Flaunting smiles of honey and mischief,
She gently brushes hair of silk behind her ears.
With eyes, remarkably lustrous, she awaits the next discovery.
With each grin, she bares billowy cheeks of sweetness
and whispers faintly, perhaps to the creatures in the sand.
Her quiet laughter, the sweet sounds no harp can equal.
Her tiny figure is bent to unearth new endeavors.
Knees familiar with dust and play, venture from soft tresses of pale pink.
Her small fingers curiously test new boundaries of coarse ground.
Oblivious to the measures in the world around her,
with a furrowed brow she determines the importance of her findings.
Her eyes widen with rapturous understanding of a world of fleeting substance.
If only to be lost in the mind of a child once again,
to float freely in a cerebral land of contentment.
Copyright ©2004
Monday, December 29, 2008
Misc. Copyrighted Poetry
As he walks, kicking snow the boy remembers.
His father; how tall and strong, silent.
Looking up to the stars, he blinks in the falling snow.
He remembers the day that took his hero.
He remembers how he must have saved a woman from the firey building.
He can see his stong arms carrying others to the street.
The boy plunges cold hands into his pockets.
He will be brave on this Christmas day.
He will remember a hero.
And he will smile.
copyright ©2001
******
A Child Sleeps
I watch in silence so as not to wake her.
Such innocence, unaware of worldly woe.
To be so content in her surroundings.
She knows no stranger, knows no foe.
Her lashes fall to her cheeks, shadowing them softly.
With small hands tucked under her face,
she sighs in her sleep as if whispering to angels.
What a quiet, calm place.
Wisps of fawn tinted hair drape her shoulder.
She sleeps in beauty; her skin unimaginably fair.
I brush a strand from her face.
Smiling, she dreams without care.
Copyright ©2000
********
Journey
Let us journey under the hazy sky;
of course, the night will be long, so
venture into eternity with me, inhaling
every moment, exhaling every dream.
Tranquillity alone means nothing, but
always will be the time we share. Affectionately, I
envelope the testimony of
kindness from your lips with
every breath of soft spoken word.
Silence broken with one last lingering kiss, we dance.
Trust in knowing no matter
how far the distance between us, we will be one in
every way.
When you feel the slightest twinge
of lonely desire in the midst of your being do
Remember that I
long for your touch,
don't dismay.
Go. Run swiftly.
Raining tears of determination, I will find you
on whatever terms are set
under the midnight sky,
No fear will keep me away from my
Dear companion.
copyright ©2008
His father; how tall and strong, silent.
Looking up to the stars, he blinks in the falling snow.
He remembers the day that took his hero.
He remembers how he must have saved a woman from the firey building.
He can see his stong arms carrying others to the street.
The boy plunges cold hands into his pockets.
He will be brave on this Christmas day.
He will remember a hero.
And he will smile.
copyright ©2001
******
A Child Sleeps
I watch in silence so as not to wake her.
Such innocence, unaware of worldly woe.
To be so content in her surroundings.
She knows no stranger, knows no foe.
Her lashes fall to her cheeks, shadowing them softly.
With small hands tucked under her face,
she sighs in her sleep as if whispering to angels.
What a quiet, calm place.
Wisps of fawn tinted hair drape her shoulder.
She sleeps in beauty; her skin unimaginably fair.
I brush a strand from her face.
Smiling, she dreams without care.
Copyright ©2000
********
Journey
Let us journey under the hazy sky;
of course, the night will be long, so
venture into eternity with me, inhaling
every moment, exhaling every dream.
Tranquillity alone means nothing, but
always will be the time we share. Affectionately, I
envelope the testimony of
kindness from your lips with
every breath of soft spoken word.
Silence broken with one last lingering kiss, we dance.
Trust in knowing no matter
how far the distance between us, we will be one in
every way.
When you feel the slightest twinge
of lonely desire in the midst of your being do
Remember that I
long for your touch,
don't dismay.
Go. Run swiftly.
Raining tears of determination, I will find you
on whatever terms are set
under the midnight sky,
No fear will keep me away from my
Dear companion.
copyright ©2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
TheImproper.Com and Kirstie Alley story...Nails on a chalkboard
Ok...I can take someone not using spell check ALL the time, but grammatical errors from a "credible" news source are unspeakable! Check out...HAVE TO LAUGH at the irony of the title and their hideous mistake...of TheImproper.Com's news report on Kirstie Alley...Can you find the mistake??? OK, I will bold it to make it easier...
