Friday, July 27, 2007

Moon


Here is an excerpt form one of my favorite poems, S.T. Coleridge-style of course...

"The moving moon went up to the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside."

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Rhyme of The Ancient Mariner

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Poem


The poet takes ordinary, unrelated words, and from them, produces something extraordinary and exciting. So too a good companion is someone who can bring rhyme and reason to the meter of your otherwise mundane life.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Discovery


Millions saw the apple fall, but Newton asked why.
-Bernard Baruch

It is with our hands that we carry out the inter-workings of our mind.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Geeky


Although many described Uncle Jack as "geeky", I always considered him as an eccentric, colorful kind of guy.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Twisted


Take heed to those with whom you keep company; for many a man hath fallen to a simple twisted word shared among a duplicitous acquaintance.
-Anon.