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Taco Station has opened up, apparently on the 17th (at that cute old-timey filling station on the NW corner of Chester and Green). I accidentally drove by it on the way to checking out a different new-ish place. I saw stuff going on and checked out the menu. Surprisingly, they had a good selection of vegetarian tacos on the menu, so I followed my impulse and changed my lunch plans.
I haven't double-checked that there's no lard in the tortillas, tho given the vegetarian-friendliness of the place, I'm assuming not. The tortillas are made fresh (saw them pressing them up and grilling them), and have a great texture and taste - just enough thickness and give, but hold up well under the toppings. They have a few non-taco dishes, as well as tacos dorado, but the bulk of the menu is tacos. These are the little tiny kind, so at $1.50-2 each, they start to add up quick (I had about 7, and am still not stuffed). Some photos, including one of the menu, attached.
For those who care about these things, they say the vegetable fillings do not have dairy (cheese or butter), and the guacamole is made without sour cream. There are 4 types of vegetarian taco, of which I tried 3 -- there's a nopales filling, a soy meat one (didn't try this one), a diced potato and soy-chorizo one, which seems to come topped with guacamole, and a vegetable (cauliflower, corn, etc.) one. I have not tried any of the meat tacos or other menu items, so welcome to post feedback on those below.
Given how close this place is to my work, and how tasty the food was 2 days after opening, I am guessing I will be visiting this place many more times.
My personal wishlist (in case anyone from the shop is reading):
* Some aguas frescas or other fresh non-soda drinks (Jamaica? Horchata?)
* Vegetarian rice / beans and a combo plate (4 tacos + rice / beans for $7 or 8)
Pictured in the last photo are two soyrizo / potato tacos (the ones with guacamole on them) and two nopales tacos.

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Listening In … with Jeff Deyo and Dave Ramsey
- CCM Magazine
- 2004 30 Mar
For this month's "Listening In…" we've arranged for you to "eavesdrop" on a candid conversation between Gotee recording artist Jeff Deyo and national radio talk show host/author Dave Ramsey.
Deyo, of course, co-founded Sonicflood before going on to pursue a solo career as a worship leader. He recently released his new album, "Light," which features duets with Third Day's Mac Powell, Natalie Grant and Rita Springer. Ramsey, meanwhile, can currently be heard on almost 200 radio stations discussing finances. While some Christian programmers carry "The Dave Ramsey Show," his cut-to-the-chase advice is primarily broadcast on mainstream outlets. (For more information visit daveramsey.com.)
Jeff: So here I am, an artist; and I've been in Nashville since '93. There are some traps that happen for artists when they come to town. They have these big dreams of making lots of money. You think, "OK, those people are probably making serious money." In fact, one of the guys in my band said he had a friend of his who came down after he joined my band; and he said, "Come on, Fred, tell me the truth: You guys are making six figures, right?" They're barely on salary.
Dave: [laughs]
Jeff: "And Jeff's making a million dollars a year, isn't he? He's making at least a million!" And I said, "Well, not quite."
Dave: [laughs] Not quite.
Jeff: Guys like us, we come in; and we're trying so hard to make it, but it's a challenging thing because you need a lot of stuff to make it happen. You're trying to get a great guitar so you can sound good; you're trying to do all these things to get a record deal and get noticed. You end up in debt. And you're all trying to do it for the good cause of the gospel. But in the music industry, the money comes nine to 12 months after the success. So you're kind of in this mentality where you're spending the money before you get it. You know it's coming, but you never get to enjoy it because when it comes in, you're paying off those credit card debts. So how do you talk to musicians about all this stuff?
Dave: Getting into debt to live your dream is not a new story. It's the story my wife, Sharon, and I lived, too. We got married. Then to live our dream, we were going to be real estate moguls. We got four million dollars worth of real estate, starting from nothing, by the time we were 26 years old. We made $250,000 at 20-something years old one year. Sometimes you hear people say, "All those rich people are miserable!" Uh-uh! We were having fun! But the bank got sold, and the tellers were making the decisions. They called our notes, and the short story is we spent the next two and a half years losing everything we owned. We were sued; we were foreclosed on; and finally, with a brand new baby and a toddler, scared to death at the bottom of that mess, we were bankrupt. That was 15 years ago, and we started over. At the bottom of that, being a financial guy – a broke financial guy – I decided I was going to learn how money really works. As a baby Christian, I had met the Lord on the way up – I do everything backwards – and as a baby Christian, I was going to see what the Bible had to say about money. Nobody talks about it much because it's like a lot of things in the Bible: It's apparently uncomfortable when you start realizing: This is the truth, and I'm going to have to apply it; or I'm going to have to ignore it.
Jeff: Yes.
Dave: What's a good plan to handle His money His way? How do you deal with that when you dream yourself into debt, and it creates a mess for you? It sure is a painful way to learn. Hopefully we can catch a few young artists with this conversation and go, "Stop it! Don't do it! Please, don't do it! Don't finance your dream!"
