FOR POETRY

Is the universe trying to play a joke on me?? ok, it is not that severe, but how are things just not moving my way? The planets must be out of alignment or something, because if one more thing screws up, i'm just going to go home and bury my head in the covers. i got up this morning with a pretty good feeling i was going to get a new thing. So of course, i get off the phone with gf and as i'm doing that, i'm also checking my email. They want me to send more information, so who knows how long that's going to take, what the hell?? I don't know. i just don't get it. I called my friend to tell him about my bad day and he said he was going to make some calls. Hopefully, he can find out something better so i don't have to wait another fricking 3 weeks. because with all this, i'm losing my "wow, it's friday cheery disposition" and if you want me to put a smile on my face and start singing " the sun will come out tomorrow..." , you can fo...

  A man walking along a beach was deep in prayer. Suddenly the sky clouded above his head and a booming voice said "because you have tried to be good in all ways, i will grant you one wish. The man said "build a bridge to the island there so i can drive over anytime i want. The voice said " your request is very materialistic, think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking, the supports required to reach the bottom of the ocean! The concrete and steel it would take! It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can do it, but it's hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something else". The man thought about it for a long time. Finally he said " I wish that i could understand my woman, i want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries all time, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, and how I can make a woman tr...

Autumn carpets of colors bronze and gold a delight for the senses a view to behold nature impresses us and shows us her gifts putting on a quite show helping us go with the flow so many reasons to love this season flowers still in bloom the weather is still nice as months softly slip in wishing everyone a peaceful time.

I saw someone from high school last night.. Wow, I can't believe it's been some years since I graduated. When people talk about time is going fast, they are not kidding. It has been so fun going through all of my old boxes. I've found old pictures of people; people I love, people who I now don't talk to, people whose names I can't even remember.  I've thrown a lot of it away, but i've also kept a lot of things . I found my senior will from the newspaper of my senior year and I laughed and laughed at some of the things I left . I mostly laughed because so much of it was inside jokes, and i had to remember what they meant.  Good times and good times. It's so touching to be teenager and have such fond memories of the life I've lived so far. And i must say, a large part of it was fun to share it because a lot of our old memories include each other. 

Sometimes it makes me smile, me and girlfriend, really we have so much fun together, it's really crazy. My title has something to do with us laughing and laughing for hours this past weekend. But that's that. We also have arguments that are equally nuts, but I guess that's people like to call having a passionate relationship.  We got so much done on the house this weekend, but it only feels like we're a third of the way from being done with all that we have to do. We painted 2 rooms almost all day of sunday, we got the carpet installed upstairs, keep making dump runs to throw out all the crap that is invading the garage. But i can't talk about this anymore. So, I will trip to the mountain and i'm scared how cold it's going to be there. I talked to my friend who lives there and he was telling me it will probably be in the 9 degree the week i'm out there. 9 degree??? It was 25 degrees here last night and i thought it was so cold. 

Tomorrow I go back to work. My days off are over. I slept most of the way through, but it was the right thing to do. I even got to watch today my favorite movie in the world. Yesterday was my aunt's birthday, and for some reason, "The Sound of Music" was on, so I decided to watch my movie today. I can only really watch this movie by myself because the other people in the house will never sit down to watch it. Is this weather weird, hot sometimes and other times cold? It was supposed to rain here, and luckily it wasn't. And last night's storm had passed. It woke us all up. I think I'm becoming someone else, and it's a really weird feeling. It makes me feel a little sad.

Wow that was a really long time to be without internet. finally, we got to spend some time at the mall trying to buy what we really needed, but today we actually got to hang out. and while my friend's family are eating, i came to the internet café. I don't think i'm really ready to reflect on the poverty that exists here. being in the middle of it is tough and saying that i'm lucky is an understatement. let me give it a little more thought. I and my friend are homesick. this is admittedly so, but i really assumed it would happen. we still have a week left up in this island, but maybe it will go by fast. We've spent the last couple of days here. they really are good people here and they are very kind to us. this has actually been the most relaxing because we've been running from place to place like maniacs. also, this area doesn't seem to be as hot, hustling and bustling with traffic and smog and this is a little more slow paced.  I don't even get me star...

