Well, I've done a lot of strips since I've been here about Zippy and me being in Connecticut.
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I think Zippy is part of me, but I'm not Zippy.
quote by Bill Griffith
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They Do Not Seek Publicity
There are those who give,
With such positivity!
And with just one purpose...
To encourage others.
They do not seek publicity,
For their good deeds.
Nor do they anticipate in waiting,
For those they assist to express appreciation.
They are here to give!
With the service to others,
They do so well.
And those blessings they receive.
Dedicated to:
Andrea Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Shayla Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Leola McCrory...Windsor, Connecticut
Edna Vinters...Bloomfield, Connecticut
Sandra Lindsay...Hartford, Connecticut
Virginia Pertillar...Hartford, Conencticut
'Okay! Okay...so I am biased.
They just happen to be,
Some of the most dynamic women...
I am blessed to know.
Is my smile too broad that it doesn't show? '
So proud am I.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Wives Are In Connecticut
The wives are in connecticut
(carly simon)
He figures out a restaurant
Where they wont be recognized
He can always slip the maitred a ten
Get a private little table and try her on for size
Make a plan of where to do it when
Hes so sly, hes in love with his lies
(chorus)
And the wives, the wives are in connecticut
The wives, the wives are in connecticut
Trying to forget it, that they really do regret it
That they moved up to connecticut
That they moved up to connecticut
The first year I was faithful
He confesses to the girl
Admitting to the least of his sins
His candour, so disarming, in this wicked city world
She falls for it and once again he wins
Hes so sly, hes in love with his lies
(repeat chorus)
The five flight walk up
Can he make it?
He keeps promising to go back to the gym
He thinks about his wife
So passionate last night
Was she really feeling it for him?
Or was it juniors teacher?
Or the carpenter who put up the shelves
Or the mechanic who fixed the wagon
Or the gardener who dug the well
Or the italian riding instructor
Or the man on the carousel
Or the out of work actor in westport
Or the surgeon who cured the ills
Or the yalie from new haven
Or the farmer in the dell
(repeat chorus)
How about
The lifeguard at the yacht club
The hairdresser from new london
The tennis pro from fairfield
The fuller brush man from bristol
The fisherman from mystic
The novelist from new canan
The usher at the movie theater
The architect from guilford
The man on the carousel
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Zippy is living in the moment.
quote by Bill Griffith
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Zippy accepts chaos as what it is, which is the real order of everything.
quote by Bill Griffith
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By his strips
It
Became
A fight
Like never before
And my sickness and my pain that I felt I had to endure but my spirt remained happy
In the mist of my tears, I believed God for everything because he is able to perform, to fix, and to turn every kind of situation around in Jesus name. Because by his strips I'm healed!
even if he doesn't do another thing for me! I believe God for everything and that keeps me going in my mind like its the peace I needed and it leaves me smiling in my heart about his ability by his strips.
poem by Clarence Williams
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Connecticut Basketball
Fast break...
Dribble and reap.
Swoosh,
Through the hoop.
Speed and pace keeps the heat,
Of b-ball.
A full court press and no foul calls.
'Woof-woof...
Holla!
Woof-woof,
Holla! '
Sweating to seek the lead!
Time out delays...
A strategy to stage.
Let them make two...
Catch the rebound and follow through.
Make sure we come back to make three.
'Woof-woof...
Holla!
Woof-woof,
Holla! '
Fast break...
Dribble and reap.
Swoosh,
Through the hoop.
Speed and pace keeps the heat,
Of b-ball.
A full court press and no foul calls.
UConn's got the steam to play.
Season after season...
It's number one,
They choose to stay.
Husky ball.
Holla.
Dropping through the net.
Connecticut basketball,
At its best.
'Woof-woof...
Holla!
Woof-woof,
Holla! '
Dedicated:
To the young men and women,
balancing academic studies AND
playing championship collegiate basketball.
Representing both the state and people of Connecticut.
University of Connecticut
Storrs, Connecticut-Main Campus
'So very proud of you and your efforts!
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the strips of woods [În arcane de pădure]
In the strips of woods, the darkness in a scary way is clinging.
Both the crowded leaves are silent and the slender trees, so high;
Night is dumb, and sad, and dying, sheltered by the opaque sky,
But the nightingale is singing, but the nightingale is singing.
In the strips of woods, the tempest in a scary way is spinning,
Sending down a flood of water and a crimson bolt of flame;
Why is harmony a nuisance and a fury without aim,
But the nightingale is singing, but the nightingale is singing.
In the strips of woods, the terror with the quietness is mingling,
Late aurora under foliage cannot come to light the moss,
For in front of it the darkness blocks the way and lies across –
But the nightingale is singing, but the nightingale is singing.
poem by Alexandru Macedonski, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Mothers send strips to daughters to make a point. Daughters smack strips down on the breakfast table to make a point. My own mom sometimes cuts a strip out and sends it to me to make sure I understand her.