Jeff: But what's the alternative? For guys like that, they think this is the only option. They believe it because the culture tells you that, society tells you: "Make the sacrifice now, and then you can pay it off later."
Dave: Well, as an old guy now 15 years later, talking to young artists and running a business that we've never borrowed a dime to run (with almost a hundred folks on our team, a couple hundred radio stations and with our third New York Times bestseller), I can tell you it can be done without debt. This sounds like a little Bible-thumping, but the truth is if God wants something done, the money will come – if it's His dream. Sometimes it's His dream, and I've got the wrong timing. I don't know about anybody else, but I can go ahead of Him.
Jeff: Absolutely. That's the thing that happened to me. I moved to Nashville into this duplex, and this friend of ours let us live there for free. We said, "OK, we'll live there for free for six months. By six months I should have a record deal and be a national selling artist." But that didn't happen. Sometimes our dream is the wrong form of the dream. I knew I was gifted musically, but I assumed certain things based on my gifts – my dream was to be a performance artist. So I tried and tried and tried, and I spent money trying to do this for five years in Nashville, trying to get a record deal but spinning my wheels going, "What is going on here?" Finally I realized I was supposed to be a worship leader. I had distorted what God had called me to do, and He was all the time saying, "Hello, Jeff, are you down there? Are you listening?" "No, I got it figured out, God. You want me to be a rock star for Jesus." It seems like we end up taking God's calling and turning it into something that's more of our own. Then we get off the path, and that's when we make decisions He's not blessing.
Dave: Well, you can be sure of this: If you're going in to debt to do it, you're out of God's will. Oh, that was a bold statement!
Jeff: Yeah that's so black and white, Dave!
Dave: Just show me once in Scripture where God used debt to provide a dream, where God used debt to protect or provide. There's not even a single positive reference to debt. Every time it's mentioned, it has a negative connotation. Now, you're not going to hell for using a credit card. A credit card is not the "mark of the beast." This is not what I'm saying. But it's just when Proverbs says, "The borrower's slave to the lender," get a clue! God didn't come to put you into slavery – He came to set the captives free. And so if He wants you to have a guitar, guess what? You're messing up your spiritual walk when you go get one instead of letting Him give you one. He's got a plan. You're messing up your spiritual walk when you dive headlong into a really bad record deal.
Jeff: Can I ask you one more question? I was in a band and saw a lot of success and then saw my solo debut, "Saturate," come out and do well; but, my gosh, it probably sold a tenth of what the band's album sold. So you know, my expectations were high. My record company had high expectations; and you get lots of encouragement from people whose lives are touched, so that's a good thing. But I've come to a conclusion in my life: I feel there's a misconception out there that if things are done from the godly, correct perspective, it's going to be successful. Meaning, it's going to sell lots of units; it's going to touch millions of people. That's not always the case. Something that reached tons of people doesn't necessarily mean it has the hand of God on it. And the opposite is true as well: If something is not getting out there, it doesn't mean God isn't one hundred million percent behind it. Do you have any thoughts or wisdom on any of that?
Dave: We face exactly the same thing sometimes. We go to an immense amount of trouble sometimes, and we lose a pile of money to pull off a certain deal. We did a deal a little while back that we thought was going to touch 60,000 to 70,000 people in one fell swoop. Instead it did about twelve thousand and, consequently, we lost a couple hundred thousand dollars on that little deal. And one of the things God really spoke to me in my prayer life after that happened was: "There's one guy in Maine or Seattle or wherever who watched that deal you did. Do you not think I would spend $350,000 to get him into the Kingdom? By the way, it's my money, Dave. I'm crazy about him. Do you not have my perspective of what success looks like?" So I said, "OK, I'll shut up."
Jeff: We're the tool.
Dave: He would've brought several tools to bear, several of His dollars to get that one because he'd leave the 99 sheep to go get the other one and drag it in. I'm convinced that when we get to heaven, we're going to find out that some of these projects that were "flops" were laser shots, and that they picked off somebody important. You may have just led Billy Graham to the Lord and didn't know it. I don't know.
Jeff: Sure.
Dave: And so what I constantly do is step back as we're running this business, when I have 42 different things running through at a given moment. I say, "OK, let's redefine what success is. Yes, we've got to be good stewards; yes, we've got to be wise; yes, we've got to be diligent; yes, we've got to do everything we can to make this thing both a spiritual and a financial success." But every time one isn't, I don't have to automatically assume I missed God. I might have been doing exactly what He wanted me to do to go get that one.
I had a band here the other day, and they were struggling. Their record deal had fallen apart. They were finishing up the tour with their lips stuck out, and we put the 13-week series Financial Peace University, which some of the record companies are putting their artists through, on the bus with them. That band may fall apart. Or one of those guys may be the next Jeff Deyo, maybe leading worship at a youth camp where my 12-year-old increases his walk with the Lord. You don't know how this stuff works; it's just way too complicated. All things work together. It's the only thing that keeps you scratching and clawing and fighting through these businesses that you and I have chosen to minister in.
