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Jan 11 (Reuters) - Yamana Gold said it expects production to rise 13 percent in 2012, mainly due to the ramp-up of production at its newest mine in Mexico.
Yamana, which owns mines and projects spread across Chile, Argentina, Brazil and Mexico, expects production in 2012 of 1.2 million to 1.3 million gold equivalent ounces.
The miner expects 2013 production to increase 43 percent, compared with 2011 levels, to about 1.5 million to 1.7 million gold equivalent ounces.
The Mercedes mine in Sonora State, Mexico, has produced about 8,400 gold equivalent ounces since it started producing in mid-November, Yamana said in a statement.
Yamana's 2011 production was 1.1 million gold equivalent ounces, up 5 percent, boosted by strong production at its flagship El Penon mine in Chile. El Penon produced 476,000 equivalent gold ounces, up 11 percent.
Yamana shares closed at C$15.58 on Wednesday on the Toronto Stock Exchange. (Reporting by Eileen Anupa Soreng in Bangalore; Editing by Bob Burgdorfer )


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I have always been alone
I have always been the lonely one
In the corner, quiet and silent
Inside of dreams to come
So with determination
I build and build and build
Possessions compounding
Wealth is the only scorecard I know
Now, it's amassed, and I have it all
So with pride and confidence
I do what anyone should
I must purchase a possession of my desire
I read in the paper of a sale very fine
A Garage sale of many old antiques divine
Within it all is treasure so very deep
A broken heart of golden hopes
I am not sure how one goes about
Such a purchase, of infinite value
I am succumbed with depression and sadness
For all my wealth
I have not the currency to buy this heart
So I burned my money that very night
I learned, there is another currency of delight
I wrote words and music and poetic verse
My Snow White she refuses to awake
Even my heart at the bone it shakes
Vaso the empty vessel of life
Learned there is no currencies at all
To acquire a broken heart
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
The easel beholds a half finishing painting
The paints beside have all hardened
Pain reflected in the partial emptiness
Staring back at that gathered crowd
The sun melts on the canvas page
Creation explained in elapsed rage
Notions and pleas from dried paintbrushes
Strewn across the almost barren floor
One to the other in whispered voice
I wonder if this would have been his choice?
Empty wine bottles twirling in light
Beside the dead body, a painting just right
There lies Art
In repose
His final painting
His last prose
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017
Falling down into
a dense, tangled mood
darker than the skies
at the midnight hour...
Leaving me caught
in infinite space
by hands on the clock
that grasp me and pull
to where the time goes...
Out of the blue
water washes the stagnant clouds
drop by clear drop
and the persistent wind
brushes them white again.
All the while, specks of light
appear to shine...
Hues mixing as pastels swirl
with shades much deeper,
diluting them down until
the blues begin to fade away...
Thoughts are suspended
for the moment,
only to float in midair
finally free
and out of the blue.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2016
Listen to the silence
the silent ... nothing
language-independent word
Silent screams of pain
loneliness that is currently
and loneliness luggage tomorrow
Slowly creeps into darkness
shadows as an eternal companion
The total feeling of emptiness, disappointment and sorrow
A longing for tenderness, touch and love
The butterflies are gone ... they've flown their way
Left me here alone - abandoned the covenant of love
Tears fall like silent thunder
Loneliness and fear behind the mask
The mask falls when the tears come
The silence of tears and sorrow
Swollen, teary and red eyes
Trying to catch a ray of angelic light
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013
If you are lonely watch the birds
In their freedom of flight--
Feel the warmth of the sun
Kiss your cheeks and smile
Visit the shore and listen to
The waves sing sweet songs
Close your eyes and smell the
Fragrant flowers of spring
Transport yourself through
Time's great abyss
In memories of streams that
Flow with a youthful glow. . .
Dive in pools of aqua waters
Through your mind's eye
Delight in the breezes playful
Mood as the trees sway in tune
Listen to the purr of a
Contented cat in your lap
Write a letter to yourself
And promise to answer. . .
Better yet write a poem,
One that will linger long
In someone's lonely mind.
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2010
Decades stretched a cord, across years,
up the stairs, and around chairs
coiling beyond the door of one small room,
groomed by the sun, of a Saturday afternoon...
I am floating on a sea of a hardwood floor
Prone, on my back, upon a lavender rug
Examining the nail of my left hand thumb
with a phone at my ear, a smile on my face
while you've glady expressed, how you've aced an exam
I confess how I've missed holding your hand
only linked to your kiss, by a small ivory phone
With a ring on my finger, to bind young love
Blinded in the eyes, from an innocent throne
Invitations in the mail, and a church on hold
There was a cake on order, and a brand new world
You were glued to my ear, I was wrapped by a cord
that tugged on the wall, with long-distance words
Light from the yard is scored by the blinds
but, there on the floor, prone on my back,
I'm bound by the cord that tethered our lives
Linked to your voice, where a future was wound
Hovering over the sea of cold hardwood,
I had a pillow of shag, of that lavender rug
The days would stretch shorter and our vows, on hold
till the cord became stronger, watching years unfold
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
Stop for a moment
And look past my face
Ignore the smile
And look into my heart
For it is there
It does exist
You just never bothered
To see it.
Lust in my eyes
You think you see
Look through the windows
And open the door
The joke that I tell
The wink that I give
The hair that I brush
Is not me.
Barriers I make
I put there to stop
People like you
From bruising my soul
You see what you want
And not what is real
Inside this bright wrapping
One who can feel.
You say stupid things
Like I am so pretty
It's my parents I'll thank
I owe you nothing
What I see in the mirror
Is of flesh and of bone
I don't need that
I want to be loved
For how I would you
Not the car that I drive
Or the clothes that I wear
But for the care that I hold
And the passion I feel
The want to caress
When you walk through the door.
So before you approach
Please ask just one question
Is it me that you want
Or just my reflection?
The first would produce
A most bountiful love
The second, this mind
Just might be too much!
Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016
This desk with its scattered papers,
blotted ink and unsealed envelopes…
passages penned and tossed
in the confusion that lives and breathes in my mind…my heart
Distance frames the walls of
the addressed…since canceled
Splintered dreams on the edges are worn,
time has shaved the moments…the places
on broken calendars swinging freely
of lost dates scratched within the numbered boxes
Sorrow carved in the fine oak grain
by an empty pen with dulling point…dented
Poetry sits meaningless
with rhyming phrases of hope…wishes…love
begging for but a brief visit,
only to be discarded between reams of teardrop leaflets
Verses formed deep within a vacant heart,
a lonely space, emptied by the loss
I write in an absolute mist,
fog induced renditions of another's touch,
formulating in the same words…always the same words,
repeating in the darkness that sighs in rhythm of a flickering candle flame
Over and over,
echoing the halls of this barren heart
Shadows drain the breath
of hopeless desires…built on manicured dreams
within a world collapsing in shredded
prose, and fractured fingers, still writing
I am lost
without her…
The Poet's Ache
Greg Barden
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016
He smiled behind the wish to cry
Spoke through determination
to be silent
And all the while
she continued to shine
"Tell me", he said, "tell me
what stars remain to be plucked?
You dimmed them all
You drowned the moon
You shunned the sun"
"Look deep inside", she said
"You do not live in me
or I in you
Find that little ember
And rekindle yourself"
And with that final flicker
of a smile
she disappeared
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
I took a book out of the library
where it must have stood amidst
its brethren for 25 years, unused,
unborrowed-- I know this because
its pages were crisp, never bent
by a greedy reader, and yellow
from time's effect, a drug that
ages books as it does readers....
Someday I guess all books, both
the virgins and the overly used,
even abused, will be no more: all
replaced by sterile zeros & ones,
and my future self will never again
have the soft pleasure of turning
endless pages, feeling tangible
the words of some distant mind.
Copyright © L. J. Carber | Year Posted 2017
I see you gazing east
chasing a nebulous dream,
forgetting it was a while ago
when morning sun
cheered your grin.
I, on the other hand,
cherish the west,
for it paints your lovely sunset
with bursts of orange and red,
as a silhouette longingly
meanders in your stead.
I'm willing to trade my spot
to see the other side of things.
Perhaps you will agree,
there is another point of view
just as lonely as you,
if you could just turn around
to embrace the moon.
November 15, 2017
Copyright © Vijay Pandit | Year Posted 2017
The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people's mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.
'But what about the Green pens?' I ask. They say 'the ink is too hard to see.'
Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013
sometimes i talk to myself,
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all.
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister,
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it.
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room,
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy,
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
is daddy raping her?
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
did anyone molest her?
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse.
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat,
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why?
because daddy yelled
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why?
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...
Copyright © cassie hellberg | Year Posted 2013
There is one place in this lonely life
where I can run away to on this long, dark road.
Only the moon knows my way home tonight
and I hold the key to this door in my heart.
I see an open book still on the table
waiting for my eyes to read again,
and an inviting, marshallow-soft pillow,
offering to cradle my sleepy head
and uphold me in what dreams may come....
The warmth of home is where my heart is tonight.
(This poem was inspired by the song "Home Sweet Home" by Motley Crue.)
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015
Lonely days and nights of childhood
spent in tears, no comfort
wishing for a gentle caress, a peck
aching for the tender words
weary of the ignorance
my heart cries for the child in me
Unjust is the love that singles out a child,
the rest yearn, birthed by the same
as if a duty thats done and then
discarded to climb, no support to be lent
they wander till the end
my heart cries for them
where is the glory that the world sings
of motherly love and care
where is the justice that prevails
the right of every child
they sing of equality, when
at home the child feels unfair
oh ruthless world I beseech
prithee give a care.
© (12 May '15)
* Honorable mention in the contestShow me your spirit' by FJ Thomas on 19 May 2015.
Copyright © poesy relish | Year Posted 2015
In their dreams…
Yes, please
Whisper indoctrinated dialect
Upon my harrowing song
Yes, please
Remove that scented, plastic tulip
Place it upon my oblivious palm
As if we're in a Sadie Hawkins dance
Bribing hearts
With petal currencies
Psst, hey
I woke up only feeling like a thousand bucks.
A foreign knock-off made of recycled, rubber bolts
And ambiguity
Tell me I'm priceless with borrowed, high-interest breaths
Liquidate my potent complacency
To become that symbol of an elitist humanity
Stroke that clouded, diamond tip
With your sensual thumb
Love stamps of approval
After 6 months of quickie penetration
And co-signatures on dilapidated apartment leases
Take me to our creator!
Tell Him I am free!!!
I will stand here in virtual observance!
Wait, where are you going?
Come back to me!
My wheelchair's batteries are fading!
How will I stand?!
Sadly, they never validated their reality…
©Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2013
The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.
I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.
In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.
How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face
of eternities long time clock...
I ache with wanting, with need and passion
it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
when I faced realities shock.
Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
and make the broken whole?
I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me.
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
that so many leavings have left?
Cherish and love to honor and protect
but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?
I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
with the brush held in your hand
I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.
Internal rhyme
Copyright © tara jennings | Year Posted 2013
created not by God but man
harsh ridicule he endured
abhorring the mere site of him
people pursued a "monster" in perception only
carrying torches and weapons
angst festered within a tormented heart
sentenced to a life of agonizing loneliness
without committing a crime
abandoned by a thoughtless creator
his arduous trek to find him began
dwelling in caves, crying
hiding his hideous appearance
from a bitter world that rejected him
just one simple hope had he
find a companion to share affection
with prayers unanswered
suicide his only choice to escape solitude
broken-hearted, he faced demise in a conflagration
upon the northland's glacial ice
cold as society's treatment, hot as the fury in his heart
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There's a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday
That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing
There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out
Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can't be real
Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don't give it justice
It can't be real
Much like the love I will never face
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
Caving tears in the moonlight's shadow.
I wash the pain of yesterday's wound.
A shade of happiness drifts in the darkness.
I start to breathe in a crowded room.
I run fast, 'til I reach the horizon.
Eyes glare at me, I have nowhere to go.
I screw up all the pain this heart kept.
I'm giving up, I'm tired to blend.
Kneeling down, I summon love.
I searched for love myself, and I failed.
I am broken, impaired, can barely bend.
Bring me to life, where love exists.
Lay down my soul barely naked.
Grasp the thinnest air, I'm suffocating.
Sooner or later the pain will be gone.
The night will soon meet the sunshine.
Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2015
Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.
Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away... slowly.
Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
I sit in your garden alone
Alone, thinking of yesterday
Yesterday the sun was shining
Shining on our perfect moment
For Nette's four line contest.
Being it was four lines I thought I would choose Visual 4.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015
The streets are gold and red with leaves
From the autumnal rains
Rain on windows glistens and returns
I wipe the fog from the glass
To see people with broken umbrellas
Walking towards a downtown train
Buses hiss and roar as they stop to pick up passengers
It is a hullabaloo.