The Laughter of the Cyclops   Released: October 1, 2010.  Book Novel by Bernard Werber The author often quotes other people, so these excerpts may not be from him. "I find television very conducive to culture. Every time someone turns it on at home, I go into the next room and read a book." "Hairdressing landscape architect" (referring to the profession of hairdresser) "Experience is the name everyone gives to the sum of their mistakes!" "The novel is the opposite, it takes the reader for a being capable of forming his own opinion. The article wants to force him to have the same opinion as the journalist, and to reinforce this effect, it uses a subterfuge: the captioned photo." "It is emptiness that creates the appreciation of fullness. For monks, one must take a vow of silence to experience the pleasure of speaking; one must fast to savor food; abstain to appreciate the power of the carnal act. It is silence that teaches us to enjoy music. ...

There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real! >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  > When the door of happiness closes, another opens; but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us. >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  >  > Don't go for looks; they...

 

I'm trying to decide if I agree with this. I think people can feel like or/and be home. To me, home is a collection of heartbeats that make you feel warm and loved, including yours. Perhaps my heartbeat is the burning hearth, while that of friends, loved ones, are like a sofa and blankets around the hearth, or like some of the firewood that makes my life, the house, warm and warmer. And some heartbeats may flow away like water, or whatever, and the house may get a bit colder, hopefully for just a short while, like some of the firewood burnt to ashes or blankets got torn but I still have the other heartbeats, including mine, around me to call home. In conclusion, we are all made up of Water. so don't love people but Love them for they are meant to be loved. But drink more water, eat more, sleep more, listen to more music, dance , fall in love with fictional characters, read more novels ... Give Yourself the best treatment because at the end of the day, you just need to be Happy,...

What would you do with 60% of  more free time? Think about the hobbies you've always wanted to try, c onsider the skills you'd like to acquire or  reflect on the causes you care about. Allocate some of this time to relaxation and personal well-being, s et goals for new activities or learning, or   incorporate time for social and family connections. Start with one or two activities so you don't feel overwhelmed, r egularly assess whether these activities bring you satisfaction, then a djust your schedule according to your preferences and needs. In my free time, I enjoy reading. When I read, I completely relax and find myself in another world. Reading books helps me develop my creativity when I write. It helps me think outside the box and use my imagination. Having free time seems like the cure for all ills, but I think too much free time could be detrimental to the health. We all need free time to perform better and take advantage of it to do things we enjoy but can't...

We sit in the shadows of our darkened living rooms, able for the space of an hour to forget ourselves and immerse in the characters we see on the TV screen. But, this particular episode imposes a sudden confrontation with the real in an universe of monsters, vampires and horror. In previous episodes, we as viewers have witnessed the character's battle with cancer and her hopeful recovery, and yet, unexpectedly, we find ourselves sitting down and suddenly, almost painfully, reminded of our ownselves when the character dies. The first thing that separates this episode from all others is its lack of music. We can also see an nonassimilable monster, a tumor, a cancer that the listening devices of the unconscious do not hear, for its strayed subject is huddled outside of the paths of desire. We do not hear a music score. Perhaps there is no music because the mother is dead. Music is associated to the mother, but the mother is dead, a thing no longer able to be desired. There is only sil...

The air is sweet tonight I just want you next to me push back everything in your past we've got a love to last I wanna be here with you under ther starry sky I'll never gonna leave you  to dream alone apart. Now that we've past the doubt true love's what we're about if we try girl you and I we can build a feeling  that will never die. The world you're showing me I never knew i nside my heart the way you stand by me  shows me how t his love can start.

 He finds soon himself totally depending on her, showering her with clothes and gifts. Embarrassed by this situation, he does nothing to change it. Love wins when she reveals to him on the new year's evening that she loves him. He attended a party made by a friend and discussed with an ambitious woman, who has shown interest in one of his projects. But when he called her to announce his departure on a trip, he learnt that she has also organized a small party. He rushed back to reassure her, and ultimately stayed at the party. Their relationship thus settles down while his work progresses. His friend is interested in her car, an antique one, for a reconstruction. A detail that everyone has ignored. By this occasion, he meets his old girlfriend again. He then agrees to collaborate with her on a project. A romance blossoms between them. When she finds out, she calls his girlfriend to reveal the secrets of her life with him. The latter discovered it , he grabs the phone and calls his g...