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Many are wondering what enrichment programme Melaka Zoo is running to keep the orangutans occupied ('Zoo: Orang utans allowed to roam', NST, May 29, 2012). There is nothing much for orangutans to do in the outdoor exhibit, enrichment is cheap to provide and an essential requirement for all zoo species. Telling from pictures people around the world have seen, the orangutans' night cages have very little or zero enrichment.
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The distribution of phenotypes is shown along evolutionary time in ordinates.
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How indeed! Since his youth, William Barnes has been haunted by a recurring nightmare, a huge ship looming overhead, piercing screams, heated arguments, frigid water stabbing his body, and a giant peach-colored mass of steel falling on him. At the age of four, Barnes drew a ship with four smokestacks, talked of his ship that had died, insisted on being called "Tommie", and spoke of brothers and a sister he didn't have. More than simply a child's imagination, these scenes are remnants from another time and place in history, another life!
As an adult, the ongoing nightmares pulled Barnes into a deep depression. Ordered to seek help by his employer, Barnes was referred to psychologist Frank Baranowski, Ph.D., who used regression therapy as a clinical tool and who has conducted thousands of regression sessions.
Baranowski uncovers, within Barnes, the persona of an Irish shipbuilder named Thomas Andrews, who died during one of the most dramatic events of the 20th century and captures one of the most convincing cases of reincarnation ever recorded.
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Wow, this audiobook was amazing. It was hard not to believe it, but even if it was fiction, it was extremely well done. I am a history buff, and at the moment I am particularly interested in the Titanic (building, facts, ect.). The one problem I found, was not knowing what to believe. There are some very interesting details which, if true, could provide great insight into the disaster. Overall, it was a great listen, and it did alert me to some very insightful facts which I confirmed later on.
I have always been fascinated by the concept of reincarnation and very intrigued by the allure of the Titanic. So with this audio book I got a wonderful dose of both. It is nothing less then amazing. I find William Barnes to be very credible and engaging. I can't help but think that he is the real deal and indeed the reincarnate of the builder of the Titanic, Thomas Andrews. A highly recommended listen. Listen and decide for yourself.
This is the biography of Thomas Andrews' life story based upon the hypnosis sessions of the American author who was Thomas Andrews in a past life. It was very interesting to hear and terribly sad because we all know what happens in the end. The narrator does a wonderful job. I would have loved more background on the author and his life. It is touched upon briefly in the beginning about his fears of ice and other issues which led him to hypnosis. Also if anyone has tried to confirm any of this. Perhaps in a later book? At the end they tell you how you can order a copy of all the hypnosis sessions.
"Off the fence"
When I first began listening, I was not certain I would enjoy this audio book as the storyline appeared so questionable. We have also been bombarded with Titanic stories for years to the point of overload!
Thankfully, however, I persevered and I am so grateful I did. The story presented and, in particular, the interviews afterwards, were so well done, my belief in reincarnation has been irreparably changed. I have been sitting on the fence about this for many years but this story definitely inched me off that fence.
Bill's voice (heard as Tommy's) was so real and believable....the story so plausible. I was entranced throughout.
The wheels are turning.
"Not exactly what I expected."
I guess this book was time well enough spent, it was interesting, but it wasn't quite what I expected. It was explained that the tape quality was not exceptional, I just think it was more my expectations than the story.
The story itself and the frustrations of trying to build a safe ship, fighting the demands of the owners and relaxed safety
Listening was difficult.
Not really, like I said because of tape quality and because of the fact that it was apparently from live interview which just dragged. I think in hindsight I would have spent a few bucks on a paperback, for the story and saved my credit for a better audiobook.
This was an extremely unique viewpoint. The reader, Alden Stevens, did an excellent job of portraying Tommy Andrews perspective through hypnotic regression. This includes the events that led up to, and including, the fateful night when the Titanic sunk. For anyone that believes in the afterlife, this story is believable.
"A different viewpoint..."
I decided to give this audiobook a try as an avid history reader and having enjoyed several other books on the Titanic. This was definitely a twist on the tale, as the story uses excerts from hypnotic regression sessions with a man who claims to have been Tommy Andrews, the builder of the Titanic, in a past life. An interesting twist on history, though, overall, not any great literary work. Was a good listen for the commute as I did not lose the story in the short 30 minutes bursts of listening in the car. There is a good message, just listen with an upon mind.
"A must for history buffs!"
That it is a true story told by the person who has been doubting his sanity his whole life. Against all odds he has survived that and been able to overcome his issues. He has been able to live a relatively normal life.
Hearing the story in the first person. The past life regressions are so intense I could not stop listening. I had to finish the book.
I have always wondered about past life experiences. Real or Not Real? Listening to this book has gone a long way to making me a believer. I hope the essence of Thomas Andrews can be at peace now that his side of the story has been told. And I hope William Barnes can move on with the rest of his life without having to have another persons tragic memories haunting him.
"Engineers & Mechanical & History types would enjoy"
. . . this story.
