Quotations From A Generation of Lost Leaders

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“If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich.”

                                                                      John F. Kennedy

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“Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.”

                                                            Martin Luther King Jr.

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Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.

                                                                     Robert F. Kennedy

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What’s The Point?

Frank Solanki

What’s the point
In celebrating birthdays?
I did it last year
And the year before that
It’s getting predictable
And repetitive

What’s the point?
I’m moving a step closer
To my final destination
Have I found my purpose?
Have I done my bit?
Is it worth celebrating?

What’s the point?
I’m only getting old
My body isn’t the same
Can’t seem to remember a lot
It’s lonely and depressing
Nobody’s even wished me yet


Wait a minute
Is it even my birthday today?

Let me check the calendar

Oh… it’s not today. Dang!

Life suddenly became quite pleasant

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Daily Quote

Jo Hawk

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We are all unique and traveling different paths, but there are threads that connect us, make us human. The love of a parent, a bond with a pet, the struggle to live, the sense of loneliness, and a myriad of other events and emotions touch us all. We do not have to train and work every day to know the joy athlete experiences when he wins his event or feels the defeat when he loses.

What fragments are you including your writing?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

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Photographs

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Siren Whispers

Photographs tell stories, at least to me they do. They have always been the way I’ve captured memories to revisit at a later time, to share with those who’ve been absent. They have told the stories of what I have loved and who I have loved.

I’ve been photographing everything around me from a young age. When I had children, this increased exponentially, suddenly the camera was always in use as I captured every moment, every first.

But what do you do when you must put those photographs away, pretend like they don’t exist? How do you bury reminders of a past, of memories that are still ripe and sweet, years later? How do you do this when keeping them out are constant reminders to someone of a past they want to forget? Of a person they no longer are, outwardly? How do you expunge those years, and should you?

Some…

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life is a carousel

The Lonely Author

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My three step plan on how I will live the rest of my life: LIVE, LOVE, LAUGH

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life is a carousel

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No use crying over spilled milk
Don’t worry over your reservations
In heaven or hell
Our time is too brief
Life is a carousel

Forget the lovers you lost
Or the pounds
That you suddenly found
It’s one ticket per customer
To ride this glorious merry go round

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My next post will be in two weeks on Friday (yes Friday) September 21st; my three year blogging anniversary.

On Monday I begin my next adventure.
Eight days of writing, beaching, and Cancun-ing,

My dear friends you will be missed.
My laptop will quietly weep for you.

Be well
Be happy
Be loved

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Two Takes

Poesy plus Polemics

girl “Pretty Girl” by Mario Rocha

every poem a synthesis
disparate fragments
who forfeit distinctions
find grander expression
as elements of a new
whole more profound
than a sum of its parts

every poem a replica
image depicting the poet
presenting cohesive
coherent new insight
an evergrown codex
that sharpens relief
of a naked laid mind

From my book Pieces of Wine

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