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Like A Girl
I play like a girl, I hit like a girl
You say I throw like a girl,
And, when I run -- I run like a girl!
All that plus more, enjoy this one size fits all
Who and what I want comes from being strong
Classy and fabulous,
THIS is my song!
I've been told, cut to size
The world dark and gray, when life becomes an insult
Take heed when I speak my mind,
I am tough, outstanding and beautiful!
Move ahead --- say it twice, I smell nice
A taste of Cool Water and Justice Perfume
I have a non-stop multitask fixation
Like a woman, everything about me is hidden
Magic and alluring the only joy in sexuality you'll need
I'm empowering this moment!
Endorsing Myself, with a certain sorta mystique
I deliver an independent will,
don't ever underestimate my physique
I am a caregiver, a female who won't give up the fight
I remain firm and believe all women have equal rights
I walk and talk Like A girl
wearing heels Breaking the sound of Annabel
Like, Mona's unforgettable smile,
I stand tall Like Miss Liberty
I am, Betsy Ross, America's #1 designer
Harriet, who escaped slaver-y
Like Theresa and Mary, I'm here to give change
I am, Hilary overwhelmed with determination
A leader -- A Goddess, I burn like Joan
---Cleopatra in the room
---Calamity Jane's wild side
Emelia's, won't give up heart
I am Anne, with a secret hidden spot
Susan B, with the right to vote
Emily who writes deep and pretty
The sound In your eyes aren't listening!
You imagine I am weak -- not strong enough -- brave enough,
You call me different and difficult!
Still, you want my warmth -- my love -- my attention
I am not less, I am more
I am a woman -- I frown -- I cry -- I hurt and yell at the universe
Nevertheless, I make a difference
Like a girl, I smile
A smile never seen or felt before, both defined and undefined
Your heart will ask and implore for more
Like a girl, I'll drive you wild, looking pretty "You're In Love!"
My Self confidence comes from who I am deep inside
Everything I've become follows the makeup on my face
Bare and nude, I am the Madonna flowering the mood
At the end of every day, I have one other thing to say
The Next Time You ask me to cook and clean
Because you think, I belong in the kitchen
You better believe I'm doing it my way
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015
sometimes you are in its minimal spotted light...sometimes!
other times you just know you've been touched and you freeze,
moved but frozen...like a stranger it moves in, does its work and leaves.
...maybe it's been a while since you two spoke...
when the dead sea still hosted life,
the hanging gardens of babylon grew in sinc with the breath of the planet,
before the tower of pisa started to lean or mayan buildings were in ruin.
so you write words...any words...they might at least soothe your hurt
hold your heart in a protective shield.
you know how crippling unrequited love can be.
do you still dream of its hug...genius?
life and love share more than a first letter
(like the first letter you wrote under the veil of inspiration).
they also share good and evil...it's a flip of the coin.
either way is fine with you. you'd bathe in holy water or sell your soul.
life, love...passion...somewhere in there...it lives, genius.
all of nature a reflection through its transparent figure glows dark
like the shadows live in the radiant illumination of evening rays.
so let me speak of us!
recently when i tried to hold you...
you were like a ghost in the bright of day,
a phantom out of its element...
there was nothing of you...i could embrace.
when i tried to enter you a freezing cold ran through me like a winter brook.
you exhaled me
as if i were fog on a deserted country road invisible to absent eyes.
still you were my drug of choice.
addicted, i chased the dragon...you...genius.
memories fill me...
days when we would paint words,
stitch in a metaphor or two,
weave in music,
write instruments to fill in the spaces,
ordain a voice.
i remember...
you wanted to taste me
i was overwhelmed
how you put your fingers on my lips
how you licked them...you...genius.
you were that giant pine i would climb in the dead of winter
(why do they say that "the dead of winter"? winter will die
when hell freezes over. winter isn't death it's purgatory.)
the one with the needles that punctures human skin.
come to me again and touch me...
like the butterfly does the wind...barely but thoroughly.
(is it true that just a tiny flutter of their wings could be
the start of a hurricane? are the icebergs melting?)
i didn't just write that out loud...did i...with you I'm shy...genius.
don't show yourself.
don't speak to me.
don't bother with rising the sun today.
forget those showers you create your magic arc with,
vacuum away all the plants.
lower your wall of blue.
i'm not interested anymore in those pillowy shapes i use to love so.
i've always known it is fire that cleanses, water that burns,
it is the moon that breaks the heart,
the stars that slaps the face...with...i don't know...reality.
i've always known by the time we see a star...
in real time...it's already extinguished...already dead.
it is our friends that will use us...our heroes that will lie to our face...
our blood will betray our trust...our teachers will fail us...
our leaders treat us like just another job...
the devout that will exhibit hatred.
still i believe. no matter what else...the rose will always survive.
the petals deceiving. they will repel all that is unholy.
grab it by the neck and squeeze out its black ooze,
leaving a gentle soul there to admire its adversary.
don't even get me started on the orchid
or even the flowers all...alphabetically.
i dare confront the beauty of nature's art unframed...
canvas loose to admire...genius!
i miss you but i am out of tears.
do drop in though.
i can offer you a cup of dry warmth...
soothing like burning logs that crackle with laughter.
take you to my secret place.
behind the camouflage of forests dense,
where vines grow through spiral staircases
made of turtle shells and dressed in discarded snake skins.
green is the theme there. it is everywhere,
unabridged, unabated, unaffected, undisturbed
with a fuming, burning, yearning to be touched.
so let's...let's grab...hold...squeeze..
feel free from the cheap paradigm offered.
i don't think you know, even while you sleep, i hold your hand, genius.
dream a full rainbow on a fingernail moon night,
feel february twenty ninth its absolute might,
taste fully the slight of a pheasant in flight,
yearn eternal life, wish a vampire's bite,
concoct rhymes nicely fluffed with built in sight.
on this sombre morning the sun is blinding.
damn my eyes.
there is a negative entity drapes our children's world.
shame on us...shame on you...i need you.
i am reduced to an objective observer.
life glides on the little wings of its carrier,
its final resting point in the hands of the wind.
another life carried away on a worker bee,
busy stealing nectar from a succulent bud.
a stowaway hangs on for dear life to the flyers leg.
gets off at the next flower.
meets up with a companion to create a new life.
everything changed when I met you.
was the sun rising or the mountain sinking.
was that an orange globe against a blue sky
or a lit round hole in a sad wisp of air.
i'll play a keyless piano if you'll paint me a horizon I can reach.
i'll sing you a ballad with a single note...
i walked into my life without consideration.
maybe crawled.
all the same...
when do I get a choice.
when will they stop holding death over my head.
if i could direct a few more plays with you as my guide...
my art, my life! genius i long for your influence...
even one last time to see your face,
unite and give you one last kiss...goodnight.
April 1 2015
Maurice Yvonne
Sponsor: Linda
Contest Name:A Million Dollar Poem
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015
like an interrupted dream
shadows of the one who inspired it
linger like morning dew
no aroma and no taste
yet I'm left breathless
as thoughts reminisce
i listen to this tired heart
as one deep breath
results in a thousand sighs
and i don't want to be found
but yearn to understand
why i feel like a million
crumpled stars, silently
sprinkled like paint drops
protecting the moon
feeling like glue
holding the universe together
and who am I to disturb it?
her beauty a merited gift
her departure unnecessary
her lips without speaking
could rewrite history
and I wonder
can she hear these sighs?
her call is the one I want
to answer for eternity
to speak until no words remain
give until there is nothing
defeat to her submission
is life's greatest victory
twilight aurora
night flower of this heart
like a rainbow your presence
brightened the horizons
but just like the stars you
disappeared with daylight
Silent One
Simple Musings
15 July 2017
I'm back! Contrary to idle gossip and rumours, my account was not banned nor deleted. I left for personal reasons.
They say never go back, but I felt the need to return to support my friends and new poets.
I know there is some negativity on this site, but it has so much potential.
Anne Frank once said
"In spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart."
and I know some went to the extreme liberties of writing poem about me, but what I do not understand is the obsession with it after I left. Hide behind metaphors, I hope it makes you happy and write as much as you like, because it does not bother me, in fact it makes me laugh and I already forgive you.
We are supposed to be adults, if you have a problem, then discuss it. This is not high school. It is a poetry site, a community and one that together everyone can make a great place.
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017
~Alice Sweet Alice~
*Like Sisters*
Everyday -- Holding Hands
Sunday Dress -- Pink Ribbons
*Alice And I*
How can they say she did not exist?
This Sweet Girl I Named Alice
The way she looks at me
-Her eyes tender green
A body figure I can't describe
Together we played hide and seek
We swung in ways no one could see
This girl with pretty red curls
Who enjoys the sound of pouring rain.
Together we slept under the same breeze
We carved our names on the same tree
Side by Side it Read Alice & I!
She whispered the day I fell off my bike
Alice Sweet Alice loves the way I look in red!
Every day I face the mirror
Alice puts her left hand on my right
We share the same identical scars,
Under the right and left palm.
The way she held my hand
Healed the scrapes in every fall
Beating from the bullies, she screams!
Again, Alice, whispers--- "Kill Them All!"
No one ever said a word,
When she stood by my side
Alice knew me in ways no one else did
She knew my eyes -When they cried!
Now I can't sleep,
Since, Alice has fallen back into the abyss
Forever conscious in a self-hug
--- this is no dream, it is real!
The rage inside, burns.
It took place the day she left!
Burning curtains
Empty mirrors
This Girl Named Alice spoke of darkness,
then disappeared
When I hear the sound of pouring rain
I stare at the shadows on the wall
Nothing feels the same,
I allow myself to soak in a darkness where it began.