At first, I was confused because I had heard a few past life regressions before and in those the interviewer (hypnotist or therapist) would just speak normal English. This interviewer took on some type of Irish accent and I wondered for a while what was going on.
Apparently, there are two audio books. The first was an audio version of the book written about these regressions and the Titanic. That is not available at Audible although there are CDs for sale at Amazon. Reviews seem to indicate that there was a narrator for that book (~ 1999 or 2000???)
This audio book is a followup to the previous book, with the actual hypnotic regressions (gripping!). Then follows some very interesting interviews with a variety of people ranging from childhood friends to Titanic researchers, including some science and history. There is also some discussion of other corroborating information that has come forth - technical, metal, physics, other past life remembering people who match up some details.
There are a few spine-chilling or heart-in-the-throat moments as memories come forth (spoken as if he is there, in the present-tense) and the terribleness of what is seen is realized. All the people in steerage were locked in?
For anyone who has ever been involved in the design or building portion of a project who has had to follow orders to cut back on safety or costs (despite much arguing to not compromise) there will be many moments of clarity and understanding.
"Extremely intriguing!"
From start to finish you are transported to another time and place. The actual voice recordings transfix the listener, bringing the accounts of the life of both William and Thomas into a mesmerizing whirlwind of two colliding worlds intertwined. This book captures the tortured souls of both men into laser like focus for the listener to journey with them. A must read.
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Thinking I had all the answers to build this glass box around me.
Sin, yet and still captured me.
I need you now Lord please strengthen me.
Eyes closed beneath the water crying out for him to save me.
His voice appears, "Come as you are to me.
You made a decision to consult with yourself without me.
For I am the only way the truth and the light; not you but me.
All the tools you need are provided by me.
I will bring down this glass box only for your life to be with me.
For I make no mistakes because I am me.
I will send you back to be a living witness for me and only me."
Pace, G
Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT | Year Posted 2012
Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I've concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs
Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found
Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling
Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found
To where the ridges merry make
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers
Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found
Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She'll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong
Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found
For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
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
Pushed there for a thousand years
and will be for a thousand more,
pushed there by the gentle winds
the silver waves upon the shore.
Ancient trees who watched here daily
are now dark silhouettes 'round the rim,
as dusk settles in over the still lake
and a dragonfly takes a final skim.
As the sun dips below the surface
silver waters gain a hint of gold,
their riches flow around my feet
giving me memories to be told.
The sands of time sift down below
where life goes drifting by,
and laid there for a thousand years
and beneath them, so shall I.
And become like a silhouette
to watch all life drift by,
and reliving in every moment
never stopping to ask why.
Pushed there by flowing currents
and the wind's most gentle roar,
I fade away like the golden sun
glint silver waves upon the shore.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2016
I am a flake of winter snow
on cold and driven wind.
I've been cool drops of rain so slow
from darkened clouds unpinned.
I am the sting of frigid sleet
that makes one's skin so raw.
I've been the course of waters fleet
as winter yields to thaw.
I am the face of ice-bound lake
which hides its life beneath.
I've been the tossing waves that break
and tides which time bequeath.
I am the snow in drifted row
piled deep before your door.
I've been a river wide and slow
to live on and explore.
I am the waters flowing still,
perpetual as time.
I've been the earth's unbroken will
still granting life, sublime.
I am the Waters
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
I walk on water. . .
I feel the coolness of the
Rolling waves splash
Beneath my feet.
I watch the sun sprinkle
Diamonds across the sea.
I float above the clouds
And feel the radiant warmth
Of the sun bless my body.
I feel the power of the wind
Caress or twist and break
Anything into submission.
I rise above the towering Alps—
Snow capped and pristine.
I enjoy a fragile flower sharing
The faint scent of heaven.
I know the Sequoias, ever growing.
I blend with verdant pastures and
Serene rolling hills in misty rain.
I know the secrets of the
Deep dark abyss.
I sense the moon's tenderness
And share in her emotions.
I flow with the clever rivers
Seeking new exciting paths.
I form a rainbow in waterfalls.
I am free to be the wind, the earth,
The sea, when all you see is me.
© 2010 Connie Marcum Wong
I am only inferring I am one with nature in this poem.
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2010
Under the warm golden hug of sunrise's bliss
shielded by rugged ridges and flagging trees
emerged a peaceful scene.
Through the clear, somber, sleeping, water
sunlight revealed shadows spelling odes beneath;
odes unfolded by rising ripples in cerulean gleam,
touched by nothing but the gliding breeze which
seizes silt and shingles causing baby currents lift.
Sparkling like priced pearls in the still noon,
their waves, a calm heart's pulse, speak.
I linger, tranquil, afloat in the ageless ocean's
lea, sitting on a dry old rock-sheltered bank,
drinking the healing power from the scene.
Time is suspend; I see the lake like a child,
the ridges and trees, His grand legions line.
The shadows stretch, His noble progress to a life
unfurled during years of swarming battles.
But, He has a wealth of hope and stood amidst
the sudden ripples; unmoved by fear, for He
can hold the shifts. He who's polished tough
and wise has championed in a sunken time.
