Friday, May 31, 2019
Purity in Emotion
Childhood...the wonder years...purity in emotion, purity in exuberance and purity in intention...
A fresh slate, a new day, an empty canvas… Children are like the first morning light, the first buds of spring, the first snow flakes falling. The future is always uncertain, but the child lives in the here and now. The past slips away and tomorrow is always for another day. Deep breath, deep thoughts, the power of love, life and nature. God is spinning us around, our open playground with no fences, walls or distractions. Childhood…the wonder years…purity in emotion, purity in exuberance and purity in intention… First loves, first hand held and the first kiss… An empty canvas with splattered colors of red, blue and yellow. A fresh slate spotted with life, love and faith. Is there anything left to paint? NomiSim is what they call her Naomi Simhon Is her name . A Sephardic jew from Israeli and middle eastern descent. She grew up in a small town in New Jersey. A mother to 3 wonderful children whom She considers gifts, and a lucky wife to a loving and supportive husband. Nomi has been dancing for over 20 years and teaching movement for over half that time. By guiding her students in a welcoming and encouraging way, they find their own capability to transform and heal from the inside out. Uncovering thier inner truths, and power, helps them to connect, and feel more alive in a calm and joyous way. Nomi regularly teaches both a self-grounded, fun, ebbnflow movement class, and a traditional vinyasa (flow) yoga class with an Ashtanga influence. Teaching is how she gives back to all her blessings. She is grateful for all she has been given, spiritually and intellectually, and enjoys the opportunity to share it with others. Follow her journey on Instagram @nomisim. Also check out her new website!https://nomisim.com/ #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Thursday, May 30, 2019
Stuff that Makes up a Life
Love doesn't become expendable when we meet someone better looking, smarter or more fun. At least it shouldn't. Only people who are lost themselves will fall to the "grass is greener" ideology perpetuated by this disposable society.
Why do I keep this stuff even though I know I'll never watch or listen? Do I keep them as a reminder for the "good old days"? No, I don't think so... Maybe I keep them to remind myself that things that once inspired wonder are now pretty much useless. It could be a reminder that there are so many things we wish we can have, that we lose sight of how much we do have? Maybe... The only important things in life are the living we are blessed to have in our lives. The other "stuff" are just "stuff" that one day will be worthless and dwarfed by new "stuff" that can do much more, faster, quicker and much better. Love doesn't become expendable when we meet someone better looking, smarter or more fun. At least it shouldn't. Only people who are lost themselves will fall to the "grass is greener" ideology perpetuated by this disposable society. So I hold on to this yellow bag filled with VCR tapes with recorded episodes of Miami Vice, NYPD Blue and LA Law. I hold on to the CD of a Bible class given by one of my personal heroes who has passed away and left a void which no person can seem to fill. I think it's a reminder that all the stuff that I feel I have missed out on, are meaningless compared to all that I have experienced. Or maybe I am simply a sentimental man who romanticizes my past as a respite to the issues that drag me down these days. Issues that one day I know, will seem meaningless and a waste of my precious energy and time. I guess that's what faith and hope are, right? Faith that there is an underlying reason for everything and hope that we avoid becoming relics or useless souvenirs from a time where we once inspired wonder.. #vcr #cds #sentimental #souvenirs #relics #nypdblue #lalawInstagram
Tuesday, May 28, 2019
There is a long path that leads to a long road as a young man walks quickly through the streets and feels he needs to rush for no reason at all. He passes an older man and scoffs at his easy gait and whispers a whisper of disgust. There is a pond they call it malaria, a handwritten sign says, "stay away from there if you know what's good for you." Walking across the wooden bridge it moans with each step as the beanstalk lady comes racing by in her never-ending quest of running… to where? From whom? The old man walks slowly yet watches as the young man r by him and whispers a whisper of disgust. The old man winces and keeps on going. The river to the left of the town is racing towards an ocean, as if searching for freedom in oblivion. The young man passes the old man, once again, a wonders how he made it past him. Listening to his music in a volume was to loud, he scoffs once again and tells himself, "faster, faster." There is a short path that runs parallel to the long path for about a mile. It leads to the old man's home where his Molly is waiting for him to return. (Continued on freddyzalta.com) #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Whispers in Whispers
Walking across the wooden bridge it moans with each step as the beanstalk lady comes racing by in her never-ending quest of running… to where? From whom?
