Bring me my saffron robe. Today I will match my colour with everybody.

Rabindranath Tagore


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Anne M Jennings
Natalie Vennun,
Confessions
Louisiana
Paris Stocks
Richard McKane Russian Christmas
Marti Blanch
Paramahansa Yogananda
Leanne Morcom Our Night
Mystical Nature's Theater
Ethan Dent Stranded on Death Row
Shawn Richards Cat Fight
Moi Tayler Seasons of my Heart
Kim Carolyn Olds
Xanthe Stokell Andrew sleeping
Swami Vivekananda
April Whitney Eyes as big as the moon.
Anita Azzu Lines on eternity
Sharry Smith Mother moon
Vanessa Anne Towers Peltier
Happy first time
Emotional surrender
Giovanni Greco There is a point
Andrew Carnegie Aim high
Life's battles Anonymous bons mots sent by Mickey Doodle.
Natural success John Luther, sent by Mickey Doodle.
Sunrise Jessica C. Van Benthuysen
A crooked rose Gary Lawrence
Keeping love aliveOgden Nash, sent by Mickey Doodle.
Heading South Chris Angell.
Hummingbird FlyVanessa Anne Peltier
That summer night Amanda Pierson
Forever Cynthia Anderson
An angel on earth Tina Young
The anchor of his love Vanessa Anne Peltier
The setting sun Sunset in Blackpool, by Carol Matthews
Quotations Suggested by Angel in disguise
Wings of a dove by Carol Mathews
Grandparents By 8 year old Christine Harrington
Good vibes By Dean Marsico
Lessons you learned By Marlene Gerba, sent in by Bettie Lee.
This is just to say Boyfriend gets a hard time, by Heidi Hicks.
The sand box By M L Morgan
Beauty By M L Morgan.
Ghetto child Lisa Cervantes.
Violet Grip Purple passion. Lisa Cervantes.
Sensual muse the male object of desire. Kimberley Pearson.
Tears The crying game, Lesley Rossiter.
Blessed be By Rumi.
Don't quit By John Morton.
World War 1 memorial, Wimbledon Common.
Something to think about A story by Robert Hastings.
If I crowd you By Elizabeth Dicker.
Lost By Kori. A declaration of love.
Me By Bruce Lugga. Know thyself.
Titanic By Carol Matthews. The ship of dreams.
Instructions for Life Sent by Valerie Potterton.
Legalese The wit and wisdom of lawyers.
Cheyenne For dog lovers. Sent in by Sippy.
Lincoln and Kennedy The coincidences in time.Sent by Vanessa Peltier.
A bizarre death A puzzle from the Forensic Science San Diego 1994 Conference.
Louisiana history lessons. Sent by Vanessa Peltier.


Anne M Jennings

-There isn't always tomorrow

-If you were another person, would you want to be friends with yourself?

-Character is what you are in the dark.

-You can't judge a book by its cover, but you can tell a lot by its first page. What does your first page say?

-Don't do whatever you like; like whatever you do.

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Natalie Vennun

Confessions


 

 swirling frantic thoughts
 seeking to give 
 as You give
 no denial or condemnation
 but Divine sight in their place
 heavy steps toward fearlessness
 benevolent judge hears
 prayers to empower
 met with downcast eyes
 hot cheeks and racing heart
 passing
 leaving the isolation 
 intrinsic
 but only for a moment

 

Louisiana

train whistle in the distance
following the calls of the owls
from the pines behind the house
roaring boxcars passing beyond the bayou
tender vibrations
gentle roar of
man's advancements belonging to another time
mantras of ideals fading into
the armies of crickets chanting
their song
homage to the blistering summers
mosquitos and tree frogs
baby alligator trying his fate
in the north lake with
ceremonies awaiting him
the chorus ringing
through another train whistle
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Paris Stocks

 
  

I sent my thoughts away
in the swirling smoke of
my millionth cigarette.
My words escaped through
my nostrils.Instead of seeing
them in black ink on white paper,
I saw them float pallid gray
and eerily sinuous skyward
unbound by the laws of our gravity.
To call them back would be
like replacing the tobacco
of my cigarette now just
fallen ashes at my feet.
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Richard McKane

Richard McKane is a widely published translator of both Russian and Turkish poetry,
who has also taught at Princeton University, USA.

Russian Christmas

For Boris Pasternak
 
Mary sleep deep.
The myth's rhythm and birth
At Bethlehem.
A moth - death's head.
The thread Biblical
Umblical
Is twined and will unwind.
From stable to the inevitable cross.
Crossed destinies
As complex as twisted sheep's intestines.
Shepherds whistle to keep out the cold, 
Snow leopards' tracks are as fresh and old
As the baby, sniffling flesh
Swaddled in swathing bands.
And these are things no one will understand,
Not even the Magi plunging through
Deep snow to hear the plangent cries,
Nor even the angels singing
In the clear star-strewn skies,
Nor Joseph the carpenter who sowed not the seed,
But God, the arbiter, who saw and blessed the deed.
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Marti Blanch

Give me an open window Looking into the west Give me the hour of sunset With those I love the best Then all the cares and sorrows Of the day that vexed me so Will fade away as the sunset fades And be lost in the afterglow

Marti Blanch writes:

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Paramahansa Yogananda

Make a resolution in this New Year to realise the truth
that although as a mortal man you have certain habits,
as a divine being you are free.

To be able to do whatever we know we should do,
not merely that which we whimsically want to do,
is to be really free.

"I may go far, Further than the stars, but I will be Thine always"

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Leanne Morcom

OUR  NIGHT
 
  
The stars above are shining so bright,
everything has turned out just right.

It's one year today we are husband and wife,
it has been the most exciting time of my life.

Loving and kissing you day after day,
I wouldn't want it any other way.

