Very Short Quotes

I’m not okay, you’re not okay, and that’s okay. — Sheldon Kopp

We wish we were otherwise, and that is our hell, our resistance to Life. — Stephen and Ondrea Levine, Who Dies?

I have found out who I am and I have no intention of impersonating anyone else. —  George Sheehan, Running and Being

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NOT the FIRST TIME

Written by Alex Henderson February 3, 2020 Alter Net

President Donald Trump has not been shy about berating anyone who doesn’t “stand proudly” when the United States’ national anthem is playing at sports events. But a video posted on Instagram shows Trump moving around quite a bit when “The Star-Spangled Banner” was playing during the Super Bowl on Sunday.

The Miami Herald’s Sarah Blaskey notes that the video “shows Trump greeting guests, adjusting his chair, and straightening his suit jacket as other attendees — including First Lady Melania Trump and their teenage son — stand with their hands over their hearts. As ‘The Star Spangled Banner’ crescendos, Trump raises both of his hands in the air, and twirls them around as if conducting the music.”

Blaskey notes that the brief video, which has also been posted on the Miami Herald’s website, was “included in an Instagram story by a real estate agent for a Russian-American firm who frequents Mar-a-Lago and other Trump properties and events.”

Trump has been especially critical of African-American football stars who have opted to “take a knee” during “The Star Spangled Banner” as a way of protesting racial injustice.  Above: Much earlier post of nonchalant Trump.

 

 

 

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Anonymous Poem on Loneliness

The poem below appeared in Guy’s Hospital Gazette,  the Newsletter of Greenwich District Hospital, London, on February 2, 1974. It was written by a lady in a geriatric ward and found in her locker after she died by staff who thought her incapable of writing.

POEM ON LONELINESS

What do you see, nurses, what do you see?

Are you thinking when you are looking at me–

A crabbit old woman, not very wise,

Uncertain of habit with far away eyes.

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply,

When you say in a loud voice, “I do wish you’d try.”

I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still

As I rise at your bidding , as I eat at your will.

I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother

Brothers and sister who love one another;

A bride soon at twenty my heart gives a leap

Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;

At twenty-five now I have young of my own

Who need me to build a secure happy home;

At fifty once more babies play round my knee,

again we know children, my loved one and me;

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead

I look to the future I shudder with dread.

My young are all busy rearing young of their own.

And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known.

I’m an old woman now and Nature is cruel

‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body it crumbles, grace and vigour depart.

There is now a stone where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcase a young girl still dwells

And now and again my battered heart swells,

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,

And I’m loving and living all over again.

And I think of the years all too few–gone too fast

And accept the stark fact that nothing will last.

So open your eyes, nurses, open and see,

Not a crabbit old woman, look closer–see me!

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Anodyne – poetry reblog

Exquisite. I can’t think of another word.

alifelesslived

wp-1580691188964.jpg Langkawi Island, Malaysia – December 2019

I am Liquid bone
Sieved through time
Strained against a life
Of rivers flowing
And ending in seas

I am flesh torn and rubbed raw
A collection of imprints
Unraveling like blue tattoos
Across pale moonlit skin

I am the covering of all
And of nothing, boneless
Inappropriately mentioned
Sour on your tongue

I am parts, a discard
Disembodied but full
Following no rules
I pattern at will

I am you, who sees
Beyond borders
And secrets
Quiet now, be still

Link to my Ebooks on my homepage.

©Gina@alivelesslived
Trust you heart if the seas catch fire ~ e.e cummings

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Pro-Life?

**Alternet reports:

“We command all satanic pregnancies to miscarry right now” — Special Adviser to the White House Faith and Opportunity Initiative Paula White

Maybe it’s just me, but commanding someone to miscarry doesn’t seem very pro-life in my book… https://t.co/bvmgNgjfQI

— Libertarian-In-Chief (@ToddHagopian) January 26, 2020

**As prayed for by Trump’s Spiritual advisor

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Thinking about something else…

Author Unknown

DEAR ANCESTOR

 

 

 

 

Your tombstone stands among the rest;

Neglected and alone.

The name and date are chiseled out

On polished, marbled stone.

It reaches out to all who care

It is too late to mourn.

You did not know that I exist

You died ere I was born.

Yet each of us are cells of you

In flesh, in blood, in bone.

Our blood contracts and beats a pulse

Entirely not our own.

Dear ancestor, the place you filled

One hundred years ago

Spreads out among the ones you left

Who would have loved you so.

I wonder if you lived and loved.

I wonder if you knew

That someday I would find this spot,

And come to visit you.

 

Image: goldenhummingbird.com

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When Honesty Honestly Doesn’t Pay

On the other hand…

Capricious Poet

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When Honesty Honestly Doesn’t Pay

What if a small lie…

Could help the truth slide by
help someone who’s gone astray
sometimes it’s just the best way.

What if the small lie…

Would help someone feel better
make the world a nicer place
save another person’s face.

Honesty is the key
it’s plain to see
it’s a great policy;
to some degree.

What if the truth hurts…

Just remember to keep it small
it can get you through another day
when honesty honestly doesn’t pay.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2020

Written with Poets And Storytellers United for an open prompt (originally Poets United.)

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