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« Reply #100 on: 11/01/2007 21:43:28 »
Thanks Hadrian.  Beautiful.  Twice this week you've made posts of exactly what I needed to hear!
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« Reply #101 on: 12/01/2007 05:22:10 »
pretty incredible poem Hadrian!!!
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« Reply #102 on: 12/01/2007 05:43:54 »
Edith Stein Is quite good and it seems I have read others by her with equal beauty!

"Life is not measured by the number of Breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

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« Reply #103 on: 12/01/2007 06:53:17 »
You have!  Where at?  What book? 
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« Reply #104 on: 12/01/2007 07:20:12 »
She was rather religious Catholic I believe.. The book I had around here, was her and some guy John something.. I don't remember his last name. I do remember her being very religious. Gosh didn't she die in like the early 4o's. She had an amazing life.. went through a lot. Seemed like when me son was in Highscool was when I was reading about her in the concentration camps in Auschwitz.. So sad how many people died there like her.. I hope that's spelled right!..  Anyways My son had to do some stuff on the hollocost etc.
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« Reply #105 on: 12/01/2007 07:24:08 »
Wow...interesting.  Almost sounds like a Corrie ten Boom story...or rather almost..
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« Reply #106 on: 12/01/2007 07:43:31 »
 Corrie ten boom ???

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« Reply #107 on: 12/01/2007 21:43:18 »
Yes, she suffered in a concentration camp...and much more...pretty interesting lady...turned religious...or had a religious experience, it has been a while since read up on it.
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« Reply #108 on: 13/01/2007 05:30:50 »
I will have to read something onn her. I know nothing about her!

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« Reply #109 on: 16/01/2007 05:17:47 »
Fascinating stories...you would like it...but grab your kleenex...it is boo hoo material..
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« Reply #110 on: 16/01/2007 05:23:09 »
Well I will steer clear of those for a while! LOL

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« Reply #111 on: 16/01/2007 05:24:26 »
True stories...but it will grip your heart...that is for sure!!!
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« Reply #112 on: 16/01/2007 05:42:52 »
 Normally like those, just can't take em right now..

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« Reply #113 on: 16/01/2007 05:44:35 »
I understand....but when you get to that point where you can....it is good reading material...
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« Reply #114 on: 16/01/2007 06:12:14 »
Yeah.. I am sure it is. Those stories about those consentration camps are so sad and these people were so brave and so frightened.

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« Reply #115 on: 16/01/2007 06:19:50 »
yes unfortunately...it was sad
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« Reply #116 on: 16/01/2007 06:35:59 »
So many people lost their lives.. look at the impact created by it.. sad to think that compassion was so long in getting those people help..

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« Reply #117 on: 16/01/2007 06:39:49 »
yes it is true...so it happened to the "real americans" too...Indians..and many other cultures as well!
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« Reply #118 on: 16/01/2007 06:48:16 »
Yes.. I see it everywhere and I still see people with those old attitudes that make me sick to my stomach with their hate and predjudices.. makes me ill. My step father was such a bigot!

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« Reply #119 on: 16/01/2007 06:49:59 »
oh, wow!  I know what you mean...it is sickening....I heard it at work and waiting to hear it one more time until I take it to HR and then the bosses of the two baffoons....I don't want them working with our residents as they have many different backgrounds/cultures...They are so hateful and I want them fired!!!
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« Reply #120 on: 16/01/2007 07:06:56 »
I understand.. I have no tolerance for those attitudes the older I get the less tolerant.. there is just no excuse for it! It is sheer stupidity!!

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« Reply #121 on: 17/01/2007 05:38:47 »
I have "zero tolerance"  as they have been told and warned with HR coming out and taking up 2 hours of our time...grrr...common sense...if only they would think before they speak...
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« Reply #122 on: 17/01/2007 06:08:45 »
It is pretty disheartening to see this still being taught to young children!