He matured. He populated good influence
calling others to imitate his stance. He promised
life without fear cherished with gratitude, and
his shared touch was not dulled by passing years.
His memory endured, so many remember Him.
~Inspired by the painting: Lake by Georgia Engelhard ~
***For the painting, Debbi Guzzi's Ten Paintings, Ten Poems, Not for a Contest, thanks for the wonderful experience.
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
9:17am, January 14, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2016
Blackness moving slowly into light!
becoming one existance
The stars gather like flocks of birds.
See the colors mix and mingle
Creating the perfect shades of colors, the
most beautiful blue and yellow.
Funny how words could form such a savage thing.
These islands come apart
Gods fingers pulling them into various directions
By his very words they are released.
Morning and nights wed, but they are never
essembled as one.
Out of some experiment called love?
To see us form into flesh and blood
And obeying of water slowly, a piece of dirt
Spreading as far as the eyes can see
Its water circled the new dirt, and calm and
sometimes sea's prevail!
Birth of nations!
The beautiful green, red, yellow, orange and
other shades of our humanity, vibrant fields I seek
and found before the eyes of the almighty.
New species arise, what perfection...
The heavens speak of many moods, and speaks
to us to know the time, are signs and marks of seasons.
Our days and years combined to reason. Two emotions.
One to sleep and the other to wake, His return on earth cometh
as lightening
And will cease the same by partened clouds and running
horseman, out of the clouds into earth.
And then the ocean filled with the wild and tamed
A whisper into their hearts and souls to multiply
and above the sea which holds the sky, movements of
graceful wings sour the clouds freely, and glide beneath
a wise space
Below a newly born star.....
Atlas! the earth has formed to paint these?
and soon our hands which once held silence
and our hearts held peace! this is good
The earth is spinning, the oceans flowing, our blood passing
the woman exist, our beast wondering, the friut so bright!
This is good! Out of the garden. The murder of innosence
Into our ever lasting taste for flesh, obsession and power
Our need for greed and death! The birth of sin!
Atlas! the setting and rising, our beating hearts
and pulse which slows its rythem by the generations
Generations fade.. nearly rythemless life beats as the dying rose
Entering winter.
Copyright © derrick burton | Year Posted 2010
Waves of Change
Changes in life descriptionalized
In comparison to waves of the ocean
Our bodies are made mostly of water
A body of water with flowing emotions
Now an ocean will flow peacefully
Until there is a bit of turbulence
Disrupting from a smooth flow
With the up and down currents
As we walk onto a new path
A different kind of feeling steps in
New ventures can be scary in thought
Of what is left behind when we begin
An air of difference can bring on a spin
To a funnel effect as does a water spout
Sometimes when in the spin motion cycle
We are shaded by clouds and cannot see out
When actually caught within the spin
We do not see the change is there
Our sense of direction is lost
We become totally unaware
If you are the one caught
Within that fast paced spin
You will not be able to see
The shape you are really in
That's the time we need someone
To give us a tap on the shoulder
It's not a matter of who knows more
Or which one of the other is older
You'll need a friend like Dory was
Saying to just keep swimming the sea
To never give up your hopes and dreams
As changes in life really just happen to be
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Copyright © Florence McMillian | Year Posted 2013
Modern Life
We are open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week
Except Monday mornings and Sunday nights.
What are they on about, at this place that I seek
That is supposed open 24/7 days a week.
The pub is open we have an unlimited license,
Let's have a drink before we go to bed!
I'm sorry we are closed the doors shut at eleven
That's what the snooty landlord then said.
The helpline is here no matter when
Give us a call and we can help you then.
Ring, ring, ring, ring, the phone rings on
A tape recording says, "Sorry everyone has gone."
My car has broken down the man came to fix it
"It doesn't work" he said sratching his head.
"There a computer on board and I will need to record
All the things that are broken down" he said.
But I need my car; I looked at him hard,
And he gave me a wizened up frown.
He plugged himself in, then said with a grin.
The computer says it's fine, the engine is strong.
But the car doesn't work you toothless little jerk,
The computer plugged in must be wrong.
"How can it be wrong it says the engine is strong?" he gave me a shifty look
"To be honest missus if it ain't on the pute, perhaps the answers in a book."
He could find nothing wrong, the onboard computer gave a bong,
But it still said all was okay.
The tow-truck they called out with its ramp and its chains
Now they have taken my poor car away.
Modern life is so frustrating; we have everything at our fingertips
There is 24/7 that does not mean that, and fury does exit my lips.
If its 24/7 and help lines constantly, a car that is run by computer.
Why doesn't anything work, I feel like the jerk, can somebody lend me a shooter.
I want to blast and to break all technology of late
It's driving me to drink and distraction
The open all hours pubs are now closed,
And my car is still out of action.
The bank is closed, the computers just died,
The telephones gone on the blink
The TV HD, it is fuzzy like me;
I think I'm going to put my head in the sink.
