The Interview That Is Life
The Interview That Is Life
By: Adam Jordan Rubenstein
September 2009
Life throws curve balls
And sends us through a tunneled maze
Days, on end
Practicing…
Everything and how we should say…
Portray…
Place our cards…
So diligently;
Who are you?
Where are you from?
What are you doing?
Why have you come?
And how do you plan to get there?
Questions…
Comments…
Concerns…
Just how does it concern…
You!
The basis of a question is to understand,
Knowledge is nothing with out appreciation.
Do you welcome it?
Or watch it, as it passes you by?
Overcome your struggles
Lash out at your fears
Show your remorse
Yet hold back the tears
Tell of your years
Past experiences through career
Adhere to all they have to say
As “they” know best
Nevertheless never stress
Not all will relies
Thus…
Is the interview that is life.
poem by Adam Rubenstein
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I do not believe that I have had an interview with anybody in twenty-five years in which the person to whom I was talking was not annoyed during the early part of the interview by my asking stupid questions.
quote by Harry Stack Sullivan
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Please Don't Cry
Please don’t cry baby
Let me dry your eyes
Please don’t cry baby
Come here—
Let me hold you
Can you hear my heart beat baby?
Can you hear it call your name?
Can you hear my heart beat—
Close your eyes baby
Let me dry your tears away
Close your eyes baby
I’ll be here always
Lift you up when you are down
Keep you high, to watch the ground
Show you what you deserve
And prove to you, you are what my heart yearns
Please don’t cry baby
Let me dry your eyes
Please don’t cry baby
Come here—
Let me hold you
Copyright © Adam Rubenstein January 2006
poem by Adam Rubenstein
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Once we get them in the studio, you interview a person the same way you would interview another. You ask them a question. You let them answer. You try to listen closely and then ask a follow-up.
quote by Bob Schieffer
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The Arrival of Natalie Anne
September 6th,2009
Will be regarded as the day
You came into our home
To sweeten up our days
And brighten our nights
You brought a new ray of light
A refreshing new hope of life
For both your mother and father
And all those that will care for you
Remember this day
Your mother was so proud
For her new addition to the
Family that had already begun
She will watch over you
Protect you from harm
Pick you up when you fall
Wipe away those tears when you are hurt
She will love you through
The good times and the bad times too
Give you guidance when you need it or
When you think it is not needed
Welcome Little Miss Natalie Anne
To this World that we call Life
May God bless you and watch over you
All the days of your LIFE!
The Arrival of Natalie Anne Lopez
Date: September 6,2009
Time of Arrival: 4: 47 pm EST
Weight: 7 lbs. &.05 oz.
Length: 20 ins.
poem by Scott Austin
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Interview Conceptual
INTERVIEW CONCEPTUAL
One of his most senior advisers took me to one side and said: 'If there is a question I do not like, I will tell the president not to answer it.'
'I'm sorry, ' I said, 'that's not the way we do interviews at the BBC.'
The aide grimaced but reluctantly agreed not to intervene.
Stephen Sackur
Presenter, BBC HARDtalk
the interview is conceptual map you'd better draw in a psychological awareness and with a think-good aesthetics.
(BBC interview with Myanmar president U THein Sein in sep,2012.
The New Arrival
“The Arrival of Natalie Anne”
September 6th,2009
Will be regarded as the day
You came into our home
To sweeten up our days
And brighten our nights
You brought a new ray of light
A refreshing new hope of life
For both your mother and father
And all those that will care for you
Remember this day
Your mother was so proud
For her new addition to the
Family that had already begun
She will watch over you
Protect you from harm
Pick you up when you fall
Wipe away those tears when you’re hurt
She will love you through
The good times and the bad times too
Give you guidance when you need it or
When you think it is not needed
Welcome Little Miss Natalie Anne
To this World that we call Life
May God bless you and watch over you
All the days of your LIFE!
The Arrival of Natalie Anne Lopez
Date: September 6,2009
Time of Arrival: 4: 47 pm EST
Weight: 7 lbs. &.05 oz.
Length: 20 ins.
poem by Scott Austin
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I really do plan to get out of show business within five years or so.
Bill Cosby in Playboy interview (May 1969)
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What If
Such a tiny word, that word if, helps to ignore the present gift,
God’s gift to us of life today, when we put the past in the way,
Today’s a gift to all of us, from the Author of life Christ Jesus,
Yesterday’s past is already gone, and He’d like us to carry on.
What if, only moves us to cast, present thoughts into the past,
Tainting concerns now at hand, with those we can’t understand,
It may even cause us to resent, past issues, in view of present,
What God wants left behind, to give us present peace of mind.
