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Beauty and the Beast
In the deep core of her skin
I feel a human who is no saint
Cutting out her heart, ripping everything to shreds
Leaving my prey gutless, in every form of sin (HUSBAND)
Watch the last beat of her heart as I slowly slaughter your (WIFE)
Thank you for participating as I slowly kill her in every way
Stripping her down, enjoying her birthday suit
Watch as I slice her throat,
enjoy the color red pumping out her neck
She gasp, she gulps on her blood
Gently I reach in and remove her silent tongue
I devour her deepness, for all the beauty you mistook
Detaching all her limbs before she gave God her grace
I gave her no pity while she gave one last breath
Look at the empty emotions I left behind in her eye
Staring right back, as I pound a new cavity in her chest
Laughing at her brutal cry!
Confessing, it was time to satisfy the demons within
Chuckle at the thought, how beauty up and left
Trapped by God's given darkness,
Depressing abyss no one will miss
Her mind such a waste, a hunger she left behind only I can taste
Her eyes, I will cut and burn, for allowing him to blind her way-
Her red plum lips, I have sewn shut, for never speaking up-
Her tongue I swallowed completely
I could not stand the crying of the soon to be slaughtered sheep
Bathing naked in her guts for not defending herself
Plunging out her spine, pricking my finger on her hip
My blood gushing out thick while hers flows thin
Analyzing while mutilating, myself reflected twin
A mistake was to lurk, trapping the beauty within
Putting her in a coffin, knowing this will dry up the tears
I'm holding up a guard with an unbreakable shell
My prisoner in this body of lust, forgetting the meaning of hell
The women inside is dead, I murdered her long ago
The front I put upon is colder than snow
How can I let her find her Beauty-----------(WIFE)
When she still lives with the beast----------(HUSBAND)
I know her only secret,
That will give her life and brighten her glow
Give her a delicate rose and you will see!
The ugliness will melt, and reveal her true identity
*Thank you Beast,
*For reminding me what killed the Beauty
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010
This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.
For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.
I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb we shall together.
I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.
This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.
I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing
to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.
For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown
I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…
Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda | Year Posted 2012
In this world of Uncertainties
I'm the man that you can trust
And in my words of sincerity
That my love would never last.
And if you could only feel, what i feel for you
You can ask me "why?" so you can see the truth
Like our love that tightens the rope,
Like a light that would give us hope.
As you watch the dark skies
Let me grab the moon for you,
And as I catch the bright stars
That's the way you can see me through
As this planet turns as it always will
And things go wrong and you don't know what to feel
Hold my hand for it will make us strong
Like a wind, we will carry on
The wind blow that sings a hymn for you
For they know what does love means for the two
Love is blind, and not deaf
So how's success if you're not ready to bet?
In this poem with full of rhymes,
A full of love, Babe can you be mine?
I don't expect too much from you
Why should I? If you complete my whole.
"Till death do us part" that's what they have said
But why do struggles crash them ahead?
Don't ask me when my love will last,
To count all of our quarrels, is that a must?
Now and Forever is all that I promise
No day dreaming and without reminiscence
As the matter of time, as the time passes by
Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :)
pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless
Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013
In a dark room music plays with a slow beat,
the neon lights make you white panties and bra look like a street.
You move your body slowly and so sexy to the music,
while i look at you threw the darkness of the room set.
A big silver gun on my hip and a mountain of coke on the table,
and nothing can distract me from the beauty i see dancing so stable.
Your every move hypnotizes me,
I think I am going blind cause i am beginning not to see.
I look at your hair how it waves there so perfectly,
your legs move just like i want them to, so delicately.
You touch your breasts and you hold your but,
you give me that look in your eyes like your not wanting to stop.
You unbutton your bra and cover your breasts with your palms,
the music dies down a little and calms.
You walk up to me and than music begins to play,
that's when you start moving your body on top of me and asking me to stay.
You kiss my ear and rub my legs,
your breast rub against my inner pains.
You feel me harder than a rock,
than you decide to grind my cock.
Your body moves so sexy and slowly to the music that i played,
my body is shaking from all the excitement that is payed.
You go in for the big finish, and i tell you to get back up,
cause a lady like you should do all that kind of crap.
Be with me, be with a BOSS,
Who cares if the people i killed ever took a loss.
Dedicated to all the woman of the world.
PS: You are not trash, you are not ......... you are precious jewels. Stay that way ladies. I love you all.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012
Dave, who when his time came to retire
Thought he'd have a quiet life
But instead he soon discovered
That he had a nagging wife.
He acquired an allotment to pass the time
An hour or two of solitude out of the house.
A relaxing day in the summer sun.
Far away from the over bearing spouse.
Then one day he had a shock.
While relaxing with a cold beer.
In the distance, rolling down the path,
A nightmare come true, his worst fear.
His wife came ever closer.
Wearing a massive grin.
She put out her arms to greet.
And kissed him on the chin.
'I have come to help you'
She said with a smile.
'I will come here every day.
And be with you for a quite a while'
Now he did not fancy this one bit.
And tried gently to decline.
But his wife insisted. and said together
They must spend more time.
So he asked her 'what would you like to do.?'
'Oh just give me the spade.' she said.
So reluctantly he did as she asked
And brought the spade down on her head.
Then he dug a fresh new plot.
And buried her in the ground.
Her skill in the garden was proved true.
With a good harvest all year round.
But he was eventually caught.
And how was most absurd.
For his wife had the final say.
As always had the last word.
Of his fruit and veg Dave was proud
Set up a business, sold door to door.
Until somebody noticed something sprout.
It was not a spring onion they saw.
Dave goes over the day again and again.
As in his cell he lingers.
For what was seen poking out the ground.
Were two solitary green fingers.
Copyright © Ken Duddle | Year Posted 2012
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 13
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title 'Madan Dahan'
Peacocks began to show their colors,
In their lascivious dance of passion,
And Cuckoo's song began to resound,
Creating disturbance in Shiva's penance.
Rati his wife of unique beauty, too,
Began her wonderful dance and song,
In tune, with the spring in full bloom,
Disturbing Shanker* in deep meditation.
Under the grab of such flowing charms,
Cupid began to hypnotize the Yogi*,
The cover was of the bewitching charms,
To Break his penance in command.
Kanpur India 4th May 2012
To continue…
Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.
Rati* - Madan or Cupid's wife as per Indian mythology.
Shanker*- Lord Shiva is also known as Shanker. There are many
Other names of Shiva
Yogi*- used for Shiva or Shanker.
Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2012
Even after the rice was thrown and the streets picked cleaned
A lonely squirrel searched for his share of the bounty
The widows had put their handkerchiefs in their purses
Tears of joy dried and our dance began
Holding you close and the band played our favorite song
Under the brilliant sun
Our lives begun
Those names always hurt you
Lived our perfect life in our perfect world and the dream
Your love grew and mine diminished
Those imperfections clouded with fear waited patiently
The skeletons in our closet opened for us to see
I did try to hold you close with nurture and warmth
Under the brilliant sun
Our lives begun
Those names will always hurt you
Our marriage ended with mistakes both made, and no one wanted change
We learned things ended because they were wearing out.
