via Instagram http://ift.tt/2BHEFTT
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Sunday, December 24, 2017
Saturday, December 23, 2017
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.
Labels:
2017 at 02:13PM,
baseball,
December 22,
Essays and Commentaries,
Freddy Zalta,
mlb,
umpires
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
Thank you @let_my_people_know “Today, for the simple act of deciding where to put our embassy, the US was forced to defend its sovereignty. The record will reflect that we did so proudly. Today, for acknowledging a basic truth about the capital city of Israel, we are accused of harming peace. The record will reflect that we reject that outrageous claim.”—Nikki Haley at UN Security Council defending US decision to recognize Jerusalem as Israel’s capital. #ThankYou #NikkiHaley #istandwithisraelforever #jerusalemInstagram
via Instagram http://ift.tt/2z56uTX
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.
Labels:
2017 at 02:26PM,
December 18,
eternal faith,
faith,
fire,
Freddy Zalta,
poetry,
Some Poetry
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
via Instagram http://ift.tt/2AVtoPg
Sunday, December 17, 2017
Thursday, December 14, 2017
Inspirational wordsn and perfect timing, written by @cherisrour thank you for allowing me to share! Be the person who wakes up with purpose & intent. Be the person who shows up & never gives up. Be the person who believes anything is possible and is willing to work for it. When a child is learning how to walk & falls down 50 times, they never think to themselves, “Maybe this isn’t for me.” Let’s take a note from them. But, the first step is you have to say that you CAN. You’ll get there when you get there - just as long as you do not stop. I may not be able to do the things you do, but I’ll never give up. 🙅🏻♀️ #BecauseICanInstagram
via Instagram http://ift.tt/2CivolO
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
Thursday, December 07, 2017
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
via Instagram http://ift.tt/2ACm2Tl
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.
Labels:
2017 at 07:00AM,
bridge,
December 07,
Freddy Zalta,
Some Poetry,
tbt
Wednesday, December 06, 2017
My favorite. She portrays a character that is broken but still stands up and does what needs to be done. A swimming pool of emotions in her eyes which are not only windows to her soul, but to the fictional character she inhabits so well. Beautiful, talented and intelligent... #thisisus @chrissymetz @mandymooremmInstagram
via Instagram http://ift.tt/2zUsuCg
Tuesday, December 05, 2017
Monday, December 04, 2017
Friday, December 01, 2017
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)