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Dr Sam Burton Oct 2014
Saturday is back

for you and Jack

So hurry and pack

Nothing to lack

Or forget something on a rack

Or in a sack

Eat Big Mac

Get some nicknack

Sleep in a shack

When it is black


Sam





Today is Saturday, Oct. 4,the 276th day of 2014 with 89 to follow.

The moon is waning. Morning stars are Jupiter, Mars and Uranus. Evening starsare Mercury, Neptune, Saturn and Venus.



In 1922, Rebecca Felton, a Georgia Democrat, became thefirst woman to serve in the U.S. Senate.





A thought for the day:



It's hard to beat a person who never gives up. -- Babe Ruth



QUOTES FOR THE DAY:



Avarice is the vice of declining years.

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Beauty is but the sensible image of the Infinite. Like truth and justice it liveswithin us; like virtue and the moral law it is a companion of the soul.

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By common consent gray hairs are a crown of glory; the only object of respectthat can never excite envy.



George Bancroft





Fortunately,psychoanalysis is not the only way to resolve inner conflicts. Life itselfremains a very effective therapist.



Karen Horney



"If you always do what interestsyou, at least one person is pleased."



Katharine Hepburn



"Keep love in yourheart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness tolife that nothing else can bring."



Oscar Wilde



POETRY



Last Night



Michael Broder





Idreamt of making sense,
parts of speech caught up in sheets
and blankets, long strips of fabric
wrapped loosely around shoulders,
goblets, urns, cups with unmatched saucers.

You were there, and the past seemed important,
what was said, what was done,
feelings felt but maybe not expressed,
signs randomly connected
yet vital to what comes next,
to a coming season,
next year's trip to Nauset Beach.

I woke up wanting to read a poem by that name,
and I found one with a lifeguard's chair,
a broken shell, gulls watching egrets,
home an ocean away.


About this poem


"I wanted the poem to enact the dream it purports to recount. If dreamsare wish fulfillment, then this dreamer yearns for some kind of cognitivecoherence. The s ense the dreamer seeks turns out to be nonsense, and yetpoetry finds a way of making it s ensible after all."
-Michael Broder

About Michael Broder


Michael Broder is the author of "This Life Now" (A Midsummer Night'sPress, 2014). He is a freelance writer and lives in Brooklyn, N.Y.

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The Academy of American Poets is a nonprofit, mission-driven organization,whose aim is to make poetry available to a wider audience.


(c) 2014 Michael Broder.
Distributed by King Features Syndicate





HEALTH and BEAUTY TIP



Applying Moisturizer

When applying moisturizer as part of your daily routine,make sure not to use it directly around your eyes -- this skin is more likelyto retain fluid, and moisturizer will make the under-eye area appear puffier.But do remember to use some on your neck and throat; skin can become dry there,too.



JOKES



Lawyer Joke



An American attorney had just finished a guest lecture at a lawschool in Italy when an Italian lawyer approached him and asked, "Is ittrue that a person can fall down on a sidewalk in your county and then sue thelandowners for lots of money?"

Told that it was true, the lawyer turned to his partner and started speakingrapidly in Italian. When they stopped, the American attorney asked if theywanted to go to America to practice law.

"No, no," one replied. "We want to go to America and fall downon sidewalks."



Pregnant



Seven months pregnant, my hand on my aching back, I stood inline at the post office for what seemed an eternity.

"Honey," said a woman behind me, "I had back pain during mypregnancy. I was bedridden for four months because my baby was sitting on anerve."

Then the man in front of me piped up....

"You'd better get used to it now. Once those kids get on your nerves, theycan stay there till they're 18."





Parole Board

The Bureau of prisons just announced the release of a serialbank robber who had looted over 30 banks before his capture.

The parole board says he is completely rehabilitated and has found employmentat his home in Prague.

Yes, that is correct...

They were able to right a bad czech.



Quick Funny or not so funny



I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day but Icouldn't find any.



Bad Timing



A parish priest, Father O'Brien, was being honored at adinner on the 25th anniversary of his arrival in that parish.

A leading local politician, who was a member of the congregation, was chosen tomake the presentation and give a little speech at the dinner, but he wasdelayed in traffic.

Sooo.....Father O'Briend decides to say his own few words while they await thepolitician's arrival......

"You will understand," he said, "the seal of the confessional,can never be broken. What is confessed in there to me, is never repeated on theoutside. However, I got my first impressions of this parish from the firstconfession I ever heard here.

Realize, please, that I can only hint vaguely about this, but when I came here25 years ago, I thought I had been assigned to a terrible place.

The very first chap who entered my confessional told me how he had stolen atelevision set and, when stopped by the police, had almost murdered theofficer. Further, he told me he had embezzled money from his place of businessand had an affair with his boss's wife. I was appalled. But as the days went onI knew that my people at this congregation were not all like that, and I had,indeed come to, a fine parish full of understanding and loving people."

Just as the priest finished his talk, the politician arrived, apologized forhis tardiness and then started in on his speech.

"I want to thank you all for letting me say a few words this evening inhonor of Father O'Brien. 25 Years is a long time. In fact, when he arrivedhere, I had the honor of being the first confession he heard at thiscongregation."

Now that is bad timing.



