Wednesday, July 20, 2016

I'm So Pretty, Pretty is as Pretty Does

When I smile I get pretty
When I feel pretty, I’m happy
When I’m happy, I get witty
When I’m witty, I join committees
When I join committees,
I escape to other cities
It’s a pity I can’t be happy all the time
But I discovered if I smile and laugh
It’s as though a seraph sits on my shoulder

Laugh all you want but I laugh
And the world loves me back,
I get no flack, get the knack
Smile on through to the other side

I’m ignored by riffraff and sales staff
Not sure it it’s a blessing or a curse
I love the world,
The world loves me
Like two turtle doves
Being natives in the jungle
The world and me
Have the world to ourselves
All I have to do is laugh
Wear a smile on my face
And very simply put~
Wearing a smile is how I get happy




Sunday, July 17, 2016

Keeping Promises ...

Promises we keep and promises we forget...

In looking through my emails to find an email from a seller wanting me to review a bluetooth stereo headset, I came across an email from a person, written in 2013 and I'm not certain I did what I promised.

Back then, November 26th, 2013, The Cartier Street Review received an email from a person, who called himself Jeremy. I don't recall the email itself, but in my email history I see our correspondence. I basically informed "Jeremy" that sending a website to the magazine is not a way to get published - unless one of our editors visited the page and found either art, poetry or began an interview with the person about their art.

With this frame of reference we continued our dialogue with me telling him everything I read on his webpage is true but I don't know what to do with it. Also the links to the pages I was attempting to access did not work that day. But today, every link worked perfectly and never to late: violet on the spot ~ and so, I am sharing now.

On the website of this person, who insisted way back in our email correspondence of July 24th, 2013, that they wish to remain anonymous, I saw and heard some pretty cool things, and as everyone always says and I believe myself, BETTER LATE THAN NEVER.

AND FOR THIS REASON I GIVE THIS LINK TO ANONYMOUS'S WEBSITES.

LISTEN TO THE MUSIC:

http://www.heartofeternal.org/ark/aud/02_pnubalistych.mp3

http://www.heartofeternal.org/ark/aud/02_pnubalistych.mp3

http://www.heartofeternal.org/ark/aud/07_warcry.mp3


Anonymous is clearly talented and very diverse.

Poetry

Just browse through this maze of art ~

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

RANTING ON ABOUT LIFE’S A BITCH AND THEN YOU DIE

From one day to the next, week to week
Nothing changes much
Everyone’s out of touch
Hoard our pennies
Cat sidles up, rubs against my legs
Throws herself on the floor, begs
Paws raised, belly open, submissive to her fate
Suddenly on her feet, ready
To attack Magick cat
I can’t figure out why Cleo’s
So mean to Magick
Boils down to animal instincts I guess
We cannot help but be who we are
Cleo puts on a show
All about the importance we attribute
To behavior that gives it importance
Gives powers, molds us into
Who we want to be, how we see
Everything on our planet evolves
From how we humans attribute importance
Like a rule we live by
I should have been dead if not
For protection spells a fairy put over me
I lived in a private hell
Lost on the edge of a consonant
I meander through verbs and adverbs
Synonyms, antonyms and homonyms
I’m the master of
A fucking weird word disaster
My world’s spinning faster
I’m not a Christian, I’m a Jew
Through and through
No holds barred
Jesus is my brethren, my brother
From a Jewish mother and father
Jesus is the original Christian
Like you, me too
Buddhists told me reflect on death daily
So I won’t fear it
Really I said, “Is that so, will that work?”
At six I obsessed about death,
Couldn’t imagine that one day
I’ll not be here
Continued reflecting in my teens
Longing for success, I digress,
I confess, my life’s a mess
My restlessness came to possess me
Tried to access the truth
For days I roamed the desert
Of my mind
And still couldn’t find the
Answer to my despair
Came to the conclusion
Life’s not fair,
No one cares
Jealous of my flair
I dare to emerge
Can’t merge into someone else’s shoes
Submerged & locked in a smoke laden room
Sunk in a funk in godforsaken mess
I’ll pack my bags to see where it takes me
Slice a sapphire in half and
Become part of the trinity

Friday, July 08, 2016

PEACE TO ALL SENTIENT BEINGS

Summer’s here but the living’s not easy
Humidity abates here and there,
The air’s pretty hazy
Time’s Square still sleazy
Closed public seating there
Get all our food – from who knows where
When I think about it, get scared
Easy times are rare
Life’s very unfair
Especially for animals on factory farms
Want us to think our meat’s here by charm
Nothing’s very clear
If we were to witness animals' suffering,
Their atmosphere, no space, no air,
Living in their excrement
How many of us could bear
The suffering, does anyone care?
I sit here in my chair waiting
For the rain to come to clean
Dirty city air
Wild horses corralled
by helicopters in the air
Taken to slaughterhouses in Mexico
Denied food or water, hundreds of thousands
By our inhumane society and made into dog food
Marilyn Monroe, a humanist through and through
Exposed this in her last film, the Misfits, in 1961
Look it up online at American Wild Horse Preservation
Trying to deal with so much cruelty
Horrors, animals’ torment
The world’s not what it’s meant to be
Take a deep breath,
Ask who cares?
How do us humans dare?


