Not A Chance

You are a very good poet and I have read your work before. Your words remind me of the Sufi poet Rumi. This is a huge compliment. Hugs, Barbara

Sounds of the Son

A drunken laugh is not a laugh
A drunken dance is not a dance
They are but half hearted happenings
That know nothing of romance

A drunken smile is not a smile
A drunken glance is not a glance
They are but half hearted hankerings
From the soul in a weakened stance

A drunken love is not a love
A drunken chance is not a chance
They are but half heart handlings
Of time given, and its advance

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My son SuperMan

I am glad he wasn’t hurt. Blessings for you and your family. Good luck with the labor and delivery. Hugs, Barbara

Traces of the Soul

Chatting briefly with an artist/writer/blogger  I just discovered tonight, the topic of super heroes came up.  Mine was none other than Superman.  I had evolved from the Black and White television show watching Clark Kent act awkwardly and gauche with Lois Lane and then swiftly change in his super uniform which was not that exciting in B & W. But the comics!! Well, they had colour and stories the imagination could take me away for hours. Television had not quite caught up yet with the images in those comic books.

I eventually grew out of Superman and into real men…haha, married and had children…((((rewind part way)))); my son was 2 ½ and I was 8 months pregnant.  Oli’s superhero was SpiderMan. We even had the 20 inch stuffed doll that we had to carry everywhere especially the daycare.  He did however, also like Superman and often wore a T-shirt I…

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Love One Another

We are all One family living in One world.

We are all One family living in One world.


” Love one another, but make not a bond of love:

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.

Give  one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous,  but let each one of you be alone.

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.

For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together yet not too near together:

For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.


—-Khalil Gibran, From The Prophet


Rumi's words

Rumi’s words

” Age does not protect you from love but love to some extent protects you from age.    —Jeanne Moreau


Alert! : Death Squads Bake Civilians in Ovens : Syria

For those of you who are young, this is what Hitler did to Jews, PolesAnd Gypsies”



On December 14, it was reported by Ziad Fadel of Syrian Perspective that death squads operating in Syria had once again committed a massacre against civilians, this time in a town known as Adra. Fadel claimed that Christians, Druze, and Alawites had been specifically targeted and that many had been killed by being burned alive in bakery ovens.

Target-SyriaOn December 16, RT confirmed Syrian Perspective’s reports both of the massacre by the death squads, as well as the gruesome methods used to kill some of the victims.

At this time, it is being reported that at least 80 civilians have been executed by death squad forces currently occupying Adraa, a town located northwest of Damascus. Like the Maaloula nuns, many other civilians have been kidnapped in order to be held for ransom or as human shields.

RT Arabic correspondent Abultaleb Albohaya, reporting on the ground in Syria, stated,

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