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Tuesday
Aug172010

The Only Truth, Uncovered Poem of My Youth

I'm going through older and newer things, in packing and reorganizing my life. Below is a poem that I came across. I wrote it at the age of eleven. Although it doesn't sound like the typical voice of an eleven-year-old, I can verify it from several people I let then read it. ;-) (I say that not because I think the quality of the poem is great, but because of its voice.)  I misused a few of those words, as I was just learning them and eager to use all my new words. Also, it does seem a bit self-pitying, but there were some reasons why.

 

"The Only Truth"

by Robin, Age 11


You lay there crying through the night.

Nobody sees your desperate plight.

Torture and putting down, it's all they're giving.

I honestly don't see the point in living.

Nobody sees your desperate tears.

No, nobody even hears.

Nobody hears your desperate cries

To reach above your miseries to the skies.

Indeed, it is a lost world when....

When there is not one true friend.

 

Everyone deserts you in evil mock.

You just wish a kindred spirit at your heart would knock.

The ones whom you trusted left you in desperation.

Destruction seems everyone's destination.

Blasphemy, mockery, hurting, failure all persist.

When does all the acrimony cease to persist.

Joy and love and pleasure were long ago diminished.

If only all the hurting would be finished.

Indeed, it is a lost world when....

When there is not one true friend.

 

Others get joy out of seeing you suffer.

Your world really could not get any tougher.

Someday, we shall make all those who have hurt you pay.

Then, for the whole world. that shall be Doomsday.

Others lay upon you vicissitude.

Couldn't one person have a loving attitude?

Songs and dreams are the only things they can't decapitate.

Self-esteem and silver linings are already victims of their decimate.

Indeed, it is a lost world when....

When there is not one true friend.

 

Times when there is hurt and things are melancholy,

These times have only to pay you with umbrage for the jolly.

When things can't get more reprobate,

Fruition will come in time of need and will no longer be late.

Just look straight ahead above youth dejection.

One day you shall be tops in the election.

Trust me with this, and you, too, will find

Happiness and love will not be far behind.

Indeed, it is no lost world when...

There is hope for just one true friend.

Wednesday
Jul282010

Some Quotes for Your Consideration

I just heard this on CNN Headline News, and had to give it a holler:

"This country is full of hatred for women who are over Size 12." - Joy Behar
"What's wrong with some jiggle?" - Cybill Shepherd

Let's change that.

Sunday
Jul252010

Marta Thought

Marta accepting some presents. I loved to give her things. I often pray she knew how much she was loved.

Saturday
Jul172010

Genocide is Thriving in NYC in 2010

A friend who goes to Prospect Park often tweeted about this tragedy a couple of days ago. Because I am extremely sensitive to animal cruelty, I couldn't bear to let myself think of it at first or read more about it. The more I thought of it, the more outrage I felt. I had to at least try to understand what had happened.

Over 1,500 geese have been murdered in the New York City area for NO good reason this summer. As is stated by professionals, there are humane, nonlethal methods of population control, if that's an issue. As Susan Elbin, conservation director at New York City Audubon, stated in The New York Times article on the topic, "“There are ways to manage birds nonlethally.”

Instead of opting for common sense, a general display of ethics or an ounce of compassion, wildlife murderers, who call themselves biologists and technicians, raided the beautiful, serene park, which the birds knew as home since their ancestors had been brought into the parks from Canada decades ago. These murder-minded individuals captured the geese, thrusting them into small crates, where two or three had to fit in, then took them to a building, then murdered them, as they were horrified, terrified and undoubtedly scared, as they were used to the serene beauty of the park and its surroundings. I'm not sure how long they were in the crate before being given carbon monoxide poisoning and gasping their last breath of life, seeing one another die. Have people no empathy? Are so many people so completely speciest that all compassion has left them? Nobody who does not respect life should be entitled to be called a biologist; the callous acts performed show no respect for life.

The reason cited was one that does not exist. The only geese ever to cause havoc with any airline safety issues were ruled to be far from this region, and it was an isolated occurence. The local geese posed no problem whatsoever, and they have no proof or concrete reason for doing such a heinous act.

There's a Facebook group made in outrage: For the Love of the Geese in Prospect Park.

As a comment left on the New York Times blog on this weighted topic stated, "How sad that New York has so little regard for life and so little imagination."

Wednesday
May262010

Of Sloths

Aside from my precious Marta, this is one of the cutest things I've ever seen.