Poetry Mondays – Song of Myself (Walt Whitman)

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I am the poet of the body,

And I am the poet of the soul. 


The pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me,

The first I graft and increase upon myself . . . . the latter I translate into a new tongue

I am the poet of the woman the same as the man,

And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,

And I say there is nothing greater than mother of men. 


I chant a new chant of dilation or pride,

We have had ducking and deprecating about enough,

I show that size is only development. 


Have you out script the rest? Are you the President?

It is a trifle . . . . they will more than arrive there every

One, and still pass on. 


I am he that walks with the tender and growing night; I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. 


Press close bare bosomed night! Press close magnetic nourishing night!

Night of south winds! Night of the large few stars!

Still nodding night! Mad naked summer night! 


Smile O voluptuous cool breathed earth! 
Earth of the slumbering and liquid

trees! 
Earth of departed sunset! Earth of the mountains misty-topt!

Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! 


Far swooping elbowed earth! Rich apple-blossomed earth! Smile, for your lover

comes! 


Prodigal! You have given me love!. . . . therefore I to you give love!

O unspeakable passionate love! 


Thruster holding me tight and that I hold tight!

We hurt each other as the bridegroom and the bride hurt each other. 


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Poetry Mondays – The Second Coming (William Butler Yeats)

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Turning and turning in the widening gyre   
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
Are full of passionate intensity.

 

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.   
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert   
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.   
The darkness drops again; but now I know   
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Independence Day Poetry – A Nation’s Strength (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

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A Nation’s Strength

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1904)

What makes a nation’s pillars high

And its foundations strong?

What makes it mighty to defy

The foes that round it throng?

It is not gold. Its kingdoms grand

Go down in battle shock;

Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,

Not on abiding rock.

Is it the sword? Ask the red dust

Of empires passed away;

The blood has turned their stones to rust,

Their glory to decay.

And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown

Has seemed to nations sweet;

But God has struck its luster down

In ashes at his feet.

Not gold but only men can make

A people great and strong;

Men who for truth and honor’s sake

Stand fast and suffer long.

Brave men who work while others sleep,

Who dare while others fly…

They build a nation’s pillars deep

And lift them to the sky.

Poetry Mondays – The Tragedy of the Leaves (Charles Bukowski)

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The Tragedy of the Leaves

I awakened to dryness and the ferns were dead,

the potted plants yellow as corn;

my woman was gone

and the empty bottles like bled corpses

surrounded me with their uselessness;

the sun was still good, though,

and my landlady’s note cracked in fine and

undemanding yellowness; what was needed now

was a good comedian, ancient style, a jester

with jokes upon absurd pain; pain is absurd

because it exists, nothing more;

I shaved carefully with an old razor

the man who had once been young and

said to have genius; but

that’s the tragedy of the leaves,

the dead ferns, the dead plants;

and I walked into a dark hall

where the landlady stood

execrating and final,

sending me to hell,

waving her fat, sweaty arms

and screaming

screaming for rent

because the world has failed us

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Wisdom Wednesdays – Your Environment

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Poetry Mondays – All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace (Richard Brautigan)

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I like to think (and

the sooner the better!)

of a cybernetic meadow

where mammals and computers

live together in mutually

programming harmony

like pure water

touching clear sky.

 

I like to think

(right now, please!)

of a cybernetic forest

filled with pines and electronics

where deer stroll peacefully

past computers

as if they were flowers

with spinning blossoms.

 

I like to think

(it has to be!)

of a cybernetic ecology

where we are free of our labors

and joined back to nature,

returned to our mammal

brothers and sisters,

and all watched over

by machines of loving grace.

Life is Beautiful: Simple life Lessons

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- The best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person.

When you’re in love, it shows.
 

The feeling of having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.

Being kind is more important than being right.

No matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with.

The easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.

Life is tough, but I’m tougher.

Opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.

I wish I could have told my dad that I love him one more time before he passed away.

One should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.

A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.

I can’t choose how I feel, but I can choose what I do about it.

Everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you’re climbing it.

Best way to give advice in only two circumstances: when it is requested and when it is a life-threatening situation.

The less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.