My hair of red is not the same
These cuts are all that remain
The only clue in which Alice, was here!
Holding on to stainless blade, I sleep
Please call my name!
Why do they whisper?
Why are they saying she never held a breath?
I know she is real, she's exist
Why else would I let her cut my wrist?
This Sweet Girl
Finally, visits again ---
But, who is to believe?
For everyone says
Alice lives inside my head.
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
Oceans apart
buried under sandy shores,
a rare pearl slept comfortably
behind her walls.
Fate must have been kind,
for a common man like me,
to stumble upon her shell.
As I brushed away her debris,
astonished - my eyes could not believe
this beauty, revealed before me.
Spellbound - I could not help but stare,
stunned by the glory of her magnificence.
As she took one step forward,
unutterable sensations,
took a hold of my emotions.
Yet I remained motionless,
overmastered by this
majestic heavenly vision.
And I could have sworn it was a dream,
until the softness of her fingertips,
graced the imperfections of my soul,
and for the first time it felt perfect.
All of a sudden it felt like we were floating,
ascending towards a myriad of stars,
with the moon guarding us silently.
Stardust sprinkled with the sight of her smile -
how fortunate was I, to celebrate this artistry.
Her lips blossomed like flowers
as they succulently caressed mine.
without saying a word her eyes acknowledged
my vow for eternal devotion with ever lasting love.
Simple Musings
Silent One
19 September 2017
Featuring: Leonora Galinta
Take My Hands
I Offer Them To You
Hold Them Tight
Never Let Them Go!!!
With all the time on my hands
I gave my hands one job.
My Hands -The Artist-
My hands paint everything in my life
they paint my weakness, my strength
they paint the fire in my eyes
they hold me when I'm cold
When I need them the most,
Like an architect, my hands colored my childhood,
In one touch they drew the plans and layouts of my life.
My hands *very articulate, are they?*
They continue to sew and show the way
Sometimes, my hands paint the truth
Sometimes, my hands paint lies
--- Painting hurtful images on drywall
My palms, my fingers embedded calluses from every fall
Creating images, healing my heart
Sometimes my hands are the only friend I see.
With no words to say
I caress the sky like a mime
My hands ride the wind,
My hands paint the world,
Young and pretty fingerprints
They feel, they hold, they grip
Don't let go!
Clever and cute
It's time for motherhood
My hands painted your first hold
Traced your first smile
A painting I treasure in my heart
Yes! A Rembrandt they became during birth
Now you're all grown up...:-(
Embarrassed to embrace the hold
One day when I'm old,
you will hold my hands and remember the gold.
My hands paint designs when it comes to love
sometimes a masterpiece
sometimes a mistake
sometimes my hands feel images I can't describe
Handicap moments when lost
--- My hands perfect when in love
They write songs when complete
So many interlock moment with you
Firm, the perfect match, my fingers spoke.
My hands -The Artist- they've been told!!!
Held so many times,
always meeting, greeting,
waving hello's and goodbyes...
((you see my hands, they smile too))
Painful, arthritis, cuts, bruises
pinching my way through reality.
Reaching holding on to dreams
clapping, snapping fingers, we are a team.
My hands age in every turning page
Shriveled and old
Still you embrace and love the hold
My hands touch and made a difference,
my hands employed by me!
My hands give and pray
Right and Left, they know their duty!
When they are bored, they tap-tap
and draw THAT annoying noise.
My hands know secrets, a fortune teller can't reveal
they hold the past, present, and future in every line.
I extend my hands, without flipping the bird
Thank you, Hands, I enjoy a good sign language show!
In my next life, or so, I will praise my hands
Yes so beautiful, tender, they love to feel.......
My Hands -The Artist-
I can't believe with all the time on my hands,
I forgot to mention I'm left-handed.
by: PD
Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while maintaining the love I have already found.
I fall in love with scars, wrinkles,
clichés, and repetition; I fall in love
with items that people throw to the wind,
kick around, and step upon.
I fall in love with my enemies,
one of life's hardest lessons to learn;
I find haters to be marvelous motivators.
The old man who sits in a rain-gorged gutter,
his fist raised to the sky in fury
as he talks to an invisible audience
about how Apollo stole his dearly, beloved wife—
I fall in love with him too.
I fall in love with things that some people deem
as ugly, dirty, morose, and immoral.
The more I fall in love,
the more I love each moment,
including the pain, torture, and misery
that may unfold along the way.
Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while reinforcing the love I have already found.
If I write down treasonously teetering words,
the reader could assume such words
to be rooted in rage, or a cynical outlook,
when the words are actually birthed from love—
I love every word in existence.
I fall in love with the woman
who is too shy to have a sincere conversation with anyone,
because she believes herself to be grotesque,
when in fact, she is exquisitely gorgeous.
I fall in love with broken daffodils, bent daisies,
a shattered seashell, the sweet stench of seaweed
rotting on the shore, and the way her hair smells
baking in the sun.
I fall in love with black and white photographs,
mesmerized by the essence that the dead have left behind.
I fall in love with marbles, the feathers of mourning doves,
and with the stray cat, who, after she watched the moving truck
drive away, slunk around the alley in search of scraps—
over the years, she has proven to be a respectful
and loyal companion (so easy to fall in love with, again and again,
while maintaining the love I already have).
I fall in love with saints, villains, rusted watering cans,
the way sunlight bends into prisms
when it shines through the cracked, antique windowpane
that I simply don't want to replace.
And as for the people who believe that it's impossible
for someone such as myself
to fall in love with something new, every, single day,
well, I love them too.
2016 Pulse Remix, July 18th, 2016
(original version was written on April 6th, 2012)
Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2012
When Wishes were made on a shooting star
The Heavens looked down and smiled
With sprinkles of stardust on a whisper of moonbeams
They created for us a child
Soothed you were by twinkling stars
In a crib that faced a velvet sky
Did Queen Cassiopeia sing you a sweet lullaby
As she heard your cries from ever so high
In the years that followed you blossomed
Joy abounded at the Wondrous You
A rare jewel that we could hardly believe was ours
A beacon lighting a path so True
We named you Vincent - Our shooting Star
We felt with the artist you identified
a gifted creativity - an affinity with stars
Sharing a world of art personified
The 'Via Lactea' expanded into names defined
Elliptical galaxies pondered while star gazing
Sirius the Dog Star the brightest of all
Followed by Canopus and Arcturus - Amazing
Vega - Alpha Lyrae - the Soaring Eagle
You dragged us into your nightly game
Willing participants we soared with Him
Our mundane lives now never the same
Tents were pitched on ink black nights
Constellations on high seriously contemplated
Of Draconis, Capricornus, Gemini and Aries
The Heavenly hand that had so skilfully created
You captured the Milky Way in oils and canvas
In a fashion shared with artists of old
Your palette made up of hues and shades
With flaming strokes of colors so bold
And then it all Changed
Why did it all change? You drew within
Shutting us out despite our pleas
Your palette changed to blacks and greys
A boat rocking on emotional seas
We begged and pleaded - you shut the door
Leaving us baffled at what was wrong
Your light grew dimmer by the day
Our sorrow sang its own woeful song
And then on one starry starry night
The final flame - extinguished by you
Leaving utter devastation - bereft in its wake
Your parents' hearts broken in two
Time heals all wounds so they say
Your farewell note being read and reread
Through tears of sadness, the hurt replaced
With acceptance and forgiveness instead.
And now as we sit years later on our porch
Staring at one star that sparkles so Bright
The words of Don McLean's echoes in our minds
Of Vincent and his Starry Starry Night
'For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that Starry Starry night
You took your life
Like sometimes lovers do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you'
Though fictitious, this is a story that truly represents teenage Cyber bullying suicides all over the world including Asia today. The innocent victims fear blackmail and repercussions refusing to talk it over with parents or mentors.
The parents are not even aware sometimes of the dark void of despair their child is facing and trying to address by themselves of which they have no experience and sometimes think the only way out is to end it all.
In this cyber age, these cowardly bullies hide behind anonymity, targeting their innocent victims, spreading and sharing lies and venom.
Hat's off to my friend Kate Pennington of 'Beyond a Joke' Anti-Bullying Centre, in Sydney Australia, an amazing lady dedicated to helping the youth.
No real names of victims have been used in this piece of poetry and any resemblance is purely coincidental.
POTW 23rd April 2017
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
Who but God could paint the evening sky
And use a brush that is a fiery torch?
Tonight, the garish sunset makes me high
In awe, I stand and watch it from my porch
Who but God could make the insects sing?
Cicadas droning on with their night song
Still better yet, to sing with legs and wings
Tonight, their cousin crickets sing along
Who but God could hang the moon and stars?
Each star a wish, the moon a silent friend
To light our nights as we live our memoirs
To pull the tides and push them back again
And yet, I understand, some don't believe
Who but God can grant them their reprieve?
July 19 2017
Religion or Philosophy
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017
Wouldn't you rather~
Wouldn't you rather be dead?
Maybe shoot yourself in the head?
Over my dead heart, I'd never want to be a zombie like you.
The sight of your limbs are rotten all the time.
All synonyms say of you looks like a 3 legged swine.
Go ahead and do us all a favor,
hide and stash yourself away from all your neighbor.
I think I'd rather have my eyes stuck with glue
So I won't have to look at you
When it comes to family friends, you ain't got none.
You're always gonna be called the lonely retarded one.
Who could ever love a face like yours.
not even your mother see's pass your gores
No need for privacy when you pee
Go ahead and take a leak and drown yourself in the sea.
