Season of Advent
Expectant hearts prepare to
Celebrate His birth
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
I am Disgusted
Black Friday madness
A man was trampled to death
I am disgusted
So, a man is trampled to death at a Wal-Mart by a herd of greedy shoppers rampaging to get in the front door. The poor guy was working there and trying to open the doors to let the mob in. They push him down - I heard they even knocked down the glass doors on top of him - and trampled over him. He died. It's disgusting. A human life is worth more than any freaking item contained in that store - and by accounts I heard on the news, nobody stopped to help him. I am sickened by this.
A man was trampled to death
I am disgusted
So, a man is trampled to death at a Wal-Mart by a herd of greedy shoppers rampaging to get in the front door. The poor guy was working there and trying to open the doors to let the mob in. They push him down - I heard they even knocked down the glass doors on top of him - and trampled over him. He died. It's disgusting. A human life is worth more than any freaking item contained in that store - and by accounts I heard on the news, nobody stopped to help him. I am sickened by this.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Cold Dog
Shivering . . . shaking . . .
Poor, little doggy wakes me.
He is so very cold.
Big E is very cold lately. It has been below normal down here in Florida, but we haven't turned on the heat at night. So, Big E is cold. I bought him a couple of doggy shirts to wear - cheaper than a higher electric bill!
Poor, little doggy wakes me.
He is so very cold.
Big E is very cold lately. It has been below normal down here in Florida, but we haven't turned on the heat at night. So, Big E is cold. I bought him a couple of doggy shirts to wear - cheaper than a higher electric bill!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Should I Call in Sick?
Monday morning blahs . . .
Don't want to get out of bed.
Should I call in sick?
I didn't call in sick . . . but it was tempting!
Don't want to get out of bed.
Should I call in sick?
I didn't call in sick . . . but it was tempting!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Faceless History
A long time ago
I was born only to die
And be forgotten
I was just thinking about history and the random people in it whom you will never hear about. Only the famous stand outs make it into the text books. Yet without those faceless peeps, would these stand outs even exist?
I was born only to die
And be forgotten
I was just thinking about history and the random people in it whom you will never hear about. Only the famous stand outs make it into the text books. Yet without those faceless peeps, would these stand outs even exist?
Labels:
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haiku,
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Randomness,
Textbook
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
It's World Hello Day
Hello World, Hello!
I greet you with pleasant smile
And a cheery wave
just my seventeen syllables in honor of World Hello Day
I greet you with pleasant smile
And a cheery wave
just my seventeen syllables in honor of World Hello Day
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Global Warming, Huh?
Global warming, huh?
If the planet is so hot,
Why's it so cold now?
I live in Central Florida, and it's freaking freezing this week. It is below normal for this time of year, and there just happens to be a global warming conference in our area. Ironic timing, huh?
If the planet is so hot,
Why's it so cold now?
I live in Central Florida, and it's freaking freezing this week. It is below normal for this time of year, and there just happens to be a global warming conference in our area. Ironic timing, huh?
Labels:
Activism,
Central Florida,
Climate change,
Environment,
Global warming,
haiku,
Opposing Views,
poem,
poetry
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Bob Dylan
Lyricist . . . poet . . .
A jingle, jangle genius.
A folk rock hero.
I was listening to Mr. Tambourine Man today by Bob Dylan. That dude has a way with words. Even if you aren't a fan of his voice, you have to admire his ability to craft a memorable, beautiful lyric.
A jingle, jangle genius.
A folk rock hero.
I was listening to Mr. Tambourine Man today by Bob Dylan. That dude has a way with words. Even if you aren't a fan of his voice, you have to admire his ability to craft a memorable, beautiful lyric.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Evil Alarm Clock
Evil alarm clock:
"Screech! Screech! Screech! Screech!" taunting me.
Clock, I hate you so.
"Screech! Screech! Screech! Screech!" taunting me.
Clock, I hate you so.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Without
Bird without a song
Day without the sunshine's warmth
Life without friendship
Aren't friends wonderful to have in your life?
Day without the sunshine's warmth
Life without friendship
Aren't friends wonderful to have in your life?
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daily,
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sun,
sunshine,
warmth
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Thoughts From My Father on Veteran's Day
You may not know this
The hardest part of war was
Leaving you behind
I gave my dad a Veteran's Day card to thank him for his service. He was drafted and had to go to Vietnam while was still quite young . . . barely a few years old, I guess. He shared the above thoughts with me. It twisted me up a bit inside. I am glad he came back - I couldn't imagine growing up without him (or my sisters, who would not exist if he had not come back!).
The hardest part of war was
Leaving you behind
I gave my dad a Veteran's Day card to thank him for his service. He was drafted and had to go to Vietnam while was still quite young . . . barely a few years old, I guess. He shared the above thoughts with me. It twisted me up a bit inside. I am glad he came back - I couldn't imagine growing up without him (or my sisters, who would not exist if he had not come back!).
Labels:
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november 11,
poem,
veteran's day,
vietnam
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Cheetah Behind Bars
A chimpanzee dreams
His movie-star days long gone
Cheetah behind bars
One of the original Cheetah's from the 1930s Tarzan flicks with Johnny Weismuller is still alive and well (I guess) at the Suncoast Primate Sanctuary in Palm Harbor, Florida. While I do believe he is well cared for and that the sanctuary does do noble work, I still feel sorry for the dude. He looked so lonely. I guess you can accuse me of anthropomorphosizing him, but I think chimps do share a lot of our emotions. Maybe on a more primitive level, but they still feel and socialize.
If you would like to donate to the sanctuary to help pay for Cheetah's care, please visit http://www.suncoastprimate.org/cheetahbio.html.
His movie-star days long gone
Cheetah behind bars
One of the original Cheetah's from the 1930s Tarzan flicks with Johnny Weismuller is still alive and well (I guess) at the Suncoast Primate Sanctuary in Palm Harbor, Florida. While I do believe he is well cared for and that the sanctuary does do noble work, I still feel sorry for the dude. He looked so lonely. I guess you can accuse me of anthropomorphosizing him, but I think chimps do share a lot of our emotions. Maybe on a more primitive level, but they still feel and socialize.
If you would like to donate to the sanctuary to help pay for Cheetah's care, please visit http://www.suncoastprimate.org/cheetahbio.html.
Labels:
Cheetah,
chimpanzee,
daily,
haiku,
Johnny Weismuller,
loneliness,
poem,
sorrow,
Suncoast Primate Sanctuary,
Tarzan
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