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Gone unto Heaven Unto the Heavens she hath gone Leaving me with an only bun My mother has passed away So got no more time to work on clay With her death, time recalled all hert past While I sailed alone in a boat with one mast I remembered all what she didwithout a fee And how much she eagerly wished to see me Her words are still alive in my mind A lady like her is so hard to find So mother rest in peace We all miss you even my niece Sam Burton Today is Friday, Oct. 3, the 275th day of 2014 with 90 to follow. The moon is waning. Morning stars are Jupiter, Mars and Uranus. Evening stars are Mercury, Neptune, Saturn and Venus.f In 1950, the Peanuts comic strip by Charles M. Schulz was published for the first time. In 1959, The Twilight Zone, with host Rod Serling, premiered on U.S. television. In 1967, Thurgood Marshall was sworn in as the first African-American justice of the U.S. Supreme Court. A thought for the day: The upward course of a nation's history is due in the long run to the soundness of heart of its average men and women. -- Queen Elizabeth II Quotes for the day: A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere. ------------------------ A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five. ------------------------ A hospital bed is a parked taxi with the meter running. J. Marx Every instance of heartbreak can teach us powerful lessons about creating the kind of love we really want. Martha Beck "With the exception of women, there is nothing on earth so agreeable or necessary to the comfort of man as the dog." Edward Jesse "Efforts and courage are not enough without purpose and direction." John F. Kennedy "All you need is the plan, the road map, and the courage to press on to your destination." Earl Nightingale Poetry PLAYBACK Lauren Camp Let there be footfall and car door. Let me be finished with fire. Let the man get on a plane for his morning departure, erasing each reverie. Soon there will be only daylight, maybe a blue envelope, torn. Maybe bracelets of color from the petunias. I will need to know how to recover the familiar, how to open the door in the evening. How to again lock it. Almost everything about me goes unspoken, but commas and colons. I live with this heart rate, multiple times, its direction, its tempo: my 4/4 with acceleration, sometimes tuned to an alternate signature. Think of Brubeck's "Take Five." Those blocky chords were the result of an accident-dead on arrival, they said, after he smashed to the surf. Think how he switched it around, made his hands do what he wanted to hear, and forgive me for the analogy. May I never rush a surge for a better experience. Every Sunday all over the country, apologies gather. When I'm not in this small cottage, unreacting, I cascade sound and a few sentences from a cramped room to whoever will listen. I know some people think it is sinful to love such temptations, but I stay with my face soft against microphone, announcing my moral directions. Sometimes, I'm convinced my blood needs all those crossings. I'm not after absolution. The man I love taught me to want without lyrics. Remember I haven't gone anywhere. I'm in a thirsty way sort of possessive. I shouldn't show you this side of myself. Try to remember I'm also praised for my kindness. We each need to learn to turn off some dreams so we can play hours without creases. About this poem "Sometimes my poems are clearly focused on a single topic, but more and more they seem to need to be about many things because that's how I experience the w orld-so much going on all the time. Given the chance, I'll always try to make c onnections-in this case between jazz, love, humanity and potential error." -Lauren Camp About Lauren Camp Lauren Camp is the author of "The Dailiness" (Edwin E. Smith Publishing, 2 013). She hosts "Audio Saucepan," a global music/poetry program on Santa Fe Public R adio, and lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico. *** The Academy of American Poets is a nonprofit, mission-driven organization, whose aim is to make poetry available to a wider audience. (c) 2014 Lauren Camp. Distributed by King Features Syndicate Health and Beauty Tip No matter what kind of ****** cleanser you use, check what kind of water you have access to. Hard water can be just as detrimental to skin as plain soap, and can dry it out. JOKES Toddler Property Laws 1. If I like it, it's mine. 2. If it's in my hand, it's mine. 3. If I can take it from you, it's mine. 4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine. 5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way. 6. If I'm doing or building something, all the pieces are mine. 7. If it looks just like mine, it's mine. 8. If I think it's mine, it's mine. 9. If I... Oops! I'm sorry, I goofed! Instead of typing in the Toddler Property Laws, I've been typing in Bill Gates' primary business plan. Phone Call A young boy answers the phone. A man says, "Hello is your dad around?" The boy whispers, "Yes." The man then asks if