Friday, November 29, 2019
SPRKS IN CSF: Alex Trebek and Jeopordy....
SPRKS IN CSF: Alex Trebek and Jeopordy....: A lex Trebek , the longtime host of American television quiz show Jeopardy, has… announced he has cancer. In a video posted on Wednesday,...
Saturday, November 16, 2019
SPRKS IN CSF: Hikikomori (but i am no hermit)
SPRKS IN CSF: Hikikomori (but i am no hermit): Hikkomori, I say is how to be....now Yet breathe I do, Hence despite the shrink-films of now, Breathe I do... indeed I do So the now...
SPRKS IN CSF: Hikikomori (but i am no hermit)
SPRKS IN CSF: Hikikomori (but i am no hermit): Hikkomori, I say is how to be....now Yet breathe I do, Hence despite the shrink-films of now, Breathe I do... indeed I do So the now...
Hikikomori (but i am no hermit)
Hikkomori, I say is how to be....now
Yet breathe I do,
Hence despite the shrink-films of now,
Breathe I do... indeed I do
So the now may need to shrink unto itself, until it explodes ,
Thus , hikkomori, I may not be, I need not be ,I be never so ....
(poem by -pc3-Nov ,15,2019)
Yet breathe I do,
Hence despite the shrink-films of now,
Breathe I do... indeed I do
So the now may need to shrink unto itself, until it explodes ,
Thus , hikkomori, I may not be, I need not be ,I be never so ....
(poem by -pc3-Nov ,15,2019)
Thursday, October 31, 2019
SPRKS IN CSF: In the coming days...
SPRKS IN CSF: In the coming days...: Somewhere far , in the coming days , Talks of some report is astir, The mouse ran up the clock, Restless, uncertain,yet the clock struck...
In the coming days...
Somewhere far , in the coming days ,
Talks of some report is astir,
The mouse ran up the clock,
Restless, uncertain,yet the clock struck,
Announce the time ,it must ...
Shifting sands in the Sahara and Gobi moves,
Unrelated , here Muller moves ; on goes the day,
Slow , slow , slow yet... crows the sun...
As it rise for its slow move ,all just a perception of day,
Yet in a fantasy in the arctic, the polar bear and the seals hope,
That the ice stays as a real block, so they can too...
Elsewhere plans to shift news is astir,
Just so ,what's a tiny satellite, if not for friends, eh...
New ruses, to a muses' shift ,so shift the sands and ice ,
The mouse ran down the clock, search for its burrow, it must...
(a poem by -pc3,march 2019)
Talks of some report is astir,
The mouse ran up the clock,
Restless, uncertain,yet the clock struck,
Announce the time ,it must ...
Shifting sands in the Sahara and Gobi moves,
Unrelated , here Muller moves ; on goes the day,
Slow , slow , slow yet... crows the sun...
As it rise for its slow move ,all just a perception of day,
Yet in a fantasy in the arctic, the polar bear and the seals hope,
That the ice stays as a real block, so they can too...
Elsewhere plans to shift news is astir,
Just so ,what's a tiny satellite, if not for friends, eh...
New ruses, to a muses' shift ,so shift the sands and ice ,
The mouse ran down the clock, search for its burrow, it must...
(a poem by -pc3,march 2019)
Friday, October 18, 2019
SPRKS IN CSF: Elijah Cummings
SPRKS IN CSF: Elijah Cummings: I feel unmoored, sad and shocked , For a Giant who shone the light ,held it up standing tall His words gave me hope for this country, a...
Elijah Cummings
I feel unmoored, sad and shocked ,
For a Giant who shone the light ,held it up standing tall
His words gave me hope for this country, and hence the world ,
Now that light falters , none to hold it,rise so in stature,
None to fill in , None to loudly call to the light, the way,
I sigh, feel the weight of a mantle of lost hope ,
The envelope we all feel ,is darkness pressing down,
For the keeper of light is gone to his eternal sleep,
His voice just a memory, we sigh,hopes to still trudge on ,
On the right path, we plod on;
These days we need you more...
Carry your voice within , stay in hope always .
(poem by PC3, 10/17/2019)
For a Giant who shone the light ,held it up standing tall
His words gave me hope for this country, and hence the world ,
Now that light falters , none to hold it,rise so in stature,
None to fill in , None to loudly call to the light, the way,
I sigh, feel the weight of a mantle of lost hope ,
The envelope we all feel ,is darkness pressing down,
For the keeper of light is gone to his eternal sleep,
His voice just a memory, we sigh,hopes to still trudge on ,
On the right path, we plod on;
These days we need you more...
Carry your voice within , stay in hope always .
(poem by PC3, 10/17/2019)
Monday, October 7, 2019
SPRKS IN CSF: Ode to monarchs
SPRKS IN CSF: Ode to monarchs: The leaves are golden , warm jewels, they flit and fall, At times in one fell swoop , sway with the breeze , Then to hug the ground and ...
Ode to monarchs
The leaves are golden , warm jewels, they flit and fall,
At times in one fell swoop , sway with the breeze ,
Then to hug the ground and lay, blanket for the roots ;
Stay awhile oh sunshine,oh stay to warm our hearts,
The Monarchs have had their vote
All to soar with the wind and blow south they must,
Warmth of old times , just a memory in our hearts ...