Monet paintings reflect my emotions
Eyelids wide shut.
Can a moth make you insane?
It flutters around the flame.
It has a purpose.
Like the people on the street
We are all destined to end.
Yet we keep on going.
Knowing there is an end.
The droplets slowly make there way down
Inklings of death
The truth is not known
But the end is clear
I watch the leaves swirl
They are already dead
A season pasted
A season too early to have ended.
What is it that makes us tick?
The leaves move in slow motion
Lifting up towards the heavens and then….
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2015
Sometimes I laugh while reading in the library
Sometimes librarians come over and tell me to be quiet
Sometimes they ask if everything is okay
And always always I answer "yes"
Copyright © Brooks Lindberg | Year Posted 2014
It's dusky and smoky in the room.
People are talking too loudly,
laughing at a joke of which
the punch line was lost in the din.
I shift my weight on the stool –
the dimensions not quite fitting my shape.
My skirt rides up my thighs.
I leave it there and pick up a stare
from across the room.
Not quite sure if it was meant for me,
I notice a slumped punter
lift his glass in a salute.
I nod and turn reluctantly back
to my half empty glass on the counter.
A cautious tap on my shoulder
quickens my pulse.
It is late and my head is fuzzy
from the G & T's, but this attention
is most definitely meant for me.
He mumbles sweet nothings.
Well, that is what it sounds like
through his whiskey breath slurring.
He picks up my flimsy wrap
and drapes it over my shoulders.
The touch from another human being
feels good on my naked skin.
I let him kiss me on the lips
and do not protest
when he calls for another round.
I cannot remember when last
someone has sweet talked me.
It is getting very late
and the prospect of being alone
fills me with dread.
In the dark corners of the bar
people are trying to expel
the mutual fear of being lonely.
Persona Literary Term refers to the narrator or speaker of the poem, not to be confused with the author - a narrative voice other than the poet tells the entire poem. The expression derives from the Greek word "persona" meaning mask. When the poet creates a character to be the speaker, that character is called the persona and the poet imagines what it is like to enter someone else's personality. This is an example of a poem where I have used persona.
It usually reflects the thoughts of the speaker and they are not necessarily the personal experiences of the poet, ie the poet places himself in the shoes of the other person and comments on a scene observed. It is a difficult format to write in as as the poet needs to keep in character throughout the poem and it tends to deviate from the usual voice of the poet.
Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2013
How can one express the baffling depths of obscurity?
How can one behold to open the shafts of the mind?
I have never been able to solve the mystery—
Of myself. . .
I wish at times that my life was no more
That I could live as another and finally see things right
But I am always stuck in this darkness
And I cannot see this mind in light
There are beasts. . .demons prowling through the wasteland
Searching for any remaining life
And if they are ever found—
They are doomed and consumed
Fear is their downfall and they never fail to smell it
Their ashes remain, dancing with the imaginary breeze
It is silent here—there are no answers
I wish there were answers. . .
But maybe there was never a reason
No answers. . .
Talons extend and clench around my heart
They will never seek me out—they left me here
It is like they knew…I had no reason—that was the answer
I feel the pulse of my dangling life
Alone in the dark, whimpering like a child
I have scared myself, becoming this dragon-daggered youth
No balm in Gilead!
No eyes to see
All I know will never be free
I don't need anyone!
You are a disgrace—scum of the waste!
You have everything, you ungrateful little nothing
You are a joke. . .
So swallow it all up like the pushover you are
Stand your lowest and trudge right through
No questions. No answers. Just . You.
Or just lie back down into the mush of disease
It has already infected you to the core
Accept who you are, you ugly pestilence!
I hate you
Who are you to be glorified?
Dream snatcher. . .murderer of all things bright
Saturated in what you call light
I see right through—even as the reflections shatter
All of the dead kept you alive—they all matter…
But alive you are the worst there is
False savior—edited attention whore
I never want to see your face again
See, that's why I hide. . .
Desperation. . .desperation. . .
I sob and cry kneeling in defeat
For once I am right. . .I am right
People seem to hide their problems for a moment
I need some time on my own to kneel down and repent
Can't wait till it's all over, when this jealousy fades away
For now, let the sorrowful rain shower upon me this sun-shining day
I'm very lonely in my own skin and I have nowhere to go
So sorry for feeling the way I feel…I just want you to know
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Nothing seems right anymore – I guess I am worthless to you
I need some motivation and some confidence along the way
Can't stand dealing with me right now, but I'll live with what I'm going through
No one sees me or mirrors my pain…God, just take it all away
Is there hope to find or am I the one, growing blind?
I feel like a loser when I find myself being left behind
I know, you don't have to tell me – I was always meant to be a failure from the start
Born to be a winner in spirit, but I've lost it all…my faith towards you was my favorite type of art
I need to smile and laugh some, but somebody got to give me some love
I just don't know what to do, living this lie that is below or above
Acknowledge the words I utter and graze in your own maze
People tell me, "Don't worry…you're just going through a tough phase"
How come God's timing isn't the same as ours? Sorry to question You so
The thoughts in my head are bewildering…wishing for Your gracious glow
I light up like a computer screen would, but there's nothing to stare at
Just a worn-out mat, getting stepped on several times by heartless individuals…growing independent like a black cat
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people are like stars,
some are younger,
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some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
all together.
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Tragedy is never a sentiment for Time
For it is a phenomenon she merely sees
She pours forth abundance for all that behold her
Even for those of us that scold her
And for naught she was cursed from the beginning
There she is—interminable Time at the fullest!
And we all envy her ever-ringing constancy
She rules over our hearts
Keeping stress in our spirits
Not once does she feel sorry for us
Nor is she indifferent of our failures
She begs not for gratefulness
And accepts who she is with joy!
How ample we would be if we
Like she—were free of trepidation
If only we be like her waters—clear and visible from top to bottom
Filled with untainted approval
What fools we must seem to such a pure jewel as Time
But ah, she is both heartless and kind
And though we hate her peculiar aura
Oh how hard it is do tear her from our minds!
How stressfully beautiful Time is!
