marshall Tucker Band, with Medusa Stone
When: 8 p.m. doors, 9 p.m. show, Friday, Jan. 25
Where: Brooklyn Arts Center, 516 N. Fourth St., Wilmington
Tickets: $27.50-$45
Details: 538-2939 or www.BrooklynArtsNC.com
It's hard to believe, but the Marshall Tucker Band's first album took a year to become a success. The 1973 self-titled release bears radio staples "Take the Highway" and the great Southern rock gem "Can't You See." The latter is the one Doug Gray, MTB's only remaining founding member, didn't sing on originally. It was the creation of founding member Toy Caldwell.
"Toy had that voice where he could scream it out, testifying at the same time," Gray said. "He would have that immediate brain thing and I would write it down. It wasn't completely all written out so I wrote some stuff. He'd say, 'No, sing it like this.' I said, 'I can't do that. This is your song to sing.'?"
Forty years later the song has taken on a life of its own, appearing in numerous movies and maintaining a particular communication with an audience. Both engaging and thematically resonant, "Can't You See" is timeless. It's also a live staple for contemporary acts like the Zac Brown Band. One of that band's guitarists, Clay Cook, is Gray's nephew.
"I remember Toy walking in saying, 'I got this song,'" Gray said. "I'm really proud of it. I know Toy's two daughters are extremely proud of it. Even though he's gone, that memory will linger on."
Touring behind the album, Gray recalls the band playing Kenny's Castaways in New York City to about 40 people. A month later the band was opening for The Allman Brothers at Madison Square Garden and would open for them for the next three years.
"Our main goal was to go out and make people realize we weren't just standing up there to take their money and show off," Gray said. "We're there for a reason, to take them away for awhile."
The Spartanburg, S.C., band kept its original lineup for nine years, until everyone walked away after bassist Tommy Caldwell died in a car crash.
"That made it hard for us to continue on," Gray said. "The guys said, 'It don't feel right without Tommy.' And it didn't."
Caldwell went his own way and Gray didn't really contemplate going solo, though he did record a solo album that didn't see release until a few years ago.
"I only did it to fill my time trying to grieve over Tommy's death," Gray said.
With trepidation, Gray continued the band and has done so ever since.
MTB has released something, new material or a live album, just about every year the band has been around. They started Ramblin' Records to protect and preserve the band's catalog and still perform about 150 dates a year.
The band's music, a mixture of rock, country, jazz and blues, has left a legacy beyond songs. Shows present a generational picture, with fans of far-ranging ages. Teenagers approach the band after a show and inquire about their latest record.
"That's a good feeling. As long as I'm alive I'll be up on that stage," Gray said. "Some girl told me the other day, 'I'm 25 and my dad and grandma both showed me pictures of them with you. Now I've got one with you.'?"
2013 is a year of anniversaries – 20 since Caldwell's passing, 40 since the band's first album – something that's not lost on Gray, who still feels the presence of his friends before taking the stage. He still gets nervous, and takes a few minutes alone before going on.
"All of it feels a little strange," he said, "every night feels strange. I think I gather strength from those guys."
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A Model of Boundedly Rational Consumer Choice - An Agent Based Appraoch
The paper presents an extended version of the consumer choice problem. Different from the standard model, prices are not fixed but arise from Walrasian interactions of total demand and a stylized supply function for each of the goods. Three different types of evolutionary algorithms are set up to answer the question whether agents can learn to solve the problem of extended consumer choice. There are three important answers to this question: a) The quality of the results learned crucially depends on the elasticity of supply, which in turn is shown to be a measure of the degree of state dependency of the economic problem. b) It seems to be relatively easy to adhere to the budget constraint, but relatively difficult to reach an optimum with marginal utility per Dollar being equal for each good. c) Agents equipped with some memory are found to perform notably better than agents without memory.
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Trisha Newell figured if she called 9-1-1 she'd be fine by the time the ambulance arrived. So she didn't call. She waited instead.
The 46-year-old had just finished a rigorous workout at Prairie Life Fitness. For years, she'd avoided fried foods and loaded up on fruits and vegetables. Her friends considered her the healthiest person they knew. "I thought I'd conquered my family history of heart issues with my lifestyle choices," she remembered. She was even wearing her "Life is Good" t-shirt that day.