You are special and always forgiving,
you are the reason I go on living.

You show me so much love when we are together,
my heart and soul are yours forever.

Copyright Leanne Morcom 1997
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          NATURE'S THEATER
 
 

Dark clouds loomed
Thunder boomed
Lighning flashed brightly
The storm to center stage 
Thunder hit the clouds.

The music began Lightning spotlighted the earth Curtains of raindrops poured from the sky. Lightning struck like the clash of cymbals. Drops of rain drummed the ground Oak trees danced wildly to nature's music The thirsty earth applauded The performance!

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Ethan Dent

Stranded on Death Row

"Now you know what path I'm on, think you're strong?
See if you can travel on!
Cause only the weak will try to speak,
Those who are quiet will always cause riots!
In the world, there are three types of people,
those who don't know what happened,
Those who wonder what happened,
And people like us
from the street who make things happen"
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Cat Fight

By Shawn Richards

i was all alone it's just me and her we are a growing disease for which there is no cure she bites and claws and i kick back every time i turn around she's on the attack there's nothing i can do to help things along because no matter what i do i am always wrong and i hate to love here but i always will and she loves to hate me and is loving me still... Back to Index

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Moi Tayler

Seasons of the heart

You are a part of the fabric of my soul
Together we weave a vibrant tapestry
Reflecting the vistas of the past
The pageantry of the present
The panorama of the future

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Kim Carolyn Olds

 
 

I WANT TO BE FREE TO CHOOSE WHAT PATH 
I MAY WALK IN LIFE
I WANT TO BE FREE TO SOAR THE EARTH
AS AN EAGLE IN FLIGHT
I WANT TO BE FREE TO BE ME
I WANT TO BE RECOGNIZED N0T FOR THE COLOR
OF MY SKIN BUT FOR WHAT KNOWLEDGE I POSSESS
I WANT TO SEE THE SUNRISE AND THE FLOWERS COME OUT
TO CATCH ITS RAYS
I WANT TO HEAR THE SOUND OF THE WIND
GENTLY TOUCHING MY EARS
I WANT TO SEE THE HORSES RUN
WITH ALL THEIR MIGHT
I WANT TO SEE ALL THE CHILDREN IN THE WORLD UNITE
I WANT TO SEE THE WORLD'S PEOPLE LIVE IN HARMONY
I WANT TO SEE THE KILLINGS OF MANKIND VANISH
INTO THE BLUE SKY
I WANT TO FEEL THE SAND BENEATH MY FEET
TO FEEL THE BREEZE THAT SURROUNDS ME 
WITH THE WATER TO SOOTHE MY MIND
WHEN WILL MAN CEASE DESTROYING?
WHEN WILL HE RECOGNIZE HIS PRESENCE
WILL NOT ENDURE FOREVER?



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Andrew Sleeping

By Xanthe Stokell As I watch you sleeping
Couched in gentle slumber
And listen to your soft breath patterning the air,
You seem to have somehow magically evolved
From the confident, vibrant man
I tentatively share my bed with.

In the sixteen consciousness-layered waking hours
That you fill to the brim with responsibilities,
Pleasures, preparations and planning,
You seem so certain, so assured.

Yet when I look at you in these strange sleep-strung hours
I see you are changed.
You appear to me as an abstract painting,
Suddenly the vivid life born subject
Has relaxed into a tranquil still life
Where there had been a complex clash of forms and colours
Now there is only a simple sketch of a sleep-lit man
With lead-heavy limbs dreaming dreams he can never remember

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Swami Vivekananda

Oh Mother!

 
 
    Oh Mother! Save me!
    In the sea of life my bark is sinking! 
    The whirlwind of illusion and storm of
    Attachment is growing every moment!
    My five oarsmen are foolish and
    My helmsman is weak!
    My bearings are lost and my boat is sinking!
    Oh Mother! Save me!

This is a poem I liked a lot...written by Swami vivekananda...Hope you will like it....
Srinivasan Shanker.

Five oarsmen , the five senses
Helmsman, the mind

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Eyes As Big as The Moon

By April Whitney

 
 
I close my eyes and see your face.
Your smile warm as the sun.
Whenever I feel lonely,
I close my eyes and see
eyes as big as the moon 
looking right at me.
Your body so soft at touch,
your lips as smooth as silk.
Your hands as soft as ivory,
and chest as hard as steel.
You hold me in your arms with love,
and tell me it's for real.
I close my eyes and hear your heart-beat,
loud as it could be.
Your smile never goes away,
no matter how cloudy it gets.
My love for you,
it grows each time
I close my eyes and see
Eyes as big as the moon
looking down at me.

(April writes she is 15)

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Lines on Eternity

Anonymous. Submitted by Anita Azzu.

I looked into the depth of infinity ...
and saw emptiness staring right back at me.
I listened to the silence unspoken ...
and the truth was shattered broken.

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Mother Moon

 
 
There you are, in all your opulence,
Oblivious as I gaze upon your translucent beauty.
I am in awe of your splendor;
Your serenity touches the very depth of my soul.

How I long to be there with you, nestled in your tranquility.
So far away as my heart cries from loneliness.
You are my salvation, the only beauty in my desperate life.

Unaware as I sleep, you soothe my troubled dreams,
Gently cradle me in the tender embrace of your light,
And croon a lullably so silent, only my heart can hear.

Sharry Smith

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HAPPY FIRST TIME

By Vanessa Ann Towers Peltier

  
 
 
You understand my everything,
        My heart and my soul,
              To the depths of hell, yes,
                  Together we've been far below.
 
                   Happy first time, my love,
               Alive we are finally at last!
             Our souls bound together,
           My heart beats so fast.
 
             The feel of your touch,
                 Now unveiling our masks.
                      Our love is revealing,
                           And as such, with no task.

