Monday, November 7, 2011

Read this Article if You Are Not Afraid of Bird Flu

Are you tired of being in Fear of this or that or what ever it is today? Are you tired of the BS and Hokum from the folks who brought us Y2K?

Are you sitting down and watching too much TV until your rear is sore? Are you simply fed up with the prospect of Nuclear War?

Does the thought of Communism no longer get you down? Are you to the point you are certain it will always be around?

Are you tired of looking for OBL in some remote cave they say he does dwell? Are you sure he is on our payroll and want to tell them all to go to Hell?

This Comet, which is certain to hit the Earth and kill us all? The one that never comes, forget that noise I am going shopping, be at the mall!

Are you tired of hearing about fictitious political scandal? Those people in D.C. it seems that they will ne ver get a handle.

Is International Terrorism really real you ask yourself now? My god you turn on the TV and the mass media is in complete hysteria having a cow.

Its the Economy stupid it is crumbling all around? Yet every time you look out you see, expansion, business as usual and the jobs abound?

Are we suppose to live in Fear for Fear sake? Are you wondering now why you are becoming immune to it all, catastrophes of Earthquakes and you dont even shake?

The Hurricane Season broke all records, Super Storms are real? Are you worried about disruption of power, supplies and where you will get your next meal?

This Fear we must be afraid the disease is coming we are all going to die? Well, thats nice but how can you prove to us that Bird Flu is not just another lie?

Lance Winslow


Author:: Lance Winslow
Keywords:: nuclear war, international terrorism, bird flu, Communism, Hell, political scandal, Economy, Fear
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Fantasy/Controversy or My Reality: Captivates

Fantasy/Controversy or My Reality: a collection of Poetic writing that comes from the heArt. Written by a Mother as her own escape from her chore filled day, the Anthology is very riveting and it makes you contemplate.

After expressing my own thoughts I was able to relax and get clarity and appreciate my life in this fun way. As the author, I must confess that ever time I read this Book, I find a new jewel in it. I would like for readers to find some satisfaction and lose all their cares about the things that they regret in life from reading my Book.

Designed to put the pep back into your step and a zing to remove anything that's distressing, this Anthology will make your day. Through the captivating verses you will be inspired and motivated. These heArt felt Poems are about the good, the bad, the happy and the sad with an up lifting twist. Clearly written for all to understand, this expressive Literature was meant for everyone. If you are in need of an encou ragment; order your copy today on line.

Diginity: one of the 150 poem featured in Fantasy/Controversy or My Reality:

Dignity

As another day dawns,
As life triumphantly moves on,
As the sun brilliantly brings forth
Light to our eyes and warmth for our face,
We as a people with courage embrace
Our challenges with honor, not disgrace.

For it is not what we do, it's how we do it!
It is not what we say, but how we say it!
It is not where we are from, its our destination!
It is not how we look, but how we see ourselves!

It is about dignity, self-respect and pride,
That makes us lift our heads up high,
Refusing to surrender, when attacked from every side.

For more information about this Book and the author visit her web-site at http://home.eArthlink.net/~rgarnes/

Ruth Andrews Garnes was born in Belize the second of six Children. She moved to New York City at age eighteen. After studying nursing she worked in the emergency room in Bellevue Hospital. She currently resides with her husband and seven Children in the Houston Texas area. Having always had a heArt for hurting Children she adopted four sisters. Through her writings she hopes to be able to make a difference to hurting Children everywhere by giving a voice to their struggles.


Author:: Ruth Garnes
Keywords:: Encouragement,Poetry,Poetic,Anthology,Poems,Book,Family,Mother,Fantasy,Reality,Literature,Art,Child
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The Threads That Bind Us (Poem)

The silver needle finally acquiesced to the probing black thread.
Do all parents go through this, I ask myself.
The object of today's battleground lies crumpled upon my lap;
A day old winter jacket already looking shabby,
Scarred through carelessness. Squinting at black fabric,
I concentrate on repairing the gaping, saw toothed pocket.

What had been a pleasant enough day was now marred
By the blazing argument between mother and son.
Falling tears catch the lamplight, rolling then
Splash landing on shiny dampened material.
We no longer share laughter, jUst angry words it seems.
I paUse mid-stitch, an awful thought striking me...
Does he hate me?

