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Reposting old Poetry… All I | The Red Pen - Reinked
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The Red Pen – Reinked. Just another WordPress.com site. May 18, 2010. Reposting old Poetry… All I. Hopefully this will get the creative juices flowing…. I will be reposting some of the peices I wrote from age 13-22…. All I want is to be happy,. That’s what everyone wishes for. All I need is to be heard,. To have my opinions listened to and considered. All I have is my strength,. It’s the only thing that can get me through life. All I can do is be patient,. Waiting for things to get better. On May 18, 2010.
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THROUGH ARI’S EYES | The Red Pen - Reinked
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The Red Pen – Reinked. Just another WordPress.com site. May 18, 2010. At 24 I attended the funeral of a close friend who died unexpectedly. Newlywed, and in good health, his heart gave out unexpectedly while he was driving to work, (he had pulled over due to the pain). Just like that he was gone. The funeral procession happened to pass by the Jewish Children’s Museum in Brooklyn New York on it’s way to the graveyard. I dedicate this post to the memory of my friend Dovid Yonah Dubinsky OB”M:. My eyes took...
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The Lights | The Red Pen - Reinked
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The Red Pen – Reinked. Just another WordPress.com site. May 18, 2010. All too often we hear stories that momentarily inspire. Tales of bravery, of what others struggled and died for in order for us to have what we take for granted today. With that in mind i penned this poem, recalling a time when religion had to be practiced and studied in hiding. When being discovered studying these sacred texts would lead to enslavement, torture, and death. It took me back to days long gone, a time never again to be.
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June | 2010 | The Red Pen - Reinked
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The Red Pen – Reinked. Just another WordPress.com site. Archive for June, 2010. The Hands of time – For Fathers day. On June 15, 2010. Derailed) Trains of Thought…. A window into family life through the witty pen of a determined and TOTALLY NOT frazzled mom of 5, well 6 if you count her husband…. The 5 Pillars of Health. Health and sanity advice from a friend that dances on both sides of these issues… :). How do you like me now? Follow the bouncing Splatt. Do you really care what I think or say?
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The Red Pen – Reinked. Just another WordPress.com site. May 18, 2010. Man… a blog…. deja-vu… didn’t think I’d start one of these up again. I guess I am mostly doing this to try to rekindle my passion for writing, working as a copy/technical writer for the last 4 years kinda put the kibosh on my writing hobby… And this is as a good a way to start as any…. A few notes that may prove to be useful (but probably won’t);. Wishing you all peace and happiness,. The Jewish Jatravartid ,. 171; Newer Posts.
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I Never Aged | The Red Pen - Reinked
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The Red Pen – Reinked. Just another WordPress.com site. May 18, 2010. A few weeks before I got engaged I spent the night at my parents home, sleeping in my childhood bedroom. Reflecting on the changes I was about to face, I spent a sleepless night going through the memories of my childhood, and that had transpired since I was the kid playing Zelda on my NES…. While looking through old photos, and holding my favorite toys and books of years long gone I was overcome by emotion and penned the following piece.
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Forgotten Hands | The Red Pen - Reinked
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The Red Pen – Reinked. Just another WordPress.com site. May 18, 2010. One of the first pieces I ever shared with anyone…. Hundreds died but they reached their goal,. The victories prize was worth every soul. They called out they swore not to forsake,. To the heavens, their cries reached אם אשכחך (. Im Eshkachech – If I forget). This cause that they lived for they died for as well,. For each day without it, served as a living hell. But now it was ours, standing proud, standing tall,. Dirt is all they see,.
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The Red Pen – Reinked. Just another WordPress.com site. I guess I’m kinda strange, but in a good way. This blog is just me on life’s journey, discovering its bumps and turns. Trying to hold on to the sights and experiences that make it all worthwhile…. with a beer in one hand and a pen in the other…. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.
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The Banquet – A Children’s Tale | The Red Pen - Reinked
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The Red Pen – Reinked. Just another WordPress.com site. May 18, 2010. The Banquet – A Children’s Tale. I wrote this while bored in High-School I think it was in 9th Grade Biology:. 8220;She’s Coming, she’s coming! Laquo; The Lights. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. OK, sign up to re...
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Funeral | The Red Pen - Reinked
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The Red Pen – Reinked. Just another WordPress.com site. May 18, 2010. I found this one in an old notebook. I don’t remember writing it, but I remember when it was written. During this time the themes of death, loss, suicide and pain were principal in my compositions. At the time I was trying to cope with the impact of a close friend committing suicide. Guilt, Pain, Loss, Hopelessness… There seemed to be no end to the “I should have’s” and the “If only’s”…. Such emptiness in my heart. The misery I now feel.
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