Monthly Archives: February 2014

American Heroes~Rosa Louise McCauley Parks (1913-2005)~by rldubour

ROSA PARKS…WHO STOOD FOR FREEDOM BY SITTING DOWN!

OUR POETRY CORNER

Friday and last day of February, celebrating Black History month, today is:

Rosa Louise McCauley Parks (1913-2005)

Born in Tuskegee, Alabama

To Leona and James McCauley

Of African, Cherokee-Creek

And Scots-Irish ancestry.

Father was a carpenter

Mother was a teacher

Rosa had a younger brother

His name was Sylvester

Rosa was a small child

Suffered from poor health.

Chronic tonsillitis mom

Always by her side to help.

When her parents separated

They moved to grandparents’ farm

Just outside of Montgomery

She thought was her lucky charm.

Attending rural schools

Until the age of eleven.

Taking academic and vocational

Courses was the discretion.

Then attending teachers college

Set up by the state of Alabama

Was forced to drop out to care

For ailing grandma and mamma.

In nineteen hundred and thirty- two

She married Raymond Parks.

Taking numerous jobs from domestic

Worker to Hospital Aide she did embark.

Racial segregation was…

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Fashion Friday:: Swimsuit Weather Approaches

A LITTLE TOO COLD FOR THIS OUTFIT AROUND HERE!!!! BUT HERE’S TO LOOKING AHEAD!!!

Lenore: Trapped in a House.

Swimsuit season starts unusually early in the desert climate I call my home. For some, this warming of the air outside might be liberating. For others, myself included, it induces panic as I remember that January has long passed and I’m still waiting to fully embrace my New Year’s Resolutions. Oh well. There’s always March.

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MONDRIAN INSPIRED SWIMWEAR 1965

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Leap

A NEW BLOGGER HAS BLOSSOMED IN OUR PRESENCE!!!!

writing & stuff

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Leap, I will

Into a fresh month

With its promise of newness

And winter bedding down.

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Leap, I will

Into heavenly birdsong

and thoughts of delicate blooms

like ruffled silk.

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Leap, I will

With the energy of hope

That only this

New season brings.

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Leap, I will

There is no going back

She is calling me to her

And gladly, I follow.

Writing along with February prompt-a-day over at write alm; today’s prompt is ‘Leap’

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

Helen Hunt Jackson

February spent already, and I feel a quickening pace of time with every month that passes. It frightens me a little, but the only way to deal with it is to live it as fully as I can.

Have a great Friday!

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A Composer’s Last Symphony

A NEW POET DISCOVERED!!!! 🙂

Max Miller Poetry

His orchestra is the nursing home,

His pulse rate bleeps like a metronome.

The nurse explains the effects of the stroke,

As the violins soar, he hums and he croaks.

The drop of the drip keeps his tune strict in time,

Farewells from loved ones as bells start to chime.

‘He’s lost all response on the left of his brain’,

The music still flowing as he goes insane.

He declares that he’s written a symphony,

Just where doctors play Trumpet and Timpani.

The stethoscope beats like the sound of a drum,

He sings from Bedlam as his body goes numb.

A flutter of flutes as his soul mate she wails,

The sea of musicians is where he will sail.

Wild flailing arms as he tries to conduct,

‘He’s having a fit’ the Doctor deducts.

Andante then Lento the symphony slowing,

The violins quiet but the flutes are still growing.

A…

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The Third Best Fish and Chips in Britain

LOOKS REALLY GOOD. DOES THE FIRST BEST HAVE BIGGER PORTIONS OR BETTER QUALITY FISH?

Land of Oak and Iron

IMG_4337 What is it with fish and chips?

It’s quite telling what our national dish says about us. It’s not peasant cooking like the best Italian food, or courtly like French haut cuisine, it’s a staple of the urban working class, a remnant of industrialisation.

We’ve forgotten what happened to the landless two, two and a half centuries ago, separated from the land by the enclosures, the legalised theft of the common land by the rich and those with friends in parliament.

“They drove them from the skirts of commons, downs and forests,” wrote William Cobbett at the tail end of the great age of enclosure. “They took away their cows, pigs, geese, fowls, bees and gardens.  They crowded them into miserable outskirts of towns and villages, for their children to become ricketty and diseased, confined amongst filth and vermin.  They took from them their best inheritance: sweet air, health and…

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HOMEMADE PASTA

HOMEMADE PASTA

Did some pasta–my first batch–

Tried to do it all from scratch.

Couldn’t roll it very thin,

A neatness award I didn’t win!

When the noodles were near dried,

Tried to boil…but better fried.

They came out way too thick…

The rolling-pin continued to stick.

Tried to follow a recipe…

Try again?  Maybe…we’ll see!

(www.bing.com)

–Jonathan Caswell

THANK GOODNESS…

THANK GOODNESS…

Working stiffs are wearing weary,

Getting harder to be cheery…

Even bright eyes going dim

Losing vigor and their vim,

At week’s end we may pay dearly.

Work time often means tense

Negotiations following hence…

Nice to have a little break

To sit back and partake

Of our lives behind a fence!

Weekend chores are still a rest

From doing bosses’ behest…

Spending time

To recline,

After doing all our best.

–Jonathan Caswell