Have a very niceSaturday!
say my name
go on and say it
its the password
that unlocks
our hidden history
i am willing to tell it to you
if you’ll listen...

the vision you see is false
all that is real is what you feel
all this love
this ocean of dreams
seems miraculous
but you are a miracle more beautiful
than all the fields
blossoming in the spring
rising up from their trances
the earth dances
in spasms
in wall-casts
in masks
i speak to you
of beauty and suffering
the love we bear is unfathomable
a sapling sprouts from our shouting matches
so stash away your secret treasure
let others go like loose feathers
wings of the bird who resembles serpents
winged flowers
stirred with our fingers
and licked copiously clean
cleanliness is your virtue
vultures lick your bones clean
of this sad excuse for culture

your metaphysical sorrows are a bore
but your **** shoulders i certainly do adore
so much space i can taste it
and so much love i won’t waste it
for those who are wondering
the cremation grounds and their metaphors
are the tantric dance-floors of eternity
where the divine goes to boogie

have i told you lately that i love you
well i do
so go out and make love to the universe
make love and ***** the galaxies
until the milky way squirts amrita
across the multiverse
and all you hear are squeals and giggles
coming from shooting stars and nebulas
sri ram jai ram jai jai ram
i am that you are
so hung
all day long we run
for nothing
chasing nowhere
when you come back home i am waiting
elevating
awake and breathing
grateful to have learned your secret
and repeated your stories to the dawn
i am sworn to the opposite of secrecy
and will shout your glory across the heavens
J. W. Mar 2010
i see no ense in winning, as all success becomes regression,
owning ones life is to reach out and grasp and to catch only the wind.
strange, it is cars that bring faceless names and namless faces
closer to their finale in life than to where really we want to be
we hold a wheel, we push a pedal, it makes no difference.
inside ourselves we may be Lords, Kings even Gods and
here you see me in the world, on the half deserted streets
conjuring myths of control, no apparent ceiling to clothe my limits

no surprises with no mystery. no questions with no unpredictable answers, what a way to live.

safety rules this day, caution covertly dictates my speech,
the fear that I may stumble upon my dreams and realise them unfulfilled
takes my feet and nails them down.

i am a tree, rooted heavily into this soil
here I stand and weep for all that is stained with routine.
all that is tragically familiar comes forth alone and alone it remains with me.
Kurt Kanawa May 2014
Z
they came like a                     hurricane
wave after wave of         unceasing rain
each drop a smeared               false    reflection of
faces of friends          of family      we once did love

and as the torrential rain         spilled
more         of our people were killed
and the world we knew              quickly eroded
the iron in our bones broke     brittle    and corroded

drenched in this forsaken        diseased   sea
we become more of what     we feared  to be
as cold and      dead       as the death around us
losing all sense of        what was     right    and just

yet still   we fight endlessly         to survive
yet    still our hope    is still     stubbornly    alive
the dead walk.
Jackshit May 2019
P ressuring yourself
A ware of the warm truth
R aining around the lone wolf
A wake but dreaming of another youth
N ot happy nor joyful
O nly hurting in a dream
I n a state oh so dim
D ense with feelings oh so hurtful
Johnny Noiπ May 2018
As Kraner told it, he stared  *******        at the blank canvas for days that turned into weeks that turned into months. Guggenheim,
           at first simply concerned,                  became increasingly frustrated
       with his progress. She finally          
              gave ******* an ultimately he was finished       destruction & regeneration      waves          lee         autumn: Finish the painting for a party
                    I’m throwing in January, or your stipend is history. When Krassner went t          o sleep the night before the deadline    lee           dead line     Lee    m       , ******* still hadn’t mad      brush strokes   brown      Sylvia       Krasner                  e a single mark                  . She was certain that his career was over.        his brushes        When she awoke the next morning, the 160-square-foot canvas had been transformed into a frenzy                 of energetic brushstrokes. Teal, yellow, r      energy          North                          ed, and black              brushes                    
   Pollack grew up in Wyoming surrounded by Indians & ghosts                                  marks looped                    and whirled on a chastened            white                    background, a                     ghosts of I       ndian wa        rriors      stampeding                    
      visions                                         vision ******* later described as “a stampede of every animal in the American West,  animals             W         est            cows and horses and antelopes and buffaloes. Everything is charging across that *******                   surface.” ******* rolled up the I
      want u to move in w/ me            canvas                     and and delivered it to Guggenheim’s apartment     Peggy was so grateful she ****** him                                        
  Series), 1946, o/c (50 x 43") *******: Full Fathom Five, 1947; oil and nails, tacks, etc., on canvas
(50 x 30")
the gesture becomes the act of pouring and moving
the surface of th                     e painting becomes thicker     Pollack wasn't a thinker   Motherwell married Frankenthaler    
  before ther             e was pop art there was not art                     r       thicker, preventing any s      art             ense of real separation between ground         gay don't call it art
     a miracle like              the raising of Lazarus                and foreground, \ that man is u            para disus dei        and forcing the viewer to respond to the painting       big        sad        tragic       corpses                 in two ways: up        Plath              Arbus                  close and from a distan       ce Peggy      Guggenheim commissioned Pollack's first large mural for her M                 anhattan townhouse mural
   Merce                           with hours to spare.   Pollack knew every     popm   freckle on her body                         literally       seeing a Jungian therapist,         Pollack never             spoke
                      instead spending his sessions                drawing which d his therapist n would later interpret                  dragg
Batmannn                    i   ­    ed his mind was on fire;        burn, baby, burn                        is stupid, drunken *** into her      be           droom & w rode him like a ***** & made him bite her   leaving teeth marks on her rich pale skin
Will Apr 22
th  e nothingman

goes to play

                in wide          wide
playground

doodling
                 with pal e
nons
ense

              c rayons a new

jewely
skin


he is made with


nothingbones &
hollow
teeth
&
the soup

howlingness

of hers
and his
and theirs and
if's

newish
fatty

comedy

thickish about th
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