Our love grew thin from the washing and pounding on the rocks
We sewed and patched each garments and forgot that magnificent love
And accusations poked around each corner and grew frayed
Under the brilliant sun
Our lives had run
Did my best to desert you
The Paparazzi took pictures and were posted on the front page
Our vowels came apart and drifted on the ocean
And those waters were uncharted , and we shipwrecked
Natives parade our feelings on truncheons but still I lagged
Gave it one final effort and valiantly I yielded
Under the brilliant sun
Our lives had turned
New names that couldn't hurt you
P.S. I have work to do but this is a start
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012
We met in Heaven and hung in freedom
Laying in fields of clover and joy
Just thoughts and unable to express our love
You were wonderful and I called you Beauty
God met with us and readied
You will go where I send and wait
I had forgotten you until prayer
It was then I heard you calling
I saw you in my dreams and danced again
Tried to recall but there were no answers
I picked you and you picked me
But it was cloudy there
Your eminence diminished and the shining
We promised to wait until GOD sent his signal
And I waited at the crossroad
My lovely came to me and whispered
Well met
I saw you walking across the lawn
You caught me and the photos
My heart was full and the snapping and flash
I remembered and thanked God
My lovely
The wedding came and love
The rice was thrown but you
Always you and your warm hands
The heart which I waited took
We were well met
But we had to go our separate
It wasn't convenient
Silently and moving
Love was placed in the freezer
Return to me
Our love can be thawed
We can baste and nurture
You bring the best of me
And the leaves crushed
Water boiling and rolling
Only the finest China
We were freshly brewed
All men (the loser boyfriends/husbands) think that it's their right to be physically, mentally, and verbally abusive toward their female companions (girlfriends/wives), well they're wrong. Most guys are always beating their girlfriends/wives up every single day just because they didn't make their men dinner, do chores around the house, or whatever. It seems that these womanizing losers are way better than their women. Actually, they're not; they're idiots. Controlling these women and being physically, mentally, and verbally abusive toward them don't make these Neanderthals men; they're like childish cowards. All guys think that they're the only breadwinners in their families and the women aren't. But guess what--they're not; some of them don't have jobs. And does anyone knows what gets on my nerves? Men always cheating on their girlfriends/wives with other women, getting them pregnant, and not taking care of the children they already have. And those controlling, abusive men, they're always telling their female spouses/lovers what to do, what to eat, where to look, and who to talk to. I mean, who are these womanizing losers to judge other men and to boss these women around? I mean, who does that? Everybody doesn't even know why they'd bother spending the rest of their lives with those abusive idiots. This whole saying by these controlling abusive men have been getting on everybody's nerves and my nerves, as well: "You're-not-to-speak-unless-spoken-to," this "You're-not-to-talk-to-your-family" ordeal, this whole "You're-not-to-have-guy-friends," and this whole "You need me! You're nothing without me! You have no money! You have no friends! Everything's in my name: the house, the cars, clothes, everything I own! You're useless! You're worthless! I own you for life! And you will respect me!" Where I come from, the rest of us nicer guys, we treat our women with the respect they rightfully deserve. The last time I checked, the mothers have raised their sons to treat women and other people with respect, but they now know where they've gone wrong with those womanizing clowns. My suggestion for the women is for them to leave their abusive husbands/boyfriends before it's too late because if they don't, they'll end up in the hospital or the morgue. To be honest, these women, they never should've met, let alone dated or married those abusive men to begin with. And if these abusive men think that they can control those women forever, they've got another coming.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2012
I wish I could be a fly on the wall,
When my poor old mother gets the phone call,
"He's here at the bar
Quick bring us your car,
Your husband just got in a brawl"
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2011
I wandered and travelled
Nor knew where I'd gone .
Life became a problem;
T'was one long cruel song.
My problems seem to multiply;
They came from every side.
I vowed to find the answer;
by this I would abide.
I looked into nature
And tore apart my mind.
Then put them on the table
To see what I could find.
I found that I'de been greedy
and avaricious, too.
Whenever projects of mine failed
I put the blame on you.
I found that I was lonely;
I thought you didn't care.
But what I really didn't know
Was you were always there.
You tried to fill the void
That always was in my Life.
you tried to ease the sorrow
You've been a real good Wife.
Yvette & Grandpa Murray
From James Murray to , Janet Murray ..his beautiful wife.
" In great respect of Grandfather Murray's poem he wrote for my Grandmother Murray "
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can
I think about life, I think about my everyday strifes
I know I love you girl you the mama of my children
You already like my wife
I know I have cheated from time to time
but you the only one who I sleep with at the end of another long night
Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can
I know I like to drink yet it feels like I love that alcohol
This liqour and beer is my number one downfall
If it werent so then the crazy *****in my life now I would have never saw
I would have never ended up sitting in prison for breaking the law
Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can
It's alright now though because Im back in school
I know I struggle at times but Im reframing from being another lost fool
I know it bull-*****even though many youngsters think that *****is cool
But they don't know if they been where I been and still want to do what I do
Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012
As sin and perversion often
become integrated…
So many lives and families
are being "disintegrated."
Many are being driven by sin's temptation force…
It's no wonder much of this country
is way "off course."
The morality and values that once made a great nation.
Are evaporating…. Leading to a
"spiritual separation."
Love, honor, and respect of God…
Is often a "thing of the past."
Anything of God seems to be
disappearing FAST!
God is our only hope! And him alone!
Only he can bring healing to our broken homes!
He's the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds!
It's only God that can meet all of our needs!
He's our provider… The great: "I am!"
Won't you reach out to him?
And give him your hand?
Why not give him a chance? And allow him in?
A brand new life for you…
Is waiting to begin!
May we allow God's holiness and love to reach
down into our hearts…
Asking; "Lord please forgive our sins!"
Is a good place to start!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
Nights in black and white,
My mind keeps drifting from side to side.
Wondering about the voice I heard at night,
Is it an angel or God?
"Be patient," The voice said,
I heard it so clear, strange to say the least.
The voice whispered in my own ear,
It made me scared, and it made me fear.
Fear from God who heard my cry,
Begging for mercy, to save a child.
Praying to all angels to keep her safe
The mother of my children, and my soulmate.
This is a sign for me to know,
That God is up there, and I am not alone.
I did get angry for the suffering you caused,
Left without mercy this innocent soul.
She's confused she said.
"why me"? "What have I done,
To deserve such pain"?
"Or is it my luck or my fate"?
She was punished for no real crime?
My soulmate, the one I love.
I'll keep my faith every time I'm down,
With my forehead touching the ground.
Copyright © ali hammoud | Year Posted 2013
My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.
I was proud of my parents! I really was!
And loved them so much… Just because!
They meant everything to me! I was proud!
Until one day... There appeared "a dark cloud."
It was like a "darkness" hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!
Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.
I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another…. They no longer enjoyed!
How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage "totally plundered
As sin crept in... And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.
May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!
If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!
If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus' love can put it on the right course!
He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view
I can see your blood boiling
through the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my lungs;
your words seek like bullets
your mouth like sniper guns.
I'm hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it…
It's Aunt Floe…,
This battle can't be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew.
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn't stop there.
I didn't change
I've been the same
these 28 days,
but now I'm f_ckin A__hole
Aunt Floe gave me that name.
She said get out my face
This aint your home no more,
But I'm more puzzled by
What was said before.
I love you
With her glossy eyes
I knew it was true,
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that's cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn't start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love
To live my life like in a pit.
This is horrible sh_t
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent.
You could be laughing
While I'm smiling
But Aunt Floe Won't let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue a week.
And that ain't gone happen
I'm a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don't know what to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable rage,
She locked herself
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn't there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap
I'll guess I'll see,
If I fall for another
You know that's dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed
I think I know that girl,
But where's the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn't even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
Next time she here
Make sure I'm stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk. ?
Copyright © Anthony Thomas | Year Posted 2011
King Of The Fallen
Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eyes,and his charming smile.Once the prince looked over by and loved by everyone,no one knowing his true self.
See his proud stance,he stands and look down on people.
His gentle eye show nothing more then lies.
Such a caring smiling he uses to massacre thousands.
Let him rule your mind but keep your heart
Let him judge over you but never about you
Let him rain cruelty over but may you remain pure
Look upon my king see his monarchy shatter before his eye's,as the evil he has done catch up to him.His children taken,his wife's broken,and his castle destroyed.
Look at the prince who was loved,look at the king who was feared,looks at the king who is now fallen into despair.
Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eye and charming smile.
See his proud stance as he looked on down on the weak.
See his gentle eye's,see the lies that spur in them.
See his charming smile,like a wicked prince ready to tangle you up and put your out of your mind..
He has fallen
He is broken
He was taken
He is now in despair
He has ruled your mind,now his heart is gone.
He has judged you,now is being judged for himself of himself.
He has rain cruelty over you,now he is impure and Ingenta.
Look he's kingdom has fell and now the deed's of his injustice has ensnared him.
Look his leg's broken.
Look his eye's have been gouged.
Look his smile has been cut.
Look at his wives they are broken.
Look at they children are taken without words of appease.
And his home is destroy in flames.
Look upon the the fallen king,no tears shall fall from his eye's only the blood from his mouth,and the words of death.
Fare thee well world,this game of cat and mouse,and of death and life.How I enjoyed it to the fullest,but now my home is in fired my children taken my wives broken and my body destroyed.This must be punishment for being the King of the Fallen.
Copyright © Marcedies Rhodes | Year Posted 2012
There's no fury like the wrath of a woman scorn. Every woman will have known that they
will have been lied to, cheated on, and deceived by their husbands/boyfriends and will
have driven them over the edge. It seems that these men (the boyfriends/husbands) have
been taking these women (the girlfriends/wives) and what they've done for them for granted
and it's not right. It also seems that these women are not good for the guys and the women
are angry about it. Some of the guys (the husbands/boyfriends) think that other women are
way more intelligent and way more attractive than their current wives/girlfriends,
especially when these men are having multiple affairs behind the backs of their women. A
woman's scorn means that all of the ladies have had enough of being lied to, cheated on,
and being belittled by a bunch of womanizing jerks, that includes the loser boyfriends.
