Life Encapsulated
Infant
A newborn adds impetus to parent’s lives
Giving meaning, direction, a goal to strive
Unfulfilled dreams now hopefully passed on
Progeny will achieve them for all, thereon
Toddler
Sandcastles near the ocean get cheerfully made
Harbingers of happy future homes are portrayed
Weaving dreams in spontaneous joy with childish spades
A happy family enjoying sun and sand, without shades
Old Age
Life encapsulated like a perfect cameo
A single entity transitioned from a duo
Rewinding their journey from its onset
Hoarding moments, treasured vignettes
The first forty years of life give us the text; the next thirty supply the commentary on it.
Arthur Schopenhauer , German, Philosopher Quotes
You can never really live anyone else’s life, not even your child’s.
The influence you exert is through your own life, and what you’ve become yourself.
Eleanor Roosevelt , American, First Lady Quotes
Your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life.
Chuck Palahniuk (1962 - ), Invisible Monsters, 1999
In the transmission of human culture, people always attempt to replicate, to pass on to the
next generation the skills and values of the parents, but the attempt always fails because
cultural transmission is geared to learning, not D.N.A.
Gregory Bateson, “Mind and Matter”
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Bruised
Bruised n broken
Dejected n rejected
I cried why
This rain of uncalled for
Verbal physical hurled abuse
I cried why
I was same as always
Loving n giving, you were not
I cried why
What changed you
What demons rode you
I cried why
Bruised n broken
Cringing n curling
I cried why
You lashed vituperations
Your hands smarted
My spirit cringed, cried why
Abuse in any shape n form
Had no place in our lives
What drove you- I cried why
My life with you flashed by
Shared joy has turned to sawdust
Our lives together now a bust
In shame I hide my plight
For mortifications of suffering
Your abuse, I cried why
Tomorrow is another day
Recriminations appeal not
Have to start over, no rehash
I no longer ask why
Bruised n broken
I gather n stitch pieces of self
To start over
Chin up
With dignity
I thumb my nose
I no longer ask why!!!
The only cure for contempt is counter-contempt.
H. L. Mencken
1880-1956, American Editor, Author, Critic, Humorist
A fly may sting a stately horse and make him wince; but one is but an insect, and the other is a horse still.
Samuel Johnson
1709-1784, British Author
Originally Published: October 2, 2008
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Little
Little fledgling waves
Little warm gestures
Little feel good cuddles
Little care banishing cares
Little magnanimity galore
Little love, lots of huddle
Little wine to lots befuddle
Little feathery strokes
Little control to let go
Little steam to whistle
Little screams to whittle
Little understanding
Little forgiving
Little forgetting
Little bloodletting
Little pampering
Little understanding
Little heeding
Little ego feeding
Little pandering
Little love squandering
All Little hydra heads
ADD UP TO
MAMMOTH EXPECTATIONS
Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolutions.
Kahlil Gibran, 1883-1931, Lebanese Poet, Novelist
Be true to your teeth and they won’t be false to you.- Soupy Sales
note: nothing is insignificant, all is meaningful!!!
Originally Published: October 1, 2008
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Lofty Skylight
Akin to a mirrored globe aglow
Throwing gobs of light in disco
A skylight filtering light inside
Shadow etchings kaleidoscopic wide
Intricate bright and dark patterns
Throwing relief in stark caverns
Utilitarian sparse towering open squares
Gain a personality with such light wares
A meteoric shower like a firecracker burst
Architect’s beam assuages his creative urge
Segregation, barriers figure not in disbursal
It spreads hope to all n everything, universal
A unifying force is this high floodlight verily
Taking from ignorance to knowledge merrily
Light gives of itself freely, filling all available space. It does not seek anything in return;
it asks not whether you are friend or foe. It gives of itself and is not thereby diminished. ~Michael Strassfeld
Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness. ~Chinese Proverb
There are two kinds of light - the glow that illumines,
and the glare that obscures. ~James Thurber
You can’t have a light without a dark to stick it in. ~Arlo Guthrie
There are two ways of spreading light; to be the candle
or the mirror that reflects it. ~Edith Wharton
The hero is the one who kindles a great light in the world,
who sets up blazing torches in the dark
streets of life for men to see by. The saint is the man
who walks through the dark paths of the world,
himself a light. ~Felix Adler
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather,
always bring your own sunshine. ~Anthony J. D’Angelo
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Light
Rearing its head, attacking
Light dragon, swallows night
Whole, uncurling stretching
Sun’s chariot is heralded
Gold rays streamers, countless
On their march, inexorably
Glide in their stride, gilding
Despairing blooms droopy
Sleepy faces yawning, gloomy
Brighten with onset of light
Forgetting hardships’ sharp bite
Sins and sinners all cloaked
By night, suddenly exposed
Pushed into glaring limelight
Day follows night with no ifs n buts
Invisibles become visible stunning
Light’s deft sleight of hand and lo presto
Magic is sprinkled in most unlikely spaces
Artificial or natural, light creates wonder
In tiny innocent unknowing eyes, enthralled
By treasures hereto hidden in darkness of night
Light and shadow are two faces of same entity
Tied to one another like music is to lyrics, ditty
Like fact and fiction are tied to same occurrence
Perceptions are different for extroverts, introverts
Day and Night are same person’s split personalities
One has to die to give life to the other, unconditionally
The light shines in the darkness and the darkness comprehended it not.-Bible ,Sacred Scriptures of Christians and Judaism
Beautiful light is born of darkness, so the faith that springs from conflict is often the strongest and the best.-R. Turnbull
I keep the subject of my inquiry constantly before me, and wait till the first dawning opens gradually,
by little and little, into a full and clear light.- Sir Isaac Newton,1642-1727, British Scientist, Mathematician
It’s not necessary to blow out your neighbor’s light to let your own shine.-M. R. Dehaan
The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake.
There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.
Henry David Thoreau
1817-1862, American Essayist, Poet, Naturalist
Sometimes it takes darkness for us to find the light.–Ben Lucian Nosferatu
Light is the symbol of truth.- James Russell Lowell 1819-1891, American Poet, Critic, Editor
If I could define enlightenment briefly I would say it is ”the quiet acceptance of what is.”
Wayne Dyer 1940-, American Psychotherapist, Author, Lecturer
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.
Carl Jung 1875-1961, Swiss Psychiatrist
In this world, which is so plainly the antechamber of another, there are no happy men. The true division of humanity is between those who live in light and those who live in darkness. Our aim must be to diminish the number of the latter and increase the number of the former. That is why we demand education and knowledge.
Victor Hugo
1802-1885, French Poet, Dramatist, Novelist
Originally Published: September 14, 2008
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