Mugsy and I
Mugsy he
schools me
in all things dog;
smells a thousand times better than me
points out these smells on our outings.
Schools me on the art of forgiving
which takes him seconds
and me years.
He is always up for adventure
his enthusiasm for life undiminished
pulls at his chain
eager onward
looking back to see
if I can see the delights
around the next corner, like he.
Mugsy
like I
is of mixed pedigree
but he
combines the best
of several breeds
and revels in the talents
each means.
Mugsy and I
teacher and pupil.
walking paths each day
searching and finding
simple pleasures
and simple happinesses.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Gizmo's In The Slammer: My Dog the Convict
Had to get Gizmo out of the slammer today.
Animal control had him in the cage with the wet concrete floor and dripping water.
He had an inmate ID number, a temporary collar and they had set his bail at 60 dollars.
The city is hard up for money so they make you pay after they have kidnapped your dog in broad daylight off the city streets.
Gizmo had been held for a whole hour without food or water and I looked at him and I could see he was thinking he had had a great adventure. I expected him to jump for joy to see me, but instead he reluctantly came up to me seeming to say “oh and I was having such fun.”
Perhaps a little more time in the clink might have given him more time to think things over. But I was there in an hour to get him out so he was considering all of this just another one of his patrols of the neighbor, but this time with taxi service.
He was thinking, I am sure, that he could add the pound and all the dogs and cats in there as additions to his territory if I hadn’t showed up to spoil things. Gizmo is a pirate at heart 12 years old with two bad hips.
Shiatsu’s are known for bad hips because of in-breeding, with two baleful eyes and a determination to protect his neighbor-hood territory rights keeping the cats and younger dogs at bay and being over-all Lord of the Block.
He is also a break-out artist as well. Has to get his patrols in rain or shine. He is the black and white cruiser on the block, unlike Mugsy who considers the outside too dirty to deal with and is also filled with ugly cats. Mugsy is the Prima Donna.
Gizmo believes one day missed from patrolling is likely to result in his loss of face and if not territory, not to mention rights to the ladies in the neighborhood.
How did a short dog manage to acquire a neighbor kingdom? Here’s how: Gizmo rules because when he walks his two hind legs flail out behind him because of the hips, looking like a Crazy Legs Psycho Dog.
He is in no pain and has the courage of a lion, lunging at cats and dogs three times his size. The vets wanted 6,000 for do hip transplants but that didn’t make sense, especially since Gizmo didn’t seem to be in pain and seemed to consider crazy legs a mere inconvenience.
But he rules because he quickly realized that cats and dogs seeing him coming with his two hind legs flailing crazily behind him, made him seem like a monster dog of some kind and they all froze and then ran, not wanting to tangle with a mentally-ill short dog who looked like he could gnaw off one of their paws.
So Gizmo maintained his territory by playing crazy for all it was worth.
Unfortunately on one of his bust-outs the animal control guy also thought he was a crazy dog, rabid and netted him with a note that said he was having spasms and likely dangerous. None of this is true, of course, but Gizmo was looking back at me from behind bars apparently enjoying his image as the Al Capone the dog.
They wanted sixty dollars bail on him and a promise to get him some rabies shots, Gizmo had his shots, but they wouldn’t release him unless I consented to pay for rabies shots they administered.
A protection racket for dogs.
Gizmo, all puffed up from the attention, took the shot in his rear left cheek and drooled with quiet dignity.
I got him in the car and he headed for the window anxious to see what dog prison looked like receding in the distance.
I had the feeling he made some friends there and wouldn’t mind going back.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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If Only I Could Go
If only I could go
travel back to when
life was oh, so simple
then.
I'd walk a country lane
watch geese fly overhead
life was so much better
then.
I'd stand again beside
my grandma as she cooked
life was so much easier
then.
I'd sit and watch my grandpa
as he sharpened up his saw
life was so much happier
then.
I'd touch the clapboard wood
of their old house just once more
life was oh so peaceful
then.
I'd walk through all the rooms
and smell beloved smells
life was so much calmer
then.
I'd lay myself right down
into their featherbed, I'd sink
life was so much safer
then.
If only I could go
travel back to when
life was oh, so simple
then.