The oven would be better, but its electric not gas
So I don't think it would work as well
I want to end it all, not practice for the day,
The Grim-Reaper points at me, and sends me to hell.
Therefore, I'll fill up the sink and put my head in the drink,
Oh, blast, who is that at the door?
It's the water board here, we are just making it clear,your water is off for a week.
Typical, I have no car and it is too far
To walk out and jump in the creek.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2011
I am water, precious water, the most important source
of life on earth. Master of all shape shifters, I am ever
moving and changing my appearance. When temperatures
dip low enough, I show my freezing solid state of ice
in crystallization and softly enchant you with my beauty
in the form of snowflakes; each tiny flake uniquely different.
Skaters skate on my glassy ice lake and skiers fly down
from mountain top runs. My snowy sleigh rides romance.
I am a requisite for every thirsty plant or tree as they display
their dance with me in transpiration and in evaporation.
My magical cloak covers almost three quarters of the earth.
As the seasons change I cordially oblige offering sleet or hail,
then without a backward glance, I waltz with spring in showers.
With my precipitation lovely blooming trees accept hydration.
Children with impermeable galoshes splash delightfully in
shallow puddles I have created. Lilac blossoms drift into placid
lakes where tourists flock, come summer, to swim and play.
I meander through tall pines in mysterious misty fog in fall, then
invigorate the earth each morning with diamond dew drops.
I invite all to travel on my salty seas as my foamy waves splash
upon the shore. I leave you awestruck with towering waterfalls
and swift flowing rivers for white water rafting or fishing in
quiet solitude. My waters provide food and drink for a hungry
thirsty world. Look to my lofty clouds to know there is a heaven!
Contest Elements Part 3: Water
Sponsor Brian Davey
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016
The Footpath
The footpath to eternity
Crosses our sea of time
Horizon of mortality,
Where in Heaven sublime,
Souls bond.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
Contest: Memento of Waters ~ Visual #1
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Syllables Checked: 8,6,2,8,6,2
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
The unpainted house with a tin roof
Which leaked when it rained_well it poured
It's known tin is tin and not rustproof
Although rain on the roof played chords
The rain still with a tin roof_well it poured
That music on the tin roof pattered
Lulling to sleep the occupants
Whose dreams during rain were splattered
Like splashing rain upon floors patterned
When it rained, the occupants were splattered
Spirits not dampened, entwined in love's strong chord
Even when the rain pitter-pattered
Warmth and love the home still could afford
That family remembers even though scattered
Entwined in love's strong chord even though scattered
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Manassian Quitain
Written: January 29, 2015
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2015
I remember a riding pony I had as a lad which was born blind. A filly she was born during an
Arkansas blizzard and we did not know that she was blind at first for we kept our horses in our
barn for several days because of the winter storm. We all had fallen in love with her by the time
we learned she was blind and could not bear to put her down. I remember training her to ride
after she was mature enough and I named her "Pet" for she was my riding pony.
We spent many happy days together riding inside the green pastures.
I remember she never refused to let me ride her even the first time. And she learned very
quickly to respond to my voice and she trusted in every command that I gave her.
I would say, "easy Pet" when we would come to rough terrain or an eroded ditch in the
pasture. She would slow to a careful walk, in response to my voice.
I would ride her down into the lower part of the pasture to the creek in hottest part of the day.
Pet could of course smell the water and when she would come near the bank of the creek I
would again say, "easy Pet" and she would respond by slowing to a snail's pace down the steep
Pet would wade out about belly depth into the water where she would drink her fill of the cool
clear water. And I would use her back as a diving board launch and swim to my heart's delight.
After she was through drinking I would climb on her back again and give her head to her and
she would trot to the barn where she knew I would give her treats, such as carrots, apples,
sugar cubes and so on.
I remember I never did have the heart to make her run full speed as
I supposed that her blindness was burden enough in her life for her to bear.
It is said of truth that one gets to keep in heaven those things of this life that were loved sufficiently.
I know that my beloved Pet shall be my precious playmate again in the heavenly ethereal of the Spirit.
Pet lives on even now in the depths of my childhood memories. Her loving low neighs as she
approached me by smell, and her nuzzles into my pocket for the sugar cubes she knew would
always be there for her. In heaven I shall see my Pet again, and this time she will see me,
maybe for the first time.
For and in honor of Carol Brown
and Contest.
Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2011
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012
You can try to catch the drops
Crystal clear and clean
The effect of the figures
In silence they dance
Butterfly beauty
Characterized by joy
The balance, your own values
Fill your silver mug
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
- Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017
The air is wet, the sky is very grey
A buoy works its shift down near the shore
Light is quite scarce in these clouds by the bay
Might be a little rain, clouds to implore
The waves are more brisk down on the surface
There might be a flash of lightning no more
There's nothing between the water and grace
A constant wind exists out in the air
There's a tender, calm feeling in this place
Never will one find terror or despair
On this ocean a perfect water lair
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
Free verse to Rhyme Royal
Daytime's Demeanor
This morning the water is,
glass still, an indigo mirror.