Don't think for one second you are irresistible
Love making with a zombie is impossible.
Wouldn't you rather be dead?
maybe shoot yourself in the head
The time to kill yourself is at hand.
Slicing your wrist is what we recommend.
Cut your tongue off, don't want to hear you squeal.
Blood all over, your face is no big deal
A sword or machete will only pick up the pace
I wanna see your guts pop out your mid-waist
Contaminated objects is a must
Anything to remove your face of disgust.
The easy part is the best
Once you are gone we will all feel blessed,
The flaw of your existence
Is what keeps us all in distance
Wouldn't you rather be dead?
maybe shoot yourself in the head
Close your eyes and die
No one wants to hear you cry
You said you wanted to be loved
believe me~ you're better off unloved
I say do yourself off
Anyways you've always had it rough...
Go ahead and scream
This is not a dream
Now see how you make me feel
All I want is for you to end your ugly ordeal.
I will praise this day of course
Knowing soon you'll be a rotting corpse.
happy valentine ~ TO: All My DEADBEAT X-es from Texas.
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2012
**"And his name was Jack"**
No one perceives what abides above the clouds.
A giant, a harp, maybe golden eggs.
I demand to see and feel before I believe.
A castle, a dream…. I want the magic beans!!!
I'm the daughter of a farmer.
I have a donkey to ride, a story to tell.
"Jack and the Beanstalk" my favorite tale.
Once upon, a morbid dawn.
I inhale a tiny simple yawn
Like the morning sun levitating over the farm,
I rise towards the village square to sell my ***
Along the open path, my *** and I desired a drink.
Near the rustic river,
I'd seen an old Englishman, sitting on a log.
It looked as if time was approaching his brink.
In his hand, he had a sack.
A bag, a bag, embroil of ivory and black.
His eyes were not from this ground.
His body fragile - it uttered a moaning sound.
He was of dirt.
I was pure.
He pledged his life to me.
I debated .... with many thoughts,
Although his eyes...
My eyes... Will never meet again.
"I want what's in the bag!"
In a gasp, he whispers,
"I'll give you anything for that ***.
my legs and bones can't hold up on their own!"
I knelt down to where he sat
Smelling his essence of rot
I reached forward and grabbed his baggage
He griped, "This bag is all I got!"
I answered, "And this sir is a fine ***!"
He replied, "I have no cash."
Scowling at him, "NO I want your demon seeds!"
My blood grew thin...
Inhaling and exhaling - his sin
The old man all shriveled and timeworn,
Proposed the birthright of the seeds.
"Yes, plant them! Plant them!"
I cried excitedly!
He pat the field.
Said "there I am done,
now clock as it expands"
To breed this story short...
He dispenses his seeds.
~writer's notes~
i think out loud
from my fingers to a keyboard
so forgive me if my speak
is somewhat long winded
if it has swirls and curls
this is me
hopefully you want to hear
my voice in its totality
~the prologue~
just a child
he clenches his teeth
creating a screeching sound
much like worn out brakes
the yell of steel on steel
he bleeds
my God how he bleeds
a deep breath
and boiling burgundy
spills over the structure of his frame
wears down the flesh to the bone
the sun stops shinning
birds start falling out of the skies
have you ever heard a dog wail in pain
that was him that loud puppy
the barking that breaks the night in two
i confess he was me - emphasize 'was'
~the story~
back in the day
in the dead of night
still young
we met at a special place
where nature's hand had drawn a line
a spot unique only we could define
where pulses race at an amazing pace
like cranking dry ice through veins
You asked me "Do you believe in love at first sight."
I answered "I believe in love under any circumstance."
(later you told me you loved those words)
you clarified
"in love - i mean do you believe in falling 'in love' at first sight."
I replied "I believe in sparks."
your face lit up
"Sparks?" you asked
"Yes," I proclaimed
"sparks and kerosene."
looked you directly in the eyes
smiled and added
"wanna burn?"
we kissed
(how soft this moment was to the touch)
the cosmos slowed down
i swam in its essence at a crawl
devoured this sliver of time
as it simmered
almost at a standstill
I uploaded it to memory
my internal library
one with shelves
leather bound shards of experiences
with strong spines
one's could stand the test of time
our sweet union warm lit
now a part of me
you stole my lips
bound to my heart as they are
grazed against my waining restraint
surrendering all reason
i lost myself to your tender grip
your gaze touched me deeper than any man should be felt
like a unique note of music heard once never forgotten
my wanting
a whistling kettle
a cool vapour of cleansing mist
a burning desire to inhale your presence
and never breathe again
from then on it was always us
you were always there
when I thought I was falling off the earth
you handed me what you called gravity
saved me from an endless existence
among a bevy of extinguishing stars
always had
a paper pad
a pen
you were the only one
understood my ink flowed
of its own volition
had a mind of its own
could run slowly
like a glass smooth lake
like rapids - rabid
foaming at the mouth
a waterway
damaged by jutting rocks
as it hits the sea wall - hard
no matter the ups and downs
you were always there
when i sang Dylan and Cohen
quoted them in Malta, Prague, Croatia
people smile the same in Europe
as they do in South America
cry the same in Africa as in Asia
when tears flow over smiles
in England some tend to speak quietly
in France their passion often screams
so when I needed you
when there were no words
instinctively you just held me
soothed my pain
i was a man in motion interested in fusion
our minds would eventually meld with love held
shared a single bed
like queen and king
when we walked the moon was ours alone
the promise of your love
the nature of your embrace
the perfume of your mane
you were always there
~ the epilogue ~
your words touched my heart
your lips softened it
your shine tickled my fancy
your hold owned my smile
together life seemed so unreal
in the best of ways
when the universe its vast array of entities
pauses for what seems forever
i dance stupid knowing everyone's looking
even staring in disbelief
that's what our love allows me the courage to be me
no apology
i live my time cradled in the calm of us
live it just - being
and you
you are always here
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016
Like the Evening Star guided ancient mariners through calm or troubled seas
Let it guide and help spread this message of Peace to the far ends of galaxies
May it become the 'Swan Song Poem' of all time for one and all to see and perhaps even reach world leaders.
Please Share it and make this a powerful message.
(This 'Pyramid of Peace' concept was devised by Winged Warrior and Maria Williams)
Written in conjunction with the input of the remarkable Poets of this Poetic community.
Thanks all our friends, let's spread the word.
May the ambient Angel's singing adorn this blessed earth - ~Winged Warrior~
Lay our cares and troubles aside linking arms as in rebirth - ~Maria Williams~
Let the armada of love set sail
To kiss the shores of those who need healing - ~Silent One~
And across the seas of difference
To hearts in need of loving - ~Carole Duet~
Open our heart and souls in giving, thus we truly live - ~Robert J.Lindley~
May we find the strength and conviction to love and forgive - ~Paul Callus~
And bring smiles to others by the way that we live - ~Becca Tegan~
Accepting our task beyond any reason or control - ~Cecilia Crasto~
Assiduously all souls strive for the very same goal - ~White Wolf~
Help me, O Lord, to regain that wide-eyed compassion and peace that comes with trust - ~Victor Buhagiar~
A prayer for the vision to see beauty and love in the living world around us
- ~Anne-Lise~
Peaceful bodies, peaceful minds
A peaceful world when our love combines - ~Arturo Michael~
May the world find joy in the winds of peace - ~Joseph May~
The thunder of war will be silenced when humanity's roar for peace is heard - ~Demetrios Trifiatis~
Praying for the day when hostilities cease - ~Vijay Pandit~
May you watch over us as we travel the path of life - ~John Gondolf~
When this world is full of troubles gone rife
Let us as poets bring together a life without strife - ~Brenda Chiri~
Though time zones separate us like a vagrant breeze
We are connected by our willingness to share our selves with our hearts' ease -
~nette onclaud~
Whether young or old, big or small, we wish for peace for one an all -~raw thinker~
Let there be light to shine the way for each other today - ~Heidi Sands~
While angel wings cradle us with their warmth as we pray - ~Eve Roper~
Let there be righteous examples of kindness to show us the way - ~Andrea Dietrich~
Sharing sapiential pearls of peace in spiritual strands of unity - ~Susan Ashley~
We will set sail on a peaceful voyage from now to eternity - ~Martin Williams~
May the flowers of peace outgrow the weeds of war - ~Robert Haigh~
And tranquil grasses be not imbrued red anymore - ~George V~
Drink from the fountain of his love and ye shall thirst no more - ~Annieve Leonardi~
That man war no more ten thousand angels sent to sing
To this humble place 'A Star of Peace' this night would bring - ~Old Buck~
Fill our hearts with your heavenly joy so we find true happiness - ~Akkina Downing~
Blessed be our union in prayer as we implore your kindness - ~Afzal Nusker~
My heart fills with wonder at celestial creations
Gleaming Peace not just for me but for entire nations - ~Judith S~
Huddled as one in winter's dark, may unity light salvation's spark- ~Ilona Rapp~
Profound closing words from our friend, a spiritual and philosophic guru -
~Demetrios Trifiatis~
No land or sea would ever be so vast
To prevent us, my dear brother, my caring sister,
From building the blessed by heavens bridge of peace and love
End prayer by ~Gary Bateman~
May Almighty God in His most divine and infinite wisdom help and guide all people and societies of our mortal world to begin the process of healing the divisions and problems that tear us asunder,
And that we all pledge to especially help those who are least fortunate among us. Amen!!