And for a bunch of women scorned by infidelities and lies, there's such thing as bad
karma. What these bad guys did to their women will happen to them in the near future, and
when they pass on, these womanizing fiends will meet their judgment day and God will
punish them for all of the misdeeds they've done. The men may lie to their women and they
may lie to their family members, that will have included their parents, but they can't lie
to Him. He sees everything that's going on, and the men (husbands/boyfriends) are going to
pay for what they did to their women (wives/girlfriends). And like the saying goes:
"there's no fury like the wrath of a woman scorned." These men better be really careful
around these women because if they take them for granted, there's going to be heck to pay.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011
Interracial relationships are way better than all-white relationships, all-black
relationships, all-Hispanic relationships, and all-Asian relationships. They're still
considered a bunch of lovebirds, even though they're from different worlds. It's the time
of the month for a black guy to date either a white/Caucasian girl, a Hispanic girl, or an
Asian girl (Chinese, Taiwanese, Japanese, or Korean) and a black girl to date guys that
are outside the African-American race, as well. It seems that everybody's promoting a lot of
interracial relationships around the U.S. of A., especially Texas. Everybody's wondering
that if there will be interracial children involved and stuff. I think that two lovebirds
from different races would become great parents, raising all interracial families. Some of
those interracial relationships don't last long, but I beg to differ. Some of them do last
longer than just 72 hours or even a week. that's why I tend to find a girlfriend that's
outside the African-American race. I'll date either a white/Caucasian girl, a Hispanic
girl, an Asian girl (Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, Korean, or Vietnamese), or a Middle
Eastern girl, and then have mixed-raced children of my own. And if all interracial
relationships were to stay stronger than ever, that would be very awesome.
Let not the pain of death enter my body
I the Pharaoh, son of the gods
Here my wife, who is the daughter of the Nile
The daughter of Isis sits beside my throne,
Is she not beautiful?
I live and roam the abode of the gods,
In eternity I stay with the majesties
Of the immortal gods
Mortality has no hold of me
I alone carry the staff of Osiris,
Behold! I judge thy weight of the heart,
With that of the golden feather
Thoth that measures thy heart shall tell me of thy hearts content.
If I find thy heart lighter than the feather;
And find thy honesty,
I shall let you enter the heaven of the gods and goddesses.
If not, than, a beast to devour thee, waits for the dishonest.
Know me by my throne, made of gold
I am cloth with ornaments made of jade and sapphire,
White silk of clothing, with jewels from far away lands.
Anyone that dear look down upon me shall die
And those that despise me, shall fine their homes burned down,
with fires from heaven.
Who am I? I have asked thee
Look at Anubis, the son of Nephthys bringer of death.
Do you await him to bring me great sorrow?
Shall he warp me with a yard of cloth?
Shall I find peace in death and my fate be judge by him?
If so, I have a place among them.
My afterlife is in paradise, their awaits a bundle of joy
With music of the immortal, with harps, lutes, lyres
And servants to tend to my every need.
But even if I die, the weight of mine own heart, shall be as light as a feather.
For I know mine own honesty.
As I sail across the sandbank of Apophis,
I have my guide, Ra, the god of the sun to light my path
No monstrous serpent of chaos shall wreck his boat,
The boat in which, I am in.
So, I ask thee, traveler from the west
What is thy business with a god?
Look at my palace, is it not magnificent?
Has is not, the decoration and flowers that surpasses all human designs?
I have built these with rocks
Sands was the foundation of my legacy,
Shall all things compare to that of the passed days?
I carry the burden of my glory, and yes, it is heavy.
But will such foundation as the sand be strong enough to hold against the tide?
Love is abiding that is true, but only in those who welcomes it.
My love for my beautiful wife, oh! How well have I been treated
With love from her is better than any pleasure a man can have.
Faithful to the gods or my wife? that I know not.
Copyright © LIde Sangtam | Year Posted 2012
I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to "End It All!"
I knew of someone who just wanted "to end it."
Giving up on life, and did not want to "defend it."
It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation.
He said what he wanted to, with no explanation!
I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes!
What he was going to do next, was anyone's surprise.
He turned to drugs and encountered addictions.
With this brought much disease and afflictions!
He gave up on the wonderful family that was given.
And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin'!
I told him about a God who loves him very deeply.
As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary.
I reached for his hand and began to pray for God's power!
It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour!
The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body!
He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody!
The "end" that he wanted, seemed to just fade away!
For the son of the living God, changed him this day!
The glory of God, and the power of Jesus' resurrection…
Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction!
He's so thankful for the blood of Christ' atonement!
And is a different person now, because of that moment!
This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU!
Through the problems of life…
He will see you through!
By Jim Pemberton
If I told you once, I told you twice.
I need you now, turn out the lights.
And stay with me, through eternity.
As man and wife.In love with life.
Let the green grass grow.In the country's fields.
Let fellow man take the wheel.
And live his life, to see it through.
And stay with me, through eternity.
As man and wife.In love with life.
And everytime you think of me.
Picture me in love with you.
So let the gardens grow, and lay the seed.
Then till the soil, for what we need.
And stay with me, through eternity.
As man and wife.In love with life..
Man And Wife Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1988,2014..
ALL rights reserved..
Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2014
I left the Earth and walked to the Moon passing the Sun.
Along the way a Star I did meet full of treasures and fun.
The Star had a story to tell so I listened carefully so keen.
It told me of Earth's history and mysteries setting a scene.
There was a King a Queen a Prince and a princess before.
Not born of Earth but of this Star that made plenty more.
The Star buried them in the Earth's core where they grew.
It took years and years for this mixture to ferment a brew.
In the Earth's core were diamonds as big as Mountains.
They sprung forth showers of fires like huge fountains.
Under the diamonds was a huge magnet pulling the Star.
They stayed together and worked as one to build a heart.
So they gave the heart to the Queen and the princess.
The King and the Prince were able to take a recess.
They went on and built the dome around the Earth.
But in the core lies a timely date for a new rebirth.
So they grew and woke up and jobs were assigned.
They had to gather the crops and all planets aligned.
They had to dispense kingdom upon kingdom by a breath.
They had to experience a multitude of life and one of death.
But they hid treasures upon the whole Earth and stored.
They sealed fate conquering life and death until bored.
So one day they decided to go away leaving treasure.
They'd build galaxies and more Stars hard to measure.
They stayed together and lived happily ever after.
Each with a skill and a talent cheerfully in laughter!
® Registered: Ann Rich 2006
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2009
WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN"S LOVER part 3
Now Jorgie met a new love
He begged to make her wife
First, they'd fetch her small boy
to start a fresh new life.
So East they went to Minot
To find her cousin there
But when they came to his big house
His smile for them was spare.
The cousin was not happy
To relinquish that fine boy
He said his wife would waste away
Without her greatest joy
And Jorgie, solemn, studied them
The woman and the child &
Wept with great compassion
Her broken heart ran wild.
Determined to do justice
Twas no one she could blame
Jorgie hugged the boy good bye
Her soul in raging flame.
She bid the woman love him
And tell him she was aunt
And with her newfound husband, John,
Departed pale and gaunt.
Now John, he was a good man
Who worshiped his new wife
They agreed to keep a secret
About her former life
And so away the years passed
Son came after son
Jorgie had a fresh life
They built a solid home.
Each month she mailed the letters
To the 'cousin' in the west
She parceled up the photos
true siblings in their best
But Sadness haunted Jorgie's eyes
She tried to hide it well
But her husband knew her---
She had him in her spell.
So sad she was and so forlorn
He needed to confide
To someone who could help him
to cheer his cherished bride.
And so he told his sister
His wife had longed to see
From her past her loved ones---
Her own sweet family.
So sister Lena planned a scheme—
For Jorgie wild and free
the gift would be a great surprise
And John he did agree.
They would take the children
Aboard the westbound train
Jump the train at Minot
To see the boy again.
Wait they must til autumn
For Jorgie twas the best
In May would be a newborn babe
Nuzzling at her breast
Then hit the plague of '17
Entire towns were dead—
And in their midst was Jorgie--
With her newborn-- cold, in bed.
Note: Jorgie : (pronounced Yor' gee) was a nickname
Her name: Sena Jorgine Larsen
My father's mother. The baby named Clara. My was nearly 4 when they died. His father, John Anderson—Jorgie's husband , never remarried. He lived to be in his 70's. His sister, my great aunt, Lena Anderson Hildebrandt, told me this story in 1971.