But she felt worse and worse. First she was short of breath. Then her right arm started going numb from the shoulder down. "This is not looking good," she told herself. She didn't want to overreact. But she could feel her heart beating out of rhythm and her other arm going numb. Remembering a first aid video she'd seen in college where a man died because he didn't call help, she approached a Prairie Life employee. "I asked, 'Would you please call 9-1-1? Would you please call my husband?'" she said. "I told myself, 'So what if I'm embarassed?' This was too much like what I'd seen in that video."
She felt an uncomfortable ache in the area of her heart. Then the cold sweats started. "I didn't want to open my eyes. I was very weak," Newell said. "I still didn't believe I could be having a heart attack. I was the healthiest person I knew." She became alarmed when she overheard the medics saying they were taking her to Alegent Creighton Health Bergan Mercy Medical Center because it was the closest emergency department.
She learned later that her condition deteriorated even more—she had no pulse and doctors had to shock her three separate times, sending an electric shock to her heart to try to restore a normal rhythm.
Even after she opened her eyes, the Bergan team's work wasn't done yet. Newell was rushed to the cardiac catheterization lab, where InterventionalCardiologist Himanshu Agarwal, M.D., performed an angioplasty within minutes. It's a lifesaving treatment for the most serious types of heart attacks, in which a catheter with a small balloon tip is inserted and inflated to open a blocked artery. Then a stent is implanted to prop open the artery.
"I felt very, very calm," she remembered. "Dr. Agarwal was swift and knew what to do. I felt very safe. Everyone had a job to do. They were very calm. I thought, 'I am in perfectlygood hands here'."
An Alegent Creighton Health advanced practice clinician named Lyndsey Netz stayed by her side. "She seemed like an angel to me," Newell said. "She talked to me, made me feel safe."
Newell's close call should remind everyone that heart disease and heart attacks are still the number one killer of women as well as men, said Dr. Agarwal. "Not even younger and fitter women are immune from heart attacks or heart problems."
Newell had taken good care of herself because she knew there was a family history of heart issues. Her father—who had high blood pressure--died at 52 from a stroke. His oldest brother died of a heart attack in his 40s. Later, two of her uncle's daughters would die from heart attacks before they reached 50. Another uncle had heart attacks at 26 and 36 but is still alive today after changing his lifestyle—eating healthier foods and giving up smoking.
"While I didn't smoke or drink and I ate pretty well, I didn't regulate my stress," Newell said. "I thought occasional periods of exercise and eating healthier than my friends would trump that family history. I guess I was wrong!"
Newell began cardiac rehabilitation and slowly built up from not being able to get up off the couch to working out three times a week at rehab, where she was monitored. "The nurses were great," she said. "It was like seeing my girlfriends three times a week!" A dietitian reviewed her eating habits with her and found two big pitfalls: she ate out too much and consumed too much sodium. She cut back on both and added more fiber. "I spent the first six weeks reading labels. Now sodium burns my mouth."
She changed her workouts, adding cardiac exercises to her weightlifting. She's careful not to stress about work, or to take on too many projects. "As a woman I tried to do too much. I wasn't realistic about how much I could do. I always thought rest and relaxation were something you saved for retirement."
Her definition of success changed. "I realized it as I was riding down the street in the ambulance," she said. "I redefined success as connected, loving relationships with the people I love." Her children were 11 and 13. Newell slowed down for her sake and theirs. "I took my husband for granted. I took my kids for granted. They almost lost their mother."
Newell's own mother was very ill; in fact, the day of her heart attack, Newell was scheduled to meet with hospice. "I started spending every possible moment I could with my mom from that point on."
Dr. Agarwal was pleased with the adjustments she made and said it's important for all women to learn from her experience. "Don't ignore your symptoms. Heart attack symptoms in women can be atypical (see the common early warning signs below) so your suspicion should be high," he said. "Take care of your heart. Follow aggressive prevention and a healthy lifestyle."
That's exactly what Newell's doing, even more than before. "I still can't believe this happened to me," she said. "I'm lucky all the right people were there that day. How lucky am I to get another chance?"


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Wellington, Aug 9 (IANS) An Indian-origin man's dairy outlet was robbed by an unidentified man in New Zealand, a media report said on Sunday.