We cannot physically, go back, to alter what we presently lack,
For with the past said and done, we have a present race to run.
Old issues we should not spurn, using all them instead to learn,
As we go forward in this life, following the lead of Jesus Christ.
Allow His Spirit only to retrace, those past issues by His Grace,
As Christ helps you not to repeat, what was in your past defeat.
Christ, has a plan for all of us, and in Him we must simply trust,
And God’s plan for you and me, is not more defeat, but victory.
Believers, God will not forsake, regardless of any past mistake,
God wants us to move ahead, not be filled with regret or dread,
As God takes us by the hand, past issues we can’t understand,
Avoiding that small word if, to focus on Christ our greatest gift.
(Copyright ©07/2009)
What is your happiness?
happiness for some is a buck and a quarter,
happiness for other is a son or a daughter.
but what is happiness to you?
sure you can define,
if your feeling is such that you're no longer mine.
what is happiness...
and how can it be;
that there was once happiness,
now, no longer seen?
paradise we 'shared'
twas paradise to me,
now the paradise is just that of a flooded dream.
time is of the essance,
but time is what you need.
time to mend a broken heart,
or tear it at the seam.
words unspoken,
one side unheard,
all that your feeling,
is my number one concern.
you thoughts, your feelings this knowledge I yearn,
all that I've spoken, but now it's your turn.
Copyright © Adam Rubenstein January 2007
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Thought-Provoking Questions
Across the TV screen they scrolled,
The questions to the show...
While just one answer could be told,
Still questions were in flow...
The compere and the guest still spoke,
With comments to explain...
Yet were the questions there a joke,
Eye-candy or eye-strain?
I tuned out what was being said,
To view the scrolling text...
Because I chose to read instead,
So not to be perplexed...
Those questions were both great and small,
Yet by them I felt blessed,
Then suddenly there was a call
To compere and to guest...
I thus ignored the text below
And listened once again...
Perhaps for something new to know,
Perhaps beyond my ken...
But, oh, what wisdom saints would share,
Life stories so profound...
And oh, such tender-hearted prayer,
To turn our lives around...
What was Good Friday all about?
And so the guest replied...
It was because God's Laws we flout
That Christ was crucified...
The guest was almost near to tears,
As he explained the cost...
To think, Christ overcame His fears
And died to save the lost...
Another caller praised the Lord,
She spoke of many things...
Then told us straight to rest assured,
Trust Christ, the King of Kings!
Forgiveness is the Father's Plan,
The Bible is the key...
And suddenly, my tears began...
I knew Christ died for me...
Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2012.
Howard Conder's Question And Answer show is
on Revelation TV. He said he would like to
see viewers' email questions scrolling across
the TV screen while the guest and he were
discussing one question at a time.
He wondered if viewers would still find some
extra blessing if thought-provoking questions
were seen on screen.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
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Still Life
Theres a picture in the hall, I know
And its from a time when feelings showed
Though I hold it close before my eyes
My heart refuses to see
Loving you could have been, oh so easy
But there is something you dont understand
Through the times when two were one completely
There was another in this well laid plan
This corridor seems to stretch for years ahead
But patient hearts cannot match times steady tread
Is this the threshold of a fantasy?
Is there still life at all?
Loving you could have been, oh so easy
But there is something you dont understand
Through the times when two were one completely
There was another in this well laid plan
Best laid plan of ours
Watering the garden, some comfort for the twilight years
Still, life never lingers, it marches past our veil of tears
A moments all weve got, to have and to hold
Dont slip, dont blink, dont turn your head
With a photographic memory
I could live in a time that used to be
Is this the threshold of a fantasy?
Is there still life at all?
Loving you could have been, oh so easy
But there is something you dont understand
Through the times when I was won completely
There was another in this well laid plan
Loving you could have been, oh so easy
But there is something you dont understand
There was a time when I was won completely
Our emotions they got out of hand
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Will You Be Able To Understand My Last Option, Or Just Tell Me I'm Wrong?
i can tell you how much i hate my life,
and still you would not understand my stuggles,
everyday i find myself in a place i don't like,
and can't seem to excape,
i wonder when i can find peace,
just to live my life,
to enjoy it like i use to,
but now it became hard,
my cloulds are gray,
with lots of rain,
and it seems like nobody even cares,
when i scream at the tops of my lungs,
it's like nobody hears,
they missing what's in front,
without knowing how to help,
it's like i'm trapped in a place,
i don't want to go,
but, nobody knows how to help,
lost and confused,
where my only option,
seems to be suicide,
but so many questions left remaining,
whether it be about my family,
and others i leave behind,
without a reason of my absance,
just a broken heart and anger,
into why i did it,
why i take the easy way out,
without getting help?
to me, my only question is,
what would they do?
it seems as if nobody can understand,
let alone find a way to help,
so my last question is,
why not do it,
everything else seem to already fail?