PS THERE IS ANOTHER PART TO THIS IF ANYONE WANTS TO READ IT LET ME KNOW. I DON'T WANT TO BORE ANYONE TO DEATH! vat
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012
(Part 2 of 3)
Now Jorgie was a fierce one
Widowed 'fore she wed
The object of her passion
A Sea man lost and dead
Jorgie had a small lad
Swaddled piece of sun
And her lovers parents
Coveted this tiny life begun
They didn't care that he was born
Before the two were wed
They claimed that he was theirs now
A whaling lad- True bred.
The parents of the lover
had an only child
On his death they lost their hope
Twas like a dream defiled.
Jorgie begged her father
"Keep us out of sight!"
But her father made a traitors deal--
Oft Gold dissolves what's right.
She quickly packed her bag
And off the two did fly
She sold gold jewelry and fine clothes
And kissed her land good bye
Upon a third class ship
She bought a third class bed
The sickness hit her in a storm
She puked until she bled…
Spring Winds they blew black fierce,
the poor men all were cursed
The scurvy struck them all
There was no last or first
The ship was tossed --the wind blew bad
A wretched ugly sight
Despite the stink ,despite her fear
She battled with her fright.
Didn't know the language
Didn't know the style
But Jorgie was determined
To prosper with her child
When she reached the New World
She found cross country trains
And as she crossed the mighty land
She wracked her weary brain.
To organize a new life
And work the whole day long
She came up with a daring plan
She hoped she wasn't wrong.
She jumped the train at Minot
She had a cousin there
She'd pay his wife to watch the babe
'til she could raise him fair.
The cousin's wife had lost her babes
She welcomed the small joy
Jorgie smiled and kissed him tho
Her heart ached for the boy.
She ventured West to logging camps
Set up her fire and pans
Cooked for Nordic loggers
The boldest of bold men.
========to be continued (too long for the site...sorry...)
Note: Jorgie : (pronounced Yor' gee) was a nickname
Her name: Sena Jorgine Larsen
Copyright © Johannes Rothmann | Year Posted 2013
You say you aren't perfect,
but look again and behold yourself; perfectly you.
Your tears be heavy-laden with guilt;
also remember, they glisten with remorse.
The sea water of the eye cleanses wounds old
and leads life to the good vulnerability
that teaches humility and belief.
Singing; your voice awakens the dawn
and dancing you set the moon.
Entrancing, you smile
and for a moment I glimpse forever.
Joy's child is your way
and grace is in your name.
Awake in the watches of the night
He watches your panic weeping;
wanting your day to soar
and set twilight leaping.
Stars twinkle in sympathy,
and meteors lead sight to the other.
Come away with me my love and wink at suns.
Copyright © Ross Thompson | Year Posted 2013
Lol here i go writing another big ass letter today. Gosh seeing you for those 15 min or wat ever is now making my heart sing. you have no idea how much i am happy right now.
you cant even imagine how happy i am right now. I GOT TO SEE MY ANGEL AGAIN.
gosh looking into your eyes was a nicest trip i ever taking. even on drugs i didnt have that big of a high as i got after seeing you.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUK! i am so FUKIN happy you can't even FUKIN imagine. lol. i wanna hear your voice so bad again. just to boost my high right now. lol. DAMN i think my heart is gonna stop right now of how happy i am right now that i saw an angel like you today.
Gosh no one ever made me as happy as i am right now as you. Damn i wanna see you so much right now. So how do you expect for me to live with just me. MUAH i love you baby.
Fired Up
Suddenly slow, then frozen up…My heart began to pound.
My computer means so much to me. It's my touch to the outside world.
Then my knight came in the door… determined my dragon to slay.
And let me tell you… as dragons go… he can slay anything.
Dragon fire can be hot, but this one was immensely worse.
Nothing at all seemed to work. This dragon was really strong.
Shield after shield fell from my knights' grip…
But thank God… he never, ever gave up.
Night after night he fought with might and studied his foe with thought.
Each night he scanned every road… for where a lair could be stowed.
His sword swung with might nightly… erasing him from the land.
But still the dragon was able to come back breathing fire upon all at hand.
He knew how to open every back door. He was cleverer than any I had seen.
But steady as a rock my knight and prince… continued to protect my way of life.
Finally, one day, with four new shields and with Excalibur by his side…
The dragon's spawn was slayed one last time, then a miraculous silence remained…
My knight had sacrificed so much time and sleep… that I truly cried.
This dragon was from a far away land where more dragons are made with pride.
But my dear knight is willing to wait by my side… His shield and sword nearby.
Thank you I say with hugs and kisses… For my knight in shining armor, my life…
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012
We began so little and young,
Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue.
You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say
When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay.
Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now,
We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced.
I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say,
Nothing lasts forever.


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I quit shopping at Gamestop years ago for this very reason - opening boxes then selling it as new. I bought my daughter a new Nintendo DS game that already had saved games on it when we opened it - obviously used. Another time they shorted my son a disc when he bought a multi-disc game. They made good on both, but still it required another trip to the store.
It will be very interesting to see how this plays out. Can they still sell an opened box as new? Since they opened the box and broke the seal, does that mean they agreed to the EULA, not you? If this is allowed, can a different store start opening boxes of children's cereal to take the toy out since that might compete with their own toy business?
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March 17, 2012, 08:28 PM
Just bought a Cimarron Arms Pietta prewar Frontier. 45 Colt revolver. It has the sickest, smooth, action I have ever seen on a 1873 single action revolver. Beautiful blueing and case hardened frame. Anyone else had any experience with one of these? I owned an Uberti before, and it is not as good as this Cimarron. :eek:


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Monsters, Inc
Monsters, Inc
Place Published:
[Burbank, Calif.]
Buena Vista Home Entertainment
2 videodiscs (92 min.) : sd., col. ; 4 3/4 in.
Originally produced as a motion picture in 2001.
Special features: Disc 1: audio commentary by the filmmakers (Pete Docter, Lee Unkrich, Andrew Stanton, John Lasseter); Disc 2: new monster adventures including Mike's new car (animated short); Behind the screams, including outtakes and "Company play" a performance of "Put that thing back where it came from or so help me" by Mike Wazowski; Monsters, Inc. orientation; Pixar tour; from story to storyboard; monster files; design; animation; music and sound design; theatrical release.
Editor, Jim Stewart ; music, Randy Newman ; production designers, Harley Jessup, Bob Pauley ; art directors, Tia W. Kratter, Dominique Louis.
In the world behind our closet doors monsters are lurking to collect the energy of our screams. At Monsters, Inc., James P. Sullivan (Sully) is the top scream-generator with his partner Mike Wazowski. But, there's still a scream shortage in the monster world. One night, Sully and Mike accidentally let a human girl through her closet door into Monstropolis, and pandemonium ensues. Sully and Mike work to return the little girl to her own world, while the CEO of Monsters, Inc. tries to capture her, to use her to collect more scream energy. Will Sully and Mike succeed?
MPAA rating: G.
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Story from PRI's The World. Listen to audio above for full report.
Ten years ago, Juliette Kayyem spoke with PRI's The World just hours after the attacks on the World Trade Center on Sept. 11, 2001. Looking back on the changes in the world since that day, the former assistant secretary of Interdepartmental Affairs in the Department of Homeland Security noted that there many things left unsaid in that first interview.
"I reheard our tape and two things struck re-listening to it," Kayyem said. "One is I sound very academic and governmental, and the other is my unwillingness to say because I simply didn't have access to information--although I certainly knew it was al-Qaida."
With regard to her certainty of the 9/11 suspects, Kayyem said, "Almost anyone who had been in the field [of national security] would know that no one could've thought this through quite so well and would've had the desire to do it as al-Qaida."
The day of the attacks, Kayyem had been travelling from Boston to New York City by train with her 5-week-old daughter when the first plane struck the North Tower. Recalling the worries and fears of that day, Kayyem said that although she sounded cool and collected to all the media with which she spoke, Kayyem was far from it.
"The final thing I remember and am willing to admit 10 years later is that I was trying to play the role of this objective expert, but I remember hanging up the phone with [Lisa Mullins] and, to be honest, bursting out crying," Kayyem said.
Before the 9/11 attacks, as a counterterrorism expert, most of Kayyem's work dealt with foreign lands and threats. After the World Trade Center fell, there was a dramatic shift toward "Homeland Security." And with the creation of the Homeland Security Department, Kayyem noted that such new ideas brought about new ideological negotiations as well.
"I found it, intellectually, very interesting," Kayyem said. "How you retain American democratic norms while still fighting the threat was the main debate of the Bush administration and ultimately one I engaged in when the Obama transition began."