Shyly it reflects each hill, each lofty palm,
a soft collage of orange clouds.
Time now, to summon thoughts, delineate them,
confess faults, spill forth, a profusion
of memories, immersed in reverie.
Slowly, as clouds disperse, the day begins to pulse.
As ripples, eventually distort the river
I stir, myself.
Time now, for me to assume, day-time's demeanor.
Like any cloud or tree, be buffered
by whatever comes along.
Suzanne Delaney
Daytime's Demeanor
This morning the river is glassy-still.
Its surface a collage of orange clouds,
of lofty palms, and every nearby hill.
And I, immersed in reverie away from crowds
Summon thoughts, confessing faults, to spill
a profusion of reflected memories
Mirrored to de-lineate in reverie.
As day begins to pulse and clouds disperse
Ripples from unruly winds distort the river
I stir myself, day's journey to traverse
Preparing for what day's events are likely to deliver
Like any cloud or tree that Nature buffers
No longer to remain a simple dreamer
Time now to wrap myself in Daytime's Demeanor.
Suzanne Delaney
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013
I moved to town, and the people came
And stole from me
They took the brightness from my life
And the colour from my skies
They stole the pity from my eyes
And the fur from off my cat
They killed my pride and crippled my beliefs
Then buried my love, and planted seeds of lust
They used my body to poison my mind
And then they took my soul
And slowly crushed it dry
Now my skin grows thicker by the hour
My heart lies coated with envy
And I have learnt the power of hate
Now they own my body and my mind
Yet I feel so very strange
For my hungry hollow shell
That wanders home at night
Sometimes sees the stars
And I must lean against the wall
For I do not see so very well
With water in my eyes
Copyright © RADICAL ROONEY | Year Posted 2015
Youthful dreams of very rich future
A life to enjoy planet's water pure
Kingdoms and powers are offered to him
As he drinks crystal (clear) water filled to brim
Lush green grass grows wild by the cool clear stream
Softens the pleasant place to dream his dream
Most beautiful place on this hemisphere
Will remain when thoughtful living adhere
The dream he dreams is to rule the whole earth
Where live in a great gold gilded city he'll birth
Then he changes goes wild having his fling
Soon forget reasons for his rule to bring
Lost in the power, influence, shiny gold
If only __a different story told
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
Sometimes The River is long
at places mighty deep
The currents not always steady,
into the ground, water will seep
Along the way the water rushes,
there's a need to hold it back
A dams not always foolproof,
sometimes it'll form a crack
The water will rise quickly,
over the banks it will flood
Tearing, ripping, and destroying,
causing destruction, spilling blood
To each person The River differs
With time, changes are made
The enemy can cause erosion
and the waters began to fade
Muddy with deceptive influence
or perfect clarity, to vision
How The River flows is ultimately,
each persons own decision
The River can be very short,
where it comes to an abrupt end
or it can form a tributary,
where a new life will begin
So, when you follow this river,
The River that we call "Life"
May your journey flow freely,
devoid of pain and strife
Don't let the water become polluted,
with corruption and decay
Live your life to the,
fullest every single day
Copyright © Karla Null | Year Posted 2009
From the depths I cry with passion,
Springs of water gush forth
I run over stones sans caution
Trails subtly across earth
A feast!
visual #5
Hija de la Luna
nette onclaud's "Memento of Waters" contest
Copyright © hija de la luna | Year Posted 2015
A beach without any water is a desert
Nachos without any cheese is a chip
A ski slope without any snow is a hillside
Me without you is no relationship
A zebra without any stripes is a donkey
A fountain without spray is a statue
Valentines Day without a lover is a bummer
And that's exactly how I feel without you
Please be the water for my desert
Please be the cheese upon my chip
Please be the snow on my hillside
Please be in my relationship
Please be the stripes on my donkey
Please be the spray for my statue
Please be my lover every single day
Please never let me be without you
(NOTE: This poem was inspired by my 6 year old son. We are going to the beach this week-
end and he asked me, "Will there be water near the beach?" That gave birth to the first line
of this poem, which started my thoughts in motion.)
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010
I told my Hubby I needed a fountain to help the words to flow.
It seems in the shower my creative juices, really know how to go.
My Hubby says it's because I become relaxed, in body and in mind.
That releases everything to flow with ease and in record time.
But then he stated it might also be: the water pounding on my head.
It's beating me senseless to release the flow and to open it up, instead.
This may be true with a hard head like mine, sometimes it needs a touch.
But I think a fountain would be way more fun, and not hurt near so much.
And what would be more beautiful, than water as it's simply cascading around.
My lovely birds could have a drink, as my barriers come tumbling down.
My Trolls could frolick and play all day in water as the sun comes beating down.
My dogs would jump to catch the droplets as they fall upon its crown.
And all I need is to get a basket to collect my wandering thoughts.
Truly nothing could be more worthwhile, no matter what the cost.
Droplets falling thru my thoughts would become a rainbow for my mind.
With a prism throwing forth-countless words, to arrange within record time.