Like a wink of venerated bliss
She smiles and smiles
And our ironical faces feel like grime
Still she laughs in mirth
While the world becomes a ball of putrid hatred
Wanting more and more of her
And positively hating her
We that cannot see her began to hate
For we are as visible and low as can be
And we acknowledge her merely to insult her
Though she takes no pang to the chest
For the only gifts we give in return for herself are pangs
That she simply returns to each sender
Hidden is our pride
But ever placed
Ever unhidden
Is our inscrutable mortality
And this humiliation of our unchangeable fates
Makes us want to humiliate the more fortunate
Thus we regard her only as a concept
As a fraction of a belief—a bellowing ideal
For of course Time cannot in our honey-glazed eyes
Think, eat, drink or feel
We use her—yes! Even abuse her
Not once will she complain
For her gift is everlastingness
The CAPTCHA took me by surprise tonight
Letters became ghouls in my mind's eye
I listed them—
Noted them; words...begging, crying out for me
CAPTCHA was merely mocked
By millions of viewers on keyboards
I imagined all—
Tears began to fall
How may I help you, CAPTCHA?
Are you merely what they say?
Is there more—
Tell me, I pray
You bewilder my senses with your emptiness
The computer became my way to you
But all I could do—
Was imitate
I began to imagine someone stuck in CAPTCHA
A place where they harbored the weak
They took what they pleased—
Allowed them to speak
Today it was happening and evermore
There was a reason I came to know
And now—
I want to know more
I swallowed air and typed in the words
Feeling worthless and absurd
I began to believe—
There was more to this irrational dream
The screen went black and then I was sure
I couldn't doubt it anymore
The CAPTCHA wanted me—
The letters suddenly blurred and unseen
Let them go
Full of woe
Take me now
Tell me how to
Set them free
Knowing is free
Knowing is free
For years I have copied your codes
Knowing you are there
Me—it's me
Crying in the dark pit of despair
Though empty your words are to me
They are all I hear
All I fear—
In four letters on this electric trap
What am I to do?
To follow would weary my soul
To save—
Would take its toll
What is this foreign word my dear?
Oh, how can you cut and paste it in my mind so clear?
Free—and then?
Close your eyes and count to ten
The victims of the CAPTCHA remain a mystery to us all
Yet still we stare at the codes and merely imitate them
We are zombies staring our lives away
Trapped in CAPTCHA's claws
Sad, deprived. . .
I speak your language to stop this cruelty:
Though we choose not to see
We choose not to fight
We choose only to IMITATE
We merely copy and paste

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Laffey moved to 'pen in shake-up
Shapiro visits team in Boston as moves made to right ship
By Maureen Mullen / Special to MLB.com
"I think what's most troubling is that the inconsistency in the bullpen continues to be an issue," said Indians general manager Mark Shapiro, in the visitors' dugout before Wednesday's game at Fenway Park. "We've got to take a deep look at it and be thorough in how we examine it. We got to examine how we construct it, pick our players, we got to examine our performances, our coaching, everything. We've spent time doing that already, but we need to continue to do it and we need to do it more in depth."
After watching his bullpen blow Tuesday's lead in Toronto, surrendering seven runs in the seventh inning on the way to 10-6 loss, Shapiro joined the team in Boston. Although it was a scheduled trip and not a reaction to his team's play of late, Shapiro announced a series of moves intended to shore up the shaky 'pen.
Left-hander Aaron Laffey, Thursday's scheduled starter, was moved into the bullpen before Wednesday's game against the Red Sox, left-hander Rafael Perez was sent to Triple-A Columbus and left-hander Jeremy Sowers will be recalled from Columbus to start Thursday's game in Boston.
"We still respect everything every guy has done here and we're still going to be always cognizant of that," Shapiro said. "But we've reached a point now where we're going to make the moves that help us right our bullpen. And feelings are not going to get in the way of that. We're not going to look to disrespect anybody but we're going to look to get this thing turned around as quickly as we can.
"We've always had a set way of doing things here and tried to respect. But now I think we've got to have a little greater sense of urgency where those things are not going to be as important."
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Laffey, who has worked out of the 'pen in the Minors, also pitched 4 2/3 scoreless innings in relief in Game 6 of the American League Championship Series in Boston.
In 13 games this season, spanning 10 2/3 innings, Perez has allowed 18 earned runs -- including 19 hits, one home run, nine walks (two intentional), five strikeouts, a hit batter and a balk -- for a 15.19 ERA.
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I guess my husband and I are not travel compatible. I like travel but get so frustrated with him when we visit museums, historic and scenic sites. For example, he will go into a museum or an Art Gallery and insist that we spend basically the entire day there. After 3-4 hours I am getting bored and ready to move on to the next attraction but he is just getting started. By the 6th hour he is just getting started and I am frustrated. Finally we leave and I am so happy to get out of the place and he feels like he was being rushed!
So, when you travel does your spouse want to stay the same amount of time as you at various scenic, historical or cultural attractions? How can you compromise?
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My husband spends too long at each tourist attraction
I guess my husband and I are not travel compatible. I like travel but get so frustrated with him when we visit museums, historic and scenic sites. For example, he will go into a museum or an Art Gallery and insist that we spend basically the entire day there. After 3-4 hours I am getting bored and ready to move on to the next attraction but he is just getting started. By the 6th hour he is just getting started and I am frustrated. Finally we leave and I am so happy to get out of the place and he feels like he was being rushed!
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My husband is like yours, he has to read every label, see very exhibit, microscopically inspect every display.
Luckily he is not overly keen on most museums, or on cities, but he is a pain when we do visit one.
Usually I say when I have had enough, go and do my own thing and arrange to meet him somewhere later on.
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My husband is also a museum slow-poke. If it's art I'm right there with him, but history, not so much. We just agree to meet somewhere when he's done.
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>After 3-4 hours I am getting bored and ready to move on to the next attraction....<
Have you ever considered Zoloft?
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My husband is the photographer so I wander merrily ahead, find somewhere to sit and wait until he is satisfied he has enough shots. Sometimes I have to constantly look over my shoulder to check where he is - when he sees me do this he gives me a wave and I'm happy we haven't got seprated in the crowds. At least he keeps following me - he knows I know where we're going and where we are - he hasn't a clue!
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Usually we're on the same wavelength regarding the length of time to spend at one attraction. But, we're not joined at the hip so if one of us wants more time the other is happy to sit or wander in the museum/gallery cafe, shop or garden for an hour or so.
As we often travel as a family of 3 or 4 this goes for our teenage children too. We arrange meeting points/ times.
How about agreeing to meet for lunch in, or near an attraction at a set time then start the day together; separate when you're ready to move on, meet for lunch and even your husband is free to return to the 'attraction' while you see something else.
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oops should read.. even after lunch..