Perhaps most striking is how Kayyem's young family has understood disaster and security since 9/11. The mother of three children, Kayyem noted that each of her children has lived under the shadow of a major national disaster. With her first daughter, it was 9/11, her middle child experienced Hurricane Katrina, and her 5-year-old knew the disaster of the BP oil spill. In the time since 9/11, Kayyem says that these other events have helped America widen its perspective.
"A nation too focused on terrorism may forget the fundamentals of other things," Kayyem said.
Read a full transcript of interview with Juliette Kayyem on The World website.
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As you know, today is Wednesday, June 30th. Lots of things going on in Hollywood that bear mentioning. For one thing, everyone's buzzing about this Forbes' Celeb Power List (including us). Which is why, on this day I could be expressing my outrage over certain slights on that List, while wholeheartedly approving others who made the cut. Similarly, on this Wednesday, I could perhaps be commenting on the Hawaiian marriage of 36-year-old Brian Austin Green to his on-again, off-again doll Megan Fox, who's all of 24. Also today? I could conceivably add my two cents to Larry King's announcement that he'll be ending his long-running, iconic late-night talk show come fall. Those topics I could address. But I shan't. Because today in Los Angeles (and across the nation) Eclipse, the third installment of the Twilight Saga opens. And as an unabashed fan, that makes this day a long-awaited treat indeed. Admittedly, Twilight's a guilty pleasure. And though I find it incomprehensible, I must acknowledge that the franchise is not for everyone. To be sure, there was a time when I didn't know the first thing about it. I knew about the books, but I just lumped them in with other things I knew I would never read like Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings and all those ghastly, creepy Anne Rice culty (and oc-culty) vampire stories. Buffy?? Zero interest. When Twilight came out, I went to see it because I had interviewed director Catherine Hardwicke several times for my radio station, and I'd also brought Kristen Stewart in to promote a thriller she'd just done. I thought they were both very talented, and so I went with genuine curiosity. So far so good. I didn't expect much, and sat in a theater among literally hundreds of shrieking tweens. The movie began, and about six minutes in, I was totally and inexplicably hooked. That was all it took. It's just a great story that's really well lit with impossibly appealing actors.Within a few hours I had purchased the books, and within a few days I'd devoured all four of them. I watched clips from the movie on YouTube posted, I am sure, by children unable to stay at home without a babysitter. Then I watched as people I knew well and respected — people as unfamiliar with the phenomenon as I'd been — admitted privately that "you know, it's kind of a good movie". The story works on a very basic level and its appeal is largely due to one simple fact: its heroine is not just an ordinary girl, she's actually clumsy & awkward & stuck in a less-than-ideal school/home sitch. Everyone can relate. Then came New Moon. Which was not a terrible movie, unless you (and me, and every 14-year old girl in America, plus all their mothers) were into the central Bella/Edward story. In which case, it was kind of a disaster. So tonight? Part three. And I couldn't be more excited. Will it be a good movie? Possibly. Will it be better than New Moon? Unquestionably. Will the critics like it? Probably not. Will their disparagement make one iota of difference to fans ? Nope. I predict it'll do meteoric business. Now today, because it's Eclipse day, let's address other huge fan phenoms; think back to those movies you absolutely couldn't wait to see in theaters. Voice your choice in today's featured poll and tell us which of these blockbuster movie franchises you were the most excited about seeing:
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by Connie K. Ho | April 30th, 2012
"I knew I wanted to study abroad since going to college. I knew right off the bat that was something important to me."
These are the words of Haley Brown, a senior English major in New York who studied abroad in the spring of her junior year in Cape Town, South Africa. She enrolled in an IES Abroad program, where she took a social work class at the beginning of semester that focused on issues of service delivery in South Africa. The students discussed why issues of service delivery were different between races, the impact of apartheid, and how to put what they had learned in the classroom to practice. Each was to work at a specific social agency.
Brown visited a few different sites until she decided to volunteer at the SOS Children's Village in Cape Town. The agency was for orphans were displaced. They lived with "mamas" and "aunties."
"Working at SOS really allowed me to feel as if I had a different sort of cultural experience then my scholarly one at the University of Cape Town because the children, a lot of times, had come from impoverished settings, situations, and being able to interact with children who have been affected by poverty is really interesting," noted Brown.
After observing the organization for some time, Brown approached them with a project. The project revolved around a yoga class for children between the ages of six to ten who were diagnosed with Fetal Alcohol Spectral Disorders. She designed a fitness-based program that would increase the kids' energy, improve their listening skills, and give them opportunity to interact in different poses and feel personal success.
"I was interested in ways that yoga could help improve the growth and fine motor skills," explained Brown.
Brown led the class for a month and, before she returned to the United States, she left a set of instructions for the organization to continue the work that she started. She hopes to be able to return to Africa one day with her mom and show her some of the things that she experienced. Brown also credits the volunteer experience with teaching her a lot more about patience and having back-up plans.
"It takes a lot of patience to work with very energetic six to ten year olds," said Brown. "It teaches you if you go in with a plan, you'll have to abandon it and end up doing something different. That was huge, that was the big lesson I continue to carry, that you have to sort of have to have a plan B. You have to be okay with making changes. As a college student, that comes in handy."
Based on her volunteer experience in South Africa, Brown hopes to pursue a career in service.
"Being involved with SOS and my time in cape town solidified that I could do it for an extended period of time and work through all of the frustrations that might be involved," remarked Brown. "It gave me confidence and showed me that when you work together with the people that you're trying to serve, when you work together as opposed to imposing an idea, really great things can come about."
Haley Brown is a Senior English major with minors in Honors and Women's Studies at Ithaca College. In spring 2011, she studied at the University of Cape Town in South Africa as part of the International Education of Students study abroad program. She also worked on a service learning project at SOS Children's Village Cape Town, creating a yoga exercise practice for children with Fetal Alcohol Spectral Disorders. While in Cape Town, Haley bungee jumped off the Guinness Book of World Records' World's Highest Bungee Bridge, went on safari at Kruger National Park in Mpumalanga, backpacked through Namibia's Namib Desert, and ate samoosas for breakfast almost every morning. When she is not traveling, Haley enjoys writing poetry, taking photographs, and yoga. After graduation, Haley will be working for Simply Smiles, a non-profit that works towards "building bright futures for impoverished children" in Oaxaca, Mexico and on the Cheyenne River Sioux Tribe Reservation in South Dakota.


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© St. Petersburg Times
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DENVER -- Greg Gilbert was a popular coach, the kind who inspired players to work harder and had a great relationship with the front office. He just didn't win enough.
The Flames fired Gilbert and assistant Brad McCrimmon on Tuesday after winning one of their past 12 to end one of the worst months in team history. Calgary was 3-9-1-1 in November.
General manager Craig Button said assistant GM Al MacNeil will serve as interim coach.
"Greg liked the players, and the players liked Greg, but the coordination and what a team needs to do to be successful -- it was slipping," Button said. "Ultimately, that's the coach's responsibility"
Gilbert, 40, played for four teams in 15 NHL seasons. MacNeil won the Stanley Cup as Montreal's coach in 1971, his first in the league, and is 134-108-53 in four seasons.
MacNeil won Tuesday 2-1 over host Colorado on goals from Craig Conroy and Oleg Saprykin. Roman Turek stopped 30 shots for the Flames.
BLUE JACKETS: Defenseman Duvie Westcott was recalled from Syracuse of the American Hockey League and defenseman Jean-Luc Grand-Pierre (sprained MCL) was placed on injured reserve.
CAPITALS: Dainius Zubrus will miss 4-6 weeks after surgery to remove a bone spur from his right hand.
DEVILS: The team suspended rookie center Mike Danton for failing to report to the minors. He was assigned to AHL Albany on Friday after complaining about playing time.
PANTHERS: Left wing Peter Worrell received a 10-day jail sentence, one year of probation and a five-year suspension of his driver's license after pleading no contest to driving under the influence. Judge Joel Lazarus ordered Worrell to report to jail on April7, one day after Florida's regular-season finale. He also must pay a $500 fine. Worrell, 25, after being arrested June 16 was charged with DUI property damage, leaving the scene of an accident and criminal mischief.
PENGUINS: Dick Tarnstrom, the league's leading scorer among defensemen, will miss 2-4 weeks with a broken left foot.
BLUES 4, BRUINS 0: Fred Brathwaite had 33 saves and Keith Tkachuk and Scott Mellanby each had a goal and an assist for St. Louis, which snapped Boston's eight-game home win streak.