                        A lifetime long lasting,
                     Our bodies now grasping,
                  Our souls never asking,
 
 
                               . . . . . they just touch,
 
 
                                         . . . . .  and we share.
 
 

(c) Vanessa Anne Towers Peltier
1987 Houston, Texas, USA
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SPONTANEOUS SURRENDER

(Our Emotional Response)

With an ever yet so tender touch, Response received pulsates a gentle rush. Flesh-free, the feather fan Of your gentle hand, In spontaneous surrender our bodies land In warm embrace we stand. Held close, our auras mesh Our only desire, now one in spirit and in flesh. Spontaneous Surrender Our Emotional Response, Spontaneous Surrender Our Emotional Response. Our secret now perfection, As soul mates there's no deception. Free fires glow Our throbbing rivers flow, Involuntary reaction Automatic-made passion. Spontaneous Surrender Is our Emotional Response, Spontaneous Surrender, Our Emotional Response. (c) 1983, Houston, Texas Vanessa Anne Towers Peltier

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There Is A Point

By Giovanni Greco

There is a point in the life of every man every woman which divides who we were from who we will be; a particular moment which splits our path in two a night that is ending a new day dawning something very clear that separates the course of what we have done from what we intend to do; don't ask yourself when it will happen or whether it has already been and gone for if you really want to reach this point it is right now.
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DON'T LET YOURSELF ...

WORRY when you're doing your best. HURRY when success depends on accuracy. THINK evil of anyone until you have the facts. BELIEVE a thing is impossible without trying it. Aim for the highest. -Andrew Carnegie

Life's battles

Sent by Mickey Doodle Life's battles don't always go To the stronger or faster man, But sooner or later, the man who wins Is the man who thinks he can.

Natural Success

Natural talent, intelligence, a wonderful education - none of these guarantees success. Something else is needed: The sensitivity to understand what other people want and the willingness to give it to them. John Luther

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Sunrise

Jessica C. Van Benthuysen
 
 
Around the bend of the roadway
Reveals the unveiling birth of a sunrise,
Busily the masses change pastel colors on the open easel of dawn.

Timidly you peek forth
As the multi colors take on their shapes
Audaciously you tease the morning audience
Just as the entertainer, standing on stage.

Some marvel at your beauty
Others may find you annoying.

The birth of a sunrise brings about a new beginning
For with your entrance
You bring forth; hope, happiness and warmth.

The sublime beauty of a sunrise remains unique.

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A crooked rose

Gary Lawrence
 
I see a beatiful rose that lay just beyond my reach.
     A white hand of powder reaches for the red fire.
     So perfect from afar.
     So true and wanting love.
     Hide what could be blemishes and look to the future,
     What would I like?
     A rose that will last forever.
     A rose to fit my needs.
     Every rose I've picked has pricked my powdered hand,
      So fair and pure.
     That rose that looked so right from afar is turning ugly.
     Every rose turns ugly,except the one in the corner.
     The crooked rose I love.
     The only rose I will care for deeply and cherish.
     This rose will last forever, 
      While the others will perish around it.
     This is my rose, my love.   

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Keeping Love Alive

To keep your relationship brimming, With loving in the loving cup, When you're wrong, admit it. When you're right, shut up. Ogden Nash


Heading South

This insane city these wandering dreams of happiness and intrigue And confusion on the highway Mind is between thoughts thoughts are lost somewhere in this vast world can this be an illusion or is it really me I see? Recovering from the pain I deserve..I can't complain She left on a cold, blustery afternoon I sat in front of a blank television cigarette burnt down past the filter the sun isn't shining today Maybe it's time to go South.

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Hummingbird Fly

By Vanessa Anne Peltier

Honeysuckle the moon and the crepe myrtle flows with the lunar breeze.
Underneath an hypnotic sky, the woman is captured by its platinum tractor beam
Consumed by the perfume known only too well to the hummingbird as it flies in the night,
Its wings nimbly fluttering to take nourishment from the sweet flower wrapped around its host.

Honeysuckle the moon and the champagne light reflects as a crystalline lens,
As she dances so naked and pure in the pool of the night, an anxious vision of Eros and Psyche
Builds a familiar tune from the voice of Enigma, wells a soundscape of Sadness.
All at once, her soul is despatched from her body and takes flight.

A bright light in her path reunites a flurry of memories from satellite stars
Turning, twinkling hues of red, blue and green against the ebony sky
Its silver cord ties the shores of clear vision and erases the pain.
Hummingbird fly...fly!

Honeysuckle the moon.


16 Aug 1997
August Moon in South Louisiana, USA

In loving memory of Mrs Katherine Ludwig, 23 Sept 1997
Manalapin, New Jersey, USA


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Forever

By Cynthia Anderson

 
 

       It's nights
          when,
       I think of you most often;

       As my lips
          feel
       the touch of your hand;

       I begin to awaken
          and
       through our bodies, we sing;

       Should this turn to just a
          dream,
       Let me sleep.....forever

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An angel on earth

Tina Young

 
My being is a collective state of mind, body, and soul

I am an angel on earth waiting to exhale my wings of flight 
and watch over my child who is waiting to bloom.

I walk with my spirit of life and joy over the meaning of consistency
within my being and gain power to glow in order to do so. 

I have that power now as I've been sent from heaven to watch over a man 
with an open mind and eyes to see the light within him. 

I am here to set that light aflame and watch it burn his soul from within his bones.
I pounce the life into his being and break his soul to his heart still beating.

I am but a woman but I am a breath of light and I will continue to be
that as it is of me, my being, my life, my heart, mind, body and soul.

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The anchor of his love

By Vanessa Anne Peltier
 
     The Lord has made me strong,
     To Him do I belong.
     Of me he's made a vessel,
     A mighty fighting vessel,
     A mighty source of Power,
     An Anchor of His Love,
     In the sea of stars above.

