Mortal portal
(poetic thought by GeorgeB)
Point of no return…
Turn on the spiral, downward,
Faster, faster, faster
The event horizon ahead,
for sole destination,
a circumference –
heavenly blessing –
nowhere in sight…
Mortal portal
(poetic thought by GeorgeB)
Point of no return…
Turn on the spiral, downward,
Faster, faster, faster
The event horizon ahead,
for sole destination,
a circumference –
heavenly blessing –
nowhere in sight…
Posted in Poetry, Poets, Writers
Tagged circumference, event horizon, point of no return, portal, sole destination, spiral
November fog
(poetic thought by George B)
Love is a smudge of a hand,
on the foggy window
smelling of fog, of a cold November night
making its way through the layers of coats
overcoats, and to cling to skin and bones in a solid embrace – brrrrrrrrr rhythmically –
for few long minutes, dripping on the rugs
with a washing like motions hands reach for heat
almost into the fireplace’s wood fire,
while the fog dissipates.
Posted in IN THE SPOTLIGHT, Poetry, Poets, Writers
I close my eyes
Only for a moment, then the moments gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind, ohh Now, don’t hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won’t another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
The wind
Look in the mirror and tell me
Just what you see
What have the years of your life
Taught you to be
Innocence dyin’ in so many ways
Things that you dream of are lost
Lost in the haze
Hold on, Baby Hold on
‘Cause it’s closer than you think
And you’re standing on the brink
Hold on, Baby Hold on
‘Cause there’s something on the way
Your tomorrow’s not the same as today
Don’t you recall what you felt
When you weren’t alone
Someone who stood by your side
A face you have known
Where do you run when it’s too much to bear
Who do you turn to in need
When nobody’s there
Hold on, Baby Hold on
‘Cause it’s closer than you think
And you’re standing on the brink
Hold on, Baby Hold on
‘Cause there’s something on the way
Your tomorrow’s not the same as today
Outside your door He is waiting
Waiting for you
Sooner or later you know
He’s got to get through
No hesitation and no holding back
Let it all go and you’ll know
You’re on the right track
Hold on, Baby Hold on
‘Cause it’s closer than you think
And you’re standing on the brink
Hold on, Baby Hold on
‘Cause there’s something on the way
Your tomorrow’s not the same as today
Carry on my wayward son,
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I’m dreamin’, I can hear them say:
Carry on my wayward son,
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don’t know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I’m like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say:
Carry on my wayward son,
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more NO!
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life’s no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son,
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry
Don’t you cry no more
#10: Bad Company (Bad Company) as seen in “Scarecrow” 1×11
#9: Laugh, I Nearly Died (Rolling Stones) as seen in “Bloody Mary” 1×05
#8: Well Respected Man (the Kinks) as seen in “it’s a Terrible Life” 4×17
#7: Don’t Fear the Repear (BOC) as seen in “Faith” 1×12
#6:Wanted Dead or Alive (Bon Jovi) as seen in “No Rest for the Wicked” 3×16
#5: Bad Moon Rising (CCR) as seen in “Devils Trap-In My Time of Dying 1×22-2×01
#4: Knocking on Heaven’s Door (Bob Dylan) as seen in “Dark Side of the Moon” 5×17
#3: In A Gadda Da Vida (Iron Butterfly) as seen in “Skin” 1×06
#2:Renegade (Styx) as seen in “Nightshifter” 2×12
#1: Rock of Ages (Def Leppard) as seen in “Swan Song” 5×22
Women in universal painting….
Lyrics Mihai Eminescu
So fresh thou art
Thou scarcely touchest the soft carpet,
The silk on thee doth rustling stream,
From top to toe so light and lofty,
Thou floatest like an airy dream.
From draping folds like purest marble
Thine image unto me appears,
My whole soul on thine eyes is hanging,
Those eyes so full of joy and tears.
O happy dream of love, so happy,
Thou bride of fairy tales, so mild,
No, do not smile! Thy smille doth show me
How sweet thou art, thou gentle child.
My poor eyes thou canst close for ever
With deepest night’s eternal charms,
With thy sweet lips’ sweet fondling, whispers,
Embracing me with thy cool arms.
A veiling thought at once now passes
Thy glowing eyes thus covering:
It is the dark renunciation,
The sweetest yearning’s shadowing.
Thou go’st away and, well I know it,
To follow thee must I no more,
Thou art for me now lost for ever,
My soul’s dear bride, whom I adore.
My only guilt was that I saw thee,
Which I to pardon have no might,
Mine arm I’ll stretch for ever vainly
To expiate my dream of light.
Like holy Virgin’s purest image
In my fond eyes thou will rise now,
The brightest crown on forehead bearing,
Where dost thou go? When comest thou?
gold the color of mustard!
From ‘nsnbc’, by Wayne Madsen (Strategic Culture Foundation).
There is so much supporting evidence on the Internet, that I find it amazing that so few people are aware of current world trends in the setting up of a World Government (NWO).