It doesn't seem so long ago that he was a happy soul
Before hormones and homework engulfed him.
The battle had ended hours ago in slamming doors
Only to be replaced with a thick, sullen silence
Seeping from his Usually noisy room,
Cloaking the very air th at I breathed.

A soft knock announced his arrival. He slips quietly into the room.
For the briefest second, I marvel at this awkward man boy
Almost filling the door frame. I daren't raise my head too high.
He shall not witness my tears, not now, not ever.
Never show weakness in battle, even if you feel it.
He shuffles his feet. I gather myself in readiness for round two.

Yes? I say stiffly. Sorry, Mum... he mutters,
Leaning forward quickly to kiss the top of my bent head.
I am so stunned that I cannot respond immediately
Nor even realise that it would be too late anyway.
He's retreated already to his own domain.

Then a funny thing happened.

In amongst all the confUsion,
In that single glorioUsly precioUs moment,
I know suddenly-I know- that no matter what,
No matter how many times we fight and argue,
We still, and always will, have love.

A torn pocket I can replace.
My son, I cannot.

A note from the author, Kay Elizabeth: The Threads That Bind Us captures something that really happened between my son and I. It probably seems such a small thing to those reading it, but its impact on me was huge at a time when I felt that I had lost the boy I knew and our connection forever. I wrote this poem in remembrance of that night.

Kay Elizabeth enjoys dabbling in Writing, meeting new people in chat and discUssing ideas on life, love and everything. She spends her waking hours working alongside her hUsband at The Megaphone Broadcasting System, http://www.themegaphone.net

The Megaphone Community is all about bringing back the old style HTML chat rooms in an ad free environment and enjoying a few laughs along the way. All are welcome! She is especially glad to see fellow writers, both published and unpublished, come along and share their work and tips at the Writers Corner on the forum.


Author:: Kay Elizabeth
Keywords:: Poetry, Threads, Bi nd, Us, mother-son relationships, Writing, Sharing, Moments,
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Peruvian Poems/in Spanish & English ((while in Transition/three)(678))

6)The Mad Earth (In Lima, Peru 11:45 PM)

I was looking for a book to read
In my library, 11:45 PMThursday,
When the mad earth, like a train

Came, camea little roar: the
Earth trembled, then trembled more.
It was, was my first earthquake!
It came like a train, then was gone;
Like the end, very end of a song

and I stood in the archway of my
Library: amazed ((with my wife)), that
Something, someplace, fathoms below,
Made the earth shake: shake its
Foundations, right through the sea,
The planet crustto us!...

#895 Note: at the time of the Earthquake, I was looking for a book by ERB, The Mad King and the first roar of the quake, was light, the second was a bit thicker, and the third was a roar, with a shakeamazing. Dennis

Spanish Version Translated by Rosa Pealoza

La Tierra Loca (En Lima, Per 11:45 de la noche)

Estaba buscando un libro para leer En mi biblioteca, 11:45 de la nocheera jueves, Cuando la tierra loca, como un tren

Vino, vinoun rugido pequeo: la Tierra tembl, despus tembl ms. Fue, fue mi primer temblor! Este vino como un tren, luego se fue; Como el final, el final de una cancin

y yo estuve de pie en el arco de la puerta mi Biblioteca: asombrado ((con mi esposa)), que Algo, en algn sitio, brazas subterrneas, Hicieron temblar a la tierra: sacudir sus Fundaciones: directamente por la Corteza del Planeta, el mara nosotros!...

# 895 Nota: en el momento del temblor, estaba buscando un libro por ERB, El Rey Loco y el primer rugido del temblor, fue ligero, suave, el segundo fue un poco ms fuerte, y el tercio fue un rugido, con una a sacudida-- asombroso. Dennis.

7)My Favorite Caf
(October, Guinea Pig))Downtown Lima, Peru))

The coffee is great at the Favorite Caf,
And Juan has just shown me two guinea pigs!
Two fat ones to eat next week:
I have 3,000, he says

(some place) I wonder
if he want s me to eat them every day,
in every wayfor the rest of my vacation?

(all 45days)
I think Ill have one, and
The coffee will dothe Guinea Pig, barbecued!

#893 10/13/2005 (dedicated to Juan at the Favorite Caf, Lima, Peru)

Versin en espaol
Traducido por Rosa Pealoza

Mi Caf Favorito
(Octubre, Cuy))Centro de Lima, Per))

El caf es grande en el caf La Favorita,
y justo Juan acaba de mostrarme doscuyes!
Dos gordos para comer la prxima semana:
Tengo 3,000, l dice

(en algn lugar) me pregunto
si l quiere que yo los coma cada da,
de cada modopor el resto de mis vacaciones?