Poem of the Day – The Man in the Mirror

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Written By Galo Ramirez Facebook

Some days I sit and think
How did I get here?
I’m so far down a road
I don’t recall I steered

There’s no going back
It’s been so many years
There’s been too many smiles
To drown in all those tears

Regardless of all the danger
I grew strong from fear
I thought I was a man
A man without ears

I didnt want to listen
My pride was in fifth gear
Now I sit here
And God is to my rear

Without God I was blind
With God I see clear
The devil is no lie
The truth, he’s out here

I break free from his chains
Dear Lord watch over me
Watch over my family
My enemies and peers

There is no coincidence
Why God bled tears
Its never too late to repent
God is forever here

Forget what happened yesterday
Your wounds will all heal
Just look at the mirror
And reflect who steered who here

World Cup Soccer & Poetry – “I believe that We Will Win” (Let’s Go USA!!!)

The Game of Soccer

By Kristen-Chantelle Woo

Stadium overcrowded by hooligans and fans
Cheering, waving flags, and clapping their hands

Players on the field, they’re ready to start
There goes the whistle; it pumps up their hearts

Adding strength to the ball, and kicking it high
The ball travels overhead, how beautiful it can fly

Over center field, and still it goes strong
Pass received with ease, and the player runs long

There he goes, for his opponent’s goal
He dribbles through each player; he’s on a roll

He takes the shot, and curves it by
The keeper dives for it, far and high

The goalie misses it; the ball’s in the net
There’s a moment of silence, and no regrets

The winners jump for joy, that win was a must
Opponents, heads tilt down low, they leave in disgust

A player’s life fulfilled is playing world class,
To be playing all year long on the rich green grass

Play with heart, that’s the real answer
Of how to play the true game of soccer. 

I’LL HAVE ANOTHER: DRINKS & BUKOWSKI (T.G.I.F)

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Drinks & Bukowski

Written By Ryan Fu @fu_beatz 

The Sazerac Cocktail

“THE PSYCHE HAS BEEN BURNED
AND LEFT US SENSELESS,
THE WORLD HAS BEEN DARKER THAN LIGHTS-OUT
IN A CLOSET FULL OF HUNGRY BATS,
AND THE WHISKEY AND WINE ENTERED OUR VEINS
WHEN BLOOD WAS TOO WEAK TO CARRY ON”


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The Sazerac cocktail is to New Orleans what the margarita is to the southwest. It is reported to be the first cocktail every invented (at least in the United States). Antoine Amadie Peychaud, a Creole apothecary, is given the credit for first inventing the Sazerac cocktail in the 1830s. In 1795, he immigrated to New Orleans from the West Indies and opened a drugstore called Pharmacie Peychaud. Like many “chemists” of his day, he sold his own patent medicine; Peychaud’s Bitters, a proprietary mix of aromatic bitters said to relive his clients’ ailments. His medical toddy soon became very popular and friends gathered regularly to sample his late-night drinks.

INGREDIENTS

  • 1 sugar cube
  • 1 1/2 ounces rye or American whiskey
  • 2 dashes of Peychaud’s Bitters
  • Dash of angostura bitters
  • Dash of absinthe (can substitute Herbsaint, Pernod, or Ricard)
  • Twist of lemon peel

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Tequila Sunrise

“That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”  -Charles Bukowski, Women

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The primary use of grenadine is to color a drink, which is most evident in a Tequila Sunrise. The Tequila Sunrise is yet another drink in the long procession of cocktails born during the Prohibition era. Marion Gorman and Felipé de Alba, in The Tequila Book, suggest that the Tequila Sunrise was invented at the Agua Caliente racetrack for Californians who spent the night betting on the horses while drinking too much. The cocktail was considered to be a morning pick-me-up for the bettors—hence the name Tequila Sunrise. While absolutely plausible, the story may be just one more instance of the need to historicize a cocktail.

INGREDIENTS
  • 1 1/2 ounces white tequila, iced
  • 4 ounces cold, fresh orange juice
  • Dash of grenadine
  • Slice of orange

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Lemon Drop Martini Cocktail

“I ONLY WANT SWEET PEACE AND KINDLINESS WHEN I AWAKEN — BUT THERE’S ALWAYS SOME FINGER POINTING, TELLING ME SOME TERRIBLE DEED I COMMITTED DURING THE NIGHT. IT SEEMS I MAKE A LOT OF MISTAKES AND IT SEEMS THAT I AM NOT ALLOWED ANY.”