Bankhaj Patel, the owner of the dairy outlet in Christchurch city, said Saturday's robbery is the second incident in five years.
Patel was not at the shop when the robbery took place and called police when he returned, New Zealand Herald.com reported.
"He (the robber) came in wearing a mask and pointed a gun at my wife. He asked for cigarettes and just walked away. He also took some money. We are all okay… that is the main thing," Patel was quoted as saying.
"I keep thinking… how can I protect myself and my family. I have two kids… I could not sleep all night," Patel said.
He added that the dangers that come with owning a dairy outlet have increased.


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8/17/1907 Albert Franklin Trask born in Boston Massachusetts
Albert Franklin Trask graduates from Boston University with a degree in Education and takes a teaching job at the Frost School in Westford Massachusetts.
Franklin marries Agnes Hawley. At this time Agnes was Director of Music in the Broward County Florida public school system and was also helping a friend set up local talent shows.
Franklin & Agnes create a local talent business called New England Producing Company (later renamed to National Association of Dramatics). They set up shop in West Hartford , Connecticut . This venture ended in 1934 – "We had a competitor and were finally done in. They infiltrated us" – A. Franklin Trask 1996.
Trasks returns to Westford Massachusetts and converts a barn into a theatre. This new venture was called the National Little Theatre Guild.
Brochures were sent to colleges announcing their "Summer Colony and Workshop of the Theatre".
80 young men and women were enrolled the first summer.
The Trasks leave Westford seeking more fertile grounds for their Theatre Colony.
The Trasks buy land in Manomet Massachusetts known as the Old Taylor Estate for $12,500 on 10/15/1936.
"It included several buildings and a huge barn, and I decided to purchase it within five minutes of seeing it" – A. Franklin Trask 1996.
They converted the barn into a theatre and called it The Priscilla Beach Drama Festival. They followed the same format they had in Westford with student actors living on the premises, studying and taking part in all aspects of theatre.
James Lonigro was born in Chicago, Illinois.
Student enrollment had grown to 120 people.
The Trasks form the Boston Stock Company and rented Brattle Hall in Cambridge, Massachusetts (The Brattle Street Theatre) to extend their summer season in Plymouth to a winter season in Cambridge.
This venture lasted until 1950 when the Brattle Street Theatre was sold out from under them.
Boston Globe (Parade Magazine 9/9/1945) – columnist Robert L. Wheeler sketched the activities at the Priscilla Beach Drama Festival which he called "a nationally known institution systematically shopped by talent scouts".
"Priscilla Beach gets the cream of the young acting talent of America… Applicants are carefully winnowed to keep out youngsters who have no serious bent for the stage. It has to be a good rugged ego that survives the course in theatrical realities offered by Dr Trask and a faculty of 14 instructors and directors."
Jim Lonigro has acting debut at age of 5 with the Jack and Jill Players (a well known drama school in Chicago).
Gloria Swanson at PBT as a guest artist.
Pat Carroll student at PBT (acclaimed stage and big screen actress).
Paul Newman student at PBT.
Robert MacNeil student at PBT (MacNeil/Lehrer PBS News Hour).
Jean Seberg student at PBT – "Not yet eighteen, she arrived in Plymouth from her small hometown in Iowa" – Jennings 2000.
Franklin Trasks temporarily moves theatre productions.
Convinced that the theatre would attract more patrons if it was more centrally located, he moved the productions to "The New Mayflower Summer Theatre", a theatre in the round that he built on route 3A in Manomet . Productions were returned to the barn the following season.
Jim Lonigro joins the Miramar Seminary in Duxbury Massachusetts after the priest from the seminary told him that the route from Chicago to Duxbury was via New York City.
"I knew that if I joined the seminary, I'd get to see Broadway on my way to see God, and that would be a dream come true".
Jim Lonigro quits the seminary.
Jim Lonigro graduates from American Academy of Dramatic Arts.
"Dr Trask had begun developing part of the theatre property into residential housing. The prospect of continuing in that direction looked promising and profitable so he decided to sell the Priscilla Beach Theatre and devote himself to real estate full time." - Preston Hanson (PBT, 1947) in his unpublished article, A Life: Dr A Franklin Trask.
