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100 Year Old Best Friends Hilarious Take on Our World Cute Videos


I found this on http://kindnessblog.com/2014/02/21/100-year-old-best-friends-hilarious-take-on-our-world/
if you want to laugh till you have stitches & melt to the two sweetest ladies ever watch this 🙂

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Published on 19 Feb 2014
Alice and Irene have been friends for 94 years, and their take on today’s culture say a lot about why they’ve remained friends so long. From Justin Beiber to selfies, their funny views will crack you up!
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Our most prized-May 1995 adjusted on January 2013


distances...

distances…

This poem was inspired by the disadvantages of distances separating us from…

Our most prized
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The need, the warmth
Living so far apart
Precious time wasted
Each preoccupied

With their lives
Working day in
Day out, slipping
Into the bed of

A satisfying day
Yet nostalgia
Seeping…
———

Stealing eventually
Into a few suitcases
Memories and laughter
Till it bursts so we

Will not go missing…
Wait, count the months,
Days… To cozen distance (1)
Bargain again

And pack a rod
Of love from
Our most prized…

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(1)
coz•en
v. coz•ened, coz•en•ing, coz•ens
v.tr.
1. To mislead by means of a petty trick or fraud; deceive.
2. To persuade or induce to do something by cajoling or wheedling.
3. To obtain by deceit or persuasion.
v.intr.
To act deceitfully.
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[Perhaps from Middle English cosin, fraud, trickery.]

My muse, that sweet delicious thing! 18th of March, 2013


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my muse
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My muse, that sweet delicious thing!
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I see candles dancing in the night
Floating to where there is delight
Glowing where there is no light
Where the stars shine so bright

Erasing, preventing our future mistakes
Pointing our fingers to our fate
Burning our minds to what is at stake
Chanting the old refrain of our faith

I see the love you spread as a blanket
The winds ululate through the chimneys
Hear the clamor of those you befret
The million particles you give entry

From dust to mountains, bright or dark
You inhale and exhale that spark
Pick up and shape the trodden
Mold or hibernate the fallen

You are the reason, the candle I see
The laughter bubbling in me
The slight tremor in my voice
The stars, the filler of my void

If you found the creation of these words
Understand, you and I merge
In the winds, the clamor, the particles…
The love that seeps through our tentacles

I have tried so desperately to explain
What is so simple, easy to claim
You are the echo of my emotions
The words and songs I had long forgotten

You are mine when you, decide
The place, the hour, entry and time
You holler into my sleep
Shake me, wake me out of the deep

You are my muse, inspiration
All in the right tradition
Never believed you existed until…
You appeared and popped out of the till

And now, when you go visit another’s imagination
I hail and shake your way back to my salvation
But you belong when I set you free
Let you roam the streets of destiny

Then, drop as a miracle unto my page
Filling the lines at the speed of lightening
Forgiving my jealousy or my rage
Caressing the story with drops of spring

My muse, my inspiration, that delicious thing!

But the clock goes on ticking
The time of reason
Showing mansuetude (1)
To the frames
Of consistency
The fringes of life
Burning the desire
Of the days filled
By your hors d’oeuvres
Awaiting the birth
Of your reality

Stop, quiet! I need some sleep
No, do not go… just lie in wait then take a peek
Whisper sweet little nothings to my muse
The one you allow ideas to fuse

Blow in her ear the feathers
Of where it begins
Keep her, alive and kicking,

That sweet delicious thing!

(1)man·sue·tude (mnsw-td, -tyd)
n.
Gentleness of manner; mildness.
[Middle English, from Old French, from Latin mnsutd, from mnsutus, past participle of mnsuscere, to tame : manus, hand; see man-2 in Indo-European roots + suscere, to accustom; see s(w)e- in Indo-European roots.]