RANGERS 5, BLUE JACKETS 3: Pavel Bure had a hat trick and assisted on Eric Lindros' winner 10:47 into the third for host New York. Rangers defenseman Brian Leetch left after bruising his left ankle and did not return.
RED WINGS 2, MIGHTY DUCKS 1: Curtis Joseph made 29 saves and Brett Hull and Sean Avery scored for host Detroit. Hull has seven goals in his past 10 games.
ISLANDERS 2, CANUCKS 1: Alexei Yashin scored with 1:32 left to snap visiting Vancouver's best win streak ever at 10. Chris Osgood is 8-0-3 unbeaten in his past 11 starts against the Canucks and is 11-1-4 against them overall.
HURRICANES 2, PREDATORS 1: Rod Brind'Amour and Erik Cole scored for visiting Carolina. Hurricanes goalie Arturs Irbe, filling in for injured starter Kevin Weekes, stopped 24 shots.
CAPITALS 4, PENGUINS 1: Jaromir Jagr scored his 13th goal of the season and Olaf Kolzig made 16 saves for visiting Washington.
SHARKS 3, COYOTES 2 (OT): Teemu Selanne tied the score with 3:24 left in the second and got the winner with 42.6 seconds left in overtime for visiting San Jose in Cap Raeder's coaching debut.
OILERS 2, WILD 1 (OT): Mike York scored 1:29 into overtime for host Edmonton. A goal by Minnesota's Pascal Dupuis tied it in the second.


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Nationals signed RHP Dan Haren to a one-year, $13 million contract.
Haren passed his physical Friday -- which was no slam dunk -- to make the deal official. The veteran right-hander has dealt with back and hip issues and declining velocity over the last few years, but he's a nice gamble for the Nats on a one-year deal. He'll slot in behind Stephen Strasburg, Gio Gonzalez and Jordan Zimmermann and ahead of Ross Detwiler in the Nats' formidable rotation.


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Three years ago, Derek E. Miller was a struggling waiter in New York City. Now he's working with some of the biggest names in popular music and lending his music to national TV campaigns.
In part, he attributes this success to his origins on the South Florida hardcore scene. "Hardcore was right there," says Miller, a native of West Palm Beach. "It was a good outlet for all that useless, 14- to 15-year-old angst that isn't directed at anything."
But while boredom and seething disgruntlement might have initially attracted Miller to hardcore, he became a fixture on the local scene thanks to a six-year stint playing guitar in the band Poison the Well, a perennial fave among punk fans in Palm Beach and Broward counties. "I just wanted to do something different," Miller shrugs. "There's not a whole lot else going on in West Palm."
Sleigh Bells
Sleigh Bells, with Bosco Delrey and Dominique Young. 9 p.m. Saturday, April 29, at Grand Central, 697 N. Miami Ave., Miami; 305-377-2277; grandcentralmiami.com. Tickets cost $15 plus fees via fla.vor.us.
During that period, Poison the Well recorded its highest-charting album to date, 2003's You Come Before You. Yet within a few years, Miller was packing his bags and heading for New York, already eyeing more ambitious undertakings. And this Saturday, he will revisit his old stomping grounds for the second time in seven months to perform at Miami's Grand Central, alongside the singing half, Alexis Krauss, of his NYC-bred noise-pop project Sleigh Bells.
The duo is on tour with Cansei de Ser Sexy, a Brazilian quintet, led by a little female singer named Lovefoxxx, that records raw and dirty electro-tinged indie pop. But in late March, CSS played the first day of Ultra Music Festival, so the band won't be able to play this week's Miami show because of an Ultra exclusivity agreement. Similarly, contractual stipulations prevented Miller and Krauss from joining their tourmates at the three-day Bicentennial Park blowout. If circumstances had permitted, though, Miller admits he would have been eager for an Ultra slot.
"Yeah, I would have been down," he says. "But there's always the question of where we fit, because we use guitars and we're not quote-unquote electronica."
Tour snags and genre distinctions aside, Sleigh Bells has risen to the forefront of the music world's crossover scene in swift, virtually unprecedented fashion. One moment, Miller and Krauss are recording their debut, 2009's self-titled EP. And the next, they're fielding lucrative work offers from a cornucopia of prominent artists, including pop diva Beyoncé Knowles and hipster music mogul Wesley "Diplo" Pentz.
Miller stays tight-lipped when asked about his future endeavors. But the prospect of the Brooklyn resident collaborating with a marquee singer like Beyoncé — whose slick, streamlined tracks have little in common with the music of Sleigh Bells — elicits both excitement and befuddlement. More than anything, though, the speculation is evidence of the duo's increased clout in an unpredictable industry.
To be sure, Sleigh Bells' trajectory has been unusual. But it's also one that's been paved with good fortune and glowing reviews, especially when it comes to the duo's 2010 debut full-length album, Treats. Driven by luminous pop choruses and a stunning sense of the dramatic, the record is a harsh and provocative collection that's also strangely warm and inviting. And rather than settle for subtlety, the group goes big, brash, and occasionally portentous. Tracks such as the Funkadelic-sampling "Rill Rill" reconcile the grace of '70s soul with the bombast of noise pop. Others cull their hooks from '80s New Wave, postdisco, and drum 'n' bass.
Treats is a taut and frantically paced album, with half of the songs clocking in at less than three minutes. And no idea, no matter how strange, is off-limits. It might not work, but Miller and Krauss will try almost anything. In fact, when asked about the artists who helped inform his musical worldview, he grabs names from multiple genres and eras. "I'm influenced by any and every decade," Miller says. "Everyone from [Motown drummer] Benny Benjamin to early Timbaland." (He has previously cited psych-rock pioneer Iggy Pop as his largest influence.)
But while Miller and Krauss occasionally mine Timbaland's psychedelic space-funk aesthetic for Treats, the album is distinctly their own. It is a deliriously colorful display of sounds and textures, ripe with unrelenting theatrics, frisky grooves, and window-shattering synths. "Riot Rhythm" rides a stabbing keyboard line and percussive vocal loop, and "Infinity Guitars" packs as much rhythmic punk-rock punch as anything Miller ever recorded with Poison the Well. Other highlights include the seamy "Rachel," the erotic floor-burner "A/B Machines," and the synth-heavy romp "Kids."
Plus, getting experimental, the pair mostly does away with any sense of traditional song structure. "Rhythm in general does most of the heavy lifting on Treats," Miller explains. "It's less about structure and melody."
Yet for all of Sleigh Bells' sonic adventurism and quick success, Miller remains a natural worrier. He is always concerned, for instance, about how his music is perceived. "Who knows if anyone will give a shit," Miller deadpans.
But still, for a man who until recently was barely surviving on the tips he earned at a Brazilian eatery in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, Miller doesn't sound fazed by the speed and peculiarity of his ascension to stardom. Of course, this is 2011 — the line between fame and anonymity is more difficult than ever to decipher. Thanks to the interconnectedness of blog culture, unknown musicians are able to translate a hot Internet profile into global recognition.
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"People mention blog bands and it's like, how else do you get noticed?" Miller asks. "You're not getting on TV. The Internet's the reason we have a career, period."
So far, Sleigh Bells has crossed over into the mainstream (via promo ads for MTV's Skins, no less) without alienating its hipper-than-thou fan base. In March, Miller and Krauss performed at the MTV Woodie Awards alongside more established acts such as the Foo Fighters, Two Door Cinema Club, and Wiz Khalifa. "I've heard weird things about awards shows in general," Miller says. "But [MTV] let us perform with a drum line, which was cool. No one [else] would let us do anything different."
Not that the group's every move is exemplary. In fact, a few of Miller's more regrettable compositions — such as "Meds and Feds," one of the shrillest tracks on M.I.A.'s lukewarm 2010 album, Maya — lend credence to the theory that Sleigh Bells songs are just generally obnoxious.
And while Miller acknowledges that his group is an acquired taste, he relishes the divisive reaction that its output tends to provoke. "It seems to be polarizing," Miller says of Sleigh Bells' deliberately aggressive music. "But indifference is [more] offensive to me."


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It was one year ago that Amazon brought its AppStore over to the EU. In celebration of the milestone, Amazon is now giving away 11 paid apps for today only. Even better, this offer isn't just for those in Europe. According to Amazon, the offer will run in the US, Canada, UK, Germany, Spain, France, Italy and Japan.
Here's the full list of apps on offer for absolutely free:
- Jamie's 20 Minute Meals
- Drawing Pad
- Angry Birds (Ad-Free)
- PAC-MAN HD (Kindle Tablet Edition)
- World of Goo
- Shazam Encore
- SwiftKey
- Calengoo
- Sprinkle
- Paper Camera
- Cut the Rope
Technically Cut the Rope is Amazon's normal "free app of the day", but no matter how you slice it, this is an awesome deal. While Amazon's store might not be as good as the official Play Store, it is known for giving away some pretty awesome premium apps from time to time.