James Lonigro & Leon Mehalick purchase PBT. Below is an excerpt from a 1996 Jim Lonigro interview describing his first viewing of the theatre:
"I arrived on a cold wintry day, snow several feet high. Dr Trask got out a secret key and led me in. There was no electricity, it was pitch dark inside. We stood on the stage with a flashlight he pointed to the wing area and the loft, on up into the fly area. He scanned the old seats, black everywhere except for the eerie, moving light. I was thrilled by the very idea that it could be mine, and almost without thinking I said, I'll take it.'
Jim Lonigro performs as a guest artist in Ladies in Retirement at Marymount, a women's college in Tarrytown , NY . There he meets Rosann Weeks, a drama major, and others whom he persuades to come to PBT to be part of that first summer.
6/26/1962 Jan deHartog's The Fourposter opens the season and the 'Jim , Leon & Rosann' era.
Kitty Winn student at PBT (Exorcist & Cannes Film Festival award).
Rob Reiner student at PBT (TV, films & directing…).
Al Brooks student at PBT (TV, film, screenwriter, director…).
Jim & Leon buy the "white house" to use as living quarters. The previous few summers they had use the nearby Manomet Manor. The deal also included the property in front of the barn to use as a parking area.
Sheila Russell student at PBT (TV, films & directing).
Andrew Lack student at PBT (President of NBC News).
Veronica Lake at PBT as a guest artist.
Unable to generate much of a profit, PBT is sold to Mr Belfaunce of Akron Ohio . Jim & Leon hold the mortgage. The season was not successful.
PBT sold again to Mr Fernandes. The season was not successful.
PBT ownership return to Jim & Leon. Barn and white house renovated.
Rosann Weeks serves as the both producer and artistic director, with Victoria Fraser as co-producer and leading lady.
PBT rented to Mitchell Maxwell and Paul Harman, students at Tufts University who had produced musicals with an undergraduate group called "Torn Ticket". This group produced five musicals each 10 week summer season and produced high quality theatre for 3 seasons (1974-1976).
Jim Lonigro starts going by Geronimo Sands.
Bob Malone, A 13 year old neighborhood kid, starts hanging out at PBT. For the next 5 years he finds himself working on sets, cleaning the theatre after shows and onstage in many shows.
PBT rented to George Ela and Nancy McArthur. Both were active in the Hingham Massachusetts theatre community and they combined forces to form "Macandela Productions". This group featured community theatre productions and lasted 2 seasons.
Ownership of theatre changes from Jim Lonigro & Leon Mehalick to Jim Lonigro & Anne Joelle Lonigro (Jim's younger sister).
Anne Joelle takes charge of PBT's season with an ambitious plan "Plymouth Arts One Festival" designed to turn PBT into a true performing arts center. The public had little interest in this overly ambitious plan and the next few seasons were a disappointment except for the Children's Theatre Workshop.
Agnes H Trask died of complications from diabetes. Agnes was one of the most beloved figures in PBT history and served as a role model to many young actors in the 1930-1940s. As a memorial, Franklin Trask donates three buildings on a large track of ocean front land in Manomet to the Joslin Diabetes Center in Boston.
Anne Joelle's production team includes Geronimo, Marnie DeMarsh, Peg Holzemer, Ron Moran and 1966 alumni James (Max) Gorgal. Gorgal converts the actors dinner hall in the white house into a small "black box theatre" called LeStudio and PBT begins to operate year round.
PBT begins to focus primarily on children's theatre workshops.
PBT Touring Company takes shape with the help of Mr Montagna. Over then next few years, this effort took PBT productions on tour to various towns in Massachusetts, England and France.
Andrew Nielson joins PBT staff and becomes an integral part of PBT operations for the next 20 years.
PBT begins a series of 15 hour-and-half programs on local cable TV titled "The State of the Arts with Geronimo Sands and his Friends".
Angelica Torn, daughter of Rip Torn and Geraldine Page joins PBT troupe for the 1993 and 1994 seasons.
Geronimo Sands takes leave from PBT to perform several roles in New York City. One role was Henry Albertson in The Fantasticks at the Sullivan's Playhouse (the longest running musical in the history of the theatre).
Anne Joelle resigns from role of Producer of PBT since 1979 to pursue her computer art company in Long Island, NY. Ron Moran resigns from role as Business Manager after 20 years and moves to Washington State.