he can talk to him. "He's busy at the moment," the boy whispers. "Then is your mom there?" "Yes" the boy whispers. "Can I talk to her?" "No, she's busy," the boy whispers. "Is there anyone else there?" "Yes" whispered the boy. "Who?" the man asked. "A policeman," came the whispered reply. "Well, can I talk to him?" "He's busy too," the boy whispered. "Is there anyone else there then?" "Yes" whispered the boy. "Who then?" the man asked. "A fireman," the boy whispered. "Can I talk to him?" "No," the boy whispered, "he's busy." Annoyed, the man asked what they were all doing. "Looking for me." the boy whispered. Hard Working? A business owner decides to take a tour around his business and see how things are going. He goes down to the shipping docks and sees a young man leaning against the wall doing nothing. The owner walks up to the young man and says, "Son, how much do you make a day?" The guy replies, "150 dollars." The owner pulls out his wallet, gives him $150, and tells him to get out and never come back. A few minutes later the shipping clerk says to the boss, "Have you seen that UPS driver? I left him standing around here?" Presidential Quotes "If Lincoln were alive today he'd roll over in his grave." --Gerald Ford (president, 1974-77) --- "A friend of mine was asked to a costume ball a while ago. He slapped some egg on his face and went as a liberal economist." --Ronald Reagan --- "I want to make sure everybody who has a job wants a job." --George Bush Football and Confession Years ago, the chaplain of the football team at Notre Dame was a beloved old Irish priest. At confession one day, a football player told the priest that he had acted in an unsportsmanlike manner at a recent football game. "I lost my temper and said some bad words to one of my opponents." "Ahhh, that's a terrible thing for a Notre Dame lad to be doin'," the priest said. He took a piece of chalk and drew a mark across the sleeve of his coat. "That's not all, Father. I got mad and punched one of my opponents." "Saints preserve us!" the priest said, making another chalk mark. "There's more. As I got out of a pileup, I kicked two of the other team's players in the . . . in a sensitive area." "Oh, goodness me!" the priest wailed, making two more chalk marks on his sleeve. "Who in the world were we playin' when you did these awful things?" "Southern Methodist." "Ah, well," said the priest, wiping his sleeve, "boys will be boys." Have a super nice Friday and a very dazzling weekend!
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
Gone unto Heaven
Gone unto Heaven Unto the Heavens she hath gone Leaving me with an only bun My mother has passed away So got no more time to work on clay With her death, time recalled all hert past While I sailed alone in a boat with one mast I remembered all what she didwithout a fee And how much she eagerly wished to see me Her words are still alive in my mind A lady like her is so hard to find So mother rest in peace We all miss you even my niece Sam Burton Today is Friday, Oct. 3, the 275th day of 2014 with 90 to follow. The moon is waning. Morning stars are Jupiter, Mars and Uranus. Evening stars are Mercury, Neptune, Saturn and Venus.f In 1950, the Peanuts comic strip by Charles M. Schulz was published for the first time. In 1959, The Twilight Zone, with host Rod Serling, premiered on U.S. television. In 1967, Thurgood Marshall was sworn in as the first African-American justice of the U.S. Supreme Court. A thought for the day: The upward course of a nation's history is due in the long run to the soundness of heart of its average men and women. -- Queen Elizabeth II Quotes for the day: A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere. ------------------------ A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five. ------------------------ A hospital bed is a parked taxi with the meter running. J. Marx Every instance of heartbreak can teach us powerful lessons about creating the kind of love we really want. Martha Beck "With the exception of women, there is nothing on earth so agreeable or necessary to the comfort of man as the dog." Edward Jesse "Efforts and courage are not enough without purpose and direction." John F. Kennedy "All you need is the plan, the road map, and the courage to press on to your destination." Earl Nightingale Poetry PLAYBACK Lauren Camp Let there be footfall and car door. Let me be finished with fire. Let the man get on a plane for his morning departure, erasing each reverie. Soon there will be only daylight, maybe a blue envelope, torn. Maybe bracelets of color from the petunias. I will need to know how to recover the familiar, how to open the door in the evening. How to again lock it. Almost everything about me goes unspoken, but commas and colons. I live with this heart rate, multiple times, its direction, its tempo: my 4/4 with acceleration, sometimes tuned to an alternate signature. Think of Brubeck's "Take Five." Those blocky chords were the result of an accident-dead on arrival, they said, after he smashed to the