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« Reply #123 on: 17/01/2007 06:43:58 »
It is...but it is sad that people live with such hatred in their hearts..
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« Reply #124 on: 17/01/2007 07:27:45 »
Yes it is.. It hurts to imagine what happens to a person to make them feel like that..and keep that inside themselves for so long that they just keep laying it off on others!

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« Reply #125 on: 22/01/2007 06:09:10 »
Imagine a dance all alone,
and the silence on a phone.

Imagine sleep without dreams,
and a moon without beams.

Imagine time without sound,
clocks that arent round.

Imagine life without air,
and fan without fare.

Imagine death without dying,
and birds without fling.

Imagine Angels without wings,
and birds that don't sing.

Can you imagine?

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« Reply #126 on: 22/01/2007 09:22:02 »
*warning* joke poem ahead *warning*

roses are red,
violets are blue.
sugar is sweet,
but not in poo.
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I would engage you in a battle of wits, but it is against my moral code to attack the unarmed.

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« Reply #127 on: 22/01/2007 15:45:47 »
LOL.. Thanks for the warning... [;)] [:)]

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« Reply #128 on: 23/01/2007 03:57:07 »
LOL  Funny Science guy!
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« Reply #129 on: 23/01/2007 08:06:16 »
Imagine a dance all alone,
and the silence on a phone.

Imagine sleep without dreams,
and a moon without beams.

Imagine time without sound,
clocks that arent round.

Imagine life without air,
and fan without fare.

Imagine death without dying,
and birds without fling.

Imagine Angels without wings,
and birds that don't sing.

Can you imagine?


Thank you for that

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« Reply #130 on: 23/01/2007 09:26:12 »
Thank you Hadrian.. very much..

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« Reply #131 on: 23/01/2007 23:08:35 »
that's OK you deserve it  [:D]

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« Reply #132 on: 24/01/2007 07:40:30 »
Well, I wish there was more joy in my words.. and I am working on it...Have a great day Hadrian... Smiles to you :)

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« Reply #133 on: 24/01/2007 08:31:37 »

Rose Petals

Rest, a break, a sheltered day, a little place to hide away!
A time out, some me time, a little smile and some free time.

Protected, covered, hidden away, camoflaged behind another day.
Restless worry, endless love, joy and sadness, all of the above.

Darkness and light, are my old friends, Please help me find my way back home to you again...

Stolen moments lost in time with my heart, that I can't find..a quiet place to rest my head, no comfort in a warm soft bed...

Sweet memories of a love so true, and sweet dreams that are shared by two.. filling my eyes with tears of joy treasuring a love between a girl and a boy.

Seasons come and seasons go and friendship florishes and love still grows..take the petal from the rose, the sweetest frangrance from it flows...

And as they fall one by one they wither and dry beneath the sun, the pedals and what remains are sweet and warm like a summer rain..

The fragrance strong, still in my mind a treasure to hold through out all time...

Thus flows this joy within our hearts, and a perfect knowledge of what friendship starts.. 

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« Reply #134 on: 25/01/2007 04:30:20 »
What a fright to see such a sight...no mush in the moonlight...
whatever has happened to Dan our man?
Miss him much
oh, his dry humping is a bunch...
I won't rest until along comes the best!  Miss you dansy
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« Reply #135 on: 01/02/2007 22:48:48 »
By Civivakkiyar
(9th Century)

English version by Kamil V. Zvelebil

Silence, unmoved and rising,
Silence, unmoved and sheltering,
Silence, unmoved and permanent,
Silence, unmoved and brilliant,
Silence, broad and immense like the Ganga,
Silence, unmoved and increasing,
Silence, white and shining like the Moon,
Silence, the Essence of Siva.



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« Reply #136 on: 01/02/2007 23:40:37 »
Quality poemage is what I lack
I' ve made better imagery from my bum crack !!..LOL


QUALITY !!
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« Reply #137 on: 01/02/2007 23:43:04 »
My words are like a burger on a bridge
When eaten, it ends up as sewerage..LOL


Quality Rhyming !!
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« Reply #138 on: 02/02/2007 02:55:54 »
Sewerege indeed you say,
Your wit preceeds you in every day!