     Now the bow is life
     Death dares to wrestle.
     The fuel is faith no doubt can quench.
     With pistons made of courage,
     The coward, fear, is drenched.

     The stern is peace serene with joy
     Propelled by purpose,
     Pure confidence to enjoy.

     The keel, a backbone of strength,
     Commands "rudder a midship," a phrase
     Not least to expect is balance enforced,
     Port and starboard, These keep in check
     Each other with no right or no wrong . . .

     Of me he's made a vessel,
     To him do I belong.

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The Setting Sun

Carol Matthews
 


A bright orange sun slowly sets
over a powder blue sea, casting
rays of amber upon its calm waves,
gently rippling along deserted beaches.

The lights have disappeared, once illuminating
the dark sky, casting colourful shadows
over the endless seas, time standing
still, an eerie stillness now amidst
your dark uninviting waters.

No-one ventures now upon the sands,
nothing, just an enveloping blackness,
no stars shining like ebony eyes, gulls
have disappeared, flown away on
gossamer wings, till morning.

Sun rising now, colours appearing, slowly,
glistening powder blue sea returns to
complete the cycle, ageless, timeless
beauty, forever, infinity!

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Quotations

 

    We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.           

    We are not rich by what we possess but rather by what we can do without.


    Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.   
                                                               Mother Teresa
 

     It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and impossible to find it elsewhere.
                                                             Agnes Repplier

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The wings of a dove

by Carol Matthews

 



Floating, gently, gracefully on the wings of a dove,
In my dreams, through cotton wool clouds, we glide,
Caressing my skin, so softly, a warm breeze, a still
Night, starry sky, darkness, calm, ecstacy!

My mind holds no worries, gone for the night, no
Emotions, no sorrows, pain or evil, away are they in
The other world.  My dream world has no place for
Them, only happiness, goodness and strength.

Gliding through an endless night, lulling me, nestling
Down in your feathers, like a pillow, absolute relaxation,
No noise, no hustle and bustle of city life, drifting on
Seas of endless time and space, now rest in peace till
morning.


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Grandparents

By Christine Harrington.

Christine is a 8 year old pupil at Ascension Day School, Lafayette, Louisiana.

Every heart beats true with my grandparents.
We go special places.
We remember special people.
We find special things in our hearts.
I feel special with my grandfolks.

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THE GOOD VIBE STARTS FROM WITHIN

By Dean Marsico
 



      Stop complaining about everyone else.  What about yourself?  Are you
treating others the way you want to be treated?  That is the only route
toward the positivity that will unite us all.

      Don't be afraid!

      Fear is the source of all our conflicts and aggressions. The next
time someone gives you a hard look, understand that they are still
captive to their fears, like you once were.

       Don't resort to a negative response because that will only create
more negativity. 

       Smile!  Let the goodwill within you flow!!

       Maybe your strength and love will give them the courage to open
themselves,and they will follow  the new direction.

        It is all up to you...........


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Lessons you learned

By Marlene Gerba

 



For every petal you pluck from a daisy,
You're granted one measure of Love.
For every rainbow you find with two ends,
I wish you two stars from above.
For every tear you brush from a check,
I promise you kindness will follow.
Whereever you walk, under rainbows or stars,
Over daisies, or down lonely hollow.
For every child you play with and talk to,
I grant you one heart full of laughter.
For every smile you place on a face,
I promise you peace ever after.
If you think "I" am giving you priceless gifts,
Look close at yourself and your deeds.
The gifts you earned were the lessons you learned,
While answering other folks' needs.

Sent in by Bettie Lee

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This is just to say

By Heidi Hicks I have beaten the heck out of your oldest son Which you were probably worried I would Forgive me it was exciting so fun and so hilarious.
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The Sand Box

N.L. Morgan When I was young I said I will have everything I desire and I did. I had my toys and a sand box and even a bike. Things were possible then everything was day and night black and white. but later on prejudice came to play and I didn't know the rules. With him came hate and I didn't understand. They broke my bike they stole my toys they threw my sand away and they left. I have little now a broken bike lays at my feet an empty sand box to my left and a empty heart to the right. But tears mend the heart and sand is everywhere you look so do look. And if Prejudice or Hate come again things will be different this time Truth is by my side.

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Beauty

N.L. Morgan Beauty is always told to us in a lie The star in the sky is beauty they say But beauty is not untouchable as the stars They say beauty is in the money in the gold but truth is beauty and truth seldom is surrounded by such. Beauty hurts they say But love is the one that hurts, beauty is only the trap Beauty can lay in the torn jeans or in the dirt on the face Beauty can be around the corner in the market or in the eyes of a slave in the fields Beauty cannot be acquired though so many try. I wish I had beauty maybe you would then believe this lie.

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Ghetto Child

By Lisa Cervantes

A man clings His nails puncture his own life-raft To hold on is the only future Icy needles torment his bright mind Hot slaps echo down the halls of his memory His eyes bulge with depth Knowledge he never asked for Pricks him at every street corner Under his skin, the dead of night rages His smile is the only brightness left Like the sun, it is white with heat Scarring in its intensity His walk resounds like gun powder Flickers threaten to light him All around His grip contracts and releases It pulses with his young life.

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Violet Grip

By Lisa Cervantes

Perplexing purple; You are so royal Yet so horrifically human I can't live under your magnificence Or without your blaze Purply wisps of hair Tingle and penetrate Blue-red hues stir remembrances Purpleized eyes gaze into mine Wisdom of the ages Drips from their bloodshot blue If the poignant purple stare Never read my soul I'd be gliding free In the purple polka-dotted sky Now I'm draped in swarthy silken sheets Of noxious violet Passion of my wistful youth My perceived strength, yielded To his purpleness.