Words From Great Minds To Remember:

“A righteous man regards the life of animals” – PROVERBS 12:10; 

“If you have men who will exclude any of God’s creatures from the shelter of compassion & pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men” – ST. FRANCIS OF ASSISI; 

“Never, never be afraid to do what’s right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society’s punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way.” – MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.;

“I hope to make people realize how totally helpless animals are, how dependent on us, trusting as a child must that we will be kind and take care of their needs…(They) are an obligation put on us, a responsibility we have no rights to neglect, nor to violate by cruelty….” – JAMES HARRIOT; 

“The greatness of a nation & its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated” – MAHATMA GANDHI


PEACE TO ALL SENTIENT BEINGS

Summer’s here but the living’s not easy
Humidity abates here and there,
The air’s pretty hazy
Time’s Square still sleazy
Closed public seating there
Get all our food – from who knows where
When I think about it, get scared
Easy times are rare
Life’s very unfair
Especially for animals on factory farms
Want us to think our meat’s here by charm
Nothing’s very clear
If we were to witness animal’s suffering,
Their atmosphere, no space, no air,
Living in their excrement
How many of us could bear
The suffering, does anyone care?
I sit here in my chair waiting
For the rain to come to clean
Dirty city air
While wild horses corralled
by helicopters in the air
Taken to slaughterhouses in Mexico
Denied food or water, hundreds of thousands
By our inhumane society and made into dog food
Marilyn Monroe, a humanist through and through
Exposed this in her last film, the Misfits, in 1961
Look it up online at American Wild Horse Preservation
Trying to deal with so much cruelty
Horrors, animals’ torment
The world’s not what it’s meant to be
Take a deep breath,
Ask who cares?
How do us humans dare?

Wednesday, July 06, 2016

THREE SHORT POEMS

WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT?

He’s either a Cancer, a Capricorn or a Scorpio
Maybe just a sociopath
He’s a different sort of guy who
Perfectly jells with your alter ego’s abilities
He acts as though they have a spell upon each other
People in love
He’s a doctor or a lawyer, a newspaper man
A news feature writer, a painter
His words are smooth
Easy to see he’s telling the truth
Handsome, winsome,
Irresistible, he’s made for you and me

PHOTO OF THE CHILD YOU WERE

I see the little boy inside your eyes
Hidden away from prying eyes
Longing to be freed
A little boy hurt inside
Longing for a pinned on Sherriff’s star
You want to get back to where you used to be
To your red knit hoodie
Your favorite to wear as a little boy
Soft brown eyes shine through
The dichotomy of your discontent
Sherriff’s pin emblazoned
on your little boy’s red hoodie

The he you see isn’t the he inside

I AM THE MUSIC IN ME

Everyday I reinvent
Myself to discover who I am
I used to be somebody
Now I’m someone else
Lost inside my own mind
I’m coming through
Got a message in a bottle
I knit, crochet, & do macramé,
I nurture cats, plants, people, and money
I don’t play music to create
My heart beats with the music in me




Tuesday, July 05, 2016

busy busy busy

It's unbelievable that one can spend so much time writing reviews but I do on Amazon. I take photos of items I'm reviewing and post them along with my reviews. http://www.amazon.com/gp/profile/A2HOPYNO8PMUHP?ie=UTF8&ref_=ya_your_profile

It's kind of nice but gets a bit crazy. I get a lot of items that my friends beg me for, like friends of mine who have teenage daughters love the makeup brush sets I get which are generally worth about 20 to 30 bucks.

I'm a little off centered but wanted to post some photos from the park and from my reviews and other stuff.

All of the photos of items are items I received free in exchange for unbiased reviews at Amazon. It kind of surprised me when it happened. How it happened is that an online friend told me that I should review every item I purchase at Amazon and that then I'd probably get chosen by various sellers as a reviewer. And this is exactly what happened!






food scale I received for review.

bluetooth headphone I received to be used with iPad, iPod, or phone. 


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collapsible colander - I love this items - what a space saver for us folks living in small apartments. 





plastic utensils look like the real thing - silver with designs!




Lexis Grover from Outpatient Asylum performing.
Alexandra Roth's artwork