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write now! Stronger than new.

Umbrella Man
 (Stronger than new)


"Rain is coming.
 Watch the sky
 I'll sew the scars
 in your umbrella 
 Keep you high and dry."

"No need to buy
 a new umbrella
 We bridge the gaps
 You will be protected
 Nothing's perfect afterall
 Raindrops when they fall
 will be deflected."

"Rain's rage never dampen
 your sun kissed head
 never wash away dreams
 Old scars blended seams
 Trust my mending needle
 Your binding thread."

jlB 31 January 2015
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Bolt! For all you January Birthday people.

 As we age we seem to spend more time in the past.
 Memories recalled, places revisited, traditions recreated.
 We are comforted by what is familiar.
 Would that we could regain the vision of youth.
 Everyday would be, what it truly is, new, fresh
 undiscovered. Perhaps, that's what the gift of grandchildren
 or the kids on the block, or in the schoolyard are there
 to remind us. 
 May your grin become a smile. Your smile a spontaneous giggle.
 Your giggle a timeless laugh. May we all reclaim moments
 of childhood innocence.

 Happy Birthdays! If you have enough breath to blow out the candles,
 that which you wished for can come true. jlB
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a think-about:

Dreams and Envy

Why when one shares dreams
 Does it often end in violence?
 Martin shared a vision
 One people
 Not blind
 Color blind.
 John and Robert saw Camelot
 One people
 Not powerless
 Empowered.


Young Joseph sought explanation
 Why honor?
 Why me?
 Not arrogance
 Inquiry.
 Jeanne d’Arc revealed secrets
 Once hero
 Once heretic
 Once martyr.

Why when one shares their dreams
 Does it provoke hatred?
 Is it the anger in the hearts
 of those who have
 No dreams
 No vision
 No innocence
 No faith?


 jlB
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When?
All encounters end in an embrace.  

The last sound one hears after a disagreement is laughter.

The shot that rings out brings down a bird.  The prize becomes a shared meal

When?
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Dragon Dreams
Paper and Quill
There they are six scaly,slimy,
giant clawed snakes
Hot smoke pours from
flaming nostrils.
There singular purpose?
To consume life.
There I stand
trying not to quiver
Mobility is a lost skill.
In my left hand
I carry a paper shield
In my right,
I clutch a quill
Hell's emissaries plod closer.
I scribble last words
In unison the six exhale
their soul blistering hate.
Instinctively, I raise
my paper protector
The fire is miraculously deflected
Searing energy strikes the dragon circle
Each, in turn, is incinerated.
The wind whispers
my hand and paper burn
I try to discern
the life saving message.
Smoke obscures my vision.
I rub ashes from my eyes;
I am awake
Safe but unenlightened
I am awake
Safe but unenlightened.
jlB (copyright Barbetta- Tenth Muse 2007)
edit 1/10/2015
May we awaken from such Dragon Dreams safe AND enlightened.
Paper and Quill: Weapons of Mass Instruction
Je suis Charlie. Charlie est moi. 10 January 2015
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Je suis Charlie.  Charlie est moi.
When?

There is No i

I looked into the misty mirror
There was no i
There was US.
I looked out the frost-coated window
There was no they
There was US.
WE stepped through the doorway
WE raised our gaze to the sky
There was i dissolving in the sunset
There was they covered by the night
Tomorrow the sun promises
There will be only US
No distance
No difference
No me: no you
ME-WE
UbunTu.