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Sensual Muse

By Kimberly Pearson When I saw you last, You leaned against the pine Sharing its shape, Easy with your body. Oblivious to my presence, You ran your fingers along the bark Responding to its oily darkness- Its secretive way. The rain poured down, enveloping you. It became you and Caressed you like geisha's fingers Every drop appreciated the geometry of you Slipping slowly along your perimeter, Searching for an entrance- An invitation to you. I am that drop of rain, a cool co-ordinate To quench your thirst For only a moment, Leaving you desiring more. With a soft sigh, Your eyes close, dreaming; Your lips part, Waiting.
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Tears

by Lesley Rossiter Tears keep falling From my eyes My heart is hurting From the pain and lies I spend so much time looking for truth Finding myself beneath my youth Deciding what's right and what is wrong Feeling the hurt much too long. Friends betraying Enemies there Parents hurting Strangers who care Guys breaking hearts Girls burying the pain Misunderstandings Take the place of shame Still the tears keep falling From my eyes My heart is still hurting From the pain and lies I've spent so much time Looking for truth Burying the hurt Beneath my youth Only now friends stopped betraying Enemies aren't there Parents stopped hurting And strangers don't care
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BLESSED BE

WALK TO THE WELL TURN AS THE EARTH AND THE MOON TURN CIRCLING WHAT THEY LOVE WHATEVER CIRCLES COMES FROM THE CENTRE

By Rumi.

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"Don't Quit"

By John Morton

When things go wrong, As they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low, and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit- Rest if you must, but don't you quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns, As everyone of us sometimes learns, And many a person turns about When they might have won had they stuck it out. Don't give up though the pace seems slow- You may suceed with another blow. Often the struggler has given up When they might have captured the victor's cup; And he learned too late when the night came down How close he was to the golden crown. Success is failure turned inside out- So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit- It's when things seem worst that you Mustn't Quit!!!

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War memorial

Nature is the best tribute. The perfection of the work
must be left to the gentle hand of time. But each
returning spring adds a little extra tribute to those whom
it is desired to give lasting commemoration.

World War I memorial set in a circular tree grove,
Roehampton Vale, Wimbledon Common.

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Something to Think About


By Robert Hastings

Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are travelling by train. Out of the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands, and valleys of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls. But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we get there so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering - waiting, waiting for the station. "When we reach the station, that will be it!" we cry. "When I am 18." "When I buy a new 450 SL Mercedes Benz!" "When I put the last kid through college!" "When I have paid off the mortgage!" "When I get a promotion!" "When I reach the age of retirement, I shall live happily ever after!" Sooner or later, we must realize, "There is no station," No one place to arrive at once and for all. "The true joy in life is the trip." The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us. So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, don't go to the gym, watch more sunsets, laugh more, cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. The station comes soon enough.

Sent in by Bridget Kitley, a herbal farmer in South Africa.

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IF I CROWD YOU..

By Elizabeth Dicker

IF I CROWD YOU LET ME KNOW I DON'T WANT TO OVERTHROW OUR FRIENDSHIP AND OUR LOVE BECAUSE I CROWDED YOU WITH AFFECTION BUT I WANT US TO GROW INTO FUTURE EXPECTATIONS EXPECTATIONS THAT WILL SOAR LIKE A BIRD NOT A BIRD THAT IS CAPTURED IN A CAGE BUT A BIRD THAT SPREADS ITS WINGS AFAR BREATHING WITH A GLIMPSE OF FRESH AIR I DON'T WANT TO CROWD YOU THAT WOULD LEAD US TO DESPAIR SO LET ME KNOW IF I CROWD YOU TOO MUCH AND GROW WITH ME IN THE SPACE OF FREEDOM AND LOVE Back to Index

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LOST

By Kori B.H.

Lost in the oblivion of love Your face, your eyes, your touch Are all I know of the vast space before me I am consumed by the simplicity of your love Left in awe by the way you handle me Your very words touch the depths of my soul As you warm arms engulf me, I have found my paradise, My heaven and I float away to the sea of my subconscious I have never known any love like this It's comforting, like a child's teddy bear, like a nightlight A beacon of hope and protection from the horrors of the darkest night Just the thought of it makes me shiver And I wonder why I am so lucky In everything else I have failed But, in this love I have won you, I have won I have defeated this dragon, this demon That has tried to wreck me from the inside out And now I have you And that's all that matters As long as you'll always be there I will be ever protected from the evils of this life. Back to Index

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Me

By Bruce Luppa

Today I am me. Tomorrow who will I be? a poet, a dancer, an artist? Nah! I will be me! Back to Index

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Titanic

BY CAROL MATTHEWS It commenced its voyage on an ocean of dreams As passengers boarded children's happy screams There was elegance and poverty, the rich and the poor All had the same fate ending on the ocean's great floor As Titanic left shore the crowds waved their farewell Goodbye to their loved ones and bidding them well As the ship drifted off on the ebb of that tide No-one could foresee its fate, so hard to abide The rich and the famous decorated the room With their expensive gowns they made the men swoon Romance filled the air, sad stories we hear Of the young and in love who had nothing to fear On this ocean of dreams then tragedy occurred An unforeseeable iceberg, the memory is blurred All felt a slight jolt but the entertainment went on Only the captain and crew knew the panic to come The captain then ordered an SOS to be sent out 'We don't have much time' to all he did shout The message came through, the ship's fate was done Ships too far away in time could not come. The lifeboats were lowered, not enough room for all Then panic ensued, panickers to the sea did fall Women and children first, all crying for their Dad The musicians played on though their music was sad A priest gave comfort to those who had fear 'It'll be over soon' a Mum whispers in her child's ear Sleep now my children, drift off to the land of nod Soon we'll be in Heaven and will all be with God The Titanic up-ended and to the sea they all fell They ended their lives in the sea's frozen hell The lifeboarts half empty didn't come to their aid Tragically out of such numbers not many were saved A film was made from account of those who survived A wondrous dedication of the passengers' lost lives It tells of a love story, one died one lived on How she kept her promise and their hearts did go on.

