Marilyn Monroe without makeup. Just wow.

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Here Are Two Examples: Hopeless And Helpless?

TOWER AND FLIGHTS

This picture says a thousand words about the new generation…sad

Deanna Melton Cooper (a facebook share)

Deanna Melton Cooper (a facebook share)

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I Am THAT Woman

Poignantly simple

Live Your Dreams 24/7

Blown by the wind, flown by the waves
I am the woman who listens to your raves

Pushed by the passer, groped by the teaser
I am the woman who lives as the pleaser

Accused by the words, bruised by the swords
I am the woman who kneels before the lords

Used by the man, abused by the woman
I am the woman, every other woman…

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‘While the Bombs Fell’ by Robbie Cheadle and Elsie Hancy Eaton

via ‘While the Bombs Fell’ by Robbie Cheadle and Elsie Hancy Eaton

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Walking On Graves

Darkness releases the shadows where it’s safe to hide
The battle’s been fought, all thoughts have died.
Mindful of steps that beckon beyond
The graves with no voices that cannot respond.

Pain surrounds and walks close at hand.
Only in agonising madness is it safe to stand.
Escape is fiction, there’s nowhere to abscond
Except to graves with no voices that can respond.

Once there was beauty where now ugliness stands
Time was a treasure that was ripped from the hands.
Imagination is suffocated by the billowing fronds
That grow on the graves where nobody responds.

Warriors were warriors on one frightful day,
When life came along and swept them away.
Now they’re dead and the life they’re beyond
As they rest in their graves and never respond.

Dreams always vanish as the guns are fired
And the ground swallows the bodies of those expired.
Graves don’t always carry the names of the dead.
But we all walk on bodies wherever we tread.

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The Widow’s Son

From Caleb and Linda Pirtle:

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The Widow’s Son by Daniel Kemp is both an intriguing piece of writing and intriguing in terms of the genre of the political thriller. Daniel Kemp has created a tightly paced, engaging narrative presenting his reader with a murky, soiled, strangely exciting world of power and corruption.

This is a dark world of spies, lies, and deceivers, and from his newly created position as head of the British Joint Intelligence Committee, and with only one or two people he can trust, Daniel Kemp’s protagonist, Patrick West, realizes that he has a potential disaster on a worldwide scale; nothing short of a war on humanity, to circumvent.

And how is the narrator going to achieve this with deception on such an extensive scale?

Nothing is clear for him; why this promotion? Whom can he trust?

In a way, this book can be viewed through the lens of appearance and reality. I’m surprised I hadn’t thought of this before. After all the book is subtitled “lies and their consequences.”

Whom can Patrick West believe?

Whom can the reader believe?

Daniel Kemp has given us an engaging narrator, but how reliable is he?

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because i am a dog.

I didn't have my glasses on....

An adorable Shiba Inu named Ken-kun in Hokkaido, Japan remarkably runs his own sweet potato stand. 

The watchful dog politely tends to whatever the customer needs, however, he is not able to accept payment. That situation is solved with a slot in which to put the money.

Customers need to have the exact amount (or be willing to leave the rest), as a sign on the front of the stand reads:

“Because I am a dog, I can’t give you change.”

“the dog lives for the day, the hour, even the moment.”

-robert falcon scott

sources: Lori Dorn, laughing squid

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Mother’s Day – Great Start . . . Crap Finish!

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It would have been too much to ask for a perfect day, wouldn’t it?

It started well.

I’d requested a Cornus plant/shrub thingy from my son, Matt, and went into great detail re colour and size. Yes, I would have loved a tree-size one BUT I’d visited the plant centre a week earlier and saw the price of the tree-size ones, and to be frank I didn’t think I was worth that much. That’s a bit sad isn’t it? But you know me – the original shrinking violet. Shut up it’s true!

So, knowing Matt obeys my every fancy and whim (mostly) I was pretty confident that a lovely little Cornus would produce itself from Matt’s car boot come Mothering Sunday.

10.00 a.m. arrived and right on time (another quality he gets from me – always being on time) his work truck chugged to a halt outside the house and…

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Puzzled By Life

I am riddled by the predicaments
That have confused certain things.
I cannot understand why some judge others
And officiate as though they are Kings.

I find it somewhat bewildering
As they are never in the wrong.
But yet condemn others
Simply because they don’t think they belong.

If you base your assumptions
On things that are difficult to fully comprehend,
Then unless your knowledge is extensive
Where will your pomposity end?

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Do You See?

Death comes to those who are right and those who are wrong.
Death is a gift for the weak and the strong.
Death has no quarrel over religion or skin.
Death takes the righteous and those that do sin.
Death has no friends but some seek its hand
Death has no feeling, but does understand……

That the past has been lived and now it has died.
The future’s not certain and that makes some terrified.
The present is all we’ve got and it’s ours to be used,
But life created death and death is not confused.

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