Monday, May 27, 2019
I remember the way you made me see the different colors within a simple shade of blue. Time was on our side back then, the world seemed to spin slower, the sun shone brighter, the moon was always full. The rain only fell and nourished the land while we slept. The grass and flowers were deep, dark and passionate. The smiles, kisses and embraces were always in bloom. The music played clearly, the peeling bells rang for the brides and the organ grinder played "April showers." The peanuts were roasted and sweetened and the aromas of roasted coffee filled the streets. The porches were for welcoming, the stairs were for sitting and the front doors were always left open. We felt alive, were filled with certainty and self pride, however unearned at such a young age. We walked tall, drove fast and took time and love for granted. We were young and unaware of the mysteries that lie ahead. Time is unforgiving, it takes no prisoners and forges few allies... I stand here with some visible and unseen scars, some gray hairs and proof of pasta and sweets consumed. But I still see and feel myself at eighteen. Only a lot more aware of what time and people can do. I am a man who has never cowered or stepped away from anything or anyone. This is my sermon, this is my testimony to a life of being true. I'll pour myself another cup of coffee ☕ and key in memories and listen to time, the times that whisperbstories to me to tell, songs for me to sing and ways for me to dance. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
My pop during WW2 as far as we know he was spared participating in any combat. But always respected the heroes who would fight for freedom for peoples around the world and to safeguard the United States. In memory of all who served... One day is not nearly enough time to express a world's gratitude. In honor of all who have fallen and the ones they left behind, in honor of the ones who put their lives on the line to fight for freedom everywhere and in honor of those who suffer from combat related trauma, I pray that free people throughout the world will salute you and support you. God bless you. #memorialday #pow #mia #kia #usa #army #navy #airforce #marines and all departments which sacrifice for security and freedom.Instagram
Sunday, May 26, 2019
A place to sip coffee, read and do crossword puzzles. Talk to friends and smile at strangers. Sit outside and take in the heat... #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Thursday, May 23, 2019
NYU Convocation Speaker Calls for BDS Against ‘Apartheid Government’ in Israel Another disgusting display of anti semitism. We, as Jewish people are deluding ourselves if we think these are isolated incidents or simply only a criticism of Israel. May no mistake about it this is classic anti semitism. Shades of Germany 1933. #nyu #boycottnyu #istandwithisrael #stopbds #istandwithdemocracy #istandforfreedom #amyisraelchaiInstagram
Free download, today and tomorrow, for your Kindle of "Owned No More, Life of a Salesman" go to Amazon and search my name Freddy Zalta #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #advice #publishmeInstagram
Wednesday, May 22, 2019
Somewhere out by the park, where the birds gather and the squirrels jump and scuttle around. There is a soul searching for his smile, perhaps from a memory or inspired by a child. Somewhere across the grassy expanse, there are children playing and adults complaining about one thing or another. A lake is hidden behind a lineup of elms, birches and oaks, some benches and loose memories blowing with the wind. A young lady with blonde hair is singing a song while several birds try and learn the tune. Suddenly, too quickly, the sun sets and the evening falls with no moon. Somewhere in time... Somewhere... #poets #poetsofinstagram #Brooklyn #somewhere #memories #writersofinstagram #writingcommunityofinstagram #mayday #freddyzaltaInstagram
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
Which Side, Paradise?