Geronimo performs his one-man show of THE WORLD OF CARL SANDBURG by Norman Corwin at the Grove Street Playhouse off-Broadway in Greenwich Village. Ernie Schenck, a 1962 PBT alumni produces and directs. September through December Tim and Kate Melody, PBT alumni, take over managerial duties for one season.
Andrew Nielson becomes Managing Director.
Last summer of operation in the famous "Barn" theatre. All productions are moved into the Studio Theatre at PBT where current workshops and productions are held.
PBT Founder, Dr. A.F. Trask, passes away in October. Alumni Ms. Pat Carroll and Buddy Piper deliver eulogies. Anne Joelle passes away.
Geronimo celebrates his 45th year performing THE WORLD OF CARL SANDBURG while also celebrating his 60th year as an actor.
Joanne Matalavage ('83 thru '88) returns to PBT as set painter.
Ms. Jacqueline Jarrett returns to the PBT in August as Edna St. Vincent Millet. She appeared at PBT as Annie Sullivan in "The Miracle Worker" in 1962.
Mr. Nielson writes a grant to Entergy Corporation to help PBT produce dramatic workshops and hands-on theatre demonstrations throughout Plymouth County. Manomet Elementary School invites PBT, through a grant, to produce William Shakespeare's Twelfth Night with grades three through five. GRADE SCHOOL MUSICAL!, starring the Dramatic School Players, written and composed by Andrew Nielson has world premiere in autumn.
Return to Manomet Elementary for an all-student workshop of an original play, THE FOUR DOROTHYS (a take on THE WIZARD OF OZ), written by Mr. Sands. In the spring he would write an adaptation of a Jane Austen novel, called PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: BEHIND THE SCENES, as well as a new version of DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE, which will open the theatre's 73rd season of summer stock. Additionally, GRADE SCHOOL MUSICAL!, is scheduled to return by popular demand.
PBT is the recipient of the Lifetime Achievement Award from the Plymouth Cultural Council. Geronimo Sands and Andrew Nielson are guest actors in THE FANTASTICKS for Plymouth Community Theatre presented at Memorial Hall's Blue Room. Marnie DeMarsh Almirall and Peg Hozimer, original founding members of PBT's LeStudio in 1982, return to direct during PBT's summer stock season. PBT's World Premiere of A VERY MARY POPPINS by Geronimo Sands is a resounding success. PETER PAN is PBT's fourth production held at Manoment Elementary School. For the third year PBT is the recipient of a grant from the Betsy Pappas Charitable Foundation.
PBT's 75th Anniversary year. Geronimo Sands' 50th anniversary as Artistic Director of PBT. Andrew Nielson, Managing Director, celebrates his 25th year with PBT. LeStudio starts its 30th season in the Fall. On October 19th will be the 50th Anniversary performance of Mr. Sands' one-man show, THE WORLD OF CARL SANDBURG by Norman Corwin.
A new act begins at PBT…
Bob and Sandy Malone purchase PBT from Geronimo Sands and embark on a rebuild/restoration journey to preserve PBT for years to come.


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An understanding of influence on human behavior
We describe a candid model for learning, why and how learning transpires. We investigate the original as well as the leading conditions of the learning process. We provide an insight into the realm of beliefs and their formation, their interaction and influence with the actor's environment. In addition, we provide to our terms (and terminology) real definitions, thus differentiating between nominal and real definitions. Having this approach, the same terminology can be employed by other models, theories or frameworks without creating 'expert language' barriers. Moreover, we provide an understanding of the influence that learning in general has on human behavior.
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Minimizing weighted earliness–tardiness on a single machine with a common due date using quadratic models
In this paper we study the problem of minimizing weighted earliness and tardiness on a single machine when all the jobs share the same due date. We propose two quadratic integer programming models for solving both cases of unrestricted and restricted due dates, an auxiliary model based on unconstrained quadratic integer programming and an algorithmic scheme for solving each instance, according to its size and characteristics, in the most efficient way. The scheme is tested on a set of well-known test problems. By combining the solutions of the three models we prove the optimality of the solutions obtained for most of the problems. For large instances, although optimality cannot be proved, we actually obtain optimal solutions for all the tested instances. Copyright Sociedad de Estadística e Investigación Operativa 2012
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It was great seeing my old chow pal Melanie again and meeting Frank and Dan for a wonderful Sunday lunch in Napa at one of the best regional Mexican restaurants in the North Bay.