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INSTRUCTIONS FOR LIFE

From Valerie Potterton, South Africa

1. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully. 2. Memorize your favorite poem. 3. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want. 4. When you say, "I love you", mean it. 5. When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye. 6. Be engaged at least six months before you get married. 7. Believe in love at first sight. 8. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. 9. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely. 10. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling. 11. Don't judge people by their relatives. 12. Talk slow but think quick. 13. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?". 14. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk. 15. Call your mom. 16. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze. 17. When you lose, don't lose the lesson. 18. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; Responsibility for all your actions. 19. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship. 20. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it. 21. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice. 22. Marry a man/women you love to talk to. As you get older, his conversational skills will be as important as any other. 23. Spend some time alone. 24. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values. 25. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer. 26. Read more books and watch less TV. 27. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll get to enjoy it a second time. 28. Trust in God but lock your car. 29. A loving atmosphere in your home is so important. Do all you can to create a tranquil harmonious home. 30. In disagreements with loved ones, deal with the current situation. Don't bring up the past. 31. Read between the lines. 32. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality. 33. Be gentle with the earth. 34. Pray -- there's immeasurable power in it. 35. Never interrupt when you are being flattered. 36. Mind your own business. 37. Don't trust a LOVER who doesn't close his/her eyes when you kiss them. 38. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before. 39. If you make a lot of money, put it to use helping others while you are living. That is wealth's greatest satisfaction. 40. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a stroke of luck. 41. Learn the rules then break some. 42. Remember that the best relationship is one where your love for each other is greater than your need for each other. 43. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it. 44. Remember that your character is your destiny. 45. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.

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Legalese

Recently reported in the Massachusetts Bar Association Lawyers Journal, the following are 22 questions actually asked of witnesses by attorneys during trials and, in certain cases, the responses given by insightful witnesses: 1. "Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?" 2. "The youngest son, the twenty-year old, how old is he?" 3. "Were you present when your picture was taken?" 4. "Were you alone or by yourself?" 5. "Was it you or your younger brother who was killed in the war?" 6. "Did he kill you?" 7. "How far apart were the vehicles at the time of the collision?" 8. "You were there until the time you left, is that true?" 9. "How many times have you committed suicide?" 10. Q: "So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?" A: "Yes." Q: "And what were you doing at that time?" 11. Q: "She had three children, right?" A: "Yes." Q: "How many were boys?" A: "None." Q: "Were there any girls?" 12. Q: "You say the stairs went down to the basement?" A: "Yes." Q: "And these stairs, did they go up also?" 13. Q: "Mr. Slatery, you went on a rather elaborate honeymoon, didn't you?" A: "I went to Europe, Sir." Q: "And you took your new wife?" 14. Q: "How was your first marriage terminated?" A: "By death." Q: "And by whose death was it terminated?" 15. Q: "Can you describe the individual?" A: "He was about medium height and had a beard." Q: "Was this a male, or a female?" 16. Q: "Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?" A: "No, this is how I dress when I go to work." 17. Q: "Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?" A: "All my autopsies are performed on dead people." 18. Q: "All your responses must be oral, OK? What school did you go to?" A: "Oral." 19. Q: "Do you recall the time that you examined the body?" A: "The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.." Q: "And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?" A: "No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy." 20. Q: "You were not shot in the fracas?" A: "No, I was shot midway between the fracas and the navel." 21. Q: "Are you qualified to give a urine sample?" A: "I have been since early childhood." 22. Q: "Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?" A: "No." Q: "Did you check for blood pressure?" A: "No." Q: "Did you check for breathing?" A: "No." Q: "So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?" A: "No." Q: "How can you be so sure, Doctor?" A: "Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar." Q: "But could the patient have still been alive nevertheless?" A: "It is possible that he could have been alive and practising law somewhere."
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CHEYENNE