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My husband and I move pretty much at the same pace. But, in your situation, I'd plan to find a place nearby (another museum, shopping, lunch, even a cafe to sit and watch the world go by...) and agree on a time to meet later.
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My wife reads every description including how to use the fire extinguisher, she is also a watercolorist.
One time, in a larger museum, we walked into a spoon collection each with an individual notation and if a gun was available, I am not sure whether I would have been suicidal or homicidal.
We simply agree to meet elsewhere at an agreed upon time or I bring a book for my own amusement but with the agreement of a specificied and limited time.
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Adu, LOL.
My DH spends more time on arms and armaments, and odd type gory minutiae: bog man, etc.
Me? I like furniture and costumes, best.
When we were in the Louvre in April, it was said, that it would take you 2 months to see everything there, spending around 10 seconds on each item.
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From the OP again:
I mentioned to my husband that maybe we could meet at some public place at a certain time so we could each spend just as much time we need at a particular attraction. He said that was not practical because when he was satisfied that he had completed the tour of the museum or art gallery, I would likely be back at the hotel so it is like we are not even traveling together. He says an easier approach is for us to just not travel together, but then we can not go at all because I do not want to travel all the way to Italy alone.
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Hmmm, it sounds like you need a sister or a good friend to go on holiday with, and let your husband do his own thing since he doesn't seem keen on compromise.
Alternatively you travel together but he does his thing and you do yours then you have something to talk about in the evenings.
Maybe you could take up photography or something to pursue while he visits his museums? Or find a cookery course or a language course?
I'm a photographer and often I'm out taking photos while he is in the museum, even though the light isn't always the best.
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hetismij - O the light, the light! I hear it all the time....either it's too sunny & bright or too dull/dark for a quick photo. Quick photo? What's that?
Your suggestion to WorldTraveler1024 is worth a try on her and hubby's part. Next trip why not try it for the odd day and spend other days getting irritated.LOL
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My husband and I split up sometimes. I go shopping or take a tour, he hits the casino or the pub. After a big fight on our first trip to Europe, we figured out we don't need to be joined at the hip. We make sure to have a hotel in a central location, easy to drop back to.
So what if you're not side by side part or all of some days. You are traveling together. You are together for breakfast, dinner and the night. At dinner you can tell each other about what you did or saw during the day.
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It's funny to read about people's quirks.
I tend to need more time in the museums, but we're often on pace w/each other as we have similar interests. Like tod's husband, though, mine is a photography dawdler and a slower walker. We seem to trade turns being patient at sightseeing venues. With architecture, villages, shopping, etc. that hold more interest for me, his darn camera is actually quite an asset as it keeps him occupied taking his beloved clock, bench and door shots when he would otherwise be bored out of his mind.
For us, it's driving in unfamiliar territory and trying to follow a map that triggers marital tension; or trouble brews when my DH suddenly decides he doesn't want to go somewhere that has been on my itinerary and planned for months. Some rather serious "negotiations" often ensue.
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"He said that was not practical because when he was satisfied that he had completed the tour of the museum or art gallery, I would likely be back at the hotel so it is like we are not even traveling together. He says an easier approach is for us to just not travel together."
Sorry but that sounds ludicrous. I think he is bluffing.
This was the first year we broke up three ways - I went one way, wife another, two teenagers another. It's the only way we can travel. Time to call his bluff.
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I agree that's ludicrous. So what if you're back at the hotel? You still have the whole evening together. And why would any sane person want an unhappy traveling companion standing around in a museum for 6 hours when she didn't want to? At the end of the day, though, he's right. You shouldn't travel together. Sounds like a whole lot of unpleasantness for both of you.
I happen to have a marvelously travel-compatible SO, but I've certainly traveled in the past with people who weren't compatible with my style - slow walkers, food whiners, people who wanted to see things that didn't interest me at all - you just split up and meet later. Problem solved. But apparently your husband isn't willing to compromise.
Find a compatible person to travel with if you can't get past this. Or go alone - then you can do exactly as you please every minute of the day.
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This is a great thread as it's good to learn I'm not the only one with these complaints. Husband is a photographer who is seemingly ONLY interested in photography; if a place doesn't allow photography he doesn't want to spend time there. I thought he was going to take pictures of every single piece of art at the Musee D'Orsay!
I also have a friend who needs to read every word of every description; it's difficult to keep track of her in a crowded exhibit. She is also directionally challenged and several times I have had to go retrieve her as she has turned around and is heading back the way we've come.
I love to travel with my sister as our interests, and our interest levels, are nearly the same. It's so much more relaxing.
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Any couple can split up. My wife gets lost in our house. But we split up in the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul last month when I couldn't stand her negotiating for useless trinkets any longer. I told her that our hotel was "in that direction", which is pretty funny if you have ever been in the Grand Bazaar. She found the hotel. Eventually.
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The six minute Louvre
Saturday Evening Post, Oct, 1984 by Art Buchwald
Any sportsman will tell you that the only three things to see in the Louvre are the "Winged Victory of Samothrace," the "Venus de Milo" and the "Mona Lisa." The rest of the sculpture and paintings are just so much window dressing for the Big Three, and one hates to waste time in the Louvre when there is so much else to see in Paris.
Ever since the Louvre acquired these works of art, amateurs from all over the world have been trying to cut down the time it takes to see them. Before the war the world record was held by three Scandinavians, who had managed to make the course in seven minutes thirty-three seconds. This record stood until 1935, when a britisher, Mergenthaller Waisleywillow, paced by his Welsh wife, did it in seven minutes flat. Waisleywillow in his first attempt made it in six minutes and forty-nine seconds, but was disqualified when he forgot to make a complete circle of the "Venus de Milo."
The record stood until 1938, when a Stockholm man, known as the Swedish Cannonball, introduced sneakers and made it in six minutes and twenty-five seconds.
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Aduchamp1, thanks for the laugh on a Monday morning..
I think OP's husband is bluffing too just to get his way. My DH likes to spend more time in museums then I do also, but I just go find a cafe or go outside and people watch. If he's taking too long (IMO) I just keeping moving thru the museum at my pace. He's real good about compromising with everything.
Worldtraveler1024 - I'll go to Italy with you
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I'll go too. Let's make it a girls trip!