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I've had suadero tacos before - but these are different and better - they are crispy well seasoned and you need to get these when you come here.
Barbacoa tacos were not bad - I've just been spoiled by barbacoa specialist restaurants in Tijuana and San Diego.
Mole de Res - is what I think Eat Nopal would Identify as a wet - soupier mole de olla, with tender braised beef and really good poached calabicitas
Chileajo de Puerco, easily the best Mexican dish I've had in the San Francisco Bay area
Consomme was really weak - I would pass.
Agua de Pepino _ I cant seem to ever make mine as perfect as Mixtecas.
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Taste of India is situated in Teignmouth, Devon, and serves delightful Indian and Anglo-Indian cuisine. Here you can enjoy authentic cuisine in a relaxed atmosphere, and whether you want to keep it casual in jeans or get dressed up, Taste of India will offer you a warm welcome. The team have over 20 years of experience in the industry, and are keen to show their passion in each dish they create.
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Beware the Patent Troll: Patent Risk in the Advertising Space
April 4, 2014
by Marc Kaufman, Reed Smith LLP
Patents are intended to protect innovation by providing the patent owner with a right to exclude others from using the innovation, for a limited time, in exchange for disclosing the full details of that innovation to the public. The patent also prevents competitors from copying the owner's innovations and claiming it as their own. Recently, new business models have created open markets for buying, selling, and monetizing patents, and as a result, various players are buying patents as an investment (see "The
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Patent assertion entities (PAEs), aka patent trolls, have been increasingly in the news by claiming ownership of many common advertising practices. Accordingly, marketers could be faced with a demand to pay large fees to a PAE that has not provided any direct services or technology to the marketer's advertising campaign, or, in many cases, contributed to any innovation.
Patent assertion entities are also likely to be stifling creativity and innovation in the advertising community. Some agencies may be apprehensive about bringing certain new and potentially breakthrough ideas to clients for fear that this could subject them to a patent infringement assertion. The uncertainty in the advertising space is acute because many patents asserted by PAEs are directed at common Internet protocols and methods used for exchanging information in advertising campaigns, including web-based, mobile, and real-time advertising. An issued patent is presumed valid, and challenging a U.S. patent in court can cost several million dollars. Adding further complication is that unlike trademark use, obtaining reasonable upfront certainty that an ad campaign does not violate a patent is often not practical.
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"Beware the Patent Troll: Patent Risk in the Advertising Space." ANA Thought Leadership, 2014.


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Ryonkt is the work of Sapporo based artist Ryo Nakata. In the past couple of years he has become a personal friend, collaborator, label mate and late night whisky drinking partner. We only finally got to meet in September of this year when I went up to Sapporo (in Hokkaido - the northern island of Japan) to play a show organized by Ryo. Ryo was due to open the gig after a short sound-check, yet the sound-check merged into the performance and I was unaware he had actually started I was so tuned into the tones Ryo was playing from his Fender guitar.
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Early favourite to win this afternoon's Newcastle Newmarket Handicap 2012 in Sydney, Fast Clip, has been scratched from the race leaving Kiwi galloper He's Remarkable at the top of the markets.
Gai Waterhouse's Liverpool City Cup minor placegetter Fast Clip was paying $3.75 to win the $125,000 Group 3 Newcastle Newmarket Handicap (1400m) at 5:00pm (NSW time) today.
Waterhouse, however, has withdrawn the Snippetson four-year-old from the event leaving 13 gallopers to fight it out in the traditional Doncaster Mile lead-up.
New Newcastle Newmarket Handicap betting favourite at bookmaker.com.au is He's Remarkable who is the definite market mover having firmed in from $6 to $3.80.
Denied the Group 1 Railway Stakes win upon protest last time out at Ascot in November, the Roger James-trained Pentire four-year-old will now jump from barrier four in their resuming run.
Jumping from one of the first four barriers is a statistical advantage as five of the past Newcastle Newmarket Handicap winners have drawn gate one – four.
Also in He's Remarkable's favour is the current Dead (4) track rating at Newcastle with the rain hopefully staying away before the big one this arvo.
"The weather forecast is good so things are looking up," James said.
"He is going into the race as well as I can have him without a trial or a race.