(todos los 45 das)
pienso que tendr una, y
el caf harbarbacoa de cuy !

# 893 13 de octubre del 2005 (dedicado a Juan en el caf La Favorita, en Lima, Per)

8)The Tale of an Ole Pachacamac Ghoul (In Lima, Peru)

Once before, and under the sun
I was handsome, and oh so young
It was not gold that made me a ghoul
Nor riches of a city, that made me despair

It was, it was the dark nurture from the deep,
Who glimpsed upon me during sleep,
Asleep upon my dream-shaped bed,
Leonardo, the demon came and fed.

The spirits, shadows, shapes and ghouls,
The ancient gods from near and far
Gigantic forms, far and near;
All, they alltrampled like goats to be here.

(To celebrate my transformation.)

Dear, oh dear!here they are!
Im afraidafraid to whisper now
They dwell around me, make no sound
It is that, they have eaten melike a cow!

They come in swarms, from far and near
They gnaw upon my every flaccid limb
And shatter my bones, like loose wooden twigs
The ghosts and ghouls from ole Pachacamac

(and here now is where I live).

Note: Pachacamac is an archeological site inside the south of Lima, Peru; the city is spread out like the wings of a condor: long and wide. It is an Inca site, from 15th cent ury. #895 10/12/2005

See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com


Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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Oh! What a Joy!

Our Neighbours name is Joy
And what an appropriate name
Shes lovely, Kind and Helpful
A true lady - yes, a dame.

We have so much in common
And we get on really well
A blossoming long-term Friendship
Of this you can really tell.

Weve been Neighbours just a short while
But in that time I have seen
What a Wonderful person Joy
To all folk, she has been.

I could pop next door for a cuppa
Any time Im feeling low
We would sit and talk a while
And my sad mood soon would go.

She always has a Kind word
And really cheers my day
She tells me how nice I look;
These little things go a long way.


Lets hope we will be Neighbours
For a long time yet to come
And as our Friendship deepens
Well have a lot more fun.

So what better day to say this
On this her Birthday
Joy, you are a true delight
In every single way.

I have been writing poetry for many years and regularly have it published in print. My poetry is published by Forward Press and in many other publications. So I'm now putting my poetry online. I publish my poetry on my Blog jo-hale-poetry at jo-hale-poetry.blogspot.com/ and on 8hop.com My poetry on 8hop.com. I also have information about my poetry at www.squidoo.com/jo-hale-poetry. I'm married to my husband Peter. I was born in May 1970 and am a Taurean star sign.


Author:: Joanne Hale
Keywords:: Birthday, Tribute, Joy, Friendship, Neighbours, Wonderful, Kindness, Cheerful, Kind, Helpful, Friend
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Sunday, November 6, 2011

An Ancient Tale of Separation Longing and Loss: "Changgan Memories" Revisited

In an epic poem that marks the passage of time with the changing of the seasons, Li Bai, the celebrated Chinese poet, describes the union of a young teenage couple amidst the great bucolic splendor of historic Changgan county.

In this vintage poem, Changgan Memories, Li Bai speaks through the voice of a beautiful young woman, yearning for her distant lover. In a brilliant description of heart wrenching adolescent emotion, he writes,

When my first hair began to cover my head,
I picked and played with flowers at the gate.

Then you came riding on a bamboo horse*.
You circled the trail; playing with green plumbs.

We lived together, here, in Changgan.
Two little children without even a misgiving.

Then when I was fourteen I became your wife.
I was so shy my face remained closed.

But I bowed my head before the shadowed wall,
and called y ou one thousand times, yet I never turned, not even once.

At fifteen I began to lift my brows, and wished to be with you
as dust is with ashes.

Yet you always kept your massive pillar faith**.
I had no reason to climb to look for you upon any hill.

But when I was sixteen you went far far away....
to Yandui in the Qutong gorge.

You should not have risked the dangerous floods that come in May.

And now as the sad monkeys cry in the sky, my pacing has left a mark before the gate.

And little by little the green grass has grown.

The moss is much to deep to just push away.

And as leaves fall in early autumn winds; in August the butterflies are yellow.
A pair of them flies over the grass in the western garden. I feel that they are damaging my heart.