May it be you journey on
To light the day - When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Believe and you will find your way
A promise lives within you now
~A Happy, Safe and Peaceful Christmas to One and All~
An Invitation -
All are welcome to join - please feel free to Soup Mail me an approximate a 15 syllable contribution and I'll gladly add your entry to the Poem.
"Peace I leave with you
my peace I give you
I do not give to you as the world gives
Do not let your hearts be troubled
do not be afraid" (John 14:27)
But I am scared
Blood runs down streets
Hatred, rage, violence dance
In a chaotic frenzy performance
of evil malice . . .
What do your words mean?
Are they void – empty promises?
Where is the peace in deafening explosions?
In the cacophony of rapid gun fire?
Screams of horror?
Tears of death???
"I am the resurrection and the life
The one who believes in me will live
even though they die
and whoever lives by believing in me will never die
Do you believe this?" John 25:26
Yes, I want too . . .
But fear creeps around my heart
Its cancerous fibers sinking deep – choking me
Doubts greet me in the morning
Panic sleeps in my bed
I am weak
Hear my cries of desperation
"Be strong and courageous
Do not be afraid
do not be discouraged
for the Lord your God will be with you
wherever you go" (Joshua 1:9)
Stay close – fill me
I cannot see –
Darkness surrounds me
Death, destruction, desecration, depression
Blood, bitterness, bile, blight
"I have come into the world as a light
so that no one who believes in me
should stay in darkness
If anyone hears my words but does not keep them
I do not judge that person
For I did not come to judge the world
but to save the world" (John 12:46-47)
I cannot begin to fathom this
How great is this love
Forgiveness over revenge
Peace over violence
Life over death
Love over hate
Help me I pray
"A new command I give you
Love one another
As I have loved you
so you must love one another" (John 13:34)
Love one another . . .
David Meade
Love Generously
Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2015
Once I'm gone
I'll only be remembered a small while
I'm a tiny tick on a large dial
The words I breathe will stretch about a mile
Even those who are in history books
the Kings writers and famous cooks
The gorgeous people with talent and looks
They too in the end fade away
Don't get me wrong it's all okay
We might try to hold on but none of us can stay
All have a bit part
on this watery ball of granite and clay
Some are calm others make waves
One smooth skinned another shaves
She loves him while he's attracted to Dave
They both pretend because they have to behave
Each in their own prison living like a slave
The preacher too plays his part
trying to find people to save
Some couples love from the start till death
She breathes in he exhales her breath
Their children thrive Bobby and Beth
While some mothers go it alone
Daddies leave and are never known
Children left to learn life from a smart phone
Some chase riches when other just want to eat
Walking on pretty shoes while poor men have cracked feet
The music plays so clearly yet we fail to hear the beat
So I wonder what's it all for
This wanting more and more
Is that really God knocking at our door
Yes it is I believe it at my core
So why do we leave it closed
Maybe because we fear our sins will be exposed
a life manicured and posed
could be unfroze
Freedom from each prison chose
Instead why not drink from the garden hose
Wear our humanity
discard these labeled clothes
Count down the future with fingers and toes
Within a momentary breath each spirit goes
As minds open each heart then grows
What happens next only God knows!
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016
My name is Jade Shamrock Green.
I will not eat one single green bean.
When I get mad, I turn green.
I wear my favorite green jeans.
I am hypnotize by the color green.
Not every green path leads to a flowing stream.
I lay on the grass so green.
I won a jackpot of green.
To visit the Green Mountains in Vermont is like a dream.
My eyes are shaded green.
My jealousy comes in the color green.
I diet on green veggies that are lean.
The Green Bay Packers are my favorite team.
I believe all frogs should come in green.
It's a family gift to carry a green thumb gene.
My garden has the greenest life I have ever seen.
Lemons are yellow, but limes are green.
The Irish do not all believe in green.
In my greenhouse all, the plants are full of good self-esteem.
I'm the jester who wore a green beret for the king and queen.
The unripe sour apple is moldy green!
Flicking me a green bugger is gross and mean.
Why do all leprechauns wear color green?
Not all clovers have only three leafs of green.
Green is the middle color of the rainbow team.
Good Luck, Care Bear's charming eyes are emerald green.
My favorite color has always been green.
This is all about wearing green on March the seventeen.
. (a) S.K.A.T. POETRY (re-post) by;p.d.
. 3-17-10 (update) 3-17-11
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011
Life is but a fleeing whisper
echoing through time,
never dying, always being
magnificent and sublime.
The body's a receptacle,
a superficial shell,
but in it dwells the gift of soul;
eternity knows it well.
The soul contains the truths of life,
to all that's ever been;
to all things now, and yet to come,
but guards them deep within.
The mind has hidden doors to soul;
we long to find the key...
unleash the vision waiting there
that lives eternally.
And so mind seeks to open wide,
grasp firm the light of soul.
and at that moment when it does,
we know we will be whole.
So when we penetrate the shield
that stands between these two,
we will perceive with inner sight
our soul, complete and new.
If in this life, we cannot grasp
this bond of soul and mind,
we'll be reborn to live again
till total self we find.
We've been before, so many times;
we've known many a past.
We'll be again, an echo in time...
till mind and soul are fast.
And when that final day does come,
at last to lift our soul,
for Him to gather in His arms...
a perfect self, now whole.
Sandra M. Haight
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: Contest No: 258
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/05/2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: Soul Consciousness
Sponsor: Catie Lindsay
Judged: 06/29/2016
Theme: After death, will you have to enter again in another Earth life, and Why?
Although not my religious belief, there are some religions, like Hinduism, that believe in reincarnation which refines the soul by it living many lifetimes, and after it is perfected, goes back to God. My poem is based on that belief. So many people, including myself, have inner feelings or momentary flashbacks like they have lived before in another life...so who knows...
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
and every time i see you it is for the first time
still my heart skips a beat
and every time we kiss it is our first
and there is nothing like that first kiss.
and it is not just that i love you with every fibre of my being
but more important that i cherish it and treat it as my most
important priority.
and now i believe that
could have stopped me from loving you.
even if we had never met i am convinced
you would of monopolized my dreams.
and I choose to believe the beauty spread freely
on earth sparkles just a hint brighter because
we are so in love with one another.
and to have shared my life with you as you have shared your
life with me apart or together always the better for the union
we live.
and I still own every crystal clear memory
of every arbitrary kiss you unexpectedly left on my lips.
and not yesterday
not tomorrow
is the heaven of our existence.
and we always knew 'why? fight the current if you can surf the waves'.
and our mornings
in the solitude outside our home
where birds fly and salty dogs roam
sharing that with you my love
feels like the purest freedom available to all earthly life.
and i love it when you slip under my skin like you would
our bed sheets after a long journey away.
and even in the pitch of black, surrounded by the dark
my eyes shut and blindfolded i would not see the moon
or the stellar diamonds that hug the night sky but still i
would see you.
and if i hold you a little tight at times
please blame my exuberance on the joyous life we've
shared - every moment we've spent as a loving couple.
and it is you my love who taught me
the weeping willow not the mighty oak
represents the greatest strength in nature.
and now I know my love the trust to unfold for your partner
everything that is you (even the darkest parts of your makeup),
the comfort that there is nothing about you your partner won't accept
is a special love gifted to those who seek it with pure intent.
and if the truth be known marriage isn't love, marriage is a contract
unlike love contracts can be broken.
and i will always be there to hold you when there are no words.
and when i knew it was you i knew it would never be anyone else ever again.
and if not for love then what?
The Closing Soliloquy
Sleep well my darling
Warm in my heart
Tender in my thoughts
Safe in my hold
I do
I hold you
Gift you happiness
Like links on a chain
Pure gold
Like the brilliant sheen of hope
Hope is
The greatest gift of all
Sweet dreams my heart
Soft in the natural embrace of my undying love.
Dec 7 2015
In A Sad Blindness, One May Yet Find Hope
(The Solemn Prayer)
Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.
On this day, life should see past these looming black-storms
Find solace in love, hope and my loving wife's arms
Yet that stone wall, yields to nothing but great power
Far more than this broken soul can muster this hour
When thus lost, can one ever find again that Light
Healer of dagger stabbed wounds, found on a dark night
I pray, gift wisdom to walk that one true-lit path
Release this sad soul from, this evil, wicked wrath.
Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2017
Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 225
Note- I decided to write this poem, this morn. About half had already been composed in my head yesterday afternoon and I finally sat down now to put pen to paper.
Believe me, in that it was not an easy task to finish this and be satisfied with the results.
Maybe I am just tired and stopped because of that.
I don't know. Maybe on another day, I could have and would have thought this lacking and rewritten it..
But today, I have only enough to say, this is as it is(and thus it may stay), hope you may find it agreeable and not fault me too much .......
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
They'll have you believe she was lost to the sea,
But the moon would beg to differ.
She was always lost,
Always looking for which way to go.
Or was that always looking for where she came from?
The moon couldn't really tell coming from going;
To a celestial body both look pretty much the same.
She wanted to be found asserts the moon.
Or was that to be seen?
She had confided at every turn,
Every phase,
I see you,
Do you see me?
I am but a sliver today, how about you?
A crescent, that's exactly how I'm feeling too!
I see you,
Do you see me?
No, not this moonless night;
I don't see myself either.
I see you,
Do you see me?
I see you.
I know you see me too.
You are the full that fills me.
She was not lost to the sea insists the moon.
It was not the sea that swallowed her
But my reflection.