Through a window, a phone booth and a stranger, in dark glasses and a blue jean suit. A railroad not far from here and you can feel the ground stutter and shake softly… As the stranger stands on front of an old phone booth, in old New York City… Where the ghosts from the days […]
Monday, May 20, 2019
Through a window, a phone booth and a stranger, in dark glasses and a blue jean suit. A railroad not far from here and you can feel the ground stutter and shake softly... As the stranger stands on front of an old phone booth, in old New York City... Where the ghosts from the days of flappers and rebellion... She is standing and feeling the legends from the past as they dance and drink towards the depression waiting for them on the other side of paradise. Through a window, a phone booth with no phone, a decade with no reason and paradise lost. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #paradise #history #ghosts #newyorkcityInstagram
Thursday, May 16, 2019
I applaud people for making themselves feel better by losing weight or starting a new lifestyle. Just don't try and get me to join. I am comfortable with how I am both mentally and physically. I may not be the best looking guy out there or look the best in jeans, but I am healthy, thank God, and I am dealing with life's ups and downs rather than my waist sizes ups and downs. So I thank you all for hitting me up and trying to get this fat man into a skinny suit, but for right now I am good wearing size 38 jeans. I wish you all true health and true happiness. It's fun once you have that and you can be honest with yourself. You'd be amazed of how much more fun and full life can be. #poetofinstagram #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #writersofinstagram #writer #author #advice #loveurself #loveyourself #embracetruth within and truth will come to youInstagram
Another tear fails, another year passes. The summer flashes by us, the wind blows and the snow begins to fall. The sad eyed lady sits on sand as the waves kiss her and then quickly back away, only to return and then to cede once again... But the impact has been made, the scars on the sand and the wet upon her skin... #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Tuesday, May 14, 2019
Standing alone, searching for some answers, trying to catch some fish on this rainy morning. Walking through the waves as they ebb and flow, wondering what is next for me and how far will I go? Sacred texts, sacred words keep me grounded with a dumb grin. Present tests, complicated questions I feel as if I can win. Is a dream a catalyst for living? Is realized adventures truly just a dream? I feel a tug on my pole, a school of fish are surrounding me. They just be searching for answers in this ebb and flow, filled with chilly water on this rainy day. The answers will come unexpectedly, just like the rain on a sunny day or the ice cream man on a deserted street. Bells ringing and children running. It's all going to be okay. It's all going to be okay. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Monday, May 13, 2019
Time, sifting away, through the holes, cracks and crevices… Leading nowhere in time. Like a deserted cabin in the winter woods, far from any roads or pathways. Time, feel myself drifting away, through the holes in my jeans and the passing of the time. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Sunday, May 12, 2019
A lone rose, floating in a pool, hardened edges and discolored, yet still so beautiful. Another soul, brought into this world, a world that can be so cold, yet kept warm by the mother's love. We each have multiple figures in our world who have raised us, inspired us and have kept us safe, fed and calm. But only one has carried us within and then watched us once out. A love that is unconditional and unbreakable...a mother's love. Like a lone rose, standing tall in a vase, like a sentinel watching, guarding and finally, prodding us on our way. If life is fragile and love is so empowering, then it's the mother who empowers us to stand straight, eat a good meal, don't talk too much but don't be too quiet either. Dream, but live and then live that dream. Love, love and never run from it, regardless of your unique definition of what it means, never stop running towards it and never turn away. Is there anything more gratifying and so predictable as a mother's love? Life can be so contradictory and it can expel everything you once held as sacred... You can be wearing clothing that are torn and tattered, smell like a grease trap and look just as bad. Failed at everything and find yourself homeless and alone... She will still take you inside, run you a bath, set out some clothing and cook you a meal, all with that never waning look of love in her eyes. #mothersday #love #zalta #freddyzalta #mom #foreverInstagram
Friday, May 10, 2019
It's a very special persons birthday today. Can't really reveal her name cause she is not into social media much. Hint: she once went on a blind date with me and was never able to go on another one again. Hint 2: she is beautiful, I mean really beautiful. Physically stunning and then there is her inner beauty which is expressed through her love for the blessed people to have her in their lives. Hint 3: she does lose her temper and patience with me. Doesn't really find me funny, screams for silence when I put on a concert in the shower, (I thought I sounded good), doesn't really care to read my constant writings and finds me irritating... Yet despite all of that, she loves me. Hint 4: when she joined me in matrimony I knew, (and I was told) I had won the lottery. If you haven't figured it out yet, well, let's just keep it that way, cause she'll be kind of upset about me posting about her birthday. Hint 5: she was the first person to read my newest novella. Hint 6: she became a Grandma 6 months ago... #zalta #birthday #imintrouble #loveInstagram
Thursday, May 09, 2019
Wednesday, May 08, 2019