"But he is a stallion now and he is starting to look like one, a real autumn bull.
"So he will be carrying extra condition and that could tell against him.
"I think he can win and wouldn't be surprised but he could also run on to finish third or fourth and that wouldn't surprise me either.
"But he is very, very well and a lot stronger than he used to be."
Four other Newcastle Newmarket Handicap hopefuls are at single figures with #8 Under The Eiffel ($4.20), #10 Star Of Octagonal ($8.50), #9 Latin News ($9) and #6 Shannara ($9) through bookmaker.com.au.
Peter Snowden's five-year-old Octagonal mare Shannara, a full sister to the brilliant Lonhro, races for the first time since her big two and a half length win in the Listed Ladies Day Cup (1300m) at Hawkesbury in early November.
Drawn in barrier 11, into 10 with the scratching of Fast Clip, Shannara has history against her today but that hasn't stopped the punters coming for her.
If successful in scoring an upset in Newcastle Race 7 this afternoon Shannara will become just the second mare since 1991 to win the Newcastle Newmarket Handicap joining Techniques (1999).
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Newcastle Race 7 – 5:00pm – 21/03/2012
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- #2 He's Remarkable – $6 into $3.80 @ bookmaker.com.au
- #3 Straight Albert – $21 into $17 @ bookmaker.com.au
- #4 Fast Clip – SCRATCHED
- #5 Snow Alert – Steady at $41 bookmaker.com.au
- #6 Shannara – $12 into $9 @ bookmaker.com.au
- #7 Mirjulisa Lass – Steady at $101 bookmaker.com.au
- #8 Under The Eiffel – $4.60 into $4.20 @ bookmaker.com.au
- #9 Latin News – Steady at $9 bookmaker.com.au
- #10 Star Of Octagonal – $12 into $8.50 @ bookmaker.com.au
- #11 All Legal – $17 into $13 @ bookmaker.com.au
- #12 Alma's Fury – $17 into $14 @ bookmaker.com.au
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by Portfolio Grader | August 6, 2012 3:00 pm
The Tobacco, Diversified Utilities, Leisure Goods, Water Utilities, and Electric Utilities sectors are on the rise this week on the Portfolio Grader[1] database.
Tobacco is thriving this week with 88% of stocks in the sector (7 out of 8) currently rating a "buy." Altria (NYSE:MO[2]), Universal Corp. (NYSE:UVV[3]), and Philip Morris International (NYSE:PM[4]) are paving the way for the sector with A grades. Altria is the best performer in this sector, with a 38.7% increase in the last 12 months. This is better than the S&P 500, which has seen a 16.6% increase for the same period.
The Diversified Utilities sector is thriving on Portfolio Grader this week, with 87% of its stocks (20 out of 23) currently rating a "buy." With overall grades of A, CH Energy (NYSE:CHG[5]), Sempra Energy (NYSE:SRE[6]), and Wisconsin Energy (NYSE:WEC[7]) are buoying the sector. Sempra Energy is the best performer in this sector, with a 44.8% increase in the last 12 months.
Leisure Goods stands out with 86% of the sector's stocks (6 out of 7) rating a "buy." Among Leisure Goods stocks, Smith & Wesson (NASDAQ:SWHC[8]), Sturm Ruger (NYSE:RGR[9]), and LeapFrog (NYSE:LF[10]) are leading the way with A's. Smith & Wesson bests the other stocks in its sector, with a 221.1% increase from a year ago.
With 80% of the sector's stocks (4 out of 5) rating a "buy," the Water Utilities sector is one of the strongest. Out of the Water Utilities stocks, American States Water (NYSE:AWR[11]), American Water Works (NYSE:AWK[12]), and Aqua America (NYSE:WTR[13]) are out front with A's. Showing the most overall growth in its sector in the last 12 months, American Water Works is the top stock, with a 37.3% increase.
The Electric Utilities sector's track record is proving one of the best with 74% of its stocks (28 out of 38) rating a "buy." NextEra Energy (NYSE:NEE[14]), FirstEnergy (NYSE:FE[15]), and Hawaiian Electric Industries (NYSE:HE[16]) are lifting the sector overall, each earning a high grade of A. Over the last 12 months, NextEra Energy is the best performer in this sector, with a 34.2% increase.