"Watch out! You nearly broad-sided that car!" my father bellowed. "Can't you do anything right?" The words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man beside me; his glaring eyes dared me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle. "I saw the car, Papa. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving." My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I truly felt. He glared at me, then turned away and settled back. Once at home, I brewed a fresh pot of coffee, poured a cup for my father, then settled him in his overstuffed chair facing the blaring television set. The silence between us was deafening. I went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air. A single raindrop splashed into my steaming coffee, rippling the surface like a pebble invading a calm lake. The rumble of distant thunder echoed my inner turmoil. What could I do about Dad? He had worked the dense forests of Washington and Oregon. He'd enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered countless grueling lumberjack competitions, and often had placed. Shelves in his house were replete with trophies attesting his physical prowess. The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that day I saw him outside alone, straining to raise it. He became irritable whenever playfully teased about his age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man. Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing. At the hospital, he was rushed into an operating room. We were lucky; Dad survived. But something inside him had died; his zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were rejected with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors diminished, then finally ceased altogether. Dad was left alone. My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust. Within a week after he arrived, I regretted our invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue. Beside himself, Dick consulted our pastor and, after explaining the situation, weekly counseling sessions were arranged. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind...and to ease our anguish. But the months wore on and God was silent. A raindrop trickled down my cheek....like an unwanted tear. I turned my face toward the gray, threatening sky. Somewhere up there was "God." Although I believed a Supreme Being created the Universe, I had difficulty believing God cared about this singular human being on this tiny Earth. I had grown weary of waiting for a God who didn't answer. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it. The next morning I sat at the kitchen table, methodically phoning each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my dilemma to a dozen or more sympathetic voices. My efforts seemed in vain. "This is an exercise in futility," I muttered to myself, and was about to crash the receiver into its cradle. "What was that, ma'am?" came a small voice through the earpiece. I was taken aback and laughed nervously. "Sorry. I was talking to myself," I admitted with some embarrassment. I stated my problem for what would be the last time. The words had become rote. "I just read something that might help you!" she replied. "Let me get it. Be right back. . .hold a minute, okay?" Seconds later I listened as she read; the article described a remarkable study conducted at a nursing home. ll the patients were under treatment for chronic depression, even so their attitudes improved dramatically when given responsibility for a dog. I thanked the young woman, slammed the phone book into the drawer, gulped my last sip of now-cold coffee, and drove posthaste to the animal shelter. after I completed a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved slowly along several rows of pens. Each row contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly haired dogs, black dogs, white dogs, spotted dogs. . .all jumped up, trying to reach me. I considered each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons. . .too big, too small, too much hair, too cute, too ugly, ad infinitum. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to its feet, padded to the front of the cage and dropped to its haunches. It was a German short-haired pointer, an aristocrat among dogs. But this was but a caricature of the breed. Unknown years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. Sharp hipbones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But his eyes caught and held my attention. Calm, clear, and with determination they beheld me unwaveringly. I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about this one?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time's up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly. As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror, "You mean you're going to kill him?" "Ma'am," he said gravely, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog. Istudied the graceless pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my ecision. "I'll take him," I said, not quite knowing why I had selected this emaciated specimen. The dog sat calmly on the front seat beside me as we drove the short distance home. I turned to further examine him. He seemed to be smiling...just ever so slightly. I laughed uncontrollably at my overactive imagination, and he turned to look at me. Yes, he was smiling! I laughed.....he smiled...... all the way home. When I reached the house I beeped the horn twice. I was leading my new friend from the car when Dad huffled onto the front porch. "TA-DA! Look what I got for you, Papa!" I said excitedly. Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I'd wanted a dog I would have gotten one myself. And I would have picked a better specimen than that bag o' bones. Get rid of it! I don't want it!" He waved an arm scornfully and turned back toward the house. Fury rose inside me. It constricted my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Papa. He's staying!" Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed. With those words he whirled angrily toward me, hands clenched at his sides, eyes narrowed and blazing with hatred. We stood glaring at each other like duelists. Suddenly the pointer freed himself from my grasp, lumbered up the porch steps and sat at Dad's feet. Then slowly, deliberately, he raised his right forepaw. Dad's lower jaw trembled uncontrollably as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The dog waited patiently. Then, without a word, Dad was on his knees embracing him....like a child on Christmas Day hugging his new, warm puppy. It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad's bitterness and pessimism faded almost immediately. He dubbed his dog Cheyenne. Together the two explored the community. Long hours were spent ambling down dusty lanes and grassy sunlit paths, hunting mushrooms or invading berry patches. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. Soon they began attending Sunday services together, Dad in his regular pew.....Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet. They had become inseparable during those three years, and together had made many friends. Then late one night I was startled by Cheyenne's damp nose nudging my feet beneath the bedclothes. Never before had he entered our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, and we followed Cheyenne to my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. His spirit had left quietly sometime during the night. Only Cheyenne would ever know exactly when. Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. His muzzle bore the slight trace of a smile! This time Dick saw it, too. "Now do you believe me?" I asked softly. Dick only nodded. We wrapped Cheyenne's lifeless, lank body in the braided rag rug he had slept upon. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for restoring Dad's peace of mind. The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pew reserved for family. Seeing the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church, my eyes welled with tears of gratitude. Our pastor began the eulogy. It was a tribute both to Dad and the faithful dog who had become his lifeline. He concluded by reading Hebrews 13:2. "' 'Be not forgetful to entertain strangers.' I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said as he gently closed The Bible. For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle I could not see before the sympathetic voice that had read the appropriate scripture. . .an unknown, stray dog's unexplained appearance at the animal shelter. . .his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . . the proximity of their deaths. . .and the inscrutable smile of the "angel dog" Cheyenne. And suddenly I understood.

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Lincoln and Kennedy,
the coincidences in time.

 


Here's a little part of US history
which makes you sit up and go
h-m-m-m-m-m-m-m....

Submitted by Vanessa Peltier

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846. John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946. Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860. John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960. The names Lincoln and Kennedy each contain seven letters. Both were particularly concerned with civil rights. Both wives lost children while living in the White House. Both Presidents were shot on a Friday. Both Presidents were shot in the head. Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy. Kennedy's secretary was named Lincoln. Both were assassinated by Southerners. Both were succeeded by Southerners. Both successors were named Johnson. Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808. Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908. John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839. Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939. Both assassins were known by their three names. Both names are composed of fifteen letters. Lincoln was shot at the theater named "Kennedy". Kennedy was shot in a car called "Lincoln". Booth ran from the theater and was caught in a warehouse. Oswald ran from a warehouse and was caught in a theater. Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials. And here's the kicker.... A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland. A week before Kennedy was shot, he was in Marilyn Monroe. Back to Index

