English Emma Blooms

by William Shakespeare (from Macbeth, spoken by Macbeth)   Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,  Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,   To the last syllable of recorded time;  And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.   Out, out, brief candle!  Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,   That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,   And then is heard no more.  It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Every day you play with the light of the universe. Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water. You are more than this white head that I hold tightly as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands. You are like nobody since I love you. Let me spread you out among yellow garlands. Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed. Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window. The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish. Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them. The rain takes off her clothes. The birds go by, fleeing. The wind. The wind. I can contend only against the power of men. The storm whirls dark leaves and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky. You are here. Oh, you do not run away. You will answer me to the last cry. Cling to me as though you were frightened. Even so, at one time a strange s

Dreams are a chequered commentary made In sleep along the deeps of our desires Moving like riddles through a magic glade Lightly they touch the leap of hidden fires John Bradburne http://www.johnbradburne.com/ John Bradburne converted to Catholicism and moved to Zimbabwe to work at the Mutemwa Leprosy settlement. Interesting man... He was murdered in 1979 during the war for independence. He described himself as a "Strange Vagabond of God".

I am sorry I hit cat but he was knocking down my tower, which was really high and it was going to space I am sorry I took all the paper off the toilet roll but my bottom was still dirty and I had to make it really clean . I am sorry I woke you up but I didn’t want to be in my bed anymore and I wanted you to get up too I am sorry I drew on your new sofa. You were in the kitchen and weren’t playing with me. I am sorry I partially dislocated your retina. I just wanted to see what would happen if I stuck my finger in your eye. I am sorry. 10/19/08 8:41 AM

Jun 17, 2008 from The Barefoot Boy by John Greenleaf Whittier Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! .... O, for boyhood's painless play, Sleep that wakes in laughing day, Health that mocks the doctor's rules, Knowledge never learned of schools, O, for boyhood's time of June, Crowding years in one brief moon, When all things I heard or saw Me, their master, waited for. I was rich in flowers and trees, Humming-birds and honey bees; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides! Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as boyhood can! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every more shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat: All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, A

The phone rings… Sorry I returned your call Seems, Love did not matter at all Matters… In Love, were all Mad Hatters? Is it hope for better, makes us close the door Seeking, searching, missing and longing Forever a fool we are, then without thought History matter not, today from each other… We want more… Bad was now good and so it feels Good alone is good, bad together we seek Achilles’ heel Love, understanding of myself, only then am I worthy I am with fault, yet patient, anger I want not within Return with fault, need patience, and present harmony As one, can be worthy, two for war Brian paul

A new poet is publishing his work on my blog! Here is the first poem by Brian Bookmyer ; Anything & Everything exists but only for a moment. I want not... for today will be tomorrow and I love my yesterday's full of nothing. I have a heart... and still sometimes feel beaten. I enjoy good eatin'... but then all I have is crap. I bought a car... and threw away the key... great joy in nowhere to go. In all matters... victory exists only within whom is still Smiling. - Brian Bookmyer  

Dreamland Lyrics There's a land that I have heard about So far across the sea (repeat) To have you all, my dreamland Would be like heaven to me (repeat) We'll get our breakfast from the tree We'll get our honey from the bees We'll take a ride on the waterfalls And all the glories, we'll have them all And we'll live together on that dreamland And have so much fun (repeat) Oh, what a time that will be Oh yes, we'll wait, wait, wait and see We'll count the stars up in the sky... ...And surely we'll never die Bunny Wailer Dreamland lyrics

What we want by Linda Pastan What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book and these things bear our names— now they want us. But what we want appears in dreams, wearing disguises. We fall past, holding out our arms and in the morning our arms ache. We don't remember the dream, but the dream remembers us. It is there all day as an animal is there under the table, as the stars are there even in full sun.

A Poem Of Friendship We are not lovers because of the love we make but the love we have We are not friends because of the laughs we spend but the tears we save I don't want to be near you for the thoughts we share but the words we never have to speak I will never miss you because of what we do but what we are together nikki Giovanni

one of my favorites: Time (Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour) 7:06 Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say.