2003
poem by Julie Dant
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Our schools should get five years to get back to where they were in 1963. If they're still bad maybe we should declare educational bankruptcy, give the people their money and let them educate themselves and start their own schools.
quote by William Bennett
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The Best Beginning
the time for losing
is not a waste of time
the time for rethinking
is a chance for finding
what you have once written
you read again
there will be changes
something shall be erased
sometimes you pretend
that there is Nothing
Only to find what Everything
means what Someone really is
Churches fall into shatters
Governments are not that kind
Schools perhaps have mis-educated
a lot of us
We do not exist for the work alone
Or the money
We exist for the breathing and
the walking and the daily thinking
We perhaps must have miscalculated us
Our Potentials overlooked
Our Talents and Time all wasted
We perhaps have not known what Us mean
There is a time to erase and undo
This is the time to Unload and Delete
Tomorrow morning after a Nigh's
Good Sleep
We go back to the Basics
It is the Waking first and then
The Breathing
Then everything shall be new
Without any name at all.
That i think must be the Best
Beginning.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seeking For Happiness
Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;
The road leads not down avenues of haste;
But often gently winds through by ways lowly,
Whose hidden pleasures are serene and chaste.
Seeking for happiness we must take heed
Of simple joys that are not found in speed.
Eager for noon-time's large effulgent splendour,
Too oft we miss the beauty of the dawn,
Which tiptoes by us, evanescent, tender,
Its pure delights unrecognised till gone.
Seeking for happiness we needs must care
For all the little things that make life fair.
Dreaming of future pleasures and achievements
We must not let to-day starve at our door;
Nor wait till after losses and bereavements
Before we count the riches in our store.
Seeking for happiness we must prize this-
Not what will be, or was, but that which is.
In simple pathways hand in hand with duty
(With faith and love, too, ever at her side),
May happiness be met in all her beauty
The while we search for her both far and wide.
Seeking for happiness we find the way
Doing the things we ought to do each day.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXX: Good Vs Bad
Good is always in simple mind, bad always thinks how to trick
Good is always in simple way, bad always finds the escape
Good is always in simple manner, bad always fakes to cheat
Good is always in simple purpose, bad always has a catch
Good is always in simple reason, bad always uses layered lies
Good is always in simple trust, bad always changes the side
Good is always in simple life, bad always watches his back
Good is always in simple word, bad always talks complicated
Good is always in simple fun, bad always tired to understand
Good is always in simple hope, bad always tries to control the world
Good is always in simple choice, bad always looks what’s the point
Good is always in simple act, bad always counts the advantage
Good is always in simple thing, bad always exaggerates what have been
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Nationally, overwhelmingly non-white schools receive $1,000 less per pupil than overwhelmingly white schools.
quote by Jonathan Kozol
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Simple Things
Wake up baby look around
Birds sing, ooooh that sound
Reminds me of a line
From Unchained Melody
Feel like I'm a little girl
Best thing in the whole wide world
Is I can see the makings of a memory
I remember how it used to be
Well I'm still dreaming...
Cuz I dream of simple things
I can believe in
Like the feeling this day brings
True love and the miracle of forgiving
I believe in simple things
Ain't nothing like a sunny day
Chit-chat at a street cafe
Just paint the picture, baby
Where you wanna be
Take a walk, take a ride
So far, you and I
Don't need a plan
But we can share
This revelry
I remember how I used to want it all
Funny now the big things seem so small
I dream of simple things
I can believe in
Like the feeling this day brings
True love and the miracle of forgiving
I believe in simple things
Through all the days
The blues, the greys
A ray of light keeps shining...
song performed by by Amy Grant
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The business schools reward difficult complex behavior more than simple behavior, but simple behavior is more effective.
quote by Warren Buffett
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Simple Things
simple things are the simple thoughts to a
simple man
like me
simple things like a coin where there is no face of me
or you
but it can buy me something to shame me of my
poverty and helplessness
a simple yawn
i haven't really slept
to the minimum that my eyes need
and look at these eyes
they are sinking to my sockets
a simple
word is all i need and i will always repeat it
'love'
'me'
this is the simple man, let there be no complications
about
spelling
or ethics
i am a simple man and morality is too hard for me to understand
all i ask is that you must
love me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Teacher And Pupil
TEACHER AND PUPIL
Teacher and pupil mentor and docent molds in life’s tradition
From one to another opening doors into world of future
Painting the do’s effacing the don’ts learning in every conversation
Past and the present planting the seeds together to nurture
Coming of age one to the mantel another to prime
In world of wisdom reaching for stars for a dream
Finding one new for the one lost in life’s rhymes
In lines of many verses in life’s creeks and streams
Serenading the shadows of faith and hope in every moment
Leaning on each other in life’s journey sharing the secrets
For the better in each others trust in every instant
Passing on the wand changing the guards in life’s crotchets
Links in a chain building bridges from yesterday to tomorrow
Living in present gift given not beg steal or borrow
poem by Ashram Ashram
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Charter schools are public schools that operate, to a certain extent, outside the system. They have more control over their teachers, curriculum and resources. They also have less money than public schools.