Sometimes, life stands still – 1992


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The path of life
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Sometimes, life stands still
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The day seems to stretch into eternity. So many to be or not to be…
We take each step, moment or second at a time, as it is thrown at us and worry about it only when it stares into our faces.
We plead for our closest to be safe from harm and whatever is hurled at them, should be the pleasantest.
Laughter be their empire, their course an easy process, their thoughts light and fluffy. That they should feel the love and wisdom of departed ones accompany them on their tack, their approach. Go till the end of their mission, the goals they set for themselves without interference of any kind.
We put our lives in the hands and heart of the universe ( or at least as much as we can accept to ) and trust even better, is on the horizon, ours to acquire, for being leased with the bounty of expression.
The allurement of nascence, the inception of our provenance…

Writing!

Facets of life 1989 ( With French original text of poem ” Facettes de la vie ” )


Celerina ©copyright2013owpp

Celerina
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I composed this poem in 1989. That is really way back. As usual, I adapted it to the time that has passed and the lessons I have learned along the way.
One of them, that life is not black or white, it has its moments of unexpected events thrown at us which we have to try and take… with a pinch of salt.

The biggest luxury would be to be able to see it with perspective. With the knowledge that things come and go, they don’t stay forever. To perceive the
blueprint of life and grasp the bigger picture. What may seem huge normally will quickly shrink with such acumen.

That’s when we can proudly feel and shout to the world that we have reached a certain level of wisdom. 🙂

I hope you’ll enjoy reading it.
Have a lovely day!

Facets of life
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Happy day
Day of pain
Day of riches
Love and drunkenness

Flash of worries
Life of wishes
We love and cherish
The captured second

Life of delirium
Spells of insomnia
We divert and escape
Boredom that follows

Life of values
Mountains of sweetness
Bouts of misfortune
Life without shame

If I was LIFE
Out of the window I’d toss
To children weeping
Vouchers of happiness

So they should have…
A day with flavor
A present without grief
A season where they’d laugh
An eternal paradise

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Facettes de la vie
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Jour de bonheur
Jour de douleur
Jour de richesse
D’amour et d’ivresse

Un clin de soucies
Vie d’envies
On aime et on chéri
La seconde conquise

Vie de délires
PĂ©riodes d’insomnies
On s’Ă©tourdit et fuit
L’ennui qui suit

Vie de valeurs
Montagne de douceur
Phases de malheurs
Vie sans pudeur

Si la vie j’Ă©tais
Par la fenĂŞtre j’enverrais
Aux enfants qui pleurent
Des bons de bonheur

Pour qu’ils aient…

Un jour de saveur
Un présent sans douleurs
Une saison oĂą l’on rit
Un Ă©ternel paradis

What is love 1985 ( Translated from French poem ” L’amour ” )


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the love knot
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This poem was written in 1985. Yes, a long time ago, but reading it again made me realize that
given a few corrections, it could be published and could send a bit of joy to my readers.
Let me know what YOU think.
Thanks for all the positive feedback I have received since the improvement
of my blog, I truly appreciate!

Love
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Intense and profound felicity cascading
A burst of laughter, the impression of being king

That is love.

On soft skin, a tear forges its way
A asperous hand with a gesture abates the grief

That is love.

A odd habit, sudden irritation
A confession, forgiveness, the same old refrain

That is love.

A heed, cognizance and devotion without illusion
A future traces itself, the miracle of creation

That is love.

Above all, a life, the corrugations of happiness
And a generation indulges the world to its freshness

That is love.

Finally, intense joy cascading
Bubbles of laughter, the magnitude of remaining king

Yes! That IS love.

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L’amour
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Une joie intense et profonde débordant de soi
Un Ă©clat de rire, le sentiment d’ĂŞtre roi

Ça, c’est l’amour.

Sur une peau douce, une larme forge son chemin
Une main rugueuse, d’un geste apaise le chagrin

Ça, c’est l’amour.

Une manie, une irritation soudaine
Un aveu, un pardon, toujours la mĂŞme rengaine

Ça, c’est l’amour.

Un égard, une attention et dévotion sans illusion
Un avenir se trace, le miracle d’une crĂ©ation

Ça, c’est l’amour.

Plus que tout, une vie, les ondulations du bonheur
Une génération qui comble le monde par sa fraîcheur

Ça, c’est l’amour.

Enfin une félicité intense cascadant de soi
Des bulles de contentement, l’amplitude de demeurer roi

Oui! Ça, c’est l’amour.