My face now grows sad red and old.

When you come down the river, send a letter to to your home.
We'll go to meet each other however far.

I'l l come to meet you at Changfengsha.


A Contemporary Reading of Events

In a bittersweet story of a young girls' adolescence, this poem demonstrates the poets' great ability to describe the kind of deep genuine emotion that can cut straight to the bone.

Brimming with playful heartfelt imagery and filled with rugged rustic scenes, its real value may lie in the human drama that may, like the woman in the poem, encourage us to call into question the foundations upon which our very existence is built.

A Massive Pillar Faith

In a tale that calls to mind the spiritual dimensions of a young womans' first love, we find a girl awakened by the opening of her heart and soul. Tragically however, this wonderful feeling soon begins to fade away.

Overwhelmed by an emptiness that threatens to ravish her very soul, she searches onward. But her yearning is followed by pain; a tragic mournful loss.

Yet in the end she continues to beckon. But on ly the poet knows if her true love will ever come to return.

And Now the Sad Monkeys Cry

In a scene in which monkeys are said to be crying in the sky, the young girl is immersed in her desperate longing and pain. She cries out, but no one can really hear her.

And little by little the green grass continues to grow. But the moss is now much too deep to just push away.

My Face Grows Sad Red and Old

In a doleful state of sorrow, the young woman must cope with an array of emotion for which she has been sadly, quite ill prepared for. Faced with the prospect of a life of loneliness, racing thoughts and endless ruminations begin to trouble her mind. And tragically, they begin to take their toll.

The sad mournful woman cries, As leaves fall in early autumn winds; in August the butterflies are yellow.... I feel that they are damaging my heart.

When You Come to the River Send a Letter to Your Home

Yet in a demonstration of hope she look s inward. Hoping to find a dream that will rekindle her steadfast faith, she says When you come to the river send a letter to your home. We'll go to meet each other however far.

I'll come up to meet you at Changfengsha.

A Foregone Conclusion

Yet the ultimate fate of our lovely young lady is certainly for us to question.

Will her heroic husband return?

Is she destined to live alone?

Or will she be lost in a sea of bitterness, or like the beautiful butterflies, learn to fly gradually, up above?

..... For only she and the poet, will ever really come to know.

Footnotes:

* a bamboo horse is a bamboo cane used as a toy horse

** a massive pillar faith is a term from a traditional Chinese story. In this story a man arranged to meet his lover by the pillar of a bridge. When the river waters rose, he continued to clutch the pillar awaiting her return. Ultimately however he drowned as he waited.

Gerald Marchewka is an A merican freelance writer currently residing in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia. Gerald Marchewka can be reached at geraldmarchewka@yahoo.com.


Author:: Gerald Marchewka
Keywords:: Poetry, China, Buddhism, Taoism, Philosophy, Confucianism, Tang Dynasty, Li Bai, Li Po, Literature
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A Single Night in the Lonely Life of a Great Romantic Poet

Perhaps there is nothing, ... like a gleaming Moon on a dark Night,
in the ordinary life of a great romantic poet.

In Thoughts on a Still Night, Li Bai the renowned Tang Dynasty poet, once again, captures a magic moment on a single Night during his legendary life upon the road.

In a dreamy description of the Moon, the heavens, and all that may exist far beyond the furthest cloud, he writes,

Before my bed the Moon is shining bright,

I think that there is frost upon the ground,

I raise my head and think of the bright Moon,

Then I lower my head and think of home.

A magic moment in time

In another brilliant poem, Li Bai describes two conflicting forces that would appear to color the conflicting thoughts that exist within much of his Poetry.

As he gazes t oward the Moon he experiences an insatiable search for the excitement and adventure of the vast unknown.

But at the same time, he experiences an underlying desire for the comfort and stability of home.

And like other conflicts that may be deeply rooted within his Poetry, his remarkable dilemma is marked by a compelling need to transcend the limits of his own earthly existence. Yet he also experiences an equally compelling need to quell any disconcerting thoughts that would impinge upon the quality of his daily life here on earth.

Like feint voices that whisper in the wind, these disconcerting thoughts are an unsettling reminder of the cold realities that he will surely encounter in his ventures into the great unknown.

Separating myth from reality

As we reflect upon the poets' thoughts and their relation to his work, it is interesting to note that many of his legendary jaunts across the vast Chinese countryside occurred in response to two seeming ly irreconcilable forces.