surf. Think how he switched it around, made his hands do what he wanted to hear, and forgive me for the analogy. May I never rush a surge for a better experience. Every Sunday all over the country, apologies gather. When I'm not in this small cottage, unreacting, I cascade sound and a few sentences from a cramped room to whoever will listen. I know some people think it is sinful to love such temptations, but I stay with my face soft against microphone, announcing my moral directions. Sometimes, I'm convinced my blood needs all those crossings. I'm not after absolution. The man I love taught me to want without lyrics. Remember I haven't gone anywhere. I'm in a thirsty way sort of possessive. I shouldn't show you this side of myself. Try to remember I'm also praised for my kindness. We each need to learn to turn off some dreams so we can play hours without creases. About this poem "Sometimes my poems are clearly focused on a single topic, but more and more they seem to need to be about many things because that's how I experience the w orld-so much going on all the time. Given the chance, I'll always try to make c onnections-in this case between jazz, love, humanity and potential error." -Lauren Camp About Lauren Camp Lauren Camp is the author of "The Dailiness" (Edwin E. Smith Publishing, 2 013). She hosts "Audio Saucepan," a global music/poetry program on Santa Fe Public R adio, and lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico. *** The Academy of American Poets is a nonprofit, mission-driven organization, whose aim is to make poetry available to a wider audience. (c) 2014 Lauren Camp. Distributed by King Features Syndicate Health and Beauty Tip No matter what kind of ****** cleanser you use, check what kind of water you have access to. Hard water can be just as detrimental to skin as plain soap, and can dry it out. JOKES Toddler Property Laws 1. If I like it, it's mine. 2. If it's in my hand, it's mine. 3. If I can take it from you, it's mine. 4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine. 5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way. 6. If I'm doing or building something, all the pieces are mine. 7. If it looks just like mine, it's mine. 8. If I think it's mine, it's mine. 9. If I... Oops! I'm sorry, I goofed! Instead of typing in the Toddler Property Laws, I've been typing in Bill Gates' primary business plan. Phone Call A young boy answers the phone. A man says, "Hello is your dad around?" The boy whispers, "Yes." The man then asks if he can talk to him. "He's busy at the moment," the boy whispers. "Then is your mom there?" "Yes" the boy whispers. "Can I talk to her?" "No, she's busy," the boy whispers. "Is there anyone else there?" "Yes" whispered the boy. "Who?" the man asked. "A policeman," came the whispered reply. "Well, can I talk to him?" "He's busy too," the boy whispered. "Is there anyone else there then?" "Yes" whispered the boy. "Who then?" the man asked. "A fireman," the boy whispered. "Can I talk to him?" "No," the boy whispered, "he's busy." Annoyed, the man asked what they were all doing. "Looking for me." the boy whispered. Hard Working? A business owner decides to take a tour around his business and see how things are going. He goes down to the shipping docks and sees a young man leaning against the wall doing nothing. The owner walks up to the young man and says, "Son, how much do you make a day?" The guy replies, "150 dollars." The owner pulls out his wallet, gives him $150, and tells him to get out and never come back. A few minutes later the shipping clerk says to the boss, "Have you seen that UPS driver? I left him standing around here?" Presidential Quotes "If Lincoln were alive today he'd roll over in his grave." --Gerald Ford (president, 1974-77) --- "A friend of mine was asked to a costume ball a while ago. He slapped some egg on his face and went as a liberal economist." --Ronald Reagan --- "I want to make sure everybody who has a job wants a job." --George Bush Football and Confession Years ago, the chaplain of the football team at Notre Dame was a beloved old Irish priest. At confession one day, a football player told the priest that he had acted in an unsportsmanlike manner at a recent football game. "I lost my temper and said some bad words to one of my opponents." "Ahhh, that's a terrible thing for a Notre Dame lad to be doin'," the priest said. He took a piece of chalk and drew a mark across the sleeve of his coat. "That's not all, Father. I got mad and punched one of my opponents." "Saints preserve us!" the priest said, making another chalk mark. "There's more. As I got out of a pileup, I kicked two of the other team's players in the . . . in a sensitive area." "Oh, goodness me!" the priest wailed, making two more chalk marks on his sleeve. "Who in the world were we playin' when you did these awful things?" "Southern Methodist." "Ah, well," said the priest, wiping his sleeve, "boys will be boys." Have a super nice Friday and a very dazzling weekend!
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