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A Bizarre Death

A co-worker sent me this piece.... I had to read it twice before I realized just what I had read.... At the 1994 annual awards dinner given by the American Association for Forensic Science, AAFS president Don Harper Mills astounded his audience in San Diego with the legal complications of a bizarre death. Here is the story: On 23 March 1994, the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. The deceased had jumped from the top of a ten-story building intending to commit suicide (he left a note indicating his despondency). As he fell past the ninth floor, his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast through a window, which killed him instantly. neither the shooter nor the deceased was aware that a safety net had been erected at the eighth floor level to protect some window washers and that Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide anyway because of this. Ordinarily, Dr. Mills continued, a person who sets out to commit suicide ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended. That Opus was shot on the way to certain death nine stories below probably would not have changed his mode of death from suicide to homicide. But the fact that his suicidal intent would not have been successful caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands. The room on the ninth floor whence the shotgun blast emanated was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing and he was threatening her with the shotgun. He was so upset that, when he pulled the trigger, he completely missed his wife and pellets went through the window striking Opus... When one intends to kill subject A but kills subject B in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject B. When confronted with this charge, the old man and his wife were both adamant that neither knew that the shotgun was loaded. The old man said it was his long standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her - therefore, the killing of Opus appeared to be an accident. That is, the gun had been accidentally loaded. The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun approximately six weeks prior to the fatal incident. It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son's financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of this father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother. The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus. There was an exquisite twist. Further investigation revealed that the son, one Ronald Opus, had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother's murder. This led him to jump off the ten-story building on March 23, only to be killed by a shotgun blast through a ninth story window. The medical examiner closed the case as a suicide.

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Louisiana History Lessons

Actual Answers to Sixth Grade History tests: * Ancient Egypt was inhabited by mummies and they all wrote in hydraulics. They lived in the Sarah Dessert. The climate of the Sarah is such that the inhabitants have to live elsewhere. * Moses led the Hebrew slaves to the Red Sea, where they made unleavened bread, which is bread made without any ingredients. Moses went up on Mount Cyanide to get the ten commandments. He died before he ever reached Canada. * Solomom had three hundred wives and seven hundred porcupines. * The Greeks were a highly sculptured people, and without them we wouldn't have history. The Greeks also had myths. A myth is a female moth. * Socrates was a famous Greek teacher who went around giving people advice. They killed him. Socrates died from an overdose of wedlock. After his death, his career suffered a dramatic decline. * Eventually, the Romans conquered the Greeks. History calls people Romans because they never stayed in one place for very long. * Julius Caesar extinguished himself on the battlefields of Gaul. The Ides of March murdered him because they thought he was going to be made king. Dying, he gasped out: "Tee hee, Brutus." * Nero was a cruel tyranny who would torture his subjects by playing the fiddle to them. * Joan of Arc was burnt to a steak and was cannonized by Bernard Shaw. * Finally Magna Carta provided that no man should be hanged twice for the same offense. * In midevil times most people were alliterate. The greatest writer of the futile ages was Chaucer, who wrote many poems and verses and also wrote literature. *. Queen Elizabeth was the "Virgin Queen." As a queen she was a success. When she exposed herself before her troops they all shouted "hurrah." *. It was an age of great inventions and discoveries. Gutenberg invented removable type and the Bible. Another important invention was the circulation of blood. Sir Walter Raleigh is a historical figure because he invented cigarettes and started smoking. And Sir Francis Drake circumcised the world with a 100-foot clipper. * The greatest writer of the Renaissance was William Shakespeare. He was born in the year 1564, supposedly on his birthday. He never made much money and is famous only because of his plays. He wrote tragedies, comedies, and hysterectomies, all in Islamic pentameter. Romeo and Juliet are an example of a heroicouplet. Romeo's last wish was to be laid by Juliet. * Writing at the same time as Shakespeare was Miguel Cervantes. He wrote Donkey Hote. The next great author was John Milton. Milton wrote Paradise Lost. Then his wife died and he wrote Paradise Regained. * Later, the Pilgrims crossed the ocean, and this was called Pilgrim's Progress. The winter of 1620 was a hard one for the settlers. Many died and many babies were born. Captain John Smith was responsible for all this. * One of the causes of the Revolutionary War was the English put tacks in their tea. Also, the colonists would send their parcels through the post without stamps. Finally the colonists won the War and no longer had to pay for taxis. * Delegates from the original 13 states formed the Contented Congress. Thomas Jefferson, a Virgin, and Benjamin Franklin were two singers of the Declaration of Independence. Franklin discovered electricity by rubbing two cats backwards and declared, "A horse divided against itself cannot stand." Franklin died in 1790 and is still dead. * Abraham Lincoln became America's greatest Precedent. Lincoln's mother died in infancy, and he was born in a log cabin which he built with his own hands. Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves by signing the Emasculation Proclamation. On the night of April 14, 1865, Lincoln went to the theater and got shot in his seat by one of the actors in a moving picture show. The believed assassinator was John Wilkes Booth, a supposingly insane actor. This ruined Booth's career. * Meanwhile in Europe, the enlightenment was a reasonable time. Voltaire invented electricity and also wrote a book called Candy. Gravity was invented by Isaac Walton. It is chiefly noticeable in the autumn when the apples are falling off the trees. *. Johann Bach wrote a great many musical compositions and had a large number of children. In between he practiced on an old spinster which he kept up in his attic. Bach died from 1750 to the present. Bach was the most famous composer in the world and so was Handel. Handel was half German half Italian and half English. He was very large. * The French Revolution was accomplished before it happened and catapulted into Napoleon. Napoleon wanted an heir to inherit his power, but since Josephine was a baroness, she couldn't have any children. * The sun never set on the British Empire because the British Empire is in the East and the sun sets in the West. Queen Victoria was the longest queen. She sat on a thorn for 63 years. She was a moral woman who practiced virtue. Her death was the final event which ended her reign. * The nineteenth century was a time of a great many thoughts and inventions. People stopped reproducing by hand and started reproducing by machine. The invention of the steamboat caused a network of rivers to spring up. Cyrus McCormick invented the McCormick raper, which did the work of a hundred men. Louis Pasteur discovered a cure for rabbis. Charles Darwin was a naturalist who wrote the Organ of the Species. Madman Curie discovered radio. And Karl Marx became one of the Marx brothers. Submitted by Vanessa Peltier

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