<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075</id><updated>2009-01-04T22:13:15.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vpoet, re:</title><subtitle type='html'>seek clarity of self;
'llow less of want;
forge thought as steel,
from extended heat
to smoothened cool,
for bring of sharpened length.</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vpoet.net/rss.xml'/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>457</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-6565052493844256225</id><published>2008-12-05T12:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:53:24.034-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about goats'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the classifieds are so sad when read from&lt;br /&gt;perspective of intention's goodwill; "They&lt;br /&gt;need a good, safe home," rings so softly as&lt;br /&gt;to be passed by reader,&lt;br /&gt;but is the hardest line to write.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/6565052493844256225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=6565052493844256225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/6565052493844256225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/6565052493844256225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2008/12/classifieds-are-so-sad-when-read-from.html' title=''/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-3092933179392718814</id><published>2008-11-04T06:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:22:39.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>standing to vote w/ my baby @ nb mills in nc</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/3092933179392718814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=3092933179392718814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/3092933179392718814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/3092933179392718814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2008/11/standing-to-vote-w-my-baby-nb-mills-in.html' title=''/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-6860378088134664525</id><published>2008-08-14T11:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:55:01.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Quote</title><content type='html'>“We think space and time are important because that’s the kind of monkeys we are.”&lt;br /&gt;- Terence Rudolph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ping.fm/WzZm6"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/6860378088134664525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=6860378088134664525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/6860378088134664525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/6860378088134664525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2008/08/interesting-quote.html' title='Interesting Quote'/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-7951811100457029497</id><published>2008-05-30T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:20:03.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes you regrow roots</title><content type='html'>Gave the kittens a bath each yesterday. Jack clawed and screamed, but Reluctance was calm and kind. Had to re-teach them how to play with our cloth-hangy-thingy. they eventually started pawing with it. they live in the couch, so playing, to them, has been alienated for 3 months. we must develop their sense of pleasure into an active happiness, rather than a fearful tolerance of Kitti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purple passion plant had grown roots this week, but they buoyed themselves out of, and the leaflets into, the water. had to plant them right away, but the roots were so craned that they couldn't be in the soil with the leaves above. had to remove one leaf and the bend to put it back into the water to regrow roots. trying to save the split-off leaf, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new car .</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/7951811100457029497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=7951811100457029497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/7951811100457029497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/7951811100457029497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2008/05/sometimes-you-regrow-roots.html' title='sometimes you regrow roots'/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-8762299411306393308</id><published>2008-05-28T19:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:20:31.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See Me After Class</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you have to stay tuned in as to not miss anything as anything is what tells you the story; sometimes you have to look away and know you are missing something, something that may change your view, so you know that what you knew and what you will know may be closer than if separated by what you now know, even if you are allknowing.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/8762299411306393308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=8762299411306393308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/8762299411306393308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/8762299411306393308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2008/05/see-me-after-class.html' title='See Me After Class'/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-2809254938154005850</id><published>2008-05-24T18:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:06:01.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Young</title><content type='html'>We are young, you and I;&lt;br /&gt;the epitome of style,&lt;br /&gt;justified by our place&lt;br /&gt;in society's higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are young, you and I,&lt;br /&gt;and spend many breathings&lt;br /&gt;of our hearts without&lt;br /&gt;seeing one -others' movings,&lt;br /&gt;though know we are&lt;br /&gt;but voices away,&lt;br /&gt;in feelings of warmth&lt;br /&gt;long past any normal home's&lt;br /&gt;bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are young, you and I,&lt;br /&gt;here to be as fore-thought&lt;br /&gt;memories:  the times&lt;br /&gt;in change's grasp&lt;br /&gt;as seasons looked&lt;br /&gt;from distant past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I hold these times,&lt;br /&gt;as real as you,&lt;br /&gt;and know they are&lt;br /&gt;but many in few&lt;br /&gt;fleeted glimpses of&lt;br /&gt;what makes us Us&lt;br /&gt;and who we are&lt;br /&gt;as who we were&lt;br /&gt;before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the disjointed style; it doesn't flow for me, either.  