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in these days of mobile phones I don't see the OP's [or her DHs'] problem. He inspects the museum at his [snail's] pace, she goes round at hers, and when she's had her fill, she goes off to the cafe/shop/shops nearby. when he's finished, he texts her, and they meet up to discuss/argue.
somehow, though, i suspect [on his part] a different agenda. After all, 3-4 hours is an average [some might say long] time to spend in most museums, and his reaction to her suggestion is a pretty extreme one.
if all else fails, take a book.
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It sounds like the holiday is his, not both of yours. Let him do his thing, plan on meeting for lunch, late afternoon drink,etc..
I've travelled with others, and at some point the frustration level of giving up what I want to do versus their interests was ruining even the 'good times'.
Compromise...and letting each enjoy a trip as they see fit.
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Our dog spends a lot of time sniffing around each canine "tourist attraction." We find that a few strong tugs on his leash solves the problem, at least temporarily.
Have you tried that?
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If your husband thinks it's not practical to travel together when a simple and very PRACTICAL solution is to split up during part of the day then maybe you could be equally 'awkward' and suggest rather than traveling separately it would be easier to divorce?
Be careful what you ask for!
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We're fairly compatible middle of the roaders. But there are definitely some things that each of us likes better - so we just arange to meet later. There's no rule that you have to be joned at the hip the entire time.
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So don't travel with your husband.
Or split up during the day and meet for dinner before you move on tho those horrible Italian B&Bs with the terrible mattresses.
End of story.
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Trollin', trollin' trollin' down the highway . . . .
Has the OP ever had anything good to say about anything?
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Entire populations have been tarred with but a stroke of the keyboard. Very sad.
In any case, it sounds like the marriage has been in shaky straits before:
The OP was a male in the post above, but now seems to have had a change of orientation...
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This is easy. Such an obvious answer!! You and your husband should split up during the day. So you can each do what interests you and at a pace you enjoy.
Set a time to meet back at the hotel so you can go out to dinner together.
Nothing worse than being rushed around by an impatient and bored person (from your husband's perspective) or being bored yourself (waiting around for him).
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<He says an easier approach is for us to just not travel together>
Another good solution.
<because I do not want to travel all the way to Italy alone>
Why not? That's YOUR problem.
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- go have a nice lunch than pick him up at a museum
- "get lost" and "run into him" later in the day
- bring a book to read
- split after breakfast, agree to meet for dinner
- do you have to travel with your husband? apply for "wife swap" program or invent your own "husband swap"
- pull the fire alarm in a gallery when you are done with your sightseeing
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Please note that this poster was a man in an earlier incarnation but is now posting as a woman. Something smells fishy.
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Ekscrunchy, in the back of my mind I was thinking an earlier post indicated the OP was a male or at least the husband. Thanks for posting those other threads as it was the "seperate hotel rooms in Asia" that I was sort of recalling. Perhaps a same sex couple and they decided to switch who was the wife and who was the husband? I sure don't know but my money would be this OP is a troll.
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wow you guys are correct. this poster is THE MOST complaining-est one i've seen in a long time. they have negative experiences no matter where they go... china, asia, europe. nothing but PROBLEMS!
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So far she/he has been to Cancun, China and Italy since March and hasn't particularly enjoyed any of them.
If I had their travel budget and vacation time off from work, I think I'd find a way to be happier!
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"The record stood until 1938, when a Stockholm man, known as the Swedish Cannonball, introduced sneakers and made it in six minutes and twenty-five seconds." - I bet it's faster on a segway!
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LoveItaly: same sex couples don't switch wife/husband. I know you're just being funny, but still....
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The OP should get the police from the Rome train station to 'move him along'! ;^)
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When this same screen name was visiting Mexico in March, they had their wife with them.
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My wife wanted to read this topic but will wait until tomorrow because she does not have time to read every word tonight.
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As others do, we split up and agree to meet somewhere at a specific time.
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"I guess my husband and I are not travel compatible."
Get yourself another husband.
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Hey, if WorldTraveler1024 doesn't know if he/she is the husband or wife, how can we help them.
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Maybe there are two people posting? But they both use the same screen name? And both don't have a good time regardless of where they travel?
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People, people, look at you! Split personalities is a serious disorder, and should be handles with care. Nothing funny in waking up in some foreign country not remembering who you are.
Or you think it can be planeed like we plan vacations: if it's Tuesday and it must be Belgium, I'm Mrs 1024 today?
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>>>>The OP was a male in the post above, but now seems to have had a change of orientation...<<<
Perhaps the OP went to Asia for surgery?
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Well I hope for his/her sake that they had carpets in the hospital rooms!
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I am amused how so many posters will try to discredit my husband and I by bringing up our old posts and try to guess if my husband or I wrote the post. Both of us use the login and screen-name worldtraveler1024.
He thinks that most couples spend the whole day at the major museums and I am wrong for wanting to see a little bit of many different tourist attractions. We have to agree to disagree.
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Glad you solved the gender mystery!
You know, you have asked many questions here and many people have taken the time to respond. Have you considered writing a trip report about your recent visit to Italy?
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nice to have you back, WT.
He thinks that most couples spend the whole day at the major museums and I am wrong for wanting to see a little bit of many different tourist attractions.>>
mmm - i see no right and wrong here. when you say that you have agreed to disagree, will he be accompanying you to a non-museum attraction next time you go anywhere?
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i win, i win (i guessed two people posting under the same screen name).
WorldTraveler1024~ You might each want to post under your own name. It would be a LOT less confusing that way. I don't think I know of any other posters who "share" their screen name.
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I don't mean to make fun but...every time I read the heading on this thread my mind fills in the second part as "and my cat makes too much noise."
It's nothing personal towards the OP and certainly off-topic, but fans of "Always Sunny in Philadelphia" will get it.
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There is another poster who sometimes uses his/her spouse's name but always starts off ...mr. ___ here. So no confusion. CJ
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Or they sign off at the end with... Gertrude or Bob
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Well- here's a solution. Have everyone here vote for a couple of options:
Couples together all day every day at a museum
couples together at all different types of sites for varying times less than the full day
Couples that spend a lot of time together but some apart when they want to see different things
Couples in which one partner would take vacations with another family member or friend because the partner is so controlling and irritating
Couples in which one partner would take vacations with another family member or friend because the partner is so controlling and irritating
Then show your husband the results.
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TROLL alarm!
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<<He thinks that most couples spend the whole day at the major museums>>
He does? On what basis? There's grounds for divorce on the basis of him being a complete idiot.
Troll. You've never left the USA.
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I don't understand couples who think they always have to do the same things. Two people, two sets of preferences.
I also don't understand people who seek marital advice on a travel forum.