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The lemon drop martini, a drink inspired by the lemon drop candy, has been around since the 80′s, or at least that’s when it became most popular. The original recipe consisted of vodka, fresh lemon juice and sugar, nothing more. It was a simple, easy to make and refreshing cocktail. But unfortunately, over the years bartenders and mixologists have practically ruined this drink by turning it into a sugary, syrupy mess that no longer represents what it used to be in any way. They’ve replaced the fresh ingredients with pre-made mixes and have added things that just don’t need to be there.

INGREDIENTS
  • Fine sugar, for rimming the glass
  • 1 thin lemon wedge
  • 1 1/2 ounces vodka
  • 1/2 ounce freshly squeezed lemon juice
  • 1/2 ounce Simple Syrup
  • Ice
  • Lemon twist, for garnish

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Strawberry Daiquiri

“SHE WAS DESPERATE AND SHE WAS CHOOSEY
AT THE SAME TIME AND, IN A WAY, BEAUTIFUL, BUT SHE DIDN’T HAVE QUITE ENOUGH GOING FOR HER TO BECOME WHAT
SHE IMAGINED HERSELF TO BE.” –
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No one is quite sure who made the first strawberry daiquiri, but the classic daiquiri made without strawberries has quite a bit of history. According to tradition, the daiquiri was created by Jennings Cox, an American mining engineer working in the little town of Daiquiri, Cuba. The story goes that Cox was entertaining guests and ran out of gin, so he turned to mixing rum and lime juice instead of making a gin lime rickey. Chances are, though, that the locals in Cuba had been enjoying daiquiris long before Cox was credited with inventing the drink in 1905. The daiquiri remained a Cuban secret until 1909 when Admiral Lucius Johnson, a US Navy medical officer, discovered the drink and brought the recipe back to the Army and Navy Club in Washington D.C. The drink was further popularized in the 1940s, when strict trade agreements made most kinds of liquor difficult to obtain. Rum, however, remained easy to import thanks to President Roosevelt’s Good Neighbor trade policy, which favored Cuba and other Latin American countries.

INGREDIENTS

  • 1.5 oz Aged Puerto Rican or Jamaican rum
  • .75 oz Fresh lime juice
  • 1 oz Rich simple syrup (two parts sugar, one part water)
  • 1 Strawberry
  • 6 to 10 Ice cubes

Garnish:  Orchid and cocktail umbrella

Glass:  Margarita or wine goblet

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“There’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.”
—The Captain Is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship, 1998

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The sheer amount of sexual puns we could make about this drink are staggering, but for the sake of modesty we’ll refrain. It’s a pretty tasty drink, though! The Amaretto and Irish cream play off each other wonderfully.

Ingredients:

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Caipirinha

“THE NINE-TO-FIVE IS ONE OF THE GREATEST ATROCITIES SPRUNG UPON MANKIND. YOU GIVE YOUR LIFE AWAY TO A FUNCTION THAT DOESN’T INTEREST YOU. THIS SITUATION SO REPELLED ME THAT I WAS DRIVEN TO DRINK, STARVATION, AND MAD FEMALES, SIMPLY AS AN ALTERNATIVE.”

 Sunlight Here I Am: Interviews & Encounters 1963-1993, 2003
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There are many stories about the caipirinha’s origin. The best known is one that begins around 1918, in the state of São Paulo. According to information, the caipirinha as we know it today would have been created from a popular recipe made with lemon, garlic and honey, indicated for patients of Spanish flu—and which, today, is still used to cure small colds. As it was quite common to put a little alcohol in any home remedy in order to expedite the therapeutic effect, rum was commonly used. “Until one day someone decided to remove the garlic and honey. Then added a few tablespoons sugar to reduce the acidity of lime. The ice came next, to ward off the heat,” explains Carlos Lima, executive director of IBRAC (Brazilian Institute of Cachaça). – Wikipedia

INGREDIENTS:

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Coors Light

“THERE WAS NOTHING REALLY AS GLORIOUS AS A GOOD BEER SHIT—I MEAN AFTER DRINKING TWENTY OR TWENTY-FIVE BEERS THE NIGHT BEFORE. THE ODOR OF A BEER SHIT LIKE THAT SPREAD ALL AROUND AND STAYED FOR A GOOD HOUR-AND-A-HALF. IT MADE YOU REALIZE THAT YOU WERE REALLY ALIVE.”

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