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Seven face drugs charges over alleged £3.8 million mephedrone factory
5:59pm Thursday 5th September 2013
5:59pm Thursday 5th September 2013
SEVEN people, including two from the Bury area, have re-appeared in court, accused of being involved in a £3.8 million mephadrone factory.
The men and women face a range of charges relating to the alleged sale of 313kgs of the drug through a website following a raid an industrial unit in Farnworth, Bolton.
The "business" and a number of addresses in Greater Manchester were raided by police following an investigation into mephadrone.
The drug became illegal in 2010 and the investigation is believed to be the largest operation relating to the drug.
It is also known as meow meow and bubble.
The defendants were due to enter pleas to the charges at Bolton Crown Court on Monday, but the case was adjourned until Monday, November 4.
A trial date has been scheduled for March 10 next year and is expected to last about six weeks.
Paula White, aged 44, of Stafford Road, Monton, and Netta Hymanson, aged 62, of Circular Road, Prestwich, are both accused of conspiracy to supply class A, B and C drugs and two counts of money laundering.
Paula White appeared via a video link.
Five other people have also appeared in court charged with conspiracy to supply class A, B and C drugs.
They are: Aaron White, aged 20, of Croft Street, Salford; Christian White, aged 37, of Croft Street, Salford; Michaela Doyle, aged 42, of Tenbury Close, Salford; Sheena Jessop, aged 45, of Barwood Lea Mill, Grants Lane, Ramsbottom; and Rudi Chiu, aged 24, of Masson Place, Hornbeam Way, Manchester.
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In a multi-character, real-time game (even with pause), it's just too likely that when a character goes down, it's not 100% the player's fault. There's a lot going on at once, and the AI can make some poor decisions. Or in the absense of even rudimentary AI, there are still moments where the player thinks he's told a character to do X, and for whatever reason, the character does something else.
It's really a different vibe than say Rogue/Nethack, where you have all the time in the world to consider each move, and where the player feels more responsibility for the end result. And even so, despite its cult status, and despite the carrying forward of other elements to games with wider audiences, one feature of roguelikes which developers have not rushed to copy is the "die once and you're done" system. Despite its clear basis in reality, most people don't like it.
Anywho, I was trying to say that in a real-time, multi-character games, like this one, players feel (and relative to a roguelike, I'd say are) less responsible for characters' deaths, and as a result players (or MOST players) are less enthusiastic about being permanently penalized by such deaths.
Agani, I think the 'character' of the game is important. In Dwarf Fortress, when I'm not paying attention to some lower level of my fortress and my idiot legendary mason walls himself in and dies of starvation however long later (withuot ever uttering a peep to protest his ridiculous fate), I don't feel particularly responsible, but I also can accept the permanent death because DF is a game with so many little characters that the loss of one is not such a big deal. In a game like DA or NWN2, it's just a much greater burden to permanently lose a character.
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A soccer coach is in custody for allegedly molesting a teenage boy and investigators are searching for other possible victims, according to police.
A 16-year-old told Child Protective Services he had been molested by his soccer coach in 2010, according to police.
"Detectives interviewed the juvenile and found he had been molested several times during a six month period," said Capt. Gary Wedge.
The alleged victim told police he took group lessons from Luiz Roberto Raymundo, 61, a transient living in his motor home.
"Raymundo told the victim he had connections, and with additional, private lessons, could prepare him for a professional soccer career in Brazil," said Capt. Wedge.
The suspect allegedly convinced the victim to spend the night with him in his motor home on Friday nights.
"It was then that the molestations began," said Capt. Wedge.
Raymundo was arrested at his motor home behind 684 Anita Street in Chula Vista on April 12 and a search warrant was served.
"Based on evidence found during that warrant, as well as on information provided by the victim, police believe other juveniles may have been victimized as well," said Capt. Wedge.
Investigators think Raymundo has given soccer lessons to juveniles for several years.
"At various locations throughout the South Bay, including Larson Field in San Diego and on the sand at Imperial Beach," said Capt. Wedge.
Raymundo is being held at County Jail. Bail is set at $500,000 along with an immigration detention order.
"The police department is seeking the public's assistance to locate other potential victims or witnesses," said Capt. Wedge.
Anyone with information on this case is asked to call Detective Jeff Hobson at (619) 691-5182.