Copyright © 2009
11-18-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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That’s Kids Just Messing Around
That’s Kids Just Messing Around
By: Adam J. Rubenstein
September 1009
State your name
State your claim
Tell me, from which you’ve came.
Manifest yourself
Never hide in vein
Set forth and shine
Now is the time
Stay on a righteous path
Never step on broken glass
Bite the tongue instead of l`as-shing out
Ask the kids what their day was about
Encourage, acknowledge, stand and be proud
Don’t beat,
Give em heat,
When they’re just messing around
It’s all in good fun;
It was done,
When we were young
They’re supposed to tear up the town
That’s kids, just messing around.
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Last Quarter
I'm in the last quarter, but am i sad?
You bet i'm not because i've had
A lot of ups and just a few downs,
Mostly smiles and occasionally frowns.
If i had to do it over again,
Would i carefully think and better plan?
Maybe i would, but i still couldn't know
Which curve balls life might throw.
For me the last quarter's just like the first.
It's the present i love and the future i thirst.
And the past is just that for me.
It taught me a lot, but it's a memory.
In this last quarter i have no sorrow.
I treasure today and can't wait for tomorrow.
Then when time passes this quarter i'm in,
I'll rest in peace knowing love did win!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Our Heartaches
Oh that life would never be
filled with pain and misery,
but life was never meant to be
filled with joy and ecstasy.
I've learned that now and cry my tears.
I learned it in my later years.
All the hopes are replaced with fears
that every emotion that one reveres
escapes so quickly just as it began
and changes all the things you plan.
You hold on tight, as tight as you can.
And as it leaves you never understand.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Life Passes Us By All Too Soon
I wasn't sure what was around the corner
In fact my head was up there on high
Never had I seen it all coming
But one day I suddenly opened my eyes
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-
Hand in hand we both walked along
Your smile meant everything to me
How I recall all those years we spent
And now I'm left to only believe
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-
I never gave it much a thought I admit
Like a child I never gave it much care
One day that all finally changed
When I turned for you and you wasn't there
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-
So now I think back to those days gone
As I walk alone and think of you
Forget you never this is what I feel
But life has shown me something new
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-
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The Maze of Life
Onward through the maze of life
Each day forward we trek
Choosing which turn to take
Choices made, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
Enduring our life in pleasures we seek
Engulfed in our own, private world
Slicing a way through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
Choices made, yet with little thought
The impact on others, without inclination
No compassion, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
Grasping for all we can gather
Clawing to enhance our fortunes
Monetary wealth, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
Each soul, a world of one
Each world, a kingdom of its own
Wasted soul, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
No thoughts for the future,
Enjoying life, only for today,
, Future ignored, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
Picking the apples, devouring the fruit
Filling our bellies today
Living for today, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of death
A choice not chosen, a choice not ours
To late for changes, no more choices
Souls in default, through the maze of death!
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Life You Gave
Thank you for the life you gave up
just to see me through
and do not weep for me now that I am gone.
Go and lead the life you should have led
while you watched over me in my dying bed.
I have only left you temporary
and we will be reunited again
when your last page is read.
Now go and shed no more tears of sorrow,
but smile for the life you gave to me while I was there
for I still watch over you from within the clouds above.
Our love will never cease to be
it will last eternally.
Now go and live your life
just as it should be
not with tears of sorrow staining your cheeks,
but smile for the life you gave
to me while I was there.
14 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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Can Anybody Understand?
can anybody understand?
my struggles i have,
to live in this life,
and hardly getting by,
can anybody understand?
that i wake up,
wondering if it was
all a dream,
can anybody understand?
all i ask for is to be me,
who that is,
i don't really know,
deep down,
a girl is trapped,
bagging to get out,
of this life she was given,
does anybody hear,
the cry for help,
or the pain she feels,
when she lay in bed at night,
just wishing that on day,
it'll all be gone.
will anybody understand?
that behind a strong person,
there is stubborness,
that hides inside,
because the things that are buried,
that might make them seem weak,
will anybody understand?
that all she wants is to be happy,
rather than life just being unfair.
Copyright © 2009
3-12-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Religion is the state of being grasped by an ultimate concern, a concern which qualifies all other concerns as preliminary and which itself contains the answer to the question of a meaning of our life.
quote by Paul Tillich
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