I wish! I wish! Oh, how I wish! To bring forth this dream of so much renown.
So many words bubbling to the surface, before they'd come tumbling down.
They'd fill my mind, and fill my soul… before touching each other's soul.
My fountain would finally be complete, as cascading words did achieve this goal.
Now I truly know, I'll have no fountain, or any great renown.
Still I am grateful, for the few, who've read the words, which I have written down.
Written by Carol Eastman
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013
Water falls in drops of liquid pearl
Landing on my head first
Then down my nose and my shoulders
Dripping down my members.
In thirst I lift my head up to drink
The water descends cleansing
Taking in its flow all the toxins
And leaves a revived sense of being.
The words You softly whisper in my mind
Are like water of the purest kind
They take away my fears at night
And make me feel so alive.
For Your love is like a spring of life
That ever flows from on high.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright Nov. 2011
Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2011
If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones
Copyright © Meggan Rogalski | Year Posted 2006
Recently in one of my poems
I wrote
"If you never lose it means nothing to win"
I add the line
"When you've always lost it means everything to win"
I have worked hard to change the person I am
The Lord called on me one night in Prison
And for the first time in my life
Suddenly mattered to me
Suddenly mattered to me
Suddenly mattered to me
And my status as a "Homeboy" suddenly meant NOTHING AT ALL
I was locked so deep in a cell that all I could do was write
Knowing that I was so much a loser
That even those who loved me the most
Would never write back
For to them it was just another empty lie
I mailed out a stack of letters every day for over a year
Before I finally got one back
I won't go into what that letter said
For it is the one thing between my wife and I
That I'm compelled to keep private
When your life is spent as a loser
You completely lose all concept of the word win
Until you actually win something
And all at once all the years of torment and pain
Being a burden and suddenly become a blessing
As your final tear of regret becomes a ripple in the water
You realize
With the love of the Lord, Family, Friends and Self
You have been reborn
Yesterday I won a Poetry contest on the site and for the first time in my life I felt like
a winner. Don't be like me and need to win something to realize you are a winner. Know in
your heart that the moment you stop being a loser you are a winner because that is the
greatest victory of all.
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008
She pulls the puppets strings; and as he's jerking all about;
She throws her voice to make him talk, with his face held in a pout.
He forgets that he's a puppet; while out there on the stage;
The audience is pleased with him; he's the up and coming rage.
The puppet sings a love song; with the strings he's made to dance;
He's made to speak the saddest words; about his lost romance.
Everybody sighs and giggles; but quietly under breath
They know this is a tragedy; they're waiting for what's left.
The puppet thinks he's living; but the puppeteer don't care;
She controls what's going on and in this play there is no fair.
Dancing for the devil; he calls this little act;
Existing in a make believe; there's nothing more than that.
Every night at bed time; the woman gives a smile;
She pokes him with a fingernail recently just filed.
And with a monotone that's frigid; she says it's time to hit the sack;
So she opens up her luggage bag; and then she puts him back.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2008
I turned on the water sprinkler under the Weeping Willow
A fine stream it did spray
The tree was lacking the nourishment that it gets from water
For it has not rained much in many days
As I was working in my kitchen and viewing the scene
Along came a male Red Cardinal
On a rose bush he did preen
Just close enough to the water to receive a fine spray
When he was water coated, he flew away
Up into the Weeping Willow and puffed his feathers out
Shook his tiny body as a dog after taking a bath
Then he sat in the Weeping Willow and rested for a spell
Before he had time to dry, a Black Bird
Landed on a Weeping Willow limb
Just close enough to the spray to get his shower today
Very intelligent these birds of the yard
Knowing how to refresh and clean their feathers
Sometimes I wonder if they are not more intelligent
Than some of the humans that have big brains
And fancy hair....
(I'll call it free verse for no other reason than I don't know where else it would fit.)
Breathe laden islands rise and fall
beneath the steam graced surface of clear water,
capped with rosettes, red-brown, silken, warm,
beaded with water running in rivers
down mountainsides of flesh, puddling,
in the darken depression of navel.
The water rises, about kneecaps
pristine and alabaster in hue.
Angular shoulders hug the far end of the tub.
A slender neck held aloft, crowned with auburn hair
and hazel eyes, changling orbs, of green and gold
an a oval face rivaling Modigliani's Madonna.
A ruddy glow spreads across high cheekbones.
The rising water submerges all,
but porcelain neck and upturned face,
tendrils, tresses, coil, splay on still water.
Lids droop languidly, lips pout petulantly,
and still the water rises
buoying delicate arms, ending in fingers
...avidly playing.. upon
the pearl white key to desire.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012


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Three men were taken to hospital for treatment for smoke inhalation following a kitchen fire in Crawley.
The fire broke out in a terraced house in Lewes Close, Pound Hill, just after midnight today (Thursday May 15).
A spokesman for West Sussex Fire & Rescue said the kitchen received fire damage and a lot of smoke damage.
Two men in the house and a neighbour were taken to hospital by ambulance.