Monday, June 14, 2010
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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Tuesday, May 18, 2010
YouTube - Fully Nude Strip Search by Cops: Male Police Stripping Woman Completely Naked
YouTube - Fully Nude Strip Search by Cops: Male Police Stripping Woman Completely Naked
from the maggots who are supposed to protect us....
from the maggots who are supposed to protect us....
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
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Tuesday, May 4, 2010
The 10 Most Puzzling Ancient Artifacts - StumbleUpon
The 10 Most Puzzling Ancient Artifacts - StumbleUpon
Incredable finds, we are not alone, this earth has been used before.
Incredable finds, we are not alone, this earth has been used before.
View image: univ.jpg - StumbleUpon
View image: univ.jpg - StumbleUpon
For the next time you're really feeling big and important.
For the next time you're really feeling big and important.
FrameSet.htm from gauravjalan.com - StumbleUpon
FrameSet.htm from gauravjalan.com - StumbleUpon Life is how you look at it
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Opposition Stirs
Opposition brightens and adds spice to one's life,
Awakens spirit and spurs us all on.
It's a well spring of life that won't be denied,
There's much delight in pro verses con.
Is congress the opposite of progress?
I'm not sure maybe time will tell.
But these opposites can't be avoided,
As one's life weaves its magic spells.
There's magic in the hearts of those that believe,
Love and courage will always stand.
Hate and cowards: bring anger and fear,
But these differences are what make life grand.
These contrasts are certain, life won't be denied,
So quit resisting and enjoy the ride,
Bundle warm in the cold or get hot in the sun,
But find joy every minute outside.
Cold ice cream covered hot cherry pie,
Is surly a fat mans delight.
Juices are sour yet sweet all at once,
But it's ours to decide what is right.
The joy of the crowd as it shouts for its team:
It's unnerving yet thrilling and loud.
Yet quiet is found in the stillness of night,
It calms the soul in a star, studded shroud.
As in life we are twain, both body and soul,
And the needs of these two must be filled.
One's body is thrilled while their soul is inspired,
It's with opposition and contrast we build.
And who gets to decide? Are we spirit or thought?
Or just maybe these two are the same,
Yet the excitement felt or the stillness inside,
Both are important to us just the same.
Opposition stirs and awakens our minds,
While it needles and prickles our souls.
It quickens the spirit and sharpens the wit,
And makes all our dull lives seem bold.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Giva Hoot
Giva Hoot
Some people like to be in charge
While others will hold their ground
Some people need to know the reason of things
Still others want you to know they’re around.
Some people live by what they hear
While others depend on their sight
Some people live by the way they feel
But a hoot owl just hoots all night.
There's only now
Only Now
There is no past there is only now,
Dreams aren’t made to be real.
Regrets and sorrows hide deep inside,
Your heart and soul to steal.
To act right now where we live,
To love and to laugh and be free.
Pleasant dreams remain to comfort us,
But the past is gone don’t you see?
An imaginary land of good and bad,
Yet fictitious all the same.
One can’t reach back and pick something up,
The only part real is its name.
There is no future there is only now,
Dreams aren’t made to be real.
Doubt’s and worries hide deep inside,
Your heart and soul to steal.
Now here is the place in which we live,
It’s a time to love, hug and kiss.
A time to create and a time to destroy,
In a dream world these things don’t exist.
Nowhere is a place of fantasy and fun,
It’s vanity grasping at the wind.
One can weep, laugh, gain or lose,
But all this is foolishness in the end.
Now is the time in which we live,
A time to build up or break down.
Now is the only time that exists,
Happy, sad, smile or frown.
Stay in the now and do what you do,
That which was done will be done.
For what is the past is also the future,
There is nothing new under the sun.
Now is eternity, eternity is now,
That’s why there’s no beginning or end,
For how can we say the beginning is now,
If now we say it’s the end?
E.J. LaFleur
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Little Box Kite
I once had a wonderful box kite so durable and strong,
Steady and true at the end of my line, I could fly her all day long.
My heart soared as I watched her fly, near the clouds in the sky above,
in her presence is saw beauty and grace and faith and hope and love.
Box kites are steady, not easily flipped like a flat kite with tail and string.
To see one fly so graceful and true is really a wonderful thing.
With a mind of her own she flew far above all the other kites in the air,
as all the other kites darted and twisted in the spaces they had to share.
One day as other kites fought and strained to keep themselves off the ground,
My precious box kite flew higher and higher, no struggle, no fight, no sound.
To my amazement I ran out of string but felt that she could go more,
so I asked a fellow kite man near by to hurry off to the store.
He came back with spools I asked why so many, surely one would be enough,
he answered with a fat one as good as any, but the wind is high and the sky is rough.
To the end of that line she easily climbed and again I found my line short,
to my friend I asked, should I add another? Yes here’s one more came his report.
At the end of that line a crowd stood amazed as my line was steady and still,
With troubles and tempests so high above it was as if she had her own will.
Now the wind they say is what makes a kite fly. It’s adversity that makes one sound.
But the kite man knows that his love wont fly unless it’s held close to the ground.
Spool after spool to help her fly high so she could be true and free,
And smaller and smaller she shrank in the sky until almost no one could see.
Firm and taught I pulled on my line as my wonderful kite climbed and listed,
Until a neighboring kite darting dangerously close, caught my line all knotted and twisted.
I could feel my love falling but I couldn’t see just where my precious kite was,
so I frantically pulled to get my love back, I couldn’t lose her simply because, I love her.
