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November 8, 2015

The Dark

Closing my curtain

I shut out the night

And the fireworks

Celebrating something

but precisely what

I am uncertain.

While beyond my drapes

The dark

patiently waits …


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Published on November 08, 2015 13:01

Poem by an Unknown Soldier Written During WWII

drewdog2060drewdog2060:

In honour of those who fought and died for freedom I am re-blogging this. Kevin

Originally posted on Sarah's Bookshelf:

Today’s post is a little different. As Rememberance Sunday, I thought I should post something topical, something that will allow us to remember those who died, and what they fought for.

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Stay with me God, the night is dark!

The night is cold; my little spark

Of courage dims, the night is long.

Be with me God and make me strong....

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Published on November 08, 2015 11:03

Penelope’s Complaint

Don’t give me all this stuff about sacking Troy.

You have been shacked up with some girl or boy!

You spin me a line

About men turned into swine.

I am sick of hearing of Circe

And your struggle to be free

Of her.

I’m fed up with affair after affair!

As for that painted nymph

On a plinth

Calypso

No doubt she let you go

When she saw how you guzzle your food

In a manner most rude.

Or was she a prude

And was it your language so crude

That caused her to shout

And throw you out?!

Be off once more to...

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Published on November 08, 2015 09:07

Lotus

I have wandered long

battling strong

waves

that have dragged comrades to their graves.

Now on this island I could stay

for lotus takes the pain away.

Those who eat of the flower

lose many an hour

in sweet dream.

Penelope is far.

The star

shines above.

I see love

and peace.

My journeying could cease

here.

Yet I fear

the gods

who rob

men of peace.

No, my wanderings may not cease.

I must to my deck.

The island now a mere speck

on the skyline.

I must trust to the divine

who rule

we mortal fools.


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Published on November 08, 2015 03:29

“La Belle Dame sans Merci” by John Keats

I have long been intrigued by John Keat’s poem “La Belle Dame sans Merci” (“The Beautiful Lady Without Mercy”).

“O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,

Alone and palely loitering?

The sedge has withered from the lake,

And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,

So haggard and so woe-begone?

The squirrel’s granary is full,

And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,

With anguish moist and fever-dew,

And on thy cheeks a fading rose

Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the mea...

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Published on November 08, 2015 02:21

VR

Is man’s destiny to slowly fade away?

to be lost in perpetual play?

The gosimer thin thread

in his head

breaks

and he takes

a step over the abyss

to wallow in bliss

where machines dream

and Alice is not who she seems.

The sun rises.

There are prizes

For the movers and shakers.

To be caught in a movie maker’s

dream,

a scene

from which there can be no escape.

As we roll with the never ending tape.

(The above was prompted by an article in yesterday’s Guardian, http://www.theguardian.com/busines...

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Published on November 08, 2015 00:42

November 7, 2015

Fruit

The fruit grows within easy reach.

How simple to take a peach

Or plum.

How delightfully does temptation come.

The juice turns to gall.

Better to let the fruit fall

or be gathered by other hands.

But desire commands

us to pick

and sip.

The devil’s tune seems sweet

and once our feet

begin to dance

We have no chance

To stop

but must waltz until we drop.


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Published on November 07, 2015 07:18

My lover, Lord Alfred Douglas.

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Wilde’s “The Ballad of Reading Gaol” is moving and well worth reading. Kevin

Originally posted on e-Tinkerbell:

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Lord AlfredDouglas, nicknamed Bosie, was ayoung aristocratandpoet, the youngest son of the Marquess ofQueensberry. He looked like an angel: fragile, with averypalecomplexion,blonde hair and blue eyes, but often appearances can be deceptive and this case was no exception. The story of his relationship with Wilde began in 1892. Bosies’s cousin, Lionel Johnson,...

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Published on November 07, 2015 05:03

November 6, 2015

Silk And Lace

Silk and lace.

Those legs.

Her face.

She leaves

not a hair out of place.


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Published on November 06, 2015 23:54

Amazon Improves the Integrity of the Customer Review System

Originally posted on chrismcmullen:

Image from ShutterStock. Image from ShutterStock.

AMAZON IMPROVES CUSTOMER REVIEWS

What makes customer reviews helpful to other customers, and thereby also helpful for sellers, businesses, authors, and even Amazon?

It’s when other customers can trust the review system. Without that trust, reviews become utterly useless.

BOOK REVIEW CHANGES IN 2012

Amazon made its first major improvement to the customer review system in late 2012.

That’s when Amazon blocked and removed countless...

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Published on November 06, 2015 06:34