The message is out, though, and I can rework it later.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/2809254938154005850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=2809254938154005850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/2809254938154005850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/2809254938154005850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2008/05/where-young.html' title='Where Young'/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-2662708793128051448</id><published>2008-05-19T12:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:54:27.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>50 Amazingly Helpful Time-Tested for the Kitchen:  http://ping.fm/gD0RH</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/2662708793128051448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=2662708793128051448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/2662708793128051448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/2662708793128051448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2008/05/50-amazingly-helpful-time-tested-for.html' title=''/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-624120728201800505</id><published>2008-05-13T12:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:59:41.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eating a pb&amp;j</title><content type='html'>i'm eating a pb&amp;j which is on rye and made with spreadable fruit (blueberry) and natural peanut butter (the oily kind).  it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candi has this thing where she eats rye bread, and i love it, but it's hard to fit the slices into the takealongs rubbermaid containers for sandwiches.  the containers are square, whereas the rye bread (cobblestone) is rectangular.  very odd.  i guess corners can be lifted and it will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candi just called from work and i loves that girl.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/624120728201800505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=624120728201800505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/624120728201800505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/624120728201800505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2008/05/eating-pb.html' title='eating a pb&amp;amp;j'/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-4639476226341813793</id><published>2008-05-12T21:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:57:34.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm happiness today.  she brightens many aspects of this life and i thank her as much as i can for it.  i love you, candi!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/4639476226341813793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=4639476226341813793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/4639476226341813793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/4639476226341813793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2008/05/im-happiness-today.html' title=''/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-3899019522087007243</id><published>2008-05-01T13:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:48:21.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://ping.fm/b0UZE Every click donates $1 to homeless in Australia.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/3899019522087007243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=3899019522087007243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/3899019522087007243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/3899019522087007243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2008/05/httpping.html' title=''/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-3848233514796001820</id><published>2008-05-01T09:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:28:18.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Click and the company gives $1 to the homeless.http://ping.fm/QpHLp</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/3848233514796001820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=3848233514796001820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/3848233514796001820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/3848233514796001820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2008/05/click-and-company-gives-1-to-homeless.html' title=''/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-1826237059816875818</id><published>2008-04-27T10:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T10:15:41.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whosoever knows themselves shall know they are the Lord's.  your life was saved from your own deeds but you use it as though it was not.  know Him as he knows you!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/1826237059816875818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=1826237059816875818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/1826237059816875818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/1826237059816875818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2008/04/whosoever-knows-themselves-shall-know.html' title=''/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-7659450306897265814</id><published>2008-04-24T00:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:29:23.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like i'm flying away from wherever i have been for quite some time.  these past 6 months have been nothing but an epiphany as to who i am, who i am capable of being, and who i am STRIVING to be.i never saw these worlds i live in now when i was younger.  they seem distanced now from where i see myself as having been then/they, following a strange vein i had never invited myself to witness, allowing me to be someone i had once shied from for fear of being too me.  i struggle.  that's why i am.  i wake up after a 5hr nap and see my surroundings, i see my Love, and i juggle the thoughts of getting up happy or getting up tired.  the happiness wins most of the time, but the tired knows it can.  i write best knowing words are after what i say.  that way, you never feel tied to the next word, and focus on the following words.i long for pause and reflection, and can have such when i want.we know this yard is ours to be.  she said she wants a garden.  i love her and she shows me why every day.  i have to go to her knowing i will always be with her.  it is a comfort.