Ingredients  Serves: 4  • 1 cup plain flour • 1 teaspoon salt • 2 large eggs, preferably free range • 300ml water, milk or beer • a twist of black pepper • 2 tablespoons cooking oil or lard • 6-8 sausages of your choice Method Prep:15min  ›  Cook:45min  ›  Ready in:1hr  • Mix the flour and salt in a large bowl. Make a hollow in the centre and add the eggs. • Mix whilst gradually adding the liquid. Use a whisk to beat out any lumps of flour. • Leave the batter to stand, the longer you can leave it the better, I personally make my batter the night before and then leave in the fridge overnight. • Heat the oven to 428f (gas mark 7). Heat the lard or cooking oil in a high sided roasting tin, add the sausages and cook for 10 minutes. • Place the roasting tin over a high flame until the fat smokes (the pan and oil must be very hot), pour in the batter and return to the oven. Bake for 25 - 30 minutes and serve.

heart emoticon  STRAWBERRY CREAM CHEESE COBBLER  heart emoticon   1 stick (1/2 cup) butter 1 egg, lightly beaten 1 cup milk 1 cup of all Purpose flour 1 cup sugar 2 Teaspoons baking powder 1/2 teaspoon salt 2 quarts whole strawberries, washed and tops off 4 oz cream cheese, cut into small pieces. Preheat oven 350 degrees. melt butter and pour into 9 x 13 inch glass baking dish. in a small bowl mix together the egg,milk,flour,sugar,bakin g powder, and salt. Pour directly over the butter in the baking dish, but do not stir. Add the strawberries,arranging in a single layer as much as possible. Sprinkle cream cheese pieces over strawberries. Place in preheated oven and bake for 45 minutes or until top is golden brown and edges are bubbling. 

Ingredients For the filling • 1 tbsp oil • 8–10 rashers smoked streaky bacon • 9 eggs • 4 tbsp whole milk • salt and freshly ground black pepper For the pastry • 2 cups flour • good pinch of sea salt • 2/3 cup chilled butter, diced • 1  egg Preparation method • To make the filling, heat the oil in a large non-stick frying pan. • Cut the bacon rashers in half and fry over a medium heat for 4–5 minutes until the fat is golden and crisp, turning them once. • Remove the bacon from the heat and leave to cool. Place a sturdy baking tray in the oven and preheat to 375F • For the pastry, pulse the flour, salt and butter in a food processor until the mixture resembles fine breadcrumbs. • Whisk the egg with a tablespoon of cold water and pour onto the flour and butter mixture with the motor running. Continue blending until the dough begins to form a ball. • Turn the pastry out onto a lightly floured board, knead quickly into a ball and cut in half. • Roll out one half

Roast Potatoes Ingredients 1kg Maris Piper potato 100g duck or goose fat fat (for a luxurious taste), or 100ml/3½fl oz olive oil 2 tsp flour Maldon salt, to serve Tip Crispy spuds To get really crispy roast potatoes, make sure the fat or oil is really hot before you add the potatoes.  Method • Put a roasting tin in the oven (one big enough to take the potatoes in a single layer) and heat oven to 200C/fan 400F 180C/gas 6. Peel the potatoes and cut each into 4 even-sized pieces if they are medium size, 2-3 if smaller (5cm pieces). Drop the potatoes into a large pan and pour in enough water to barely cover them. Add salt, then wait for the water to boil. As soon as the water reaches a full rolling boil, lower the heat, put your timer on and simmer the potatoes uncovered, reasonably vigorously, for 2 mins. Meanwhile, put your choice of fat into the hot roasting tin and heat it in the oven for a few mins, so it's really hot. • Drain the potatoe

DESIRED -Emma Kalinowski ...the ruins of a great estate          the lady of the manor                     put everything at stake                            for the tender touch of a stable hand and who can blame her ? Her child          taken from her                   the lunatic asylum                            her home                                     her price the sumptuous          scornful                   masochistic torture                            we call   desire catlike, it pads up and down                   the perimeter of our lives                            and to make room for it          child                     husband                            status                                     reason must go It is never happy,          only triumphant                   it destroys When it moves on          loneliness reveals its ruin

Joel…. (Thoughtful, ticklish, sociable, cuddly, fearless, eager to crawl, lover of   parties,   his family,   his pets, needing attention, devotion,   tenderness, feeling confident, optimistic, content, giving smiles, hugs,   hope, living   in a little white shuttered yellow house, across from a park, in Indianapolis) …Kalinowski 12-30-2004

 Truths: “They pull the S E X out of sex. If you're lucky, they will go from having sex pretty much daily to maybe once a week. They lose interest in foreplay, so don't expect it much anymore if you had a lot of it. They are open for receiving anytime, though. They are spending less time with you. Narcissists can go from never leaving your side to suddenly having a million things 'to do' and are rarely around. Even though I wouldn't think possible, create more drama than they already do to wedge more distance between you; therefore, it gives them a reason to leave when they are mad. A Narcissist is less passionate in his demeanor toward you. He seems to be angry more often at you, very agitated in your presence, much aggression aimed at you. Hostility will develop over time where there will be rare occasions they aren't mad. A Narcissist will seem to care less and less about what you're doing or where you're going. No longer will ask where you're goi