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Archive for February 9th, 2007

I know it’s Robert E Howard… again! I can’t help myself… there are so many poems that fit the life of this tragic man. Maybe in some small way I am trying to bring him back to life.


From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Believe

Posted on: 9 February 2007

I wrote this one some time ago, inspired when I
witnessed the vulnerable side of someone I knew
and loved, someone so strong yet so full of passion
and compassion… a very special person

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The world he touches is rich, diverse
Connecting with people blessed and cursed
But even a hero has demons to face
His personal fears he cannot escape

How we all live within this shadow
Afraid of doing anything, afraid of tomorrow

If I could practise what I preach
And believe in good faith that we can reach
Our goals, our aspirations, our dreams,
That nothing holds us back from what seems
The impossible to achieve, a yearning so great
Our heart’s expectations to contemplate

That we must take the risk and just
Believe in ourselves, our desires, and trust
Our instincts and feelings deep inside…
Even if we make fools of ourselves, swallow our pride
Put aside thoughts of what may go wrong
And face tomorrow ever hopeful and strong

copyright 2007 ann raven

A must rush and dash post today… the children have invited friends to my home for dinner tonight. I don’t mind, I love being surrounded by these young couples so the oven is on and wonderful smells are already emanating from the kitchen…

Nothing meaningful from me this week but a few Jewish funnies below and of course Booba’s pride and joy.

I’m getting to be such a big girl
Mummy’s little helper
Jewbilation (n.) Pride in finding out that one’s favourite celebrity is Jewish.

Santa-shmanta (n.) The explanation Jewish children get for why they celebrate Hanukkah while the rest of the neighbours celebrate Christmas.

Matzilation (v.) Smashing a piece of matzo to bits while trying to butter it.

Bubbegum (n.) Candy one’s mother gives to her grandchildren that she never gave to her own children.

Chutzpapa (n.) A father who wakes his wife at 4:00 a.m. so she can change the baby’s diaper.

Déjà Nu (n.) Having the feeling you’ve seen the same exasperated look on your mother’s face, but not knowing exactly when.

Jewdo (n.) A traditional form of self-defence based on talking one’s way out of a tight spot.


Mamatzah Balls (n.) Matzo balls that are as good as your mother used to make. (No one makes them like mine… huh)


Meinstein – slang. “My son, the genius!”

Mishpochadots (n.) The assorted lipstick and make-up stains found on one’s face and collar after kissing all one’s aunts and cousins at a reception.

Re-shtetlement
(n.) Moving from Brooklyn to Miami and finding all your old neighbours live in the same condo building as you.


Yidentify (v.) To be able to determine Jewish origins of celebrities, even though their names might be St. John, Curtis, Davis or Taylor.

Feelawful (n.) Indigestion from eating Israeli street food, especially falafel.


Love to you all for a wonderful weekend and a restful one and Shabbat Shalom…


the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

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