Composed for Gregory R Barden's
Water and Sky
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy | Year Posted 2018
you were an infant
i would sing a song i created for you
'there's a baby in my arms
there's a baby in the mirror
but honey
there's not really two
the child in the mirror
is only
an image
of you'
in that same vein i write this
you can't hide inside a mirror
it wouldn't be good for your image
if you see what i mean
take a minute to reflect on that thought
frame it as you will
raise a glass to good cheers
this isn't the time to crack
feel shattered
it is the exact reverse
like skipping a rock across the smooth surface of a lake
seven skips of good luck
because you are the fairest of them all
looking back at yourself
keeping it compact
as you duplicate your own words
impossible to read from the other side
this echo of your vision
the epitome of a prototype replicates
who is the quintessential hero and who is the fake
go through that rabbit hole -straight to wonderland
bedazzle -radiate -glimmer -scintillate
the glare will define you
you have not now or have ever been a duplicate
you are and will always be the one and only
Oct 2 2017 - love above all else love - armand
But Tell Me Where Do The Children Play
you can't lie your way to the truth
what we teach our children
should apply to us too
you took a wrong turn
check your moral compass
the needle is spinning faster
than a bottle in search of a kiss
what would our mother think
if she knew what you were up to
you're changing everything she fought for
in her life children mattered
like the singing preacher asked
such a long time ago
'...where do the children play...'
you can argue climate change
but you can't deny the quality of the air your breathing
when did we start bottling water just to take a drink
the taps are bleeding led
too late to fix the guts of generations who drank it with trust
how do you look at a storm in the eye
didn't you already prove your blind
or do you keep yours closed so no one can look in
look deep inside your heart
'...tell me, where do the children play?…'
Oct 2 2017- armand
Me? I Saw More.
the clown danced like a marionette
his painted face featured a grimace
and a tear
i saw more
i smiled
no fear here
a performer
an amazing mime artist
a procurer of pathos
he was pulling a little red wagon
with a large orange hard ball
walking on the spot
performing 'funny'
i saw more
we often have to carry more
than we think we can handle
our shoulders grow
atlas carried the earth on his shoulder
when we think we can do no more
we do even more than we need to
i saw more
the power of one
we don't need help
we need initiative
no brother or sister's need
is less important than our own
'give and you shall receive'
we are all more
it takes a strong child
to raise the values of a village
i can't win unless we all win
we have tried the blame game
five thousand years later
we are being led by weak men
want bigger and bigger guns
at a time when we have enough weapons
destroy the earth hundreds of times over
money is
has always been
i see more
i see you
and you
and you
ghandi was right then
ghandi is right now
do you see
Oct 2 2017- armand
i am going to touch you
like a firefly touches
the dead of night
lights the obscurity
i want to illuminate
the pitch dark of your perspective
inject a bright glow of hope
cleanse your thoughts of the negative
did you argue today
felt regret
did the daily news invade your cheer
turned your 'in the pink' to something 'blue'
i am going to reignite your sense of calm
wave a wand -make your heart smile
warm your complexion to a glow
spread your goodwill worldwide
life i assure you isn't a rotting corpse
you have the strength
rise above the doom and gloom
you are presently living
the alternative is an untimely exit
i believe in laughter
and i believe in unconditional love
i believe when your back is against the wall
persistence will create a door
a passageway out of the muck and mire
no matter how thick the fog
it only takes a breeze
to clear a path
one you can ride to your destination of choice
Oct 2 2017- armand
Colour Me Ill
i tried to fly today
nothing deep here
this isn't that type of poem
didn't go that well
i fell flat on my fa fa fa face
(pardon my stutter
a temporary side effect of the fa fa fa fall)
i wasn't writing any poetry
at the hospital either
all joking aside
there was a lot of blood
did you know that doctors
have no sense of humour
i was slurring anyways
you gotta love that morphine
they were cleaning up the blood
i said thanks dr. acula
not even a snicker
and i'm not speaking of a chocolate bar
wasn't even my joke
stole it from Mitch Hedburg
coincidentally the doctor left me in stitches
the nurse said she was taking me for an X-ray
i didn't really hear her but she was a knockout
something ..x
sounded go go good to me
i was running in front of the wheelchair she was pushing
i was excited
we got somewhere
she left
you gotta love that morphine
i must of impressed them
they thought i was a model
they took pictures of me
Bi Bi Big pictures
you should of seen the size of the negatives
i ordered ten sets
they pushed me outside and left
pa pa par for this course
suddenly my nurse date was back
they always come back
she's gone
Oct. 2 2017- armand
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2017
Her paintbrush is a razor,
Her canvas, her wrists,
"I deserve the pain."
She shrugs and insists.
One day the brush will push down,
And it will cut so deep,
That this girl will fall
into an eternal sleep.
She doesn't remember how she started
What brought her interest to this,
How do you discover,
that cutting is your form of bliss?
No one would have guessed that she does it.
No one would have considered this one.
This girl is forever fighting a battle,
that she thinks the demons have won.
Her artwork is all over her,
Her beauty is on her thighs,
and if you look in her old trash,
you'll find her letters of goodbye.
Her masterpiece is quite disturbing,
Her masterpiece is a little gory,
Her artwork is her escape.
Let me tell you her story.
She compares herself to every person,
She is compared to each girl.
She thinks she's hideous,
And there's this boy that is her world.
She was bullied and picked on,
She was teased from head to toe,
Hard to believe that her best friend,
was her one and only foe.
Then later she disliked every little thing,
Her body, face and even her mind,
Soon she saw she was a failure,
and it was just in due time...
That this girl couldn't take it anymore
She'd decided she was done living this,
So one day she went home
and decided to end it.
Everyday for multiple days,
This girl would try to drown,
Hard to believe this girl at school,
never ever wore a frown.
Sometimes she'd just fall asleep crying,
Praying that she'd be enough,
Because she didn't want to leave her family.
She knew about their sweet love.
This girl found hope in small things eventually,
She soon would see this beautiful light,
and find a REAL best friend,
that helped her put up a fight.
Her masterpiece soon was leaving,
Her artwork was almost faded,
and it gave her a sick feeling,
the feeling of being jaded.
She found a boy that actually loved her,
And showed her love exists,
And this boy too had a masterpiece,
placed close to his wrists.
He related to her and she related to him.
She kissed his artwork and said he's not alone,
When she cut herself it hurt him,
Her masterpiece now wasn't just her own.
Her masterpiece effected others,
Her artwork wasn't just for herself,
She now had people,
who saw her cries for help.
And then her family found out,
So then they saw the art too,
to them they were just scars,
To her they were the truth.
She's trying to be okay now,
She thinks she might survive,
Even though they didn't think
to take away the knives.
Copyright © Madison Marie | Year Posted 2013
The Tale below was carved one night,
Upon the Stone, by candlelight
...most won't believe, but some just might
.........most won't believe, but some just might
. Preface
Well James made Beth his lovely bride
(And angels smiled, though teary eyed)
...their bodies bound, their spirits tied
.........their bodies bound, their spirits tied
Upon her hand, a shimmer shone,
As bright as blood, a ruby Stone
...and brighter still, as love had grown
.........and brighter still, as love had grown
Soon James was sent to man a sail
So Beth removed her wedding veil
...her eyes were bright, her face was pale
.........her eyes were bright, her face was pale
"Well, I'll be here when you return"
Said Beth to James, who kissed in turn
...a kiss that made her body burn
.........a kiss that made her body burn
1. The Dream
One night, within a dream deformed,
The cawing of a Crow informed
"...a Ship was stripped where winter stormed
.........a Ship was stripped where winter stormed
Midst winds and waves the thunder boomed
The Ship of Death was surely doomed
...the sea engulfed, the sea entombed
.........the sea engulfed, the sea entombed
Your James... denied by Davy Jones!
His spirit gone, his flesh and bones
...are resting now amongst the Stones
.........are resting now amongst the Stones"
2. The Quest
Awoken by the ebon Wight
And beckoned by the baneful bight
...I left before the morning light
.........I left before the morning light
Throughout the realm I rode a roan
Until, in time, I reached the Stone
...where shades and dreams in darkness groan
.........where shades and dreams in darkness groan
While skipping up and down the sky
A missing moonbeam mocked my eye
...enough to make a Swallow cry
.........enough to make a Swallow cry
For someone stole a star or two
And something else that fate withdrew –
...my jewel of joy, my James Bijou
.........my jewel of joy, my James Bijou
The shadows of the evening swelled
Where demons of the dusk had dwelled
...and in the far, a vesper knelled
.........and in the far, a vesper knelled
The Stone, beneath the sky, stood cold –
Between the runes, a vapour strolled
...a cloak of fleecy fog consoled
.........a cloak of fleecy fog consoled
A Raven on a branch, enthroned,
Her wings waved once, a wail intoned
...beyond the bay, a banshee moaned
.........beyond the bay, a banshee moaned
I lay beside the Stone, his bride
I lay beside the Stone and cried
...but were it I, instead, that died
.........but were it I, instead, that died
The rainbow of the moon fell dim
A midnight Swan soon ceased to swim
...as if to hide all hint of him
.........as if to hide all hint of him
Between the willows in the swale
There sang a Bird, a Nightingale
...which left me faint and feeling frail
.........which left me faint and feeling frail
3. Contact
I felt him breathe within a breeze
Responding to my anguished pleas
...and leaves blew by abandoned trees
.........and leaves blew by abandoned trees
"I miss you too, my darling Beth"
Re-echoed from the Ship of Death
...the future buried in a breath
.........the future buried in a breath
The Stone lit up a ruby sheen
And clouds were kindled crystalline
...with consequences, unforeseen
.........with consequences, unforeseen
Above, the wretched Raven soared
To where the Ship of Death lay moored
...beneath, the icy ocean roared
.........beneath, the icy ocean roared
4. Release
I'm joined with James beneath the Stone,
Though to the Ship my spirit's flown,
...for nevermore to be alone
.........for nevermore to be alone
. Epilogue
That night the wayward winds were weird
The Ship of Death had disappeared
...coyotes called and mortals feared
.........coyotes called and mortals feared
At dusk, the craven shadows crawled
At dawn, the winds of mourning called
...upon the Stone two names were scrawled
.........upon the Stone two names were scrawled
The Raven sits, with wings outspread,
Atop the Stone which shades the dead
...it sometimes shimmers ruby red
.........it sometimes shimmers ruby red
. Epitaph
Between the sounds, where silence seeps,
Their love lives on and never sleeps
...and yet, the weeping willow weeps
.........and yet, the weeping willow weeps
inspired by ~fc~
Wight (obsolete): a supernatural being, creature
Bight: a bay or gulf
Swale: a moist depression in a tract of land
Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2013
It seems you only appear whilst I am asleep,
teasing rapid eye movement to awake and weep.