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/7659450306897265814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=7659450306897265814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/7659450306897265814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/7659450306897265814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2008/04/i-feel-like-im-flying-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-7762659719942080996</id><published>2007-12-10T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:11:42.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>National Anthem in Fenway Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhcZRFcjbhw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhcZRFcjbhw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special people helping special people.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/7762659719942080996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=7762659719942080996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/7762659719942080996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/7762659719942080996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2007/12/national-anthem-in-fenway-park.html' title='National Anthem in Fenway Park'/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-7750066559127835100</id><published>2007-09-24T01:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T01:04:29.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Hold yourself&lt;br /&gt;in higher regard&lt;br /&gt;than you can carry;&lt;br /&gt;By doing this,&lt;br /&gt;you allow yourself&lt;br /&gt;to feel weightless&lt;br /&gt;when you raise&lt;br /&gt;half-way and&lt;br /&gt;know you've&lt;br /&gt;more to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lower myself&lt;br /&gt;to these words,&lt;br /&gt;hunched and&lt;br /&gt;cramped, I&lt;br /&gt;give a relaxing&lt;br /&gt;voyage from&lt;br /&gt;thought to peck&lt;br /&gt;but I never&lt;br /&gt;leave them here, nah;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with that&lt;br /&gt;sweet-bob of&lt;br /&gt;body from&lt;br /&gt;the music&lt;br /&gt;left sit&lt;br /&gt;on air,&lt;br /&gt;to be&lt;br /&gt;swum in&lt;br /&gt;and dived toward;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the vocal/&lt;br /&gt;verbal/viral&lt;br /&gt;melody&lt;br /&gt;swamping&lt;br /&gt;my arms and&lt;br /&gt;thoughts to the&lt;br /&gt;sway of&lt;br /&gt;the lightest dark&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;widest day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,&lt;br /&gt;I love the cactus;&lt;br /&gt;Who can love&lt;br /&gt;that which&lt;br /&gt;has too little&lt;br /&gt;to survive&lt;br /&gt;if not&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;be-&lt;br /&gt;ing&lt;br /&gt;who&lt;br /&gt;it is/&lt;br /&gt;you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/7750066559127835100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=7750066559127835100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;what follows&lt;br /&gt;if not following&lt;br /&gt;itself;&lt;br /&gt;what draws&lt;br /&gt;but inks,&lt;br /&gt;leaving tints&lt;br /&gt;about what may,&lt;br /&gt;what june;&lt;br /&gt;i follow these and hope&lt;br /&gt;they wallow in themselves&lt;br /&gt;so i may, afraid, away,&lt;br /&gt;walk in thought around&lt;br /&gt;and leave no impression&lt;br /&gt;of the sole,&lt;br /&gt;merely follow&lt;br /&gt;and forgottten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wind my time in wanderings of the self,&lt;br /&gt;though selfish that may be, i&lt;br /&gt;find myself through these times,&lt;br /&gt;and hope to be in them one day,&lt;br /&gt;instead of looking out;&lt;br /&gt;as though a mountain in movement&lt;br /&gt;of the rushing rock,&lt;br /&gt;held but caught in constance.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/2754071253508992276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;there is a gnat,&lt;br /&gt;which follows me.&lt;br /&gt;he investigates&lt;br /&gt;the lip of&lt;br /&gt;toiletbowl&lt;br /&gt;while i&lt;br /&gt;release, and&lt;br /&gt;he looks&lt;br /&gt;inside, afraid&lt;br /&gt;of stream&lt;br /&gt;and floats&lt;br /&gt;upward with&lt;br /&gt;great haste&lt;br /&gt;to avoid me;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot help&lt;br /&gt;but feel he&lt;br /&gt;follows&lt;br /&gt;in hopes&lt;br /&gt;i'll soon be&lt;br /&gt;deceased,&lt;br /&gt;so he may&lt;br /&gt;nit-pick&lt;br /&gt;at which&lt;br /&gt;side to begin devouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;he follows me,&lt;br /&gt;this friend,&lt;br /&gt;and we enjoy&lt;br /&gt;the blank scenery/&lt;br /&gt;the mountainesque&lt;br /&gt;landscape&lt;br /&gt;of an apartment dwelling,&lt;br /&gt;full-bright&lt;br /&gt;with white walls and&lt;br /&gt;wooden desk,&lt;br /&gt;with brightest screen&lt;br /&gt;in warm glow/&lt;br /&gt;and i feel&lt;br /&gt;he enjoys&lt;br /&gt;this,&lt;br /&gt;though wants&lt;br /&gt;to be led out.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/3857619813761875208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=3857619813761875208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/3857619813761875208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/3857619813761875208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2007/09/there-is-gnat.html' title='there is a gnat,'/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-1277968982617487462</id><published>2007-09-24T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:59:01.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;i can never sleep when i need to,&lt;br /&gt;and need to when i can never sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to sleep&lt;br /&gt;when i know there's much to do&lt;br /&gt;and all's ahead, while i'd rather not&lt;br /&gt;wait, i'd rather go&lt;br /&gt;and find my way in time;&lt;br /&gt;it's much less a worry&lt;br /&gt;of missing, as a knowledge of&lt;br /&gt;more;&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather go than stay here, but&lt;br /&gt;i feel i'd be better with knowing&lt;br /&gt;all i've yet to learn.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/1277968982617487462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=1277968982617487462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/1277968982617487462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/1277968982617487462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2007/09/i-can-never-sleep-when-i-need-to-and.html' title=''/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-1400331684926236587</id><published>2007-09-24T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:57:05.