Christmas trees, 1937

KRISHNA KUMAR SINGH

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Workers decorate the nation’s community Christmas tree just north of the White House in preparation of its lighting by President Roosevelt.

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For a Loaf of Bread by L. Martel

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This is a 12″ x 16″ oil on canvas. I did a drawing of this a couple of weeks ago and have since done this oil painting. The idea was taken from a photo by Emilio Morenatti of the Associated Press and depicts some Pakistani men reaching out for bread being handed out near a mosque in Lahore, Pakistan. In the original photo the faces are blurred and one is struck by the number of hands reaching for sustenance. I added a few faces and have shaded them out. It isn’t quite finished but near enough. I will spend some time focussing on it to bring it to completion.

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A HORSE CALLED STORM

The Language of Love

Musings

Words uttered
best left unspoken
Mind spiraling out of control
from the heady scent of his breath

Heart fluttered
from the countless butterfly kisses

Skin feverish
bursting at the seams

Oblivious to the outside worldsighing in pleasure
Like music reaching its crescendo
the euphoric frenzy finally assuaged

One of the primary language of love
best understood by
two souls intertwined
made for each other

Photo by Alejandra Quiroz at Unsplash

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Poem No. 10: “My Father” by An Unknown Author

The Red Box

Father & Daughter

My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
We have to hire a man.

My father, in a day or two
Could land big thieves in jail;
There’s nothing that he cannot do,
He knows no word like “fail.”
“Our confidence” he would restore,
Of that there is no doubt;
But if there is a chair to mend,
We have to send it out.

All public questions that arise,
He settles on the spot;
He waits not till the tumult dies,
But grabs it while it’s hot.
In matters of finance he can
Tell Congress what to do;
But, O, he finds it hard to meet
His bills as they fall due.

It…

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Be Grateful! It is good for you!

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Have you ever been at a point when you would ruminate and complain about nearly everything? Do you ever feel like life is not going as planned, or that you are going to eventually lose control? If you do, consider thinking about all of the things that you already have. In this article, I am going to explain my story regarding gratefulness, and how it has benefited me in my own life.

When I was around 17, I began to ruminate and rant as though there was no tomorrow. I would beg and yearn for all of the things that I did not have in that time. “Why am I still single… why don’t I have any close friends?” I would often mutter to myself. Well, that was when I learned from my family that I needed to be grateful for the things that I did have, and not for…

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a barren world

The Lonely Author

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On Thursday, after completing my volunteering gig, I hopped into an Uber to partake in my Thanksgiving meal.  There was a small accident. Spent the night in emergency.  MRIs and x-rays show no damage.    Just very sore.

I will be slow answering comments.  And I am trying to catch up on blog reading. Hope all are well.

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a barren world

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a meteor shower

of disillusion

have battered her

until she has

eclipses in her mind

craters in her soul

her desolate universe

is so dark and lonely

her aching heart

has become an asteroid

a barren world

devoid of love

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