To us all left in these cold times,we dream of the warm sun,
Team up and fly they must,
Just as all monarchs new and old ,
Flock to their shores , they must,
Force of their selves remain,unto their own they be true
Care for their selves, just so, unto them their prime goal
Come spring , hope awakens ,past the freeze to our souls,
Hopeful we search , for the greening of branches,
Hope for the sun , that stood the test of time,we all hope again...
(poem by pc 3 - 10/06/19)
At times in one fell swoop , sway with the breeze ,
Then to hug the ground and lay, blanket for the roots ;
Stay awhile oh sunshine,oh stay to warm our hearts,
The Monarchs have had their vote
All to soar with the wind and blow south they must,
Warmth of old times , just a memory in our hearts ...
To us all left in these cold times,we dream of the warm sun,
Team up and fly they must,
Just as all monarchs new and old ,
Flock to their shores , they must,
Force of their selves remain,unto their own they be true
Care for their selves, just so, unto them their prime goal
Come spring , hope awakens ,past the freeze to our souls,
Hopeful we search , for the greening of branches,
Hope for the sun , that stood the test of time,we all hope again...
(poem by pc 3 - 10/06/19)
Tuesday, March 12, 2019
SPRKS IN CSF: Alex Trebek and Jeopordy....
SPRKS IN CSF: Alex Trebek and Jeopordy....: A lex Trebek , the longtime host of American television quiz show Jeopardy, has… announced he has cancer. In a video posted on Wednesday,...
Alex Trebek and Jeopordy....
Alex Trebek, the longtime host of American television quiz show Jeopardy, has… announced he has cancer. In a video posted on Wednesday, Mr Trebek, 78, says he has been…Trebek has hosted Jeopardy since 1984.....
The news was shocking to me. Some how I never expected our dear jeopordy host to ever become sick, least of all sick with one with the gravest prognosis of all... But hope is what my life is built on,hope with a generous helping of faith intermixed with skepticism is how i picture the base layer of structural integrity that holds what I call 'my life' . Jeopardy played an integral part in my life- I want to thank Alex Trebek and jeopardy for giving me back life with the bits of identity that was left, rebuilding it to once again a me that is me... my life that could have been lost , along with the loss of future for another generation.As I held on to hope without knowing that it was hope , all those many years ago when an accidental meeting with a jeopardy clue sparked my life back into its own from the tattered and broken bits ...
Hope is hope , and so I hold tight as I navigate my day, with a tiny prayer and belief in miracles and hope for Alex Trebek to fight those invasive run amok cells , holding them all in check.
That first clue's answer, coming out involuntarily like my own inspirational breath moved a first step in my mind and unlocked a past where I had loved books, where words had joy and lightness was knowledge. That may have been just one of the many steps in a combination of complex steps that unbound my own mind held me hostage to the ravages of PTSD. Something clicked and the locks then started to unravel...To finally feel , to breathe, to be free to read, to freely think , to talk , all that took time and is still a slow path, but it does seem to go a bit faster despite periodic 'stuckness'. These days when my children visit we are all loud with our answers, when I watch it alone, I am just happy, just with the sense of reward to myself ...the joy of that simple pleasure is its own reward.
I do wish and hope the treatments will hold those unruly cells (all of them)in check, and pray and hope with all our hearts for his health. I am hopeful of the newer treatments coming out, fell they hold sparks of hope in them ...
The news was shocking to me. Some how I never expected our dear jeopordy host to ever become sick, least of all sick with one with the gravest prognosis of all... But hope is what my life is built on,hope with a generous helping of faith intermixed with skepticism is how i picture the base layer of structural integrity that holds what I call 'my life' . Jeopardy played an integral part in my life- I want to thank Alex Trebek and jeopardy for giving me back life with the bits of identity that was left, rebuilding it to once again a me that is me... my life that could have been lost , along with the loss of future for another generation.As I held on to hope without knowing that it was hope , all those many years ago when an accidental meeting with a jeopardy clue sparked my life back into its own from the tattered and broken bits ...
Hope is hope , and so I hold tight as I navigate my day, with a tiny prayer and belief in miracles and hope for Alex Trebek to fight those invasive run amok cells , holding them all in check.
That first clue's answer, coming out involuntarily like my own inspirational breath moved a first step in my mind and unlocked a past where I had loved books, where words had joy and lightness was knowledge. That may have been just one of the many steps in a combination of complex steps that unbound my own mind held me hostage to the ravages of PTSD. Something clicked and the locks then started to unravel...To finally feel , to breathe, to be free to read, to freely think , to talk , all that took time and is still a slow path, but it does seem to go a bit faster despite periodic 'stuckness'. These days when my children visit we are all loud with our answers, when I watch it alone, I am just happy, just with the sense of reward to myself ...the joy of that simple pleasure is its own reward.
I do wish and hope the treatments will hold those unruly cells (all of them)in check, and pray and hope with all our hearts for his health. I am hopeful of the newer treatments coming out, fell they hold sparks of hope in them ...
Monday, March 11, 2019
SPRKS IN CSF: In the coming days...
SPRKS IN CSF: In the coming days...: Somewhere far , in the coming days , Talks of some report is astir, The mouse ran up the clock, Restless, uncertain,yet the clock struck...
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