Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Photograph, from another time, same soul, smile and twinkle in his eyes #tbt #picoftheday #1973 #zaltaInstagram


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Friday, December 22, 2017

Keep the Humans in Baseball

I find it difficult imagining a computer umpiring a baseball game. The umpiring is as much a part of the game as the players themselves. They are human. They make mistakes, they perform their tasks passionately and to the best of their ability. That is why there are so few Major league players and umpires in comparison to how many there are in the world. The best of the best make the cut.

Monday, December 18, 2017

World of Ashes and Darkness

But where were you last night?  After the blessings were made, the songs were sung and the happiness digested in your name? Please turn back the clock and make this right again. 

Where are you tonight? Please turn back the clock so we can set this world right.  Where were you last night? When the fires of faith destroyed all that was sacred? We pray, we believe and we fall into your arms; footsteps in the sand, disappear so quickly yet we still believe you are carrying us just when we need you to. Answers to these questions - we draw blanks and fill them up with excuses to free you from any blame, any responsibility for the pain that will live on forever. We believe because it is engrained within us - we believe in you - the omnipotent, timeless, who's flame is eternal. But where were you last night?  After the blessings were made, the songs were sung and the happiness digested in your name? Please turn back the clock and make this right again.  In a world with so much sadness, madness and pain - we look to you for guidance to set us on our feet again. We need you...we need you to put out the fires, dampen the fuse, ease the pain and to help love reign again. You have your reasons, we can never understand...Yet, we believe your eternal flame will save us just as the flames atop of the menorahs will enlighten us, just as the chariots of fire will bring redemption and light to a world of ashes and darkness. Miraculous occurrences dampened by the tears cried - save us, save us from ourselves.  In this time of instant change, we wait patiently for your salvation - we wait patiently for your salvation... #bde #poem #eternalflameInstagram


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Thursday, December 07, 2017

With some missing pieces #Thursday #gq #picoftheday #photolabInstagram


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Released, set free, give me that key… Cell doors open, clouds are clearing and the sun is shining once again. The lake is cold, almost iced. The fishing boats are moored or placed on dry land. On dry land… Where we played as children, I stand as an older man. Where we once ran, I walk across the bridge and I stand, overlooking the water, the ice and the memories are frozen in time. In the shadows I see Emily and myself, holding hands walking up that hill. In the shadows I see my friends and I sitting in the grass, laughing… I search among the shadows created by a bright light, I remember those promises we made. I hide within the shadows thinking of those lies we once told. About Independence from the enforced thought processes. Father’s and mother’s fear fueled panic trying to protect us from a life of consequences. Dark nights lit up by a full moon, reflections off the lake, a symmetry of darkness and light. Separated by sporadic clouds blown in by the icy wind, then blown away in it’s time. Released, set free, where are we now? Where has it all gone? Cell phones ringing, clouds in my coffee and the sun is setting above the elevated platform on Mcdonald avenue in Brooklyn. The lake has dried up, there’s a condo there now. Deserted cars, stripped for any part that can be sold, left tireless and rusted. On dry land… We walk as older men, older women and we keep on walking to avoid any pause. In the shadows I see an old friend and she looks at me with a smile. A quick wave and she closes the door behind her. We once held hands, even embraced each time we’d see each other; on the bridge, on the street or anywhere. I search within and I find an old spark of life, tomorrow will be here soon and I am ready… For the sun, for the moon, for the sweet endings and for the nerve ending beginnings. Step on the gas, drink a cup of coffee and remember. #poetryoftheday #photolab #poem #newwriting #bridge #picofdayInstagram


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Remember

In the shadows I see Emily and myself, holding hands walking up that hill. In the shadows I see my friends and I sitting in the grass, laughing... I search among the shadows created by a bright light, I remember those promises we made. I hide within the shadows thinking of those lies we once told. About Independence from the enforced thought processes. Father's and mother's fear fueled panic trying to protect us from a life of consequences.

Friday, December 01, 2017