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This is hysterical..I wonder if HE ever gets "bored" or "frustrated" when you drag him and the plastic into a store while you are shopping????
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I have the solution. You plan one day and both of you follow your plans (without complaint). The next day he plans and you follow his plans (without complaint). That seems fair.
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We are exactly the same but the other way round. Mr N has a very limited tolerance for museums and galleries, but I can spend hours and hours poring over the smallest details. He gets frustrated with too many visits - 'How many things do you want to count!' was his last little protest, so I guess he'd side with you on this.
We have to compromise. If you can't compromise, well, I don't know what you can do. Get divorced? (joke).
1) When we are on holidays we will quite often split up a bit. He likes lazing round the hotel, so I zip off early in the morning, get a couple of hourse culture fix, then come and meet him back at the hotel and we sort out the rest of the day. I enjoy my thing, he enjoys his thing (oooer missus), and then we both get a nice day together. Win-win.
2) He is expected to tolerate being dragged into yet another museum without moaning.
3) but I have to accept that I won't see everything I want, but something is better than nothing, and keep the visit to a reasonable length of 2-3 hours. If I bribe him with tea and nice cakes in the cafe he can go an extra hour. But I have to prioritise what I really want to see.
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oh ok, it's a troll. Didn't spot it as it's quite a dull trolling subject, non? Trolls are meant to have fun.
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justretired sometimes share their name (Larry and Marge)
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I don't think the poster(s) is a troll. That's the scary part!! Who would bother to post over & over again all the negative experiences they have on every single trip they take? Who could make that stuff up?
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Please please please - can we now stop commenting on the postings as he/she/it is hogging the forum.
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Nochblad has posted the same plea on every WT1024 x 2 post. Okay we got the message.
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Very few people have identical sightseeing preferences, particularly for places like art galleries & museums.
It just makes good sense to split up during the day and meet in the evening and/or for lunch as well. That way, each person sees what he/she wants at their own pace, has a pleasant day & something interesting to share with the other over dinner.
Perhaps it's just me, but I honestly don't understand why adults can't do things on their own. I don't think it means you're not good travelling companions. On the contrary; considerate & intelligent people who know how to get the best out of a trip and allow your companion to do the same.
A positive mind set does help, though.
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Well, I love the idea of pulling the fire alarm - I will not forget it on the next visit to a military museum! Thanks for the idea.
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Who gives if a flying someone is a troll or not. There were more honest responses than not. And, not speaking about this particular thread, but there are plenty of people who have no idea of which they speak and yet are not trolls.
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Are you kidding... there are some times during a vacation that I cannot wait to ditch my DH. Love him dearly, but the photog can get to me at times, do we really need 22 shots of the same building? I take DD with me go see a few things and all is happy.
We set-up a meeting point and time, and off we go. No problems, no complaints, happy marriage.
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easiest possible solution: have breakfast together and talk about what each of you want to do. agree to meet for drinks in the late afternoon/early evening. the time in between -- you do what you like, he does what he likes.
since you haven't come up with this no-brainer together, i suspect there might be something else going on here, but i wouldn't dare guess what the issues might be.
re: your trip to italy -- go with a friend who likes to do the same stuff as you. simple.
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Funny reading this. When I was married (eons ago!) I couldn't have gotten my husband to a museum. He didn't want any vacation that didn't involve golf! I LOVE to travel solo, and do whatever I please, whenever I please. I like to dawdle in museums, too (but maybe not quite as long as the OP's husband). My recommendation is split travel for them. Her husband probably wasn't kidding when he said that.
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Thank you to the OP and many responders, for this thread. It has given me lots more compassion for my daughter, who patiently waits while i read assorted museum display descriptions (which i forget soon after).
She went hunting for me at the Vatican Museum, fighting the crowds surging forward toward the Sistine Chapel, while she had to go backward in search of dear ol' Mom.
Seriously, OP, just meet Husbanc back at the hotel for dinner.
Spend your free time writing a rough draft of a trip report (maybe).
Aduchamp1, LOL!!!
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We fall somewhere between tod and auduchamp1. DH has little sense of direction, so I am navigator. He has to stick to me like a limpet or he would get lost. Only in crowds do I become the limpet as he is taller and can see over the crowds and is more likely to be able to push his way through. If staying several days in a place, we generally have a 1/2 day out of each other's company where we can pursue our own interests. I always make sure that he is armed with a map and that I have at least taken him on a route from our accommodation to where he generally wants to go, so he can find his way back. Only very occasionally do we visit different museums as inevitably there will be something that each finds to interest them even though the overall subject might seem dry or not for them. DH always takes a small book with him, so if I want to browse, he finds a seat and reads while waiting for me. On those occasions where he has not acted like a limpet and got lost, he has no option but to try to retrace his steps back to our accommodation and stay there until I return.
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I love the flea markets. I'd sit my late husband at a nearby outdoor cafe where he could watch the passing "parade."
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Lots of good suggestions/anecdotes, but never underestimate the power of the leash:
d_claude_bear on Sep 13, 10 at 10:12am
Our dog spends a lot of time sniffing around each canine "tourist attraction." We find that a few strong tugs on his leash solves the problem, at least temporarily.
Have you tried that?
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"On those occasions where he has not acted like a limpet and got lost, he has no option but to try to retrace his steps back to our accommodation and stay there until I return."
This is why God invented cell phones.
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I can TOTALLY relate! I would consider myself pretty "thorough", I do stop to look at everything, read most plaques & signs, and return to "favorites" to spend more time with them, but my husband takes forever on each and everything. I was especially frustrated this summer because I went with my husband and my kids - and considering how impatient I get with him you can only imagine how stir crazy they got while I tried to settle them down. We had these all-city passes that gave us access to many sites, but we could only do one or two a day so they were a waste and we missed many things we could have seen. He can't seem to comprehend the idea that time is limited on a vacation. I spent half my time sitting on benches waiting for him.
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For all those that just joined in. Here is the deal. He left a bunch of military stuff with me that I also wanted to get rid of. Just not the place to be talking about stuff other than guns so I didn't mention getting rid of that stuff here.