She realizes the enormity of her blunder, but he remains undeterred, and the little troupe finally goes to the ball, where they impress everyone with their distinction and grace. Back home, he congratulates himself  to the success of his project, with great kindness, neglecting to congratulate his main actress: the young woman. Deeply hurt, she takes refuge to the neighbors, abandons her ideas for those of the middle class, and decides to leave him. The following day, he tries to convince her to come back, but torn between her feelings for him and the prospect of possible independence, she refuses as she has refused so many things before.  He realized, as he returned home lonely, that he has finally gotten used to her. While he listens again to a record on which he had recorded her voice, she entered his office and asked for her slippers.

I love poetry because it immerses deeply in my soul. When I listen to it or read  poems, I am completely transported to another world where everything  is beautiful. If all of  our life were a poem, said by a veteran poet to his captivating beloved.  If it were as simple as poetry, as profound as poetry and as moving as poetry. Poetry says what words can not and conveys what words fail to. I love it because it is my favorite way to travel through time and space, taken  far away in poems. I can not imagine life without poetry! It would inevitably be bleak and deadly and every day would resemble to the day before. It is not just an art like any other art, nor a hobby or a talent. It is a cause, a cause as important as the importance of life and the inevitability of death. After all the destructive wars and all the extinct civilizations, we find poetry resilient to face everything. Time can not remove it, nor can disasters change it. It passed on from a generation ...

Simplistic people labeled them as deviants, but the reality is quite different. It's sometimes a departure to know oneself and at the same time to get away from everything and everyone in order to truly live and come back much more mature than before, simply because one will have had time to think better.

To assert that a love story is a missed encounter with someone, doesn't the story first have to have begun, and therefore the encounter has not been completely missed? In this case, it is not really the encounter that is missed, nor the encounter with this person, but what follows: we have not been able to make something of it. True encounters are continued encounters. The first encounter is therefore less important than the talent and ingenuity that we will be able to deploy to turn it into a story. It is only then, when at the heart of this story, we are found wanting, when we fail to understand the other or to keep our promises, that we can, I believe, speak of a missed encounter. There is no such thing as a chance, there are only encounters. It carries a dangerous implication: certain human beings are meant to meet, we would just have to leave it to fate. A missed encounter would then be a missed one with one's destiny. This is to minimize the importance of the story itself...

By default, you should keep the window shades of the plane open so your row-mates can see out the window and the miracle of human flight. People can request it closed if they want to nap and it can be lowered if the glare is intense, but otherwise, if you close it, you are ignoring how cool it is to look out of the window in an airplane. Window seat controls the shade and gets the outer armrest, middle gets both inner armrests, and the aisle gets the aisle armrest and a little extra legroom. With that said, some people are jet lagged or want some extra rest, so they close the window; the wall is nice to rest on. Some may not have actively chosen a window seat and don’t like flying/get motion sickness, so they close the window. And those who can’t be separated from their phones for more than 10 seconds, so they close the window to block the glare on their device or seatback TV. Others buy window seats for the sole purpose of looking outside. That’s the point of flying, otherwise I could...

Have you ever noticed that we are always waiting for the result of an action, an event, projected toward the future, our eyes fixed on the outcome, on the arrival, waiting for something else, for someone else, for something better, for somewhere else. I climb the mountain, thinking only of what I will see from the summit. I hurry to read the book to find out more, to know what happens next, always what happens next, always going further. I ask myself: "How does it end?" I wait for the train, I don't live. I'm tense toward the train's arrival, my neck craned toward the bend where it will appear. "Is it coming? " And of course, once on the train, I can't wait to get there! At work, I wait for breaks, the end of the day, the weekend, vacations, retirement. "When I've met my soulmate...", "Ah, if only I were free", "When I have money", "When I've moved",  "When I have time"... or else it's ...