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deleting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;i was deleting these movies&lt;br /&gt;i'd never watch/the titles&lt;br /&gt;making more of a stand&lt;br /&gt;than their files' contents;&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;upon deleting&lt;br /&gt;the one entitled, "california,"&lt;br /&gt;i noticed/&lt;br /&gt;notched a sense of emotion&lt;br /&gt;for the inevitable withdrawal&lt;br /&gt;from all thoughts of moving there,&lt;br /&gt;and this image,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://vpoet.net/i/california2.png" border="0" title="crying?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the girl&lt;br /&gt;perhaps sneezing/laughing/i see her crying&lt;br /&gt;and the man,&lt;br /&gt;as i press, "yes," and&lt;br /&gt;let all pass;&lt;br /&gt;then, the second,&lt;br /&gt;or the first of files,&lt;br /&gt;shows him lonely,&lt;br /&gt;and i feel he is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://vpoet.net/i/california1.png" border="0" title="stern."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;he could be travelling,&lt;br /&gt;lending his time toward&lt;br /&gt;some other endeavour,&lt;br /&gt;one which may lean him to&lt;br /&gt;aisle,&lt;br /&gt;ready to remove himself&lt;br /&gt;from this vessel,&lt;br /&gt;instead of perched&lt;br /&gt;upon the window's cold&lt;br /&gt;steel,&lt;br /&gt;waiting&lt;br /&gt;to find where you may look back&lt;br /&gt;and believe that was the best place to be.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-8805539899064119956</id><published>2007-09-24T00:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:51:52.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='okay'/><title type='text'>you looked at me today,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;you looked at me today,&lt;br /&gt;as if to say,&lt;br /&gt;"everything is okay."&lt;br /&gt;and, then, i knew all&lt;br /&gt;would always be.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/8805539899064119956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=8805539899064119956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;looked&lt;br /&gt;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;at me&lt;br /&gt;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;today,&lt;br /&gt;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;as&lt;br /&gt;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;if to say,&lt;br /&gt;"everything is okay,"&lt;br /&gt;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;and,&lt;br /&gt;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;from then,&lt;br /&gt;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;i knew&lt;br /&gt;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;all would be&lt;br /&gt;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;-- okay.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/3288025716285371953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=3288025716285371953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/3288025716285371953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/3288025716285371953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2007/09/you-looked.html' title='you looked'/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-4769569660773642851</id><published>2007-09-24T00:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:47:56.291-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butter-flown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;autumn breeze lifts these,&lt;br /&gt;butterflown leaves in fall&lt;br /&gt;ing of the swaying world</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/4769569660773642851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=4769569660773642851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/4769569660773642851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/4769569660773642851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2007/09/autumn-breeze-lifts-these-butterflown.html' title=''/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-4241096001632368357</id><published>2007-09-11T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T14:17:15.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>be-yoo-tiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bertc.com/subfour/ss/singleSheet.htm"&gt;http://bertc.com/subfour/ss/singleSheet.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received this link through Reddit.  Peter Callesen's (&lt;a href="http://www.petercallesen.com/"&gt;http://www.petercallesen.com/&lt;/a&gt;) work is quite thought-provoking.  From the 3D-from-2D modeling to the spooky shadows of some pieces, these artworks are a look at pure beauty.  It's amazing to think that, perhaps, each image put on paper was taken from the cutout around it, creating a sort of realistic play of shadow and object.  All are amazing, especially the house and the snowballs, the skeleton and the man, and the tomb and the Halloween-ish skeleton dance.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/4241096001632368357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=4241096001632368357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/4241096001632368357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/4241096001632368357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2007/09/be-yoo-tiful.html' title='be-yoo-tiful'/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-2688903546601544309</id><published>2007-07-22T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T09:50:10.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>windows vista drivers always goes to windows update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;i don't know what i did.  perhaps, through my infinite tweaking-dumb, i've stumbled upon a rare case of, "make vista always search windows update for drivers, and no where else."  every single time i plug something into my computer, the drivers are never found at windows update.  i blame a constant ability to buy niche gadgets and clearance items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to make vista find drivers (working!!!!ilovedemonoid):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  allow windows to find the drivers itself, or try to.  when failed, select, "Browse my computer for driver software," and continue.&lt;br /&gt;2.  