They gave away their lives to protect their homeland. A prayer for the deceased that we only know celebrations of life moving forward. Turn away evil, destroy hatred and embrace love. 🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱 #yomhazikaron #istandwithisrael #amyisraelchaiInstagram
Tuesday, May 07, 2019
It takes a lot of guts to showcase my writing. It's not easy and each time I hit publish I get excited and frightened simultaneously. This is a piece of work I am proud of because I could've easily just tucked it away and forgot about it. It may not be the best written piece I have written but it's been refined, edited, changed, twisted and turned upside down and downside up. Thank you to all who cheer me on as I stepped into the ring. I know I'll get punched and kicked in the... But I also know I will stand back up and go the full fight and in the end, I'll have my arms lifted in victory, my victory. I've done it my way! Now buy the book! #published #selfpublished #author #storyteller #salesman #ownednomore #amazonInstagram
Monday, May 06, 2019
Now available for purchase! Here is a excerpt from my novella - please buy it or ask me for more information. A good salesman has mastered the most difficult and the most vital part of the sale - the selling of himself. It's a one man show, an improv with the spotlight shining directly at you. Other than some basic product information, there is no predetermined script in most cases. When you walk into a room everyone notices because you have that dynamic persona. You adjust automatically to the audience you face - it is you and them. You smile, you look your audience in the eyes and you greet them all individually. Your handshake is firm and your smile is wide. You can sell yourself to anyone - you must be convinced of that otherwise you will fail. Even though it's the products, manufacturing or the retailer's compliance list that sometimes can cause a hiccup or kill sales; in the end whether an appointment is successful or not - it's all on you. There is no pointing fingers, there are no excuses and you don't have the time for that anyway. Believe me a lot of the time there are fingers to be pointed and excuses to be made. But it doesn't mean shit when your bank account is dwindling and you have bills to be paid. Con Edison and Verizon don't give a damn whether the shipping department did not follow Wal-Mart's compliance procedures correctly. American Express and Visa could give two shits about the dock workers strike which caused the delays in shipments from China; which caused the order to be canceled. Which caused the commission check to never be written or deposited in the bank account that is now hovering at $159.23. When you are given a product to sell you become obsessed. Your mind takes it on as an appendage - you daydream and stay up at night thinking about different ways you can sell, market or improve the product. You drive all the people in your life crazy; you are in a tunnel and you are focused. No one else can understand the obsession. No one can respond quickly enough to your requests because you live with a sense of urgency not shared by anyone else. #keepwriting #writingpoetry #writinggoals #writingabook #writingcommunityofinstagramInstagram
“OWNED NO MORE, THE LIFE OF A SALESMAN”
by Freddy S. Zalta Now Available on Amazon (available for Kindle and Paperback) Now available for purchase! All his life Freddy Goodwell has been selling himself or other accessories. No salesman makes all the sales – he has had success selling to some people and has not even made a dent with others, all part […]
Sunday, May 05, 2019
Imagine you have a neighbor who is constantly throwing grenades at your house, endangering your family and your life. You tried talking, you tried paying them off and you tried giving them part of the land you own in order to placate them. Yet they still throw grenades and pray for your destruction. What would you do? #istandwithisrael #istandwithfreedom #1948reasons #amyisraelchai #whatwouldyoudo #reason1948Instagram
Friday, May 03, 2019
I liked this. Feeling kind of impatient with circumstances. Like waiting on the bus on a rainy cold day. You understand? #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Thursday, May 02, 2019
Where is the Song? and some other snippets
What is the melody, where is the song? Searching through the jukebox, searching through this collection of records… Was the song simply another stolen memory? Poetic metaphors about confusion and love abound…simply hidden confessions… Empty roads, trains running across bridges and the lucky old sun. Couples walking and slowly diverging into separate paths… One leading […]
Wednesday, May 01, 2019
Each year we promise to "never forget" and vow "never again" xenophobia is the cause and death is the effect. A prayer for accepting all differences on this day of rememberance. Too many people have died simply for being different. Embrace diversity it's the beauty of this world. #keepwriting #writingpoetry #writinggoals #writingabook #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #advice #acceptance #diversityInstagram
Behind each window is someone's home. Their lives are lived within the walls of those rooms. Do you know what they feel? Do you know the shadows that haunt them? Do they stand at the window and stare towards the horizon, hoping, dreading or fleeing from... What? Does she think of me when the sun collapses and the evening begins? Does he regret the words he should have said but just couldn't translate his feelings for words? Is the old lady still painting her face and fixing up her hair, thinking that her husband is waiting for her somewhere... Do the children still play in the courtyard while their mother sits on the bench remembering herself from another time and wondering where that person is? Does that old couple still dance to Sinatra, all dressed up and in love? Does life and love exist behind each window or is it simply hundreds of stage plays or stories? #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #advice #brooklyn #behindthewindows #loveInstagram
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