quote by Maggie Gallagher
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Nowadays people seem to switch schools, either because they have to, and certain schools only serve certain grades, or because they move to a different place or have some particular interest, but I was in the same school for 13 years.
quote by Steve Case
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I really wouldn't want to live in America. I found New York claustrophobic and dirty. I missed England when I was there, simple things like smells and the British sense of humor.
quote by Jonny Lee Miller
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Life Is An Adventure In Writing Words
Life is an adventure in writing words
It is going out alone and finding them
Beyond where the ordinary mind and life is
It is seeking them in difficult and strange places
And discovering the most complex and beautiful of them-
Life is an adventure in writing words
Sometimes simple
Sometimes with the words themselves forgotten
As thoughts pursued through them-
The adventure goes on
My mind goes on
My life goes on
Words go on
On and on and on and on
Until we stop.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Simple Kind Of Life
For a long time I was in love
Not only in love, I was obsessed
With a friendship that no one else could touch
It didnt work out, Im covered in shells
And all I wanted was a simple thing
A simple kind of life
And all I needed was a simple man
So I could be a wife
Im so ashamed, Ive been so mean
I dont know how it got to this point
Ooh I always was the one with all the love
But you came along, Im hunting you down
Like a sick domestic abuser lookin for a fight
And all I wanted was the simple things a simple kind of life
Oh if we met tomorrow for the very first time
Would it start all over again?
Would I try to make you mine?
I always thought Id be a mom
Sometimes I wish for a mistake
The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get
You seem like youd be a good dad
Now all the simple things are simply too complicated for my life
Howd I get so faithful to my freedom? a selfish kind of life
When all I ever wanted was the simple things a simple kind of life
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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That State of Wellness
WELL, well, well
Here we are again
Back to each other’s mouths?
You and i
Me,
The three sides
Tripod
Talk to me You
I am
(not exactly lonely
But I must confess
I need to talk to someone
Who must confess
To like me
(Silly? But I think we really need
Still
That confirmation that we have
Followed the rules
And that we are
Ok)
Well, well, well
There’s no island
Like a man
Or at least man can be a chain
Linked to one another
That chain that chains his body
To his soul
His soul to another body
A body to another body
All messed up
In the joys and pleasures
Of sorrows and pains
Salad
Days and hours and seconds
And Silence
How many more? How many more
Are becoming dead like
Everyone else
Searching for the meaning of our
Hundred ripening silences
Justifications for pains
Elevating pleasures for blissful joys
How many murmurs more?
At dawn.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When Life was Simple
When life was simple
Was when I was in mother's womb?
but wait we were poor so my mom got no prenatal care.
When life was simple
Was when my mother gave birth to me...?
but wait I was born premature with a collapsed lung unable to breathe.
When life was simple
Was when I was 6 month old?
but wait that was when my mom found out I have Cerebral Palsy.
When life was simple
Was when I was about ten?
but wait that when I was called the little cripple boy who has no friends.
When life was simple
I was about 26
but wait that when my mother scoffed at my poetic gift.
Well I'm 41 now
and throughout the years there's one thing I have learned
Life is never simple.
An awful lot of people come to college with this strange idea that there's no longer segregation in America's schools, that our schools are basically equal; neither of these things is true.
quote by Jonathan Kozol
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Whippoorwill River
(Vince Gill / Dean Dillon)
My dad was a man
With two hard workin' hands
He always took time out for me
Well, I'd come home from school
Load up that canoe
He'd say, "What's the bet gonna be?"
Chorus:
We'd float that boat down old Whippoorwill River
Catch us a big one or two
Well, he taught me about life
And its simple pleasures
And whatever else that he knew.
Then I met a girl
With a head full of curls
A pure and innocent heart
Oh, I knew she was the one
And when weekends would come
Wild horses couldn't keep us apart.
Chorus:
We'd run those ponies down Whippoorwill River
And I'd steal a sweet kiss or two
She taught me about love
And its simple pleasures
And whatever else that she knew.
Well, I married that girl
And we have a song
And he looks like my daddy used to
Oh, his mom and I
Always find time
To do things that he likes to do.
Chorus:
Well, he loves to go fishing on Whippoorwill River
And ride in his grandad's canoe
We teach hima bout life
And its simple pleasures
And pass down a memory or two.
Yeah, he loves to go fishing on Whippoorwill River
And catch him a big one or two
He's learning about life
And its simple pleasures
And making a memory or two.
Ooh...
song performed by by Vince Gill
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