Gigi. I loved this poem. I am reblogging. Hugs, Barbara
…that being nice
will save the world
…that ignoring things
makes them go away
…that all people
…that there is no reason
for anyone to go without
food shelter education care
…that America is a great country
…that being accepting
is a good thing
…that we can stop what’s happening
…that animal skin should be used
for clothing furniture and all the rest
…that animals should be experimented upon
…that anyone is better
than anyone else
…that the rich should be able
to keep everyone else poor
…that we aren’t constantly
…that truth exists
other than on a personal basis
…that men hate women
as a group
…that Native Americans
should take back the land
that was stolen from them
…that men should not be allowed
in government for the next 500 years
…that any man who intentionally
harms a woman or…
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The topic of demographics and the alarming rates of people, particularly the young, leaving Croatia in search of work and prosperity is, and has been for a few years now, on every government or opposition politician’s lips, and the country’s president’s. But absolutely no national remedial strategies issued, absolutely nothing seems to have changed, except the political party or the government at which the blame-finger is pointed at any one particular time. The numbers of those leaving Croatia keep rising. Young people in particular appear to be resigned to the fact that there are no jobs or employment opportunities for them and this leads to personal frustration, resentment, despair … one loves ones country and yet survival in it is harsh and in many instances impossible if dignity is part of that survival. And – corrupt nepotism hasn’t moved down…
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Almost gone are the days
When good songs told stories
Stories of morals and uprightness
And were whips for wayward consciences
To run to the right paths
Almost gone are the days
When rivers of wisdom
Flowed into empty wells of youth
To seal the future of morality and discipline
Eternal darkness is falling on a sun zone
Almost gone are the days
When the elderly had his space
And the young served into the promotion of growth
The order now crumbles under rights with fearsome weapons
Oh generation where honey drips from metal bees!
What will your future be?
Spaniard immorality on make-believe screens
Blood sisters always ready
To fight over a pestle
Using their ready mortars as baits
Our ancestors weep the plague of incestuous longing!
Our people covet the realm Where love corrodes sanity
And madness cancels sacrilege
Eagles now walk as…
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It looks like the Department of Homeland Security is not backing up the republican President Donald Trump’s claim the the USA is under imminent threat of terrorism from the seven countries listed on his original travel ban which he used as justification for having issued this executive order.
Here is the rest of the story…
On 2/24/17, Vivian Salama and Alicia A. Caldwell from AP Top News, penned the following news, “AP Exclusive: DHS report disputes threat from banned nations.”
“Analysts at the Homeland Security Department’s intelligence arm found insufficient evidence that citizens of seven Muslim-majority countries included in President Donald Trump’s travel ban pose a terror threat to the United States.”
“A draft document obtained by The Associated Press concludes that citizenship is an “unlikely indicator” of terrorism threats to the United States and that few people from the countries Trump listed in his travel ban have carried…
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Relevance in the United States Today
Racial problems persists decades after African American literary awakenings
Review: I Am Not Your Negro
Filmmaker: Raoul Peck
Narration: Samuel L. Jackson
In the aftermath of World War II the African American people intensified their struggle against Jim Crow segregation for the acquisition of full equality and the right to political self-determination.
This resurgence in commitment towards realizing the objectives of previous generations from the period of slavery through Reconstruction, the Great Migration, the Harlem Renaissance and the Great Depression was exemplified on a literary level.
African Americans had utilized the pen as a method of protest and organization extending back into the 19th century when luminaries such as Maria Stewart, Mary Ann Shadd, David T. Walker, Frederick Douglass, Anna Julia Cooper and Ida B. Wells-Barnett opened up avenues of expression and communications which had…
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Calling all Landscape and Nature Photographers!
What are your top 3 go-to editing fixes?
- Clarity and Sharpness
- Saturation (maybe too much in my example)
I’m looking for any tips or pointers you may have to give! Keep in mind this wasn’t my best capture or edit, but I have been feeling stagnant and unprofessional in my photography lately so I thought I’d take a quick shot, give it a quick edit, and see where I could improve!
Getting a professional camera lens and not using my phone (though the professional options on there are really high quality) is definitely step one!
Your photographs and poem are great.
Tuesday 21st February
“Wish you were here”
I know that’s true
It’s a bit of a cliché
But it’s what I say to you.
“I miss you so much”
That’s also true
My heart is broken
There is no glue.
“I love you forever”
That’s the way it’ll stay
You’re my precious son
Though you’ve flown away.
Fly high sweetheart
My Angel Starman.
This is great. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Sudanese Americans do not fit neatly into the existing racial classifications of the American society.
I always knew I was black. My childhood was the scent of coconut oil hair cream and the taste of bean pie after Friday prayers in a Bilalian mosque on Chicago’s south side. I knew the words to Nkosi Sikelel’ iAfrika and called Harold Washington my mayor, even though I lived in the suburbs.
My parents had immigrated to the United States from Sudan in the late 1970s and raised my sister and me to be comfortable in our skin. I spoke Arabic at home and English at school where it seemed no one else agreed that I am black.
Outside of the box
When my father registered me for kindergarten, the school administrator told him that we had to select a box to designate our race.
My father – raised in a post-colonial Sudan…
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