Many that are aware, have difficulty in comprehending such undemocratic processes being introduced and gaining acceptance by countries’ leaders. I too cannot believe such a state being ‘born’ and put into action, from a human moral and ethics point of view. In the same way that I couldn’t conceive a militant attack on a private home and innocent people being murdered. The sort of thing that should only happen in movies! But no!, it’s a real life scenario.
If one reads the internet news, we learn that such things are really happening. Not any doubt about the authenticity of the reports. To reach a belief about the…
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The niece of a wealthy Philadelphia banker, Drexel inherited a vast fortune and used it to address racial injustice and educational inequality in the US. She established mission schools across the American West and founded Xavier University, the only historically black, Catholic university in the US. In 1891, after becoming a Roman Catholic nun, she founded a society of nuns to aid Native Americans and African Americans. The second US-born saint, Drexel is known as the patron saint of what? More… Discuss
It took 10 years to build the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct, which towers over the River Dee valley in Wrexham, Wales. A feat of civil engineering, it is still in use more than two centuries later, allowing boats to cross the Llangollen Canal about 120 feet (35 m) above the valley. The aqueduct consists of a narrow cast iron trough supported by stone columns and bordered by a railed path that was built so horses could tow canal boats. The span occasionally closes for maintenance. How is it emptied? More… Discuss
It seems disturbingly counterintuitive, but it turns out thattoilet seats are actually cleaner than many kitchen items, including cutting boards, sponges, and dishcloths. The average toilet seat is contaminated with 50 bacteria per square inch. By contrast, the average cutting board is contaminated with about 200 times more fecal bacteria, and the average dishcloth contains 20,000 times the bacteria. Even worse, sponges are a whopping 200,000 times more bacteria laden. If the findings are any indication, people could learn something from the relative cleanliness of their bathrooms and need to take greater pains to keep kitchen surfaces clean. More… Discuss
Sati is an Indian funerary practice in which a widow immolates herself on her husband’s funeral pyre. Though its stated purpose is to purge the sins of the couple and ensure their reunion in the afterlife, the practice has been encouraged by the low status of widowhood. Practiced since the 4th century BCE, sati became widespread in India in the 17th and 18th centuries, and not all instances were voluntary. Today, it occurs rarely, and mostly in remote areas. When was the practice outlawed? More…Discuss
Posted in Educational, SPIRITUALITY
Tagged 4th century, bizarre death, death rituals, funeral pyre, untouchables, widowhood
Laura and Tereza singing Angel by Sarah Mclachlan
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“Angel” Lyrics:
Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there’s always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh a beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
oh and weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you’re in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight life
and everywhere you turn
there’s vultures and thieves at your back
the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don’t make no difference
escaping one last time
it’s easier to believe
in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you’re in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
you’re in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
Do not confuse with Ploughman or Red Ploughman .
Farmer is usually present in several villages folk Fagaras , which is celebrated most industrious lad in the village.
Takes place on the second day of Easter (in Bright Monday ). Spring is celebrated son who goes first to show, in other words, the most industrious lad in the village.
It is a tourist attraction, very beautiful and quite rare. In the past, this objection scattered area was larger, but now they meet again only about five villages Fagaras: Lower Coman , Cuciulata , Parau , Lower Venice , I see .
An ancient custom, like we can meet Mara Valley , the villages Hoteni , Hărniceşti , Şugatag of Maramureş and is called Sangeorz oxen , and one we meet again in Maramures Hoteni. It’s Tanjaua .
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Biserica fortificată și clădirea cu două nivele, datând din anii1776 – 1777, văzute de pe podul șoselei DN1, care traversează râul Șinca, la intrarea în Șercaia |
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Șercaia, mai demult Șerpeni, Sărcaia (în dialectul săsesc Schirkojen, Širken’en, în germană Schirkanyen, Schirkengen, Scharken, în maghiară Sárkány, în latină Sarcam) este o localitate în județul Brașov, Transilvania,România. Este reședința comunei Șercaia.
În cadrul planului de dezvoltare durabilă a județului Brașov[3], localitatea Șercaia face parte din Microregiunea Dumbrava Narciselor, alături de comunele Comăna, Părău, Șinca Nouă, Șinca și Mândra, scopul fiind promovarea regiunii și dezvoltarea de proiecte comune.
The Northern Ambassadors of Music’s choir was composed of students from high schools across North Dakota and Montana and directed by Larry Swingen. We toured the United Kingdom, France, Switzerland, Austria, Italy, Germany, and Greece.
Trouble
Oh trouble set me free
I have seen your face
And it’s too much too much for me
Trouble
Oh trouble can’t you see
You’re eating my heart away
And there’s nothing much left of me
I’ve drunk your wine
You have made your world mine
So won’t you be fair
So won’t you be fair
I don’t want no more of you
So won’t you be kind to me
Just let me go where
I’ll have to go there
Trouble
Oh trouble move away
I have seen your face
And it’s too much for me today
Trouble
Oh trouble can’t you see
You have made me a wreck
Now won’t you leave me in my misery
I’ve seen your eyes
And I can see death’s disguise
Hangin’ on me
Hangin’ on me
I’m beat, I’m torn
Shattered and tossed and worn
Too shocking to see
Too shocking to see
Trouble
Oh trouble move from me
I have paid my debt
Now won’t you leave me in my misery
Trouble
Oh trouble please be kind
I don’t want no fight
And I haven’t got a lot of time
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and with Johnny Cash:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dmhr5bxKzmo
Bumbastories salutes Hank Williams again.