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279
you have shown me
how to convert
this newspaper strips
into money
how this flower
turns into a white
rabbit
how the rabbit turns
into a hat
then back to a newspaper
strips again
magician, i am tired
of your illusions
how your hands
deftly deceived my
weaker eyes
now i have my last request
please perform this magic:
make yourself disappear.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Now Stop, Face Reality
you have shown me
how to convert
this newspaper strips
into money
how this flower
turns into a white
rabbit
how the rabbit turns
into a hat
then back to a newspaper
strips again
magician, i am tired
of your illusions
how your hands
deftly deceived my
weaker eyes
now i have my last request
please perform this magic:
make yourself disappear.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stop & Shop
There are people I see...
But I don't know them personally.
Yet I can truthfully say,
I've come to respect them highly.
They may be folks who work,
At stores I go.
To purchase items,
Where I stop to shop.
In unique and personable environments...
I've come to like a lot.
Friendships I've developed,
I did not expect.
As I spend a few dollars...
Sharing and gaining respect.
And there is one place I travel,
In Bloomfield, Connecticut.
Intending but forgetting...
What I've come to get.
Some places attract,
Because the service and employees...
Are just charismatic.
Dedicated To:
Those sometimes humorous,
Friendly and always respectful employees.
At the Stop & Shop in Bloomfield, Connecticut.
I think you all are terrific.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A zippy, Mrs. Claus in round glasses
Shopped around for some sorghum molasses
She eyed the sweet stuff close-up
In a clear measuring cup
Like the elves taught her in cooking classes.
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~ Scoop Slowly Be Not Edgy Nervy ~
~ Scoop Slowly Be Not Edgy Nervy ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
June 22,2010
Sion is full of zippy
Missy ~ Milky
Cioccolato ~ Finery
Yummy ~Yummy
Smoothie ~ Smoothie
Bubbly ~ Teeny ~ Bonnie.
With zilch zero topsy turvy
Bask bloomy blushy sonsie curvy.
Missy ~ Milky.
It’s your Nivy ~ Nivy.
Muse mull as flossy.
Scoop slowly be ne’er edgy nervy.
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Glossary: With humility some glossary given for what I tried to express.
[1] Sion ~ Imaginary place considered to be perfect or ideal
[2] Zippy ~ Marked by lively action
[3] Cioccolato [Italian] ~ Chocolate
[4] Zilch ~ Quantity of no importance
[5] Topsy turvy ~ Into state of utter confusion
[6] Sonsie ~ With pleasing curves [of a woman's body]
[7] Nivy ~ Name of a damsel
[8] Flossy ~ Soft as down
--
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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1647
They were burned.
Long before the Salem ones.
In Hartford, Connecticut,
This was done.
It was told to everyone,
That they were evil.
And in 1647...
They were burned at the stake.
But their souls went to heaven.
And somehow this crime,
Has not lifted from those...
Who refuse to raise their unconscious minds.
And left behind the times,
Are those confined...
In beliefs a depiction of wickedness,
Sits within those who oppose
Such medieval controlling of thinking minds,
Still beset with religious practices...
And keeping themselves,
Enclosed in lost times.
Enforced to keep...
Themselves in divisions as all weep!
As this 'cloud' surrounds their growth,
And creeps!
Deep in the bosoms,
Of their restless ancestors.
NOTE:
Although it has never been proven that witches
were actually burned first in Hartford, prior to those
claimed to be so and burned in Salem, Massachusetts...
It has been revealed that this possibility did, in fact occur.
According to The Witchcraft Delusion in Colonial Connecticut
(1647-1697) as authored by John M. Taylor (John Metcalf) ,1845-1918.
And published by Project Gutenberg.
He states:
FOREWORD The true story of witchcraft in old Connecticut has never been told. It has been hidden in the ancient records and in manuscripts in private collections, and those most conversant with the facts have not made them known, for one reason or another. It is herein written from authoritative sources, and should prove of interest and value as a present-day interpretation of that strange delusion, which for a half century darkened the lives of the forefathers and foremothers of the colonial days. J.M.T. Hartford, Connecticut.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What I do is draw but if you make an animated feature obviously it takes a whole team of people, and Zippy is my work. I felt that turning it over to a team of people would be wrong.
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I grew up outside of DC, New York state, and Connecticut.
quote by Jim Coleman
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I come from Bridgeport, Connecticut and have friends I grew up with there.
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Flypapers at Auntie's House.
Flypapers hung in the kitchen
Of Auntie’s house. Death traps
For flies that buzzed at their ends
Or buzzed noisily from surface
To surface unaware the brown
Sticky strips were there to trap.
You stared at the long brown strips
Covered in flies, some buzzed fruitlessly,
Others were quiet and still, having
Given up the will to buzz or make noise
Just hanging there black corpses on
Brown paper, a graveyard swaying in
The draught from the wide open door
To buzz and fly and irritate no more.
poem by Terry Collett
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I'm a nice, happily married wife and mom and I live in Connecticut.
quote by Christine Baranski
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