in the, "Search for driver software in this location:," box, put, "%systemroot%\system32\" (without quotes).  Also, check, "Include subfolders."  Hit, "Next," and all shall be right with the world.  Driver installation takes a while, but, when/if found, the drivers work almost better than those found in manufacturer setups, simply because the fluff is removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do be knowledgeable about what you're doing, though, as I, nor any partner of Microsoft, may be held accountable for your actions.  I always wanted to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN KENNEDY WAS A MAN</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/2688903546601544309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=2688903546601544309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/2688903546601544309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/2688903546601544309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2007/07/windows-vista-drivers-always-goes-to.html' title='windows vista drivers always goes to windows update'/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11347075.post-1058044189355077563</id><published>2007-07-20T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T16:25:16.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ambafrance-us.org/news/images/OMAHA%20BEACH%202007%20PHOTO.jpg" src="http://www.ambafrance-us.org/news/images/OMAHA%20BEACH%202007%20PHOTO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of its mission statement, “The French Will Never Forget” (www.thefrenchwillneverforget.com), organized an extraordinary gathering of approximately 2500 people in Omaha Beach, Normandy for July 4 th 2007. The crowd formed on the sand the letters of the phrase: “FRANCE WILL NEVER FORGET”, aimed at honoring the fallen American heroes who scarified their lives to liberate France at the end of WW II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States Ambassador to France, H.E Craig R. Stapleton and his spouse attended the event along with several American and French personalities. They all joined the crowd on the beach and actually helped form with many other people the letter F of FRANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Our goal is, once again, to demonstrate the deep respect and gratitude of the people of France, for their recovered freedom thanks to America’s extreme sacrifices during the Second World War and which no one can, or will ever forget.” declared the co-founders of the organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site of Omaha Beach was chosen not only for its history, but also because of its symbolism. The beach is located nearby the main American cemetery where thousands of American soldiers who died in this war have been laid to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the event, there was a ceremony at the cemetery of Omaha Beach with the US Ambassador to lay a flower reef and honor the memories of the heroes fallen there. Numerous representatives of local and national organizations, as well as French and American veterans were in attendance. Arnold FRANCO, famous US veteran who participated to the liberation of the Eiffel tower flew from the United States with his three grandchildren to attend the whole event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole event was filmed and photographed from two helicopters and just released to major television and newspaper media in the United States, France, and other countries (in 2003, over 125 US and French TV channels reported on this organization honoring with a rose each of the 60 522 graves of all US soldiers fallen in France) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was made possible thanks to the generosity of hundreds of companies, associations, and individuals, such as ALTOUR, AMBER CAPITAL, CALYON, DASSAULT FALCON, NATIXIS CAPITAL MARKETS, SOCIETE GENERALE, and VEOLIA to name only a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About The French Will Never Forget (TFWNF) (www.thefrenchwillneverforget.com):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This non profit organization was founded in 2003 by 4 individuals, Paul Bensabat, Jean-Pierre Heim, Patrick du Tertre and Christian Millet (Presidents and co-founders of this association). The committee in France is composed of Olivier Brane, Emmanuel de la Taille, Anne Colombe de la Taille and Jacques Noel Bilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program is one of the very few grassroots organizations with the objective of reinforcing at all times the friendship between the French and the American Peoples and constantly demonstrate the eternal gratitude that the French people has for its American ally for the sacrifices she did during World war II to liberate France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first event organized in July, 2003 by TFWNF, French children, townspeople, and soldiers all showed their respect to America by laying a single red rose on the graves of every one of the 60,511 American soldiers who died during World War I and II and were buried in France. Its second event was also a tremendous success. In 2004, with the help of others as well, the organization enabled 100 United States war veterans to travel to France to be awarded the Legion of Honor by the President of France. In 2005 the organization single handedly financed a commemorative trip with first class accommodations for 10 WWII US Veterans, last members of the platoon who liberated the Eiffel Tower. Two of them were awarded the Legion of Honor by the French Defense Minister. In 2006 The French will never Forget continued its efforts by participating in person and financially to several ceremonies awarding the Legion of Honor to several US veterans, this time on American soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press release:The French Will Never Forget - 101 Park Avenue. Hoboken, NJ 07030&lt;br /&gt;Embassy of France in the United States - July 6, 2007&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/1058044189355077563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11347075&amp;postID=1058044189355077563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/1058044189355077563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11347075/posts/default/1058044189355077563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vpoet.net/2007/07/in-spirit-of-its-mission-statement.html' title=''/><author><name>c. staines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940637637525316708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>