bene factum, Amice, bene factum.
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texentes subtilia malum per tempus ante et retro,
infidelissimae mei mansiones suas,
mea turpíssimam cladibus,
mea ebrius et victor ipsi consiliis removisset,
tot itinera qui loca ignota,
steterunt coram mea,
simum videtur non est finis,
numquam velut vespertinam iustum non oculis nostris,
nunquam Sole, quod dissolubilis amplexatus,
umquam in curiositatibus stamni,
ceteraque tuas aut meas.
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texentes subtilia malum per tempus ante et retro,
infidelissimae mei mansiones suas,
mea turpíssimam cladibus,
mea ebrius et victor ipsi consiliis removisset,
tot itinera qui loca ignota,
steterunt coram mea,
simum videtur non est finis,
numquam velut vespertinam iustum non oculis nostris,
nunquam Sole, quod dissolubilis amplexatus,
umquam in curiositatibus stamni,
ceteraque tuas aut meas.
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today marks the last day of april; and with this third post - poem number thirty. before sharing my last piece for NaPoWriMo 2015, i would like to take a moment to thank you. my writing over the past year and half has been stuttered and stagnant as i tried once more to find the essence of my pen. i am not sure that i am on firmer ground as many times the words were beaten and ripped one painful syllable at a time; but i will say that i have written steadily for 30-days, and that in and of itself is a massive achievement. thank you for walking with me while i attempted this challenge. many of you have taken precious moments of your day to peruse my words and for that i am ever grateful. a very special thank you to p and k for keeping me going…
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Let’s design a world
where we can only eat
after we’ve fed someone
we do not know who
is hungry.
Then we can not buy
anything–clothes, and all
until we give the same
to someone in need.
Each day we must go
out and look for people
in need, knowing our desires
are fulfilled by
helping others.
To sweeten the task
let’s receive a burst
of pure love energy
each time we do
an act of kindness
a feeling more wonderful
than we could have
ever imagined.
This is not an impossible
dream, Dear Ones. A loving
world is as close as
your desire to make it so.
Magical, indeed.
I am so delighted that my friend Erika Kind agreed to do a guest post for me. I have read and enjoyed hearing of the wonderful, warm relationship she had with her grandfather. Wouldn’t it be a wonderful world if we all had a person with whom we share unconditional love and the bond that is never broken?
Grandpa and I
My grandfather was born 1927 as the only child of his parents. As far as I know he had a happy childhood. But his good times ended before he was even 20 years old when he was conscripted for WW II. He often told us about the war, his struggles in captivity and starving till he was just skin and bones. My grandfather was Austrian. After Hitler invaded Austria they had to fight for Germany. At the end of the war when all the horrible facts were revealed to the general public, he was shocked to…
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Dear readers,
Here is the first part of an article 6 on the series Sherley Sherly, entitled: Trapped in the Think up Zen
Here is an extract:
The meeting between Kitty Bloom and Yann Cunningham promised tough. The young woman had need of his services. She had worn her charm and he had dark, had fallen in love with her, and she had betrayed her.
She had cried wolf. He rushed and was caught in a trap. Now she began again and this time, the danger was imminent for her. How would she be able to cope? She had deceived the group and had infiltrated (…) She had slipped through the pipes by unscrewing a panel. She was trapped in a place where no one had the right to enter.
The complex had been strengthened. We had told him not to enter where she had not been invited. His curiosity…
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I slip into my dreams
They easily overtake
Taking me anywhere but here
Walking through the woods at midnight
Dipping a toe in a periwinkle pool
Skimming stones down some forgotten shore
All is silent except the sound of my breathing
I stare at my reflection
How did I get here?
Why the need to withdraw?
Who I am?
Dreams can become real
Questions will need answers
I slip back into reality
For I’ll never be able to escape myself
georgeforfun 