You hide, so I wonder how beautiful you must be,
fulfil my desires and give me the chance to see.
I believe you have beauty, eyes have never seen,
which allures me to places I have never been.
Maybe you were sculpted by Michelangelo's hands,
DaVinci drew you a smile only he understands,
Rembrandt's hand trembled at the sight of your grandeur,
maybe you are the one, Raphael's angels adore.
Your image mirrors Cleopatra's unique class,
which fades at daylight, regrets begin to amass.
I do not know your name, Silent remains the tongue,
yet I fondly believe in my heart you belong.
Silent One
23 May 2018
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018
You asked me the other day, my friend, who
I am
I replied:
I am you in another body!
Yes, it is true,
Look how much the same we are,
No matter what,
The color
The creed
The race
The status
I am born and die
Suffer and enjoy
Love and hate, just
Like you!
I am a father, a brother, a son,
A mother, a sister, a daughter, just
Like you,
Happiness I seek, family to raise I wish,
Peace to find I look for, just
Like you
I yearn
I abhor
I fear
I hope
I bleed
I heal, just
Like you,
I believe
I doubt
I accept
I refuse
I laugh
I cry, just
Like you
We are alike
We are the same
We are brothers, children of
A unique father
Tell me,
My brother, my friend, my ally,
Why have we:
To oppose
To fight
To hurt
To destroy and
To eliminate
One another?
Are really
Our seas that narrow?
Our oceans that small ?
Our lands so limited to
Contain all of us?
Is it the case that
Our hearts are not big enough
Our minds not so wide-open to
Enfold all mankind?
Listen to me, my other self,
It is up to us to change this world, we
Have inherited, with its:
Virtues and vices
History and culture
Flaws and merits
Try to make it
Kinder and a more
Caring world
Obliterating harmful beliefs
Demolishing injurious divisions
Destroying detrimental distrust
Annihilating racism and
Eradicating the erroneous feeling of
Poisonous superiority
For to
Bring the dawn of a new loving world,
A world,
Of acceptance
Of respect
Of justice
Of equality
Of love
Of universal brotherhood
So as
With peace in our hearts, liberated we
Would be from
Past's deleterious tribulations
For myriads of years, have kept us, fighting
One another!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
NOTE! Today because of the " World Day Against Racism" my moral duty, couldn't
let me stay away!
This poem of mine is an old poem of 2013 that has been edited and improved today thus it is posted now as a new poem!
* I did this for all my friends who wish me to come back. I will come back when I am ready! Thank you for your love!
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015


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'Metro will miss deadline'
The Mumbai Metropolitan Region Development Authority (MMRDA) may have announced that the city's first Metro line — the Versova-Andheri-Ghatkopar (VAG) route — will be ready by June 2011, but experts rubbish the claim.mumbai Updated: Nov 04, 2010 01:27 IST
The Mumbai Metropolitan Region Development Authority (MMRDA) may have announced that the city's first Metro line — the Versova-Andheri-Ghatkopar (VAG) route — will be ready by June 2011, but experts rubbish the claim.
The new June 2011 date is one year ahead of the original deadline.
Hindustan Times asked two independent architects — Nitin Killawala and Jagdeep Desai — to assess the planning body's claims, and both said the project would in all likelihood miss the June 2011 deadline.
According to the MMRDA, 68% of the work is complete for the 11-km line. At least 83% of the piling work is done and 63% of the columns have been built. But that does not mean much, said Killawala.
"Piling work is what happens underground, for a column to be erected on it. All this work should have happened at least a year ago, if the Metro were to be completed in June 2011," he said.
Desai agrees: "Their own figures say that almost 40% of the columns have not been erected. Further, 17% of the piling work for the columns is not done. How then does the MMRDA expect to complete the line by June?"
The planning body has said that 70% of the columns at 12 stations have been completed. "Again, this implies that 30% of the basic columns are not built," said Desai.
The fire department's No Objection Certificate for the project shows a total built-up area of 99,000 square metres for the stations and the yard. "How can an agency construct a built-up area of 99,000 square metres in such a short span? According to me, it is next to impossible," said Killawala.
The MMRDA has said that except for one station, the remaining 11 stations will be ready by end of April next year.
The project has also faced a setback, with the Western Railway refusing to stop trains for four hours a day for 57 days so that Metro work connecting the east and west sides of Andheri, over the railway tracks, can be done.
Desai said "it does not look convincing" that 68% of the project is complete. "The state of affairs seems poor," he added. Killawala shares the same opinion.
"The figures depict a sad story. The MMRDA's arrogance is unnecessary. They should try sticking to the original deadline."
MMRDA spokesperson Dilip Kawathkar said: "We had a meeting with Mumbai Metro One Pvt Ltd and they gave us a detailed presentation on the status of the work. So we are confident that we will meet the June 2011 deadline."
First Published: Nov 04, 2010 01:25 IST

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Saturday 7 April 2018 marked the final Investiture presided over by H.E. Dame Countess Éva Nyáry DGCLJ-J as Grand Prior of Hungary. The Solemn Investiture and Gala Dinner took place in Budapest.
Dr. Sándor Pellek KLJ was invested as the new Grand Prior, and the Countess now assumes the title of Grand Prior Emeritus.


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Metro's terminal-based wayfinding confusing for visitors
For out-of-towners, navigating the Metro system can be a daunting task. Metro could make directions easier and improve wayfinding in the system by providing more information about train directions on signs.
The system's use of colored lines and destination station to identify train direction works fairly well for Metro, especially given the structure of the system, but it can be confusing to see one train going to Glenmont and another to Grosvenor when neither mean much to a visitor.
Where some trains don't go all the way to the terminal, like on the Red Line, the multiple terminals are even more confusing, especially when two Red Line terminals are two-word names starting with 'S' and the others one word starting with 'G', but one of each is on either end of the line. Other lines downtown also have two terminals in each direction since two colors share a track.
What could Metro do? Other transit systems approach this problem in several ways.
Some systems use "inbound" and "outbound" to identify the direction of trains in the system. Where this type of labeling is in use, a given train switches from being "inbound" to being "outbound" somewhere along its route (unless it terminates downtown).
The major benefit of this system is that it's always clear which train is headed toward the center city or toward the suburbs. Usually the inbound/outbound system is used in conjunction with an end station, which ensures that riders can find the right train.
Boston's MBTA (the T) uses this system. The rail system doesn't have just one central station, but four transfer stations downtown. Any train heading to that central square is "inbound," but with no stations between the transfer stations, there's no ambiguity.
It would be difficult for a purely inbound/outbound system to work on Metro. If the center point were Metro Center, would it make sense for Vienna-bound trains at Smithsonian to be "inbound"?
Cardinal directions
Another method to identify train direction is using the points of the compass. Trains are identified as "northbound" or "southbound" or whatever as the case dictates.
The simplicity of this method is its main benefit — as long as riders know the rough geography of the city. If a rider knows, for instance, that Arlington is west of downtown DC, he or she would know to look for the "westbound" platform.
MARTA, in Atlanta, uses this method. The system has two trunk lines, each with one spur. Because the lines are each oriented primarily in a north/south and east/west direction, it makes it easy to identify lines using the compass.
Metro can't take this approach because our lines are so twisted. The Orange Line runs pretty well east/west and the Yellow Line is basically north/south, but the other lines are not as consistent. At King Street, the Blue Line headed toward Braddock Road would have to be "eastbound" while the Yellow Line on the same track is "northbound."
One more approach uses geographical or political boundaries to define direction.
In the San Francisco area, BART uses this to some extent. Trains in downtown San Francisco are defined as headed toward the "East Bay", for instance. New York also uses this approach. Trains are identified as "Bronx-bound" or "to Brooklyn/Queens," for instance.
Applying this approach would also be problematic in DC. The Red Line, for instance, couldn't be identified as "to Maryland," since both branches lead there. The Orange, Yellow, and Blue Lines, on the other hand, could easily be identified as "Virginia-bound" or "Maryland-bound."
Intermediate station
One final alternate approach is the use of an intermediate station to determine direction. In this case, the next major station in a given direction would be listed for the "direction" of the platform. Trains would still be identified by their final station.
Munich's U-bahn uses this system. Platforms are defined by their Richtung (direction), whereas trains are defined by their Ziel (destination). So passengers at Candidplatz find one platform labeled "Richtung Mangfallplatz" (direction Mangfallplatz), which happens to be the line's terminal, 3 stops distant, and one platform labeled "Richtung Hauptbahnhof" (direction Main Railway Station), which is not a terminal, but which is a major transfer point 4 stops distant.