So, they sent another hero to follow her. Well, he would try. This one was quieter than the last one. He negotiated the twists and turns of the cave without the slightest tinkle. "So, is he coming?" she whispered. "Almost there," said a faint voice just behind her head. "I can see the tip of his shadow," said another. Her gaze returned to the stone man in front of her. His body hunched, as if ready to leap, one arm raised, a protective gesture that had proved useless. Another adventurer, frozen forever. She still wished that one of them would prove different.  This new adversary approaching, would he speak first? Would he take the time to announce himself, to explain his intrusion, to make sure he was here for right reasons? She turned her back and waited. A tiny snake's head rose in front of her face. "I saw a shoulder," the reptile said in its reptilian voice. "Strong. Tanned." "Like all the others," she sighed. "An...

  A while ago, I found myself abroad for a short while. Well, a short while, so to speak, given the price of the square meter, but hey, let's just say I spent a while there, a long enough time, in any case, to have know what everyone else in the world knows, even some tourists, namely that I know everything about this country, and even its neighboring countries: I can talk about it for hours, people listen to me, since I've been there. And as you probably also know, it's not always easy to make friends in another country and to walk on their lawn one day, especially since after crossing the threshold of their house, you still have to face lunch or dinner, which, for them, is normal, is no small feat and requires a lot of moral strength, courage, and politeness, the latter not being the most widely shared thing in the world here. With foreigners, it's a little more difficult, but I still managed to make friends, stay assured. What was the topic that fueled every conversa...

There is a mistake in thinking that times are passing. No, time never passes. The time is there. It's you who passes. You don't lose time. Time is endless. You lose yourself and you have one end. It's you who grow old and die, not  the time. Make a better use of your life before your expiration. And one of the worst  things chosen to do with the times, is  to compare yourself to others. A cow eats herbs, but a dog eats meat. Never compare yourself to others, live your life. Concentrate on your inspiration and talents and meet new people. The Lion and the Shark are professional hunters, but a Lion can not be driven into the ocean and a Shark can not be driven into the jungle. A lion can not chase into the ocean,  and a shark can not chase into the jungle. The two have their own predilection where they are unbeatable. If a flower feels sweet , it  can not mean that the flower can serve to make a good meal. Don't compare yourself to others. You as much as your own ...

Finally, after several weekends of rain, we are back to our beloved green nature, the paths of Spring. The trees have developed but still closed buds, the little flowers are already showing off in the meadows, under the woods, among the rocks.  They grow in bunches showing off their bright colors.  The lower petal looks like the wings of a colorful insect, and the center of the flower is its head. And some people still say that plants are not clever! Instead, many university studies have shown that plants adapt easily to their environments, create defenses and are sensitive to music and positive moods, such as the light. A plant stretched out to embrace the device from which the music came out, but then, if you put heavy music, it retracted and dried up. Trees are mighty wise but seedlings and flowers are delicate little beings. Do you know that a dry plant is an excellent skin purifier, used for many skin problems and also a cough sedative?  Plants are generous little be...

Telling a secret can be transformative; it can change  our relationship with people we know, and even  those we will never meet. More than once I have watched  strangers inspired by a shared secret self-organize  into purposeful communities of kindness. One of those stories began some years ago  when I pulled from my mailbox a postcard  of smiling friends  made by  a photograph.  The words taped to the photo read “ I finally got the pictures developed and I’d love to give them to you”.  I shared the secret with my web friends hoping someone would recognize one of the young people at the table and we could return all the photos to them.  Messages poured in that week from my friends  but no one was able to identify anyone in the picture. However, one of the messages came from a student,  who was inspired to do more. Believing that everyday  people can sometimes make a worldwide impact on  the web with a good i...

For some people, life is an authentic , where suffering is constant;  as if life weren't enough, we have these intellect guys who only think to themselves and forget about the other people . I often think that true persons are on the verge of extinction and we don't need to look far to see this;  right everywhere in life, we have had persons, from left to right, who think only to their interests. Where are the good people, the kind ones? I can't find them, no matter how hard I look. Many talkings on TV about this, my friends, I do not watch so as not to get irritated; will it be the result of the times? It must be, therefore, if we think about it, the people have also lost their sense of ethics because they continue to follow the bad ways, sweeping seriousness, no transparency and no respect for others. Proof of this is the case of us, who look everywhere to find the good manners, the right behaviours that existed before. How important is this to us? I do not know, we will ...