Invisible #Genocide Lurks

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Grandpa where's the oil?

Invisible Genocide Lurks in Empty Fields of Shame

Earth’s Children are silent …Grandpa why? WHY?

Insanity knocked on the door from arms of shallow remorse

Are you home?

The grime etched its presence into the mind near Jersey

Tomorrow forgot everything that it promised

These pockets have no dreams they were sold on

Fifth Avenue

Absurd, call Pacino tell him the dancers have broken legs

Luck was never in the cards when the ducks make bombs

A cat on a hot tin roof

The night festers in graveyards on the West Side guarded by the Walrus

I am the Walrus; I am the egg man... Goo goo g' joob

 

Mister you’re sitting on my toilet, his flowers long to sing Italian opera

Subways are my ballet in the summer, in the city

Just a cool cat looking for a kitty… in the city

Insanity wastes into grime and etches foul eternities of Warhol with Brando

They dance…Lennon just watches

A cat on a hot tin roof

Persuade me again liberty while we frolic with jewels of poets

Of true science found in the intestines of words …spill guts of souls

Contrast the dark with evil and then the stage caters to lost mortality

There is more sense in teacups whispers Tennessee’s script

Their words ushered by Popes and villains with keys to soured bliss

"There was no key held in existential dreams" said Toto

You can tell by my attitude… that I am most definitely from

 New York

Don’t answer the door, Goo goo g' joob
Call Pacino

There’s a cat on the hot tin roof…



Tell the unborn..."sorry we ate the apple"

T A McNeil

TIME...the Book

June 18,2011

Rosa Parks The Meaning of Life - "The First Lady of Civil Rights"

Rosa Parks

The Meaning of Life

  "The First Lady of Civil Rights"

Rosa Parks in 1955, the year of her arrest, 

with  Martin Luther King, Jr. in the background

TO Creative Writing

• Wednesday, February 10, 2016

  1:00 PM to 2:00 PM

• St. Felix Centre

  25 Augusta Ave, Toronto, ON 
• St. Felix Centre (25 Augusta Ave)

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65-year-old Parks writes:

"I was born in the South, fifty years after slavery, when 

racial segregation was legally enforced. I listened to my 

grandparents talk of their lives as slave children and was 

aware of the Ku Klux Klan’s activities in our community 

after World War I. Racial pride and self-dignity were 

emphasized in my family and community ..."

Read more at Brain Pickings -

• https://www.brainpickings.org/2016/02/04/rosa-parks-meaning-of-life/

"We have a Dream, a shared 

dream..." -  TO Creative Writers

"Winning begins with belief, attitude and effort. After that, the rest is up to YOU!"

T McNeil

"The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential... these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence."

Confucius

"It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell."

Buddha

"Winners embrace hard work. They love the discipline of it, the trade-off they're making to win. Losers, on the other hand, see it as punishment. And that's the difference."

Lou Holtz

"It seems to be a law of nature, inflexible and inexorable, that those who will not risk - cannot win."

John Paul Jones

The Dream: Do What is Hard, Everyday, 

Inch by Inch...

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Stop by and put your thoughts to paper. Share, listen and connect with other folks while exercising your mind and stretching your imagination towards hallmarks of becoming a Titan.

We the Titans!

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Whether you come up with thought provoking, silly, happy, or refreshing new ways to look at and express yourself through word, we welcome it! Every path begins with the first step.

 Educating, Entertaining and 

EMPOWERING!

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"Strength" - Inspired, Heartfelt Guest's Poem

Strength

By Jennifer Hansford

You’re so strong, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, he said to me one day.

I know those words keep me standing tall, when nothing is going my way.

STRONG runs in my family, and I will make sure it carries on.

Because sometimes strength is all I have when everything else is gone.

The years pass by, but these words will remain in the front of my mind.

I think back to the day these words were spoken, when solace was hard to find.

These words melt away my heartache, and all my fears seem to disappear.

Forever there to remind myself, I’m so strong, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.

@HansfordJen 

WELCOME EVERYONE! 

We are thankful and honoured to receive creative writing works from our readers and followers from Canada, United States and around the world. Many works from our workshop sessions around Toronto are also posted here on a regular basis.

A special thanks to Jennifer Hansford for another wonderful, deeply personal, guest submission. 

Please feel free to send us your own craftings for  posting on this blog. Continuing our mission to educate, entertain, but most importantly - EMPOWER!

Supporting the global movement for the education, liberation and equality of women, worldwide.

The Woman in the Arena

The Woman in the 

Arena

(What Roosevelt should have said.)

"It is not the critic who counts; not the woman who points out how the strong woman stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. 

The credit belongs to the woman who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends herself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if she fails, at least fails while daring greatly...

... so that her place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."

T. McNeil

Toronto, 2015

Welcome All! 

We are thankful and honoured to receive creative writing works from our members, readers and followers from Canada, United States and around the world. Many works from our workshop sessions around Toronto are be posted here on a regular basis.

Please feel free to send us your own craftings for  posting on our blog. Continuing our mission to educate, entertain, but most importantly - 

EMPOWER!

Supporting the global movement for the education, liberation and equality of women, worldwide.

    

What I Need Her to Have - Member's Musing

What I Need Her to Have

Glamour, it may be, is an ancient mystical word for fairie magic.

Bigger than my fairie’s body are her wings, which are dragonfly-type due to maternal ancestry or genetic mutation, she can’t remember.

Glamour in this original sense refers not to the person, nor even to her broad filmy wings, but to the sunlight which shines through the film at dawn on misty days.

Such light is changed, passing through fairie wing-film.  The colour and shimmer and rays are not their old selves, but become as flashes -- green, red, gold -- inside a bright kalaidoscope.

Reubin Apple

Toronto, 2016

WELCOME ! 

We are thankful and honoured to receive creative writing works from our members, readers and followers from Canada, United States and around the world. Many works from our workshop sessions around Toronto are be posted here on a regular basis.

Please feel free to send us your own craftings for  posting on our blog. Continuing our mission to educate, entertain, but most importantly - 

EMPOWER!

Supporting the global movement for the education, liberation and equality of women, worldwide.

GREATNESS, Born From Great Attitudes

GREATNESS,

BornFromGreat

Attitudes

 JOIN US! 

For more details for great fun and attitudes, see the full listing:

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The Women In The Arena

"It is not the critic who counts; not the woman who points out how the strong woman stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. 

The credit belongs to the woman who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends herself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if she fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that her place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."   

                                                    T. McNeil,                                                                  

When: Wednesday, January 13, 2016 1:00 PM

Where: St. Felix Centre
25 Augusta Ave
Toronto, ON
416 203 1624

RSVP limit: 10 "Yes" RSVPs

This Meetup repeats every week on Wednesday.

If the changes affect your plans to attend, please take a moment to update your RSVP. (You can RSVP "No" or "Yes".)

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Make Friends, Influence Dreams, Inspirations, Success

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  Wednesday, January 6, 2016

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   1. The Road Not Taken 

   TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

  Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,

  And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh

  Somewhere ages and ages hence :Two roads diverged in a wood, and -

  I took the one less traveled by, 

  And that has made all the difference.  

  Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920

  
  

  

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