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PM Narendra Modi speech: Prime Minister Narendra Modi today addressed the North Eastern Council (NEC) meeting in Shillong and he will also release a special cover and a stamp brought out by the Department of Posts to mark the occasion.
Prime Minister Narendra Modi today addressed the North Eastern Council (NEC) meeting in Shillong. He will also release a special cover and a stamp brought out by the Department of Posts to mark the occasion.
Here are updates of PM Narendra Modi's speech during his maiden visit to Shillong:
1.47 pm: North East can be the basket of organic food for everyone, says Modi
1.44 pm: If we focus development on organic farming it would help the NE region greatly: PM Modi
1.39 pm: PM Modi at the 65th plenary session of the North Eastern Council
Minister of State for Development of North Eastern Region Jitendra Singh on Thursday inaugurated the two-day Plenary Meeting of North Eastern Council, which is being attended by Governors and Chief Ministers of all the eight States of North Eastern region. Speaking on the occasion, Singh said that in the last two years under the NDA government, the North Eastern Region has witnessed path-breaking development in all spheres of life.
He said that the visit by the Prime Minister also assumes special significance because after nearly three decades a Prime Minister will attend the meeting of NEC. The North Eastern Council is the nodal agency of the Ministry of Development for North Eastern Region that comprises of Arunachal Pradesh, Assam, Meghalaya, Manipur, Mizoram, Nagaland, Sikkim and Tripura.
It was constituted in 1971 which marked the beginning of a new chapter of concerted and planned endeavour for the rapid development of the Region.
Over the last thirty five years, NEC has been instrumental in setting in motion a new economic endeavour aimed at removing the basic handicaps that stood in the way of normal development of the region.
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Smaller garden spaces have advantages also: They are less costly to plant. Maintenance takes much less time and, changing the style or spirit of the garden can be quick and easy. Seasonal garden change-outs can be a fun way to change these spaces. And, they are easy to enjoy and appreciate since everythings close by.
Virtually any fruit, vegetable or herb can be grown in a container, if the container is large enough. As with ornamental container gardening, this is a great way to control the soil, sun and growing conditions of your edible plants. It is also a great way to squeeze edible gardening into the smallest spaces, by siting them on your patio, front steps or driveway.
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text: Finally my Lapua is done.... well for the most part. After hunting season the reciever will be ceracoated. But for all intents and purposes its done. I just realized my nice Fluted PT&G bolt didnt make the picture. But I just set the scope on it for a quick photo shoot before bed I will make another post with good Pictures and specs later. 26" fluted #5 Krieger, Muscle Brake, PT&G Bolt with tactical handle and a Greybull Precision Stock.


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August 10, 2011
Adam & Gena: Crescent Beach Preview!
Last weekend I had the opportunity to take photos of Adam & Gena at Crescent Beach. Gena has second shot a couple weddings with me, so it was great to have some more "photography fun" with her and her husband. I wanted to share a sneak peek... more photos coming soon!
Labels: 2011, Adam and Gena, Adam Paton, Couple, Crescent Beach, Gena Davies, Portrait, South Surrey
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- Sara D.August 23, 2011 at 8:06 PM
Hola! Love the new blog! This couple is adorable, fantastic work!ReplyDelete


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It's hard not to be inspired by the wind, waves, trees and animals. I have made several failed attempts to capture the feeling of this untamed beauty in a crazy quilt. I knew I didn't want to make a pictorial or landscape quilt - I could never capture what I wanted that way.
Last night while re-reading Allie Aller's Crazy Quilting, a most excellent resource, I saw a picture of a quilt by Sharon Boggon, another much-admired teacher of mine. She made a Tumbling Blocks quilt with CQ blocks which is just amazing. I have seen pictures of this quilt before, but it clicked in my brain last night - this traditional quilt pattern rendered in CQ blocks is the perfect way to portray my Ocean theme.
This will be a really ambitious project, and will require careful planning on my part. In the coming weeks, I'll be clearing the decks in my studio - tidying up after a Christmas creating frenzy, and finishing projects to make mental and physical room to start on this epic journey. My working title for this piece is a well-know slogan of this area.......Where The Rainforest Meets The Sea.


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M2Ts Can Be Women But Not Females?
June 21, 2012
A theme has come up recently from some radical feminists that gos something like this: "We respect transwomen as women, but not as females. We don't use the term 'woman-only space' out of respect for transwomen. But they are not females."
I use the term "M2T" or "F2T" because transpeople never really achieve their stated goal of changing their sex; even they themselves continue to refer to themselves as 'trans' people, acknowledging themselves that they are not the same as biological women. One might use the term "Male-to-constructed-female," as did Mary Daly, but this is somewhat cumbersome. I prefer the M2T designation which leaves no doubt as to who is what.
I do not concede the word "woman." It has a meaning for me that goes beyond biology; I am more than a female. As a lesbian, and a radical feminist, I am first and foremost a woman. I do not recognize transsexuals as anything but that–transsexuals. And regardless of what we call ourselves, sooner or later, the transactivists will stake a claim to that term as well. To tell them that they are, indeed "women," but not female merely confuses the issue, and also caves in just that much more to the agenda of the trans* movement–the erasure of women.
I do not recognize trans* as women. I will not give up still another word to their post-modernist b.s., in which nothing has meaning, everything is everyone, no one is anyone, and we are all just exactly what we say we are. I prefer to live in the real world, the world in which men are at war with women, and in which trans* are the allies of men in that struggle. They are the new handmaidens of the misogynist right. I am a woman. They are at war with me, and I will fight back, conceding nothing.
This is about as simple an explanation as there is.
A legitimate class-based discrimination analysis is 3-pronged, like this
What trans* activists do
When they aren't busy doing this
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It's fair to say Tony Pulis did not hit it off with John Williams when they first met!
Pulis left Williams in no doubt about the size of the task facing him after he was confirmed as Jeremy Peace's successor as West Bromwich Albion Chairman in August.
To the point where Pulis accepts he might have been a little abrasive.
"If you spoke to John, the first time he met me I don't think he would have been too impressed in respect of how blunt and straight-forward I was towards him," Pulis said.
"He recognises the way I am, what I want, how I want it to be done and everything else.
"We can't build this club in a second.
"It's got to be built over a period of time.
"The more time hopefully you're given, the more opportunity to get the better players in, the stronger this club will become."
The pair were at loggerheads over their contrasting assessments of Albion's summer transfer window.
Williams insisted the club had recruited well, after a flurry of activity in the final few days of August, while Pulis was left underwhelmed.
But Pulis and Williams buried the hatchet and appear to be on a sounder footing moving into what promises to be a very important winter transfer window.


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|My Booth...
|My newest necklace...
|I won The Glitterfest Sparkle Award
for best booth...
Thank you Glitterfest!!
|My sweet neighbors Rita and Bella ~ mammabellarte.blogspot.com
|Christie's booth was beautiful...chateaudefleurs.blogspot.com
|My Booth...
|My newest necklace...
|I won The Glitterfest Sparkle Award
for best booth...
Thank you Glitterfest!!
|My sweet neighbors Rita and Bella ~ mammabellarte.blogspot.com
|Christie's booth was beautiful...chateaudefleurs.blogspot.com
|Some of my neighbors...
L to R ~ Rita, Myself, Blanca, & Christilynn
Thank you Diane and Sheryl!! It was an incredible show...lots of
wonderful customers, talented neighbors, and good friends. The
weather was just amazing "No Rain" we were truly blessed!
what a great booth! I wish I could go see it in person.ReplyDelete
Hi Debbie, I hope you had a fabulous show because your booth looked amazing as always! XO ChristieReplyDelete
I may have to pay you a visit!! love your booth fabulous!!ReplyDelete
...oh my!!!
Look at all that FABULOUSNESS!!!!
Truely an eye candy weekend:)
xo, Rosemary
Hello sweetie pie,
It was so wonderful to see you on Sat. You are the loveliest person, truly! Your booth was AMAZING!! I am still dreaming over the dress form lamp, I can't get her out of my head.
Congratulations on your booth award, you totally deserve it, your booth was the most beautiful!
Have a lovely week my friend.
WONDERFUL, I am so glad it didn't rain.
We held off coming cuz of the bad weather. :(
It all looks so amazing, I really hope to be there in October. It just looks like too much fun.
Beautiful booth and the vignettes are awesom! Thank You for sharing your photos............JulianReplyDelete
Hi Deb! Congratulations on your award, it's truly deserved - just beautiful! I didn't realize that they had spaces outside for larger items to sell. Maybe I'll see if I can qualify for next time. I haven't been able to make to a show, something always has conflicted with the dates. :(. But I always really enjoy everyone's pictures and visit vicariously thru them all!
Congratulions on your award - NO SURPRISE. Everything looked BEAUTIFUL, crisp and clean. Love it all.
Princess Deb, it is absolutely no surprise that your space won the coveted award for best booth.
Your set-ups and vignettes always exceed our expectations.
Thank you for sharing you talent with us,
Oh yeah we wanted to wish you a HUGE CONGRATS on your booth!! Your booths always look Adorable!
Jamie & Lori
Everything is just so wonderful!!! I couldnt stop looking at all your pictures on your blog. Thank you so much for sharing all your lovely pictures!!!
The Gilded Cherub
So happy to have found your blog...it is just beautiful and can't wait to catch up!
Your booth at Glitterfest is stunning and full of inspiration for me...I have a tent event coming up soon...my first one, so thank you!
Everything looks amazing as always! Have a great weekend.