I was good friends with this guy then he did some stupid stuff. He took my truck when I was out of town. He took it into a bad part of DC to go to a club. He then decided it was a good idea to get really drunk. He then realized that my truck sitting in DC wasn't a good idea so he drove it. He was pulled over, got a DUI and had my truck towed. Then he decided it would be a great idea not to tell me about it. He basically threw the friendship away. I was very reluctant to help him out but figured I would give him a chance. So as far as me being a friend you don't know me and what I have done for my friends. This guy has not contacted me since Labor Day 2008. I am looking to move and don't need a bunch of extra stuff laying around. Is a pistol a big deal no, but eventually I want to get rid of it. I don't want to be responsible for it. At the current time I can not afford a big gun safe, if those of you that want me to put it in one and forget about it, feel free to send money so I can buy one. For all I know the guy is dead, wouldn't suprise me with the stupid stuff I have found out he has done.
As for the email....They are going to an active email account, it is the only one that he has used as long as I have known him. I don't know if he has read them no way to know. I have no other way of contacting him and I have tried.
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Let's turn this around. You decide to leave your new 42" HDTV with me so it doesn't get damaged in storage. After 18 - 24 months, life is settled enough that you want your stuff back. But, well, I just didn't want that HDTV hanging around so I sold it for funds to upgrade my own home theatre system... or put a hi-performance gearbox in my truck. I waited all of a year, so what's the beef?
This is how people find themselves charged with theft, felony theft, embezzlement and/or fraud.
Do some research on the web. Google his name - you might find likely addresses for him if he's paying for utilities somewhere. Send letters asking him to claim his property by [date-60-days-from-now] or it'll be sold. Lastly, ask your lawyer if taking out a brief ad in a Florida paper or two declaring property of firstname middleinitial lastname will be sold in 60 days unless he calls a number will help show you made honest attempts to notify him.
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If I had left something like a pistol or TV with someone I would be keeping in contact with them. I would be calling or writting an email about my stuff.
That is also why I posted the question. I then talked to a lawyer who told me that I had to try and contact him with what ever means I had possible. Hogdogs was nice enough to try and help out, he ran a search for the guy and came back with nothing. I am planning to keep the pistol around for a while and wait to see if I hear from him. I just wanted to get an idea of what I would need to do if he never calls or writes about it.
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One week ago, Lt. Gov. Casey Cagle's office might have been justified in saying there hadn't been "any kind of broad expression of support for a vote on Sunday alcohol sales this year." As his spokeswoman told The Atlanta Journal-Constitution for a Monday story, his office had been contacted just several dozen times on the issue in the past two weeks.
Today, however, if Cagle and any other legislators who'd rather not see Senate Bill 138 revived for the current state legislative session care to take a look at the Web site www.petitiononline.com/GASB138/petition.html, they'll find the names of more than 9,000 Georgians who want to be given the opportunity to vote on whether they should be allowed to buy alcohol when they're doing their grocery shopping on Sunday afternoon.
Of course, it's foolish to accept the names on an online petition at face value. Many of those signatures might come from retailers with a vested interest in alcohol sales; some may come from single individuals who've signed the petition multiple times under different names.
However, it's been clear for some time that a majority of Georgians want the opportunity to vote on the issue of Sunday store sales of alcohol in their communities. Last year, when Senate Bill 138 first surfaced in the legislature, an InsiderAdvantage poll of 500 registered voters - far more scientific, obviously, than an online petition - found 58 percent in favor of allowing local votes on Sunday sales, with 35 percent opposed and 7 percent having no opinion. Interestingly, when survey respondents were told Georgia is one of just three states in the country where a bottle of wine can't be purchased in a grocery store on Sunday, 66 percent favored allowing local votes on the issue.
Whatever else it may mean, the current petition drive makes it clear that the desire for a vote on Sunday store sales of alcohol remains strong. It also should offer a clear indication to Cagle and others in the statehouse that staying in the good graces of Georgia's social conservatives in this election year may not be their best strategy, if they want to return to office.
The social conservatives aren't particularly distinguishing themselves in the current discussion. In announcing the Georgia Christian Coalition's plans to mount its own e-mail campaign against Sunday store sales, organization president Jim Beck told the Atlanta newspaper, "We're clearly going to respond (to the push for legislation allowing a vote on Sunday sales). ... We will obviously be letting everybody know the death merchants are back at work."
Death merchants? Time out for a reality check. According to a 2004 report in the Journal of the American Medical Association, there were 85,000 alcohol-related deaths in the United States in the year 2000. For that year, there were approximately 200 million people in this country age 20 or above. So, in 2000, the number of alcohol-related deaths equaled 0.043 percent of the number of people near or above the legal drinking age. For purposes of comparison, the JAMA article noted that poor diet and physical inactivity accounted for 365,000 deaths in 2000, and tobacco accounted for 435,000 deaths.
If Beck and his ilk were really interested in stopping "death merchants," they'd be targeting fast-food restaurants and cigarette companies. The fact that they're not doing so is an indication of their deeper agenda here, which is to force their morality on the wider community.
Let's look at what Senate Bill 138 would actually do with regard to Sunday store sales of alcohol. Before such sales could commence, the local elected officials in communities across the state would have to call for a referendum, and the people of those communities could only then decide whether they wanted beer and wine, or beer, wine and distilled spirits, sold in stores on Sunday. And even if a community decided to allow such sales, they couldn't begin until after noon, in deference to the fact that most Christian churches hold services until noon on Sundays.
In short, all that Senate Bill 138 would do is give communities the right to decide the standards they'd like to apply to alcohol sales. For a state legislature dominated by a party for which "local control" is a virtual mantra, bringing Senate Bill 138, or some similar measure, to a vote should be a "no-brainer."
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The Slovakia international made his return to action for Liverpool's Under-21 side against United on Friday after a three-month spell on the sidelines due to a hamstring problem.
Flanagan has recently overcome an injury nightmare of his own after the England full-back spent over 18 months out due to a troublesome knee injury.
The 23-year-old dropped to the bench for Liverpool's 2-0 victory over United in the first leg of their Europa League last-16 clash last week.
However, the Liverpool pair looked in high spirits after an apparently long journey ahead of Thursday night's second leg at Old Trafford.
Skrtel wrote: "Me and my boy @jonflan38 after nice 6 hours on the coach…😴😡 but flanno is smiling as always…"
United are unbeaten in ten European home games (W8 D2), and have recovered from a 2-0 away defeat to win a European tie more than once, perhaps most notably beating Barcelona 3-0 at Old Trafford in the 1983/84 European Cup Winners' Cup quarter-finals after a 2-0 first-leg loss.
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Liverpool kept a fourth successive clean sheet in the first leg – one more in the second leg and they will match SSC Napoli's Europa League record for successive games without conceding.
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