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April 28, 2008

Monday Morning, 11:30 AM

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It is going to be another hot one today

And she believes it

As she steps outside

And feels the heat rise

In the breeze-less air

What happened

To the cool, breezy days of spring

Not in Southern California

California means “Hot Oven” in Spanish

What an appropriate name

for a place that has no seasons

Where it can be 95 degrees in December

and 60 degrees in June

But earthquakes occasionally stir things up

and make living here interesting on Monday morning, 11:30AM

Hold on tight to the ones you love

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The following poem was sent to me by a friend. It is reminder of what is really important.

To realize the value of a sister/brother

Ask someone

Who doesn’t have one.

To realize

The value of ten years:

Ask a newly

Divorced couple.

To realize

The value of four years:

Ask a graduate.

To realize

The value of one year:

Ask a student

Who has failed a final exam.

To realize

The value of nine months:

Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.

To realize

The value of one month:

Ask a mother

Who has given birth

To a premature baby.

To realize

The value of one week:

Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize

The value of one minute:

Ask a person

Who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize

The value of one-second:

Ask a person

Who has survived an accident.

Time waits for no one.

Treasure every moment you have.

You will treasure it even more

When you can share it with someone special.

To realize the value of a friend or family member:

Lose one.

Remember….

Hold on tight to the ones you love!

Sunday Evening

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What a difference from last Sunday, she thinks

As she breathes in the heavy air of the evening sky

Even though the clouds have finally lifted

the air remains heavy, weighted with nature’s garbage

She wonders how people survived in this place before air conditioning was invented

They must have been cold blooded or thick skinned, she decides

But then her thoughts turn to the events of last week

The cool air blanketed by fluffy clouds blocking out the sun

Stirring up a chilly, brisk wind

Not a great day for a picnic in the park

What she wouldn’t give to have been at that same park on this hot, sticky day

But a a nice, cold serving of frozen yogurt is a satisfying replacement

And she realizes that she had a perfectly happy, do nothing day

As she lays down to sleep on Sunday evening.

The Golden Compass

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The characters in the story, Lord Asriel and his counterpart, Mrs. Coulter seek to control the time/space connection by collecting ‘dust’ from children. Through experiments and study, both scholars learn that the ‘dust’ or particles of energy found on children provides the necessary means to build a bridge between the world of northern England and the one visible through the Aurora Borealis, or Northern Lights. The golden compass or alethiometer is a crucial tool in this quest because it provides the keys to unlocking the secrets of the universe and finding the point at which these two worlds meet.

The story centers around a golden compass or alethiometer, a tool quite different from the compasses we use to tell us what direction we are traveling in. In contrast, this compass doesn’t give a direction, but through its sophisticated symbols and codes, provides answers to profound questions and helps the possessor peer into the thoughts and actions of other people. This compass proves extremely helpful to Lyra Belacqua, who gains possession of the object through the Master of Jordan College before she goes north with a group of Gyptians or people who live in boats.The goal is to rescue her father, Lord Asriel and children who had been kidnapped by the “Gobblers”, or members of the General Oblation Board, which her mother, Mrs. Coulter.They form alliances with three key characters, the Witch Queen, Serafina Pekkala; Lee Scoresby, a Texan Aeronaut and owner of a hot air balloon; and Iorek Byrinson, an armored polar bear, to confront their foes. Along the way, they encounter challenges, including Lyra’s capture and rescue from Bolvangar. In the end, the forces of good trump evil as Lyra and her friend Roger escape the grasp of Mrs. Coulter and Lord Asriel, as they travel to another world.

Filled with  a mixture of suspense, adventure and fantasy, the author offers a compelling, colorful narrative. The relationship between human and animal characters seems natural and believable. Although the plot slowly developed, the ending proved to be a satisfying conclusion to a worthwhile read.

February 29, 2008

Where does my inspiration come from?

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This is the question that people often ask after I’ve read my poetry aloud to them. The truth is that I get ideas from many areas of my life: people I meet, places I go, the weather, events, moods, what I read and countless other sources.

January 3, 2008

I’m hitting the books

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I’ve decided to expand the scope of this blog to include reviews of books I’ve read. I’ll be adding comments/recommendations of at least one book each month. However, I’d love to hear what others are reading. Please share your comments.

November 26, 2007

Woman with an almost smile

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The woman with an almost smile

Is always

In search

Of her true

Identity

The essence

Of her being

That she isn’t

Supposed to know about.

 

The woman with an almost smile

Waits calmly

As time passes

By

In the other direction

During rush hour traffic

On the 405 freeway.

 

The woman with an almost smile

Lets all her colors show—

Tears her hair out

When frustrated

Cries her eyes out

When disappointed

Yells her head off

When angry

Sings her heart out

When happy.

 

The woman with an almost smile

Strives

To be the best

Person she can be

Caring

Giving

Affectionate

Dependable

Trustworthy

Hard-working.

 

The woman with an almost smile

Constantly scrutinizes

Her life

With every breath.

And with the same breath

Simultaneously

Allows herself,

To escape

The people

Places

Events

That cause

Her world

To spin

dizzily

Out of

Control.

 

The woman with an almost smile

Tries to please

Everyone–

Every time

For every occasion—

Except herself.

 

The woman with an almost smile

Is every

Grandmother

Mother

Aunt

Niece

Daughter

Sister

Who confronts

Herself

And all

Her inherent parts

That form

A unique

Woman

With an almost smile.

 

 

 

November 5, 2007

Welcome!

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Welcome to Poetic Librarian. This blog will be devoted to free verse and thematic poetry. Feel free to share your own work. Enjoy!

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