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« Reply #139 on: 02/02/2007 03:56:21 »
Look At Me

Look at me a puppet on a string, look at me I can dance and sing!

Look at me dancing 'round, look out world it's just a clown.

Look at me dancing,reeling,spining; watch out, the world is winning!

Look at me down on the floor. I've spun round,and can stand no more;

Look at me, skinned my knees, funny thing that's not what bleeds!

Look at me, just a clown, nobody knows,that I've fallen down.

Look at me, look at me, don't look too close, my tears you'll see.
 

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« Reply #140 on: 05/02/2007 04:42:15 »
A little kid she was,
with ten years of age
She woke up one April morning,
for school to leave,
She washed up her angelic face,
Brushed her little teeth,
And fixed her silky black hair
Running to her mom she asked,
"Mammy, shall I pray or eat first?"
"No sweety, prayers come first."
She prayed and for breakfast she sat.


****


The school bus horn blew outside
"Mammy, it is time to say goodbye"
She kissed her mom
Woke up her dad,
Grabbed her school bag
And with her sisters she left
She got into the bus...
As usual singing, laughing
Showing her friends the apples,
chocolate and the food she had.
The kids chattering excitedly
and whispering
About the teachers in school
The guardian and the friends
Then all of the sudden,
A tense moment of silence spread
Their mouths hanged open
And the color their face left

****

Whatís going on?"they asked"
The same bus,
They take daily for school
At the villageís exit,
With unusual speed moved
"No, No it canít be
The driver will never
Increase the speed,
We always asked him to do
And he never did!!
Why now he is?"

******

The warning came!!!!!
The bus driver desperately announced
"Little kids, in danger we are
Please sit on the floor
And with your hands grab the iron bars"
The little kids
On the floor they sat
And to the Heavens
Their humble, innocent pleas raised
Oh Gracious God,
Kids watching death with their eyes?
How it feels??
The little kid beside her sisters sat
And the few almonds in her hand she had
Gave them to her sisters to eat
How sweet you were

And it was a moment when
A loud scream struck the sky...
It woke me up from a dream
A dead and red pigeon
is in my brothersí hands?!!
And a beautiful colorful bird
In heaven stands?
The same scream...
Make her mom run to the street
And her grandma from the balcony leap
They knew nothing
But they are Mothers.
They feel!!!!!!!

****

Screams, Screams,
As thunder struck the sky
The news spread everywhere
The parents rushed to see their kids
lying under the bus with fear
All were alive but not she
Ö

Her head was beside her sisters
They are fine
But not she
Ö

All Alive
But not she
...

Life ceased there on a scene
A mother with a broken heart
How it feels?
On the street she knelt
With her daughter
On her lap, dead
God, how it feels??
These are the last moments
Her daughter can see
With running tears,
And broken heart
Embraced her kid
Close to her heart
how much she wished
she can again breathe
"Take my heart and breathe
Take my heart and say
One single word, not more, please
please...........please
"God donít take her away from me"

****

She carried her
Between her arms
on her feet
Back to the house!
Where she had the last kiss
She laid her on the little bed
And there above her head
She sat playing with her hair
"No she canít be dead"

****

She didnít want to leave her
But they did take her to a different bed
Her momís soul was ripped apart
And no one can, could or would
repair
She still visits her
Talk to her about school
And how much she misses her[

****

It had been for three years
But always feels today to me
And the best days
is when she visits
me in the dreams
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« Reply #141 on: 05/02/2007 04:47:00 »
Oh my, what a guy!
If it werent for my heart I would just sigh!
The heart betrayeth me
and my eyes won't let me see!
Just how young he is
Like the wind is his!
hehe
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« Reply #142 on: 05/02/2007 05:06:52 »
 Emma That is beautiful and so very very touching.. just beautiful like she was..
 Loretta nice..... Boardering mush I say Mush... LOL

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« Reply #143 on: 05/02/2007 06:01:50 »
shhh, don't do mush...no waysie!
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« Reply #144 on: 05/02/2007 10:09:30 »
YEAH RIGHT!! LOL I NEED MUSH MUSH MAKES ME HAPPY!!