Li Bai traveled not only for poetic inspiration, he also sought the patronage of powerful individuals in the prestigious Tang Dynasty court.

But unlike other young men who attempted to secure patronage with severe self deprecating remarks, Li Bai's letters revealed grandeur posturing, narcissistic tendencies and a very pronounced flair for melodrama.

These letters, written to powerful members of the court, revealed personality traits that were also prevalent in much of his Poetry as well.

Poetry and politics

As we consider the significance of these unique personality traits and their impact upon his initial ascent to power, we find that just a few years after he was appointed to the prestigious Tang Dynasty court, he left his position.

In reference to this important event, historical archives indicate that in 742 A.D., at the age of forty two, Li Bai was introduced to Emperor Xuanzong.

Emperor Xuanzong, impressed by the poets' considerable literary talents appointed Li Bai to the Hanlin Academy. Founded in the eighth century during the Song Dynasty, the prestigious institute provided secretarial services, Poetry, literature and other forms of writing for members of the imperial court.

The details surrounding Li Bai's departure from the prestigious institute are however less certain. Some reports indicate a dismissal for some unknown discretion. Other reports indicate a voluntary departure to fulfill the poets' ongoing need for excitement and adventure.

The meaning and significance of home

A thorough assessment of Li Bai's travels, a topic of extensive research, has however, yet to be discussed in full. And while an abundance of stories on various topics do exist, they often focus upon the poets' personal character, portraying him as a free spirited, hard drinking man often at the center of considerable controversy.

And while most reports have endeared him to the general public, some of Li Bai's less desirable traits have on occasion, even received some attention as well.

Considering his outspoken character, disdain for convention, and unbridled imagination, it would be hard not to imagine acerbic critics disparaging his work.

Yet as the interpretation of Poetry in China, and the arts in general, were subject to the dictates of socialist realism throughout much of the 20th century, interpretations of Li Bai's work were often nonexistent.

It is also interesting to note that on at least one occasion, Li Bai was described as a great friend of the people, while Du Fu his counterpart, quite surprisingly, a lowly outcast.

The unique insights of a seasoned traveler

From a contemporary perspective, the extent to which Li Bai's work is influenced by the artists unique poetic hyperbole, or the obscure and arcane Taoist imagery of his day, is an issue that deserves careful attention.

The fact remains however, Li Bai's references to heaven are connected to his own unique perceptions about himself, his position and his place.

When Li Bai expresses his need to venture far beyond the confines of the earth, he is in reality, demanding full recognition of his proper place in heaven.

And as he uses his supreme talent to create wings to fly to the heavens, he gratifies a soul for which human desire seems to have no end.

A lesson in Chinese history

As we consider the significance of Li Ba's Poetry, in some respects, it is possible to argue that he like other highly gifted poets of his generation, was greatly influenced by the h istorical and social developments of his day.

During the High Tang Dynasty period for example, as medieval Europe was adjusting to the great fall of the Roman Empire, Chinese civilization was experiencing a tremendous renaissance.

And at the time of Li Bai's travels, Poetry was a major cultural activity for many of the nations' governing elite. By the end of the era more than fifty thousand poems were produced, written by more than two thousand three hundred poets.

Among the most famous poets of this era are Gao Shi, who wrote about the wretched condition of China's poor, and Meng Horan, who focused upon the natural beauty of China's landscapes.

Of these High Tang Dynasty poets, Du Fu, a personal friend of Li Bai, was also considered one of the great Chinese poets. Du Fu's style was however, quite different from his occasional travel partner Li Bai.

Steeped in the philosophical precepts of the Confucian classics, Du Fu could be described as a humanist. His greatest attributes were perhaps, his attention to historical detail and his pronounced hostility to war.

Yet both of these poets, Li Bai and Du Fu, have left an indelible mark on Chinese culture and the manner in which Chinese Poetry is construed. It is also interesting to consider that some people have suggested that Du Fu may have been a follower of Nestorian Christianity, an ancient sect that argued that the human and divine aspects of Jesus Christ were separate rather than unified.

Gerald Marchewka is an American freelance writer currenly residing in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia. Gerald Marchewka may be contacted at geraldma rchewka@yahoo.com


Author:: Gerald Marchewka
Keywords:: Poetry, China, Li Bai, Taoism, Confucianism, Philosophy, Ying Yang, Mongolia, Moon, Night, Tang,
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