Yard after yard I pulled my line back to save my wonderful prize,
But my beauty was falling and terror set in as my love was lost to the skies.
Now years have passed slowly and sadly it seams, may be twenty or thirty or more,
And still I regret sending my friend for more line down the street to the corner store.
So hold loosely your precious treasure and don’t let her out of your sight,
And keep her grounded with patience and love which is truly what gives her, her flight.
And keep her where you can see her, where your love and help can abound,
For the joy that she brings is a wonderful thing and if lost she may never be found.
E.J. LaFleur
http://www.anthologyemporium.com/
edfleur@gmail.com
I once had a wonderful box kite so durable and strong,
Steady and true at the end of my line, I could fly her all day long.
My heart soared as I watched her fly, near the clouds in the sky above,
in her presence is saw beauty and grace and faith and hope and love.
Box kites are steady, not easily flipped like a flat kite with tail and string.
To see one fly so graceful and true is really a wonderful thing.
With a mind of her own she flew far above all the other kites in the air,
as all the other kites darted and twisted in the spaces they had to share.
One day as other kites fought and strained to keep themselves off the ground,
My precious box kite flew higher and higher, no struggle, no fight, no sound.
To my amazement I ran out of string but felt that she could go more,
so I asked a fellow kite man near by to hurry off to the store.
He came back with spools I asked why so many, surely one would be enough,
he answered with a fat one as good as any, but the wind is high and the sky is rough.
To the end of that line she easily climbed and again I found my line short,
to my friend I asked, should I add another? Yes here’s one more came his report.
At the end of that line a crowd stood amazed as my line was steady and still,
With troubles and tempests so high above it was as if she had her own will.
Now the wind they say is what makes a kite fly. It’s adversity that makes one sound.
But the kite man knows that his love wont fly unless it’s held close to the ground.
Spool after spool to help her fly high so she could be true and free,
And smaller and smaller she shrank in the sky until almost no one could see.
Firm and taught I pulled on my line as my wonderful kite climbed and listed,
Until a neighboring kite darting dangerously close, caught my line all knotted and twisted.
I could feel my love falling but I couldn’t see just where my precious kite was,
so I frantically pulled to get my love back, I couldn’t lose her simply because, I love her.
Yard after yard I pulled my line back to save my wonderful prize,
But my beauty was falling and terror set in as my love was lost to the skies.
Now years have passed slowly and sadly it seams, may be twenty or thirty or more,
And still I regret sending my friend for more line down the street to the corner store.
So hold loosely your precious treasure and don’t let her out of your sight,
And keep her grounded with patience and love which is truly what gives her, her flight.
And keep her where you can see her, where your love and help can abound,
For the joy that she brings is a wonderful thing and if lost she may never be found.
E.J. LaFleur
http://www.anthologyemporium.com/
edfleur@gmail.com
Friday, January 1, 2010
Anthology Emporium
Welcome to the Anthology Emporium blog.
My name is Joe LaFleur. I and my brother Chuck Feazell have created a web site
www.anthology.com where published and unpublished authors can share their works.
An anthology is a book of stories, poetry or items. This is the main idea behind this web site.
We are in the process of building the site and we wish to build it with the imput of others, all are welcome to comment and offer ideas that will futher the work and talents of our members. Chuck and I are going to be installing a shoping cart along with a pay pal account so that authors can offer their books as a down load for a reasonable price. We are open to other products that are original such as crafts.
Artists are also welcome to place their works for sale in our store.
There will be a small fee due when artists and authors sell their works to ofset the cost of producing this web site.
We have high hopes that as we work as a group and as the group gets larger many good things will come of our efforts.
My brother chuck is a computer programer by trade and he is the brains behind the mechanics of The Anthology Emporium. I am the artist and the creator of the site. It is my intention to be of service and help to build a community of artists and help others with their crafts. This will be accomplished through the efforts of others who feel as I do that giving back to the world and paying it forward has its own rewards.
I have written two books and am in the process of getting them published. My first book is an inspirational book for children that has as an added feature to the story the easiest way ever found to teach children their multiplication skills. No flash cards or huge 10x10 map.
Just fun secret codes easily learned by an 8 year old. I will be placing it on our web site with in the next two weeks available for anyone who has a kid having trouble with the multiplication tables. If it makes life a little easier for only one more child than this web site will hav e been worth it.
My first book is "The Secrets of Iam", My secound is called the Pfistpounder Anthology.
This is where the store name comes from.
The web site is put together so that once you log in you can post your work by a simple download. The work will then be reviewed to see if it fits our guide lines and then will be posted to be purchased as a download.
Our criteria is simple, the work has to:
Help people feel good about themselves or the decisions that they make.
Your item should be entertaining, uplifting or funny. Horror stories are not out of the question as long as they are such as a child could read it. Poems can also be posted.
Articles of an uplifting sort are welcome too.
My brother and I are both Christians but "THIS IS NOT A CHRISTIAN WEB SITE."
There are many of those already and The Anthology Emporium is open to all faiths or if you like no faith at all. I enjoy learning about people and why they believe as they do. There is good in all people.
An old girlfriend gave me a piece of paper that I carried in my wallet for over thirty years it said, "Each and every day I will remember that everyone I meet will be superior to me in some way and I can learn from them." It has carried me far. I'm glad to report that after
35 years she and I are back together and deeply in love.....see, miracles do happen everyday.
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