So what are you waiting for? Head on over to Amazon now and start downloading before the day is up and the deal is over!


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Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Summer Travels 2012 - Part 8: Semmozhi Poonga, Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India
From Gwalior I continued on to Bhopal and then Hyderabad. I got to stroll through quite a few parks in both cities - Bhopal in particular surprised me with the quantity and quality of its public landscaping - but somehow failed to take good pictures. My next stop was Chennai, the capital city of the southern state of Tamil Nadu formerly known as Madras. One of India's industrial and high-tech hubs, it is not a city particularly rich in open spaces, though it does have a lot of trees for being as densely built up as it is. One of the more prominent - and newest - among the public gardens the city does have is the Semmozhi Poonga செம்மொழிப் பூங்கா or "Classical Language Park" in the Teynampet area, just opposite the American Consulate. This was also quite close to where I was staying, so of course I made sure to have a look around. Opened in 2010 and apparently named for a Classical Tamil Conference that also took place that year, the relatively small park is clearly meant to be hip and modern, as is evident immediately from the planted walls that frame the entrance.
One of the planted walls at the entrance
The central plaza
A pergola clad in Urechites lutea leading to the children's play area
Unfortunately, the garden is not very well maintained. Especially considering that it is just two years old, the glaring signs of decay and lack of care in many places are really rather disappointing. Granted, I visited during a particularly hot and dry part of the year, but even so those responsible for this rare bit of urban green space could really do better, particularly since they charge admission. Of course, my photographs hardly show this negative side, since I always tend to focus on capturing the pretty bits when taking pictures.
The pond
Double rangoon creeper (Quisqualis indica)
Beds of foliage plants
Close-up of an Urechites lutea flower
The obligatory bonsai corner
This could be a lovely public green space in a city that has oddly few of them, and one probably has to be thankful that the land was used for this purpose rather than commercial development which would have probably been much more lucrative. However, it really has to up its game in terms of maintenance.
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Labels: Chennai, Flowers, Gardens, India, Tropical Plants
Monday, December 24, 2012
Merry Christmas!
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Sunday, December 23, 2012
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Summer Travels 2012 - Part 7: Usha Kiran Palace Hotel Grounds, Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh, India
From Delhi I traveled on to Gwalior, a city most known perhaps for its gargantuan ancient fort and the prestigious Scindia School located within it. Thanks to off-season rates, I was able to stay at the Usha Kiran Palace Hotel, which is housed in the guest house of one of the palaces of the local Scindia dynasty that founded and gave its name to the school. A lovely historic building, it is set amongst elegant and peaceful grounds.
The walk to the front entrance
A small temple set amidst the gardens
One of the courtyards, with rose petals in the fountain
The front garden as seen from above
A somewhat incongruous art deco wall fountain on one of the roof terraces
A small orchard of various Citrus species and jamun (Syzygium cumini) in one of courtyards at the back
A tiny courtyard with a tiny tulsi or holy basil plant (Ocimum tenuiflorum)
There were also ring-necked parakeets (Psittacula krameri) flitting between the trees and I occasionally heard the screech of a peacock, though I never actually saw it in the grounds.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Summer Travels 2012 - Part 6: Revisiting Lodi Gardens, New Delhi, India
From Singapore I traveled on to Delhi, where I spent a few days revisiting many of my favorite spots as well as exploring parts of the city I had not hitherto seen. On my way to Khan Market for lunch and some book shopping, I took a stroll through Lodi Gardens and snapped a few pictures.
The approach to the greenhouse
A shady walk
A double cultivar of Arabian jasmine (Jasminum sambac)
The Tomb of Sikandar Lodi
Some summer flower beds
As far as flowers and foliage are concerned, the park is probably considerably nicer in winter and early spring, when temperatures are pleasant and the plantings have not yet suffered through the extreme heat and drought of early summer. Even so, it made for a nice spot of greenery even at the time of my visits just at the beginning of the monsoon season that follows the hottest and driest part of the year.
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Labels: Delhi, Flowers, Gardens, India, Islamic Art
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Summer Travels 2012 - Part 5: The Chinese Garden, Singapore
There was no post marking the third Advent Sunday the day before yesterday as I had originally intended because I spent most of the day driving from Massachusetts back home to Michigan with my parents. However, now that I am on break and comfortably ensconced here at my parents' house, I hope that the frequency of my postings will finally pick up again, beginning with the last installments of my belated series of posts about the gardens I got to see this summer. The plan is to finish these before the end of the year, so that I am caught up for new travels and new gardens in the year to come. Today's post is about the Chinese Garden or Jurong Gardens in Singapore. I had visited this park on my previous visit to Singapore last winter but somehow never got around to posting about it on this blog and then went back one afternoon this summer. Located relatively far out from the city center in the neighborhood known as Jurong East, this park was first laid out in 1975. It features a sprawling landscape in the style of northern Chinese imperial gardens, a similarly expansive Japanese garden, and a Suzhou-style garden used to display a large collection of Chinese bonsai or 盆景 penjing, all arranged around a series of lakes.
The monumental entrance gate at one end of the Chinese Garden
Lush plantings framing a moon gate in the entrance area
Twin pagodas at the edge of the lake
A lovely cultivar of Heliconia psittacorum
View towards the pagoda that dominates much of the garden
An apricot-orange Ixora
One of the colorful pavilions
Compared to the larger portion of the Chinese Garden with its colorful pagodas and pavilions as well as its many sculptures, the Japanese garden is much more understated, though its vegetation is of much the same tropical exuberance.
A view in the Japanese Garden
One of the bridges in the Japanese Garden
A lotus bud (Nelumbo nucifera)
The Suzhou-style garden, for its part, is very elegant and would easily be my favorite part of this park if it were not for the fact that during both of my visits large parts of it were closed off for construction. What remained accessible, too, was not quite as immaculately maintained as much of the rest of the park, if only because the whole complex is in the process of renovation.
A section of the Suzhou-style garden still accessible at the time of my visits
A bamboo penjing
One of the halls of the Suzhou-style garden
Compared to Singapore's other horticultural attractions, such as the Singapore Botanic Gardens, National Orchid Garden, or Gardens by the Bay, the Chinese and Japanese Garden are very tranquil and generally quite empty. They are not nearly as polished and ultra-contemporary in their presentation, yet they are well-maintained and lovely nonetheless. Rather far from the city center, they can be reached via their very own Chinese Garden MRT Station.
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Monday, December 10, 2012
Nocturnal City Flowers
On the way to a holiday party last night - the one for which I had baked those cakes, which luckily were very well received - I came across a few a flowers still blooming rather flamboyantly in otherwise bare and wintery city streets. It was dark already but there was some illumination from street lights and I was rather taken by the effect when I took some pictures:
A lonely hybrid tea rose bush flowering enthusiastically despite the chilly November weather
A gnarled climbing roses adorning its bare branches with beautiful blood-red blossoms
Prunus subhirtella var. autumnalis doing its autumnal thing
There is something particularly pleasing about finding such unexpected beauty...
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Labels: Cambridge, Flowers, Massachusetts, Roses, Urban Gardening
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Happy Second Advent Sunday and Some Plant-Related Nerdiness...
As is the custom, today I lit two candles on my Advent wreath:
The Adventskranz amongst some of my plants
I am spending today baking two cakes (Reine de Saba from Julia Child's classic Mastering the Art of French Cooking and Turkish Yoghurt Cake from Claudia Roden's Arabesque) for a holiday party and otherwise working on two term papers. For one of them I am translating a section from an obscure agricultural manual written in Persian in Bihar in northern India in the early 19th century. The portion I am dealing with contains charts of vegetables to be planted in the various seasons, and I am having rather too much fun hunting down the exact species behind the colloquial and sometimes regional names used in the text. Some of the vegetables listed turn out to be quite exotic and make me want to get some hands-on experience growing them. Amorphophallus campanulatus or Trichosanthes cucumerina anyone?
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Labels: Agriculture, Christianity, Garden History, History, Holidays, India, Vegetables
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Barbaratag and Barbarazweige
December 4 is the feast day of Saint Barbara, an early Christian saint and martyr who, depending on what hagiographies one follows, hailed either from modern-day Turkey or from what is now Lebanon. She is one of the Fourteen Holy Helpers and continues to be a fairly popular saint in many parts of the world today. In the German-speaking world, her feast day is associated with the custom of the Barbarazweige or "Barbara branches," small branches of flowering trees or shrubs that are cut on this day and placed in a vase in a warm room so that hopefully they will be in bloom by Christmas. Not having access to a tree from which to cut my own, I was hoping to buy some from a florist's shop this year but unfortunately none near me is offering any flowering branches for forcing at the moment, although several definitely did later in winter in previous years.