Your booth was awesome!! I, too, can't get the dress form lamp out of my mind! How do I get in touch with you, there is something I want and need to know if you still have it!ReplyDelete


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Fool Portfolio Report
Friday, March 22, 1996
by David Gardner (MotleyFool)
ALEXANDRIA, VA, March 22, 1996 -- OK, first things first, here's the skinny. Fool Port down .14% today. Darn. Double darn because the market averages we follow---both of 'em---rose .22%. Most of our stocks barely budged, and that was pretty much the case for the market too, in fact. No significant news items to talk about.
For the week, we did very nicely thank you. Credit is due exclusively to a grrrrrreat market day on Monday (our all-time best single-day move: 6.71%). The Fool Portfolio closed out up 4.85% for the week vs. gains in the S&P 500 and NASDAQ of 1.43% and 0.24%, respectively. What did it? Well, Iomega led the portfolio's charge by rising $4 3/8 this week, while we saw new highs as well in our stellar retailers, Sears and The Gap.
America Online, which remains our top stock and has served as a portfolio bellwether in the past, closed the week unchanged at $54.
And now for something completely different. . . let's talk about selling stocks, shall we?
Chapter 18 of our "Motley Fool Investment Guide" is entitled "Selling Strategies," dedicated to answering the toughest question most investors pose themselves. . . "But when do I sell?"
The one-sentence answer is essentially this: ". . . when you find a better place to put the money." In other words, we don't advise selling just for selling's sake; we think you should tend to keep most or all of your money IN the market. The trick is not to think of your portfolio as an assortment of 9 different investments. No. Think of it as we think of our Fool Portfolio: not 9 stocks (in our case) but ONE portfolio, which you should only change if you see something better. When we find an attractive new investment opportunity, we just sell off whatever we deem to be most fully valued in our portfolio, and move the money to that new investment. Let the Wise get bogged down in setting 9 different target prices for 9 different stocks. They're just confusing the issue.
Indeed, we invented a game called "Don't Look Now!" designed to help you evaluate your own selling decisions. The idea is just that---don't look now!---when you sell. Too many people (a) spend too much time scrutinizing the short-term performance of a stock they've just sold, while (b) spending too little time going back and looking at how their sell decision turned out. It was for this reason that we developed our game, in which you see how stocks that you've sold have done against the market over the succeeding THREE months.
And so today's Fool Portfolio is going to do just that: look back at our sell decisions and evaluate them. The idea is pretty simple: go back and see how your sold stock did against the S&P 500 during the three months after you sold it. (In our survey below, we're only including stocks that we made a DECISION to sell; that means Dow Dividend Approach picks aren't included.)
We have closed out 5 positions since starting The Fool Portfolio. Three purchases (Boston Technology, Sonic Solutions, and Ride), and two shorts (Bed Bath & Beyond and Paychex). All of them are more than three months behind us now, so the results are in. Let's check it out, Foolish commentary included:
Boston Technology sold 7/11/95 @ $19 1/2
Three months later (10/11/95): $13 3/4
COMMENT: A great sell---our first ever---which receives the score of TOTAL VICTORY in our "Don't Look Now!" sell game. We define this as any stock which dropped 20% the three months after our sell. This one made us look like the geniuses we aren't.
Sonic Solutions sold 11/21/95 @ $6 3/8
2/26/96: $6 3/4
COMMENT: Those who've read our book will know that this counts as a MARGINAL VICTORY, a stock that underperformed the S&P 500 during the three months following our sell. SNIC did rise slightly, but the main thing here is that it was outperformed by the market. Then again, we pretty much left the money in cash, which didn't make 5%, so we're not that proud.
Ride sold 11/30/95 @ $21 1/8
Three months later (2/29/96): $17 1/8
S&P (over that period): -5.79%
COMMENT: Gotta love it. Though the stock ran to $30 very briefly after we sold it, we would've been lucky to "guess" at that move. RIDE was down almost 20% three months later. This is a great example of why we created "Don't Look Now!" in the first place. The point is that we'd've been lucky to have caught a price near $30 since the stock was there so briefly. In the bigger scheme, the grander picture looking back, we got out at a good price. MARGINAL VICTORY.
Paychex, a SHORT, covered on 3/31/95 @ $30 1/2 (post-split)
Three months later (6/30/95), $36 1/4
PAYX: +18.85% (which would have lost us money)
COMMENT: An excellent sell, though our game (not really developed for short-selling, though maybe we should do that in our Fool book sequel) doesn't show it. Paychex would have lost us another 19%, while the S&P 500 over that period made 9%. Blowout, but we'll call it a MARGINAL VICTORY by our current game rules.
Bed Bath & Beyond, a SHORT, covered on 3/16/95 @ $24 1/4
Three months later (6/16/95): $23 7/8
COMMENT: Bed Bath & Beyond would've made us 2% on our short had we held it, while the market rose 9%. Another MARGINAL VICTORY. Interestingly, BBBY was kind of like RIDE; both would've made us significantly more money if we'd held a few weeks more, but both returned to MARGINAL VICTORY levels after a few months. In BBBY's case, it knifed down into the $18 range a month after we covered our short, but then came back.
This lesson was not featured today to be self-promoting. That said, our score looks this way:
We don't think of ourselves as particularly good "market timers," and the sample size above is small and thus not completely representative yet of our ability. But it's heartening, too.
Anyway, the point should be clear by now. Fools survey how they did with their cash-outs a few MONTHS (not days) after they've made them. By tallying your own score, you can keep yourself accountable AND learn more about your selling talents (or lack thereof) for future use.
May your weekend proceed Foolishly.
AMER - 1/2 ...AMAT + 1/8 ...CHV - 3/8 . . .GE +1 1/8 . . . GPS + 1/4 . . .IOMG ---. . .KLAC + 1/8 . . .MDRX + 1/4 . . .S - 1/8 . . . Day Month Year History FOOL -0.14% 9.59% 25.42% 134.19% S&P 500 +0.22% 1.59% 5.63% 41.93% NASDAQ +0.22% 0.20% 4.76% 53.05% Rec'd # Security In At Now Change 8/5/94 680 AmOnline 7.27 54.00 642.48% 5/17/95 1005 Iomega Cor 5.04 23.88 373.90% 4/20/95 155 The Gap 32.55 58.13 78.57% 8/5/94 165 Sears 28.93 51.00 76.32% 8/11/95 95 GenElec 57.91 78.50 35.54% 8/11/95 110 Chevron 49.00 55.25 12.76% 1/29/96 250 Medicis Ph 27.86 26.00 -6.67% 8/24/95 100 AppldMatl 57.52 36.38 -36.77% 8/24/95 130 KLA Instrm 44.71 24.13 -46.04% Rec'd # Security Cost Value Change 8/5/94 680 AmOnline 4945.56 36720.00 $31774.44 8/24/95 100 AppldMatl 5752.49 3637.50 -$2114.99 5/17/95 1005 Iomega Cor 5063.13 23994.38 $18931.25 4/20/95 155 The Gap 5045.25 9009.38 $3964.13 8/5/94 165 Sears 4772.65 8415.00 $3642.35 8/11/95 95 GenElec 5501.87 7457.50 $1955.63 8/11/95 110 Chevron 5389.99 6077.50 $687.51 1/29/96 250 Medicis Ph 6964.99 6500.00 -$464.99 8/24/95 130 KLA Instrm 5812.49 3136.25 -$2676.24 CASH $12147.13 TOTAL $117094.63


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Ashton Hurst Demographics (Tameside, England)
Ashton Hurst is a ward in Tameside of North West, England and includes areas of Hurst Knoll, Holebottom, Alt Hill, Limehurst, Smallshaw, Park Bridge, Parkbridge, Wilshaw, Hartshead Green, Hazelhurst, Lily Lanes, The Ladysmith, Wednesfield and Hartshead.
In the 2011 census the population of Ashton Hurst was 11,503 and is made up of approximately 51% females and 49% males.
The average age of people in Ashton Hurst is 40, while the median age is higher at 41.
88.7% of people living in Ashton Hurst were born in England. Other top answers for country of birth were 1.9% India, 1.8% Pakistan, 0.9% Kenya, 0.7% Scotland, 0.5% Northern Ireland, 0.4% Wales, 0.4% Ireland, 0.2% Bangladesh, 0.2% Africa not otherwise specified.
93.4% of people living in Ashton Hurst speak English. The other top languages spoken are 1.9% Gujarati, 1.0% Urdu, 0.9% Polish, 0.7% Panjabi, 0.3% Bengali, 0.2% African language, 0.2% Italian, 0.1% Arabic, 0.1% Cantonese Chinese.
The religious make up of Ashton Hurst is 62.3% Christian, 20.2% No religion, 6.0% Muslim, 5.1% Hindu, 0.2% Buddhist, 0.1% Jewish. 622 people did not state a religion. 15 people identified as a Jedi Knight and 5 people said they believe in Heavy Metal.
46.7% of people are married, 10.8% cohabit with a member of the opposite sex, 0.5% live with a partner of the same sex, 25.6% are single and have never married or been in a registered same sex partnership, 8.4% are separated or divorced. There are 593 widowed people living in Ashton Hurst.
The top occupations listed by people in Ashton Hurst are Administrative and secretarial 13.6%, Professional 12.4%, Sales and customer service 12.2%, Elementary 11.7%, Associate professional and technical 10.8%, Skilled trades 10.4%, Administrative 10.3%, Caring, leisure and other service 9.8%, Process, plant and machine operatives 9.8%, Sales 9.8%.
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