Kirstie Alley Losing Weight Battle
Former 'Jenny Craig' spokeswoman now looks heavier than ever
By TheImproper.com
Actress Kirstie Alley is losing the battle of the bulge, as this photo (to right) taken of her in Los Angeles on June 1 shows her looking heavier than ever.
Alley, 57, was dropped a few months ago as the spokesperson of weight-loss company Jenny Craig after having been its public face for three years. Alley has since been replaced by actress Valerie Bertinelli, 48, who has slimmed down considerably since taking over as spokeswoman.
A few months ago, Alley had indicated she was planning to launch her own weight-loss brand sometime in 2009. But given her ballooning weight, it's unclear whether she's moving forward on that project.
Meanwhile, the former Cheers star has reportedly signed on to star alongside James Brolin in the comedy Nailed, her first feature role since 2002.
Alley, once a superfit ingenue (see left), has battled huge weight fluctuations for years, and has also overcame drug abuse. She's divorced from actor Parker Stevenson and reached a high point in her weight battle when she appeared in a bikini on the Oprah Winfrey Show in 2006. Unbelieveable.
Kirstie Alley Losing Weight Battle
Former 'Jenny Craig' spokeswoman now looks heavier than ever
By TheImproper.com
Actress Kirstie Alley is losing the battle of the bulge, as this photo (to right) taken of her in Los Angeles on June 1 shows her looking heavier than ever.
Alley, 57, was dropped a few months ago as the spokesperson of weight-loss company Jenny Craig after having been its public face for three years. Alley has since been replaced by actress Valerie Bertinelli, 48, who has slimmed down considerably since taking over as spokeswoman.
A few months ago, Alley had indicated she was planning to launch her own weight-loss brand sometime in 2009. But given her ballooning weight, it's unclear whether she's moving forward on that project.
Meanwhile, the former Cheers star has reportedly signed on to star alongside James Brolin in the comedy Nailed, her first feature role since 2002.
Alley, once a superfit ingenue (see left), has battled huge weight fluctuations for years, and has also overcame drug abuse. She's divorced from actor Parker Stevenson and reached a high point in her weight battle when she appeared in a bikini on the Oprah Winfrey Show in 2006. Unbelieveable.
Friday, April 25, 2008
FREE Literary Audio Files.....
I found these files online. It can really make a difference in understanding the text if you listen...really listen...to it being read aloud. These are not done by me.
<<<~~~CHECK OUT THE LINKS TO THE LEFT!
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W. B. YEATS
...Haven't been able to blog in a while. My PC at home is slow and my work PC restricts the site. FINALLY, I am here. I am doing my final paper for my LIT class. I am going to write about Yeats' The Song of the Wandering Aengus. William Butler Yeats was from Ireland, and wrote this in County Galway, where my grandmother was born.
Here is the poem. Enjoy!
The Song of the Wandering Aengus
by William Butler Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
What would Sam Walton think about Debbie Shank??
In my most humble opinion, Walmart has hit the gutter since its founder, Sam Walton died. The associate-to-customer relationship is as cold and as inviting as the 2 day old taco in my refrigerator. I overheard a conversation at my local Walmart recently: When a manager asked by a consumer why the store was set up differently, with some items harder to find, the manager replied, "Because we have more Mexicans that whites...and this store is for them." WHAT?? What is wrong with these people?? Mexican, black, white..it shouldn't matter. Where is the equality? Do they THINK they have so much money NOW that they can treat us like that? NOT ANYMORE! I am taking MY business elsewhere! Check out this story: A woman, Debbie Shank of Missouri, a Walmart employee, suffered severe brain damage in traffic accident. She was later awarded money to cover attorney fees, loss of future pay, and life long debilitation. WALMART wants their share back...the health insurance contract states that she must pay BACK what she recoups in a lawsuit. The husband explained that the money was for their survival. Debbie can no longer work, her son was recently killed while serving in Iraq, the husband is a cancer survivor. Debbie will need lifelong rehabilitation, etc. Supreme Court said sorry, give it back. WALMART STINKS. They are a multi-billion dollar company worried about what would amount to pocket change. I am boycotting..Target, here I come!
http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/03/25/walmart.insurance.battle/index.html
http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/03/25/walmart.insurance.battle/index.html
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