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« Reply #145 on: 11/02/2007 09:45:29 »
lol
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« Reply #146 on: 11/02/2007 17:07:32 »
A little kid she was,
with ten years of age
She woke up one April morning,
for school to leave,
She washed up her angelic face,
Brushed her little teeth,
And fixed her silky black hair
Running to her mom she asked,
"Mammy, shall I pray or eat first?"
"No sweety, prayers come first."
She prayed and for breakfast she sat.


****


The school bus horn blew outside
"Mammy, it is time to say goodbye"
She kissed her mom
Woke up her dad,
Grabbed her school bag
And with her sisters she left
She got into the bus...
As usual singing, laughing
Showing her friends the apples,
chocolate and the food she had.
The kids chattering excitedly
and whispering
About the teachers in school
The guardian and the friends
Then all of the sudden,
A tense moment of silence spread
Their mouths hanged open
And the color their face left

****

Whatís going on?"they asked"
The same bus,
They take daily for school
At the villageís exit,
With unusual speed moved
"No, No it canít be
The driver will never
Increase the speed,
We always asked him to do
And he never did!!
Why now he is?"

******

The warning came!!!!!
The bus driver desperately announced
"Little kids, in danger we are
Please sit on the floor
And with your hands grab the iron bars"
The little kids
On the floor they sat
And to the Heavens
Their humble, innocent pleas raised
Oh Gracious God,
Kids watching death with their eyes?
How it feels??
The little kid beside her sisters sat
And the few almonds in her hand she had
Gave them to her sisters to eat
How sweet you were

And it was a moment when
A loud scream struck the sky...
It woke me up from a dream
A dead and red pigeon
is in my brothersí hands?!!
And a beautiful colorful bird
In heaven stands?
The same scream...
Make her mom run to the street
And her grandma from the balcony leap
They knew nothing
But they are Mothers.
They feel!!!!!!!

****

Screams, Screams,
As thunder struck the sky
The news spread everywhere
The parents rushed to see their kids
lying under the bus with fear
All were alive but not she
Ö

Her head was beside her sisters
They are fine
But not she
Ö

All Alive
But not she
...

Life ceased there on a scene
A mother with a broken heart
How it feels?
On the street she knelt
With her daughter
On her lap, dead
God, how it feels??
These are the last moments
Her daughter can see
With running tears,
And broken heart
Embraced her kid
Close to her heart
how much she wished
she can again breathe
"Take my heart and breathe
Take my heart and say
One single word, not more, please
please...........please
"God donít take her away from me"

****

She carried her
Between her arms
on her feet
Back to the house!
Where she had the last kiss
She laid her on the little bed
And there above her head
She sat playing with her hair
"No she canít be dead"

****

She didnít want to leave her
But they did take her to a different bed
Her momís soul was ripped apart
And no one can, could or would
repair
She still visits her
Talk to her about school
And how much she misses her[

****

It had been for three years
But always feels today to me
And the best days
is when she visits
me in the dreams
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good work i enjoyed reading it thanks

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« Reply #147 on: 12/02/2007 00:07:37 »
Poetry is something that me is well good
If my poem was dessert, my words would be rice Pud


LOL.....extreme quality !
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« Reply #148 on: 12/02/2007 00:17:35 »
Yes, Sir Yes indeed! SO GOOD you know,
we should have a feed,

Down, down, down, it will slide,
Rice pud is good when you take it inside!!

"Life is not measured by the number of Breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

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« Reply #149 on: 12/02/2007 00:21:09 »
Glad you like it Karen mam,



Custard is nice when yellow and hot
Unlike my nose filled with gooey green snot !!



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