Lovely peach blossoms partially obscuring a much less lovely sign in my neighborhood last spring
So even though my attempts at doing so this year have been foiled, I think that if you have access to suitable branches - cherry, plum, forsythia, etc. - you should give this nice custom a try. For some more information on Saint Barbara and the customs associated with her, as well as gratuitous cherry blossom pictures, you can find my previous posts on the topic here, here, and here.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Happy First Advent Sunday!
Today is the first of the four Sundays of the Advent season leading up to Christmas, and in Germany it is customary to mark these by successively lighting the four candles of an Adventskranz or Advent wreath. For my Adventskranz this year, I used some twigs from a bouquet of Eucalyptus gunnii branches from Trader Joe's of the kind I recently blogged about, and it is not so much a real wreath as a loose arrangement. I also reused the candles from last year - no reason to waste them, right? - but I am nonetheless quite happy with my Advent table:
My table for the Advent season - the German glazed gingerbread cookies on the lower right were a must, as were the poinsettias at $2.99 a piece!
My mom's creation for this year is more sophisticated and playful:
My parents' Adventskranz back home in Michigan
You can see her fantastic Advent arrangements from the last three years here, here, and here. Now I am going to drink tea, listen to Mele Kalikimaka on repeat, and work on one of my final presentations for tomorrow...
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Staten Island Children's Museum Announces February Events
In commemoration of Black History Month, we're creating a month-long quilt project in Up4Art, our weekend walk-in family art workshop. Each weekend, create your own quilt square to be included in our quilt. Learn about the Underground Railroad from Sandy Ground on the 19th and create your own doorknob hanger honoring important African American historical figures. On the First Friday of the month, meet Andrea D'Oria-Cameron, Shoprite's in-house nutritionist at Kidz Cook. Andrea will answer all your food questions and concerns as well as help create healthy recipes. All programs are free with admission unless otherwise noted.
February, 2013
Shoprite Kidz Cook - First Friday! Bring your food questions and concerns & meet Shoprite's nutritionist, Andrea D'Oria-Cameron.
Red Beans & Rice, nice!
Fri., 2, 3 & 4 p.m.
Meet the Firefighters!
Firefighters from SI's Metropolitan Volunteer Fire Department will be on hand to teach fire safety.
Sat., 2 p.m.
2 & 3
Tell your story, create a quilt square to add to our Quilting Project
Sat. & Sun. 1, 2 & 3 p.m.
Pre-K Non-Attendance Day
10 a.m. to 5 p.m.
Shoprite Kidz Cook
Red Velvet Cupcakes, can't get redder than that!
Fri., 2, 3 & 4 p.m.
Members- Only Valentine's Dinner
Enjoy dinner, create bejeweled valentines and dance the night away!
Reservations required, $8 per child, $10 per adult
Call 718-273-2060 ext.137 or email firstname.lastname@example.com
LIMITED TO 100 Members
Fri., 6 to 8 p.m.
Literacy Day
Brought to you by the SI Reading Association, meet Artie Bennett the "Butt Book" author and hear about his newest book, "Poopendous" and Sabrina Panfilo, author of "Tomey & the Caterpiller"
Sat., 10 a.m. to 4 p.m.
ssSecond ssSaturday ssSnakes!
Meet, greet, touch and learn all about exotic snakes
Sat. 12 noon
9 & 10
Tell your story; create a square to add to our quilt project
Sat. & Sun., 1, 2 & 3 p.m.
Sunday Sing-a-Long with Patrick
Bring your instruments or use ours and join in the silly fun!
Sun., 2 p.m. in Portia's Playhouse
Members Only Mornings
Members enjoy the Museum for 2 full hours before we open to the public
10 a.m. to noon
Shoprite Kidz Cook
Red Jello Trifle
Fri., 2, 3 & 4 p.m.
16 & 17
Tell your story; create a square to add to our quilt project
Sat. & Sun., 1, 2 & 3 p.m.
18 & 19
Mon., & Tues., 10 a.m. to 5 p.m.
Sponsored by Empire State Bank and the Lois and Richard Nicotra Foundation
Mon., 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. FREE Admission all day!
Sandy Ground Door Hangers
Most doors are impossible to open without door knobs. The persons featured on these door knob hangers opened doors for all of us particularly those seeking freedom through the Underground Railroad.
Tues., 2 p.m.
Shoprite Kidz Cook
Mini Pasta with Red Sauce
Fri., 2, 3 & 4 p.m.
23 & 24
Tell your story; create a square for our quilt project
Sat. & Sun., 1, 2, & 3 p.m.
Members Only Morning
Members enjoy the Museum for 2 full hours before we open to the public
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Expect to see more Zack Wheeler than Johan Santana in 2013
The New York Mets are busily preparing for the season, and they'd like you to know a couple of things.
Johan Santana is going to pitch on Opening Day, and be a vital part of this Mets team.
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Also: Zack Wheeler won't be on the Opening Day roster, and will by plying his trade in Las Vegas.
The story has remained the same, even after the events of this past weekend would seem to throw both ideas into question.
First came news that Santana would have his spring debut delayed by as much as two weeks. The Mets were circumspect about why, with general manager Sandy Alderson taking pains above all to make it clear nothing bad had happened.
"Again, there's no structural issue," Alderson told reporters Friday. "It's a matter of just getting into a development progression. It's not a soreness thing. I wouldn't even call it a weakness. It's just where he is in his program is somewhat behind based on his winter and the injury from last year and his loss of the second half of the season. So he's just a little behind schedule."
Of course, one of the advantages touted by Alderson to shutting Santana down last August was that he'd properly rest and come into spring training with no restrictions. So getting up to two weeks lopped off of his preparation time right off the bat is an ominous sign for a pitcher with the recent health history Santana has.
Still, if Santana can begin to pitch within two weeks, and suffer no further setbacks, he can still pitch on Opening Day. The issue isn't so much that as what comes after: Santana pitched only 117 innings last season, and was completely ineffective in the weeks following his no-hitter on June 1, though some have attributed his downfall to pitching through an ankle injury, not throwing a career-high 134 pitches in one outing.
Either way, he didn't come close to pitching effectively for a full season, after missing the 2011 season entirely, and having his 2009 and 2010 seasons end early due to injury as well.
The Mets would love to see him pitch well for a half-season, allowing them to dump the remainder of his $25.5 million contract in 2013 (plus $5.5 million buyout of his 2014 option) and make a deal like the one that netted them Wheeler, for a soon-to-be free agent Carlos Beltran. It requires good health and effectiveness from Santana, though.
In the meantime, any absence from Santana will have Mets fans clamoring for Wheeler. There are perfectly legitimate reasons for the Mets not to add Wheeler to the initial roster that heads north: he's pitched a total of 33 innings above Double-A, by delaying his debut even by a few weeks, they can keep him under team control for an extra year, and by following a similar schedule for Wheeler to Matt Harvey in 2012, the Mets hope they can get Harvey's immediate success from Wheeler as well.
But Wheeler didn't look like a pitcher with much left to learn in his spring debut on Saturday. After walking the leadoff batter, catcher John Buck and third baseman David Wright came to the mound to remind Wheeler: no one can hit his combination mid-to-upper 90s fastball and high-80s slider when he throws them for strikes.
Thus reminded, Wheeler induced an out from Nationals' phenom Bryce Harper, then struck out Tyler Moore and Chad Tracy to end the inning. As a scout described Wheeler: "Same stuff as [Nationals ace Stephen] Strasburg. That will go down as best trade Sandy Alderson will make in his life."
When the alternatives to Santana, until Wheeler is ready, are Jeremy Hefner and Jenrry Mejia, the promotion of Wheeler isn't likely to take very long. Add in that the Mets' Triple-A farm team is in Las Vegas, a hitter paradise no pitcher ought to be subjected to, and Wheeler is a good bet to join the Mets even sooner than if the Triple-A team still played in Buffalo.
In a perfect world for the Mets, Santana would stay healthy, pitch until he impressed another team so much that the Mets could trade him for an elite prospect, then bring up Wheeler to begin the transition to a bright future.
In reality, the moving pieces aren't likely to work in such perfect harmony. The safe projection, though, has Zack Wheeler pitching more innings for the 2013 Mets than Johan Santana. And that should be just fine.