jlBCH
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"Triste, douloureuse chansons. Mais encore nous chantar."
Les gens de la France, et le choeur de le monde.
9 January 2015
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It's that Eve thing again. We are on the edge of expectation. Balancing on the tightrope of time, we traverse the abyss between familiar yesterdays to
unknown tomorrows. Let's sing as we cross over. Do not look down.
Look, instead, straight ahead. Let's do the toasting after we make it to the other side. Raise your glass. Elevate your expectations. Bless and honor all.
Here's a start:
A Votre Sante ! Bonne chance! Bon courage! (French)
Prosit! Op je gezondheid! (Dutch)
Salute! Buona fortuna! Cin cin! (Italian)
Kampi! (Japanese)
Skol! (Swedish)
Prost! (Germany)
*(Gan Bay) Mandarin (pronunciation)
Oogy wawa! Zulu
l' chaim! Hebrew
Slainte! Galic
Viva! Saude! Portuguese
Feel free to add to the list. The commonality to all of these well wishes is
hope. Good health, good fortune, courage, embrace of life.
The Mandarin toast (I should check this with my Grandson Wes who is studying in China) pronounced "Gan Bay" literally means "dry glass". Perhaps it is a metaphor
for drinking in all life offers. 
I end this two week holiday inspired series with my personal toast to all:
"May we always share the strength with which we are blessed. Let us reserve judgement of others we know not. Let us embrace family and friends we know well. Here's to robust health, contagious laughter, moist eyes and dry glasses!
Joy filled New Year!!"
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Ronde- Life's dance

 Did I make you smile? I'm so happy.
 Did I make you cry? I'm such an ass.
 Did I say I'm sorry? That's so empty.
 Did I show my love? That's what I feel.
 Is that why you're smiling? I'm so happy.

 jlB Today/everyday
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I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.
Martin Luther King, Jr.

No one can kill a dream, if we refuse to let it die.  jlB
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write now!
The Million Positive People March: The Paris parade of pride and inclusion
started my news awareness day on a singular high note. I was not sure whether this was a continuation of a long repressed dream or a seminal historical phenomenon. Young and old, experience and raw positive energy, could be sensed, felt and heard. Life supporting sentiments emanated from throats thirsty for change. Change from division and partisan politics. Let us transcend petty differences. No, let us embrace diversity. I am Muslim. I am Jewish. I am you. You are me. 
The magic lights of Paris blurred all differences. The architecture, monuments, scenic beauty gave historical, creative context to this celebration of one another. For the moment I was transported to a Nature and Man made Eden.
Is Eden lost or do we not have the courage to reclaim it? 
World leaders, for this earthy, pristine freeze frame moment linked arms and rode the wave of tolerance, love, hope. Cynicism was purged. Compassion was strength. We demanded a new human destiny.
Tomorrow? Please.... "Je sius tu."
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Epilogue;
When?
All encounters end in an embrace. 
The last sound one hears after a disagreement is laughter.
The shot that rings out brings down a bird. The prize becomes a shared meal
When?
Je suis Charlie. Charlie est moi.
When there is no i.
jlBCH
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write now! (a lightly filtered work based on "now" observations) 
 Vital Illusions

The River's pulsing, positive energy
 breaks through trammel net ice knots
 Forcing them to conform to current.
 Restrictive, frozen nuggets of negativity
 conspire with perfidious weather gods
 to regain suffocating dominance.


The battle continues through time
 On river, on shore:
 Creativity challenged by conformity
 Passion harnessed by convention
 Compassion derided by cynicism
 The fashion determined by Babbitts
 Imagination quarantined by pragmatists.

Still pulses pound
 Instincts quiver
 Hearts throb
 Thoughts swell
 Life surges.
 We, like the River, awaken
 from our catatonic state.
 We, like the River, pursue
 our serendipitous course.

jlB
 "Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may exist,
 but you have ceased to live." (Mark Twain, my fellow River Rat)
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Introduction

 

“HOPE”

I have tried to instill and keep hope alive

 in the hearts of those with whom I have shared time and thought. 

I followed my impulse to reinforce dignity and a sense of self worth.

Can I evoke a smile, or better yet, a laugh,

from those whose spirits are in the shadows? 

Can I induce a glimmer of life affirming joy

that tomorrow could be, will be, a better day?

Sometimes I have been successful; other times not. 

I do know I will continue to try.

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