I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry, written by Hank Williams in 1949 is one of Hank’s most poetic and beautiful lyrics, and was one of his greatest songs.
Hear that lonesome whipp-o-will
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I’m so lonesome I could cry
Sung here by Preston Maybank, with background harmonica by Bumba, it is a song that touches something soulful and sentimental.
I’ve never seen a night so long
When time goes crawlin’ by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry
Did you ever see a robin weep?
When leaves begin to die?
Like me he’s lost the will to live
I’m so lonesome I could cry
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I’m so lonesome I could…
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From reading too much, and sleeping too little, his brain dried up on him and he lost his judgment.
Miguel de Cervantes (1547-1616) Discuss
Posted in Educational, IN THE SPOTLIGHT, Uncategorized
Tagged Brain, cervantes, judgment, lost, miguel cervantes, miguel de cervantes
A native southerner and friend of Andrew Jackson, Polk was elected president of the US in 1845. During his administration, the US made large territorial gains. Polk peacefully negotiated the Oregon border dispute with Britain, while the US victory in the Mexican War secured much of the West. Though an efficient and competent president, Polk was exhausted by the time he left office, and he died three months later. Despite his happy marriage, he had no children. What likely rendered him sterile? More… Discuss
In 1988, Cornell University student Robert Morris launched a program supposedly aimed at measuring the size of the Internet. He had designed the ostensibly harmless program to count the computers connected to the small but growing Web by copying itself to each unit. Due to a design flaw, however, the program spread wildly, repeatedly copying itself to some computers and rendering them useless. A large part of the Internet was affected by the so-called Morris worm. What was Morris’s punishment? More… Discuss
Posted in MEMORIES
Tagged computer worm, cornell university student, design flaw, internet worm, morris worm, robert morris
It is not every day that one can witness thousands of sheep crowding the streets of a major city, but that was the sight in Madrid this past Sunday, as shepherds paraded a flock of more than 2,000 sheepthrough the capital. For more than 700 years, Spanish shepherds have had the right to use droving paths that wind across what were once open fields and woodlands for their seasonal livestock migration. As Madrid grew, some of these paths were enveloped by the urban center, but each year, a group of shepherds upholds the tradition and drives its flock through the city. More… Discuss
Also called “cattle plague,” rinderpest was an acute, highly contagious viral disease of cattle with a sudden onset and high mortality. For centuries, it was the most severe infectious disease of cattle. Experiments with vaccination began in the 1700s, but it was not until the 1900s that widespread eradication efforts began meeting with success. In 2011, the UN formally declared rinderpest the second disease ever to have been eradicated in the wild. What was the first? More… Discuss
I is the first letter of the alphabet, the first word of the language, the first thought of the mind, the first object of affection.
Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914) Discuss
Born in Tennessee, Rice began his career as a reporter with theNashville News in 1901 before moving to New York. There, he became known as the “Dean of American Sportswriters.” For decades, he was in charge of selecting the All-American football team for Collier’s magazine. In his widely syndicated column, “The Sportlight,” Rice coined some of sports’ most memorable phrases. What famous quote about winning and losing is derived from one of Rice’s poems? More… Discuss
First performed at London’s Whitehall Palace, Shakespeare’sOthello—a timeless story of jealousy, betrayal, and racism—is still studied and debated today. The play is likely an adaptation of a short story by Italian writer Cinthio called “Un Capitano Moro” and may have been inspired by certain events of the day—such as the arrival of a Moorish delegation in London in 1600. In Shakespeare’s tale, the protagonist strangles his wife, but in Cinthio’s story, she is killed in what brutal way? More… Discuss
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Before the advent of social networks, linguists had difficulty obtaining reliable data to study and track the spread of language. Now, researchers are taking advantage of the social media site Twitter to study the evolution of language over time and the spread of slangphrases and even emoticons.. Researchers at multiple US universities are currently collaborating on a study that will examine 40 million messages from approximately 400,000 individuals from specific locations to see how geographic areas influence each other’s use of language. More… Discuss
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Tagged evolution of language, geographic areas, linguists, slang, social networks, Twitter
A cataract is an opacity of the lens of the eye, which can cause impaired vision or blindness. Because cataracts are a common result of normal aging, most people over age 60 have cataracts to some degree. In fact, cataract surgery is the most common surgical procedure in the US. One early remedy, developed thousands of years ago, involved using a needle to pierce the eye and push the lens out of the field of vision. In what regions is this dangerous, often blinding, technique still employed? More… Discuss