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Kosovo

2008-12-04T23:57:23-05:00

Bosnia Remembered...

His blackened heart filled
with high stubborn plans.
          How many are failing?

His people blinded,
up for the dare.
          How many are fighting?

His victims in fear,
leaving the land.
          How many are fleeing?

Shocked into silence
are the innocent.
          How many are fretting?

The bombs are dropping.
He doesn't care.
          How many are falling?

Our pilots on mark,
giving a hand.
          How many are flying?

Our Flag being burned,
as they dance about.
          How many are feasting?

New and old ideas,
Clash of boundaries.
          How many are forming?

Bullseyes on their chests,
insults they all Shout!
          How many are faulting?

Their retreat our wish,
Allies stand as one.
          How many are fuming?

History repeats
taking its fare.
          How many are forgetting?

Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright 1999

My Thoughts Go Back

2008-12-04T23:01:04-05:00

In Memory of Fred Cecil, musician

My Thoughts go back, back to a time...

when the warmth permeated this room,
     Like that you would find within the womb,
     The fan whirred in a monotonous din.
     The air unit had frozen again.

when the music softly played a popular tune,
     It was a hundred and seven at about noon.
     Our clothes were strewn in heaps on the floor,
     The covers were askew from the night before.

when as lovers we stirred, new morning broke,
     Being together, to each one woke.
     Entwined were our spirits, one with the light,
     We had agreed that this was "really right".

when a new-found love had just begun;
     He opened a heart where I thought there was none.
     Thinking forever we'd be King and Queen,
     He went off to work, to sing and be seen.

when I didn't know that on that date,
     It had all been sealed; it was just our fate.
     The keyboard sat silent, awaiting his hands;
     His voice would be missed by all of his fans.

when I listened for his knock upon the door,
     So he'd be with me just once more.
     Overwhelming pain, hurting so deep.
     Imagining him here with me asleep.

My thoughts go back, back to a time ...

when the warmth permeated this room,
     Like that you would find within the womb.
     The fan whirred in a monotonous din.
     The air unit had frozen again.

Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright 1999

Previous Publish: Story Digest, Vol II Issue IV, Editor: Shaun Lockhart, 1999

Birth Control Death - Please Read!

2008-12-03T08:58:15-05:00

I received this e-mail from a friend. I would like all young women considering birth control to please read. No Judgement here, just facts of a death and the kind of products used. Please choose wisely when deciding what birth control to use. I hope to see comments about other issues regarding birth control as it is an important subject.

Cycle
scsallee
AddTuesday, November 18, 2008 8:41:40 AM
To:undisclosed-recipients@bnb.blue.net

PASS THIS ON EVEN IF YOU DO NOT USE IT

Recently this past week, my cousin Nicole Dishuk (age
31...newly graduated student with a doctoral degree about to start her new
career as a Doctor....) was flown into a nearby hospital, because she passed
out.

They found a blood clot in her neck, and immediately
took her by helicopter to the ER to operate. by the time they removed the
right half of her skull to relieve the pressure on her brain, the clot had
spread to her brain causing severe damage.

Since last Wednesday night, she was battling.. they
induced her into a coma to stop the blood flow, They operated 3 times..
Finally, they said there was nothing left that they could do.. they found
multiple clots in the left side of her brain.. the swelling wouldn't stop,
and she was on life support..

She died at 4:30 yesterday. She leaves behind a
husband, and a 2yr old Brandon and a 4yr old Justin.. The CAUSE of DEATH -
they found was a birth control she was taking that allows you to only have
your period 3 times a year... They said it interrupts life's menstrual
cycle, and although it is FDA approved... shouldn't be - So to the women in
my address book - I ask you to boycott this product & deal with your period
once a month - so you can live the rest of the months
that your life has in store for you.

*Please send this to every woman an you know - you may
save someone's life... Remember, you have a CYCLE for a reason!

Fyi.

The name of this new birth control pill is Lybrel. If
you go to Lybrel.Com http://lybrel.com , you will find at least 26 pages of
information regarding this drug.

; The second birth control pill is, Seasonique. If
you go to the website of, Seasonique.Com http://seasonique.com , you will
find 43 pages of information regarding this drug.
The warnings and side effects regarding both pills are
horrible. Please, please forward this information to as many daughters
AND sons, co-workers, friends and relatives. Several lives have already
been changed

Sharon

Missing Grandma

2008-12-02T06:13:19-05:00

I miss Grandma
and her brewing coffee.
The farmhouse is falling
into the cold white snow drifts.
I face the past.

Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright 2000

Goodbye Grandma

2008-12-02T06:10:32-05:00

Awkwardly rising
Grandma anxiously watched the snow
alone
Resigned her past
and found
the unavoidable beyond

Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright 2000

Just You

2008-12-02T06:05:01-05:00

Could have found love
Her mind's desire
Someone wanting her
Maybe (once)
But she was feeling caught
Wanting you

Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright 2000

Denied

2008-12-02T06:00:55-05:00

Illusions into madness
Sense of nothing
Spin-cycle down
Idoltry buried
No redemption
in the vacant faces
No end

Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright 2000

Delicious Desire

2008-12-02T05:56:57-05:00

Without garments or harm
Shielding mankind's golden love
Against the sunshine rays
They found delicious warm desire

Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright 2000

Hades

2008-12-02T05:52:13-05:00

Consumed by fire
the soul
pain-embedded
is pinned
sacrificed by the ravens
on Hades blood-stained cliffs

Linda Cervantes Rose
Copywrite 2000

The Chats

2008-12-02T05:48:11-05:00

We started talking
Insightful words
Full of laughter
And desire
Unthought
We found love

Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright 2000

Finally Free

2008-12-02T05:43:22-05:00

His whiskey scared her
Screams in silence
Her haunting thoughts
Incarceration bittersweet
Freely she finished his life

Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright 2000

Shivers

2008-12-02T05:37:44-05:00

I can feel the shivers
slipping down
rushing up
exposing the reality
of the naked mind
of the material world
scratching nails
shallow breathing
rythmic thrusts
bursts of shivers

Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright 2000

Rapture

2008-12-02T05:32:25-05:00

Your visions held doom
and crimson gallows
Accentuated dispair
Your pain
Expectant of the end
Your eyes impart rapture

Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright 2000

The Secret

2008-12-02T05:21:51-05:00

Betraying love
Naked and glistening
Her transformations are
Simply desire
Fickle hope
Her lie mocks her.

Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright 2000

Fallen Ones

2008-12-01T03:35:44-05:00

In the depths of despair
Many voices cried:
Why are we here?

The answer was plain
as they strained to know:
Your Deeds, he told them.

The frantic question
was asked by all of them:
What wrongs have we done?

Silence engulfed them
as their pasts were revealed:
I will show you now, he said.

Needy ones asked you,
as you quickly walked by:
'Please help me', and you didn't.

Cries from a child's pain
came from next door.
Fear kept you silent.

A friend needed to talk.
They died all alone.
You didn't have time.

You had what it took,
money, means, and time.
Blindness was chosen by all.

Tumultuous voices
could be heard crying:
How were we to know?

A final answer was given:
You knew what was right
But chose to ignore!

The Clamoring ceased,
their voices fading,
as they were swept
deeper,

                                                                      deeper

                                                                                 deeper

                                                                                            away.

You Had To Go

2008-12-01T02:24:55-05:00

We didn't become the artists
We both aspired to be,
I, but who can paint pictures
With words of you and me

Brightness of your smile - your mark
Through thirty years have lasted.
Your sparkling eyes ever so dark
We two alone in the masses

I wonder from time to time
If you had had a chance,
Would you be still so inclined
For both our first romance.

Your trip was planned, you had to go,
All was final, just one day more.
Plans were changed, a secret sown.
Your mother's darkness, her very core.

Her planned trip was in disguise
A journey longer, deeper than believed.
As you slept, she gave surprise,
Sounds in the night, her goal achieved.

Brutal truths and words I feared,
An empty school seat there stood
Required the trip be taken with those she loved and reared
What made her take that step or as a mother could?

Though we will never be sure;
Encircling the truth was a curtain.
We'll never know these things obscure
Whether the truth was so certain.

In the spirit, I am sure you all forgave
Her lowest moments she had that day
Here in the temporal, no strength to behave,
Forgetting you or forgiving her I cannot say.

The Eagle

2008-12-01T01:34:54-05:00

The many seasoned Eagle
crosses the shadows;
eyes straining beneath his feathers,
for trails of forgotten Indians.

Long ago, when the air was sweet
and the grass was green,
the Buffalo shared this corner as well;
a world of nature and freedom.

The Eagle, then happy to soar the skies,
sought eternal life through
the Traditions down below where
He and the Buffalo were revered.

This was a place, a mystical one, of
Old Traditions passed down,
from Father to Child,
holding them to the roots of their ancestors.

Now, the Eagle soars, seeking
Truth of all that has transpired.
with war, eviction and death.
The trails now lead nowhere.

His cry can be heard,
if you stop to listen.
He'll tell you the story of woe,
of the conquered, and murdered.

He soars the shadows
eternally, seeking footprints,
upon the trails of his brothers,
hoping for the salvation of man.

Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright l998

The Writers

2008-12-01T01:21:28-05:00

The Writers

The couple explored the writings of one,
of the girl he adored, now done.
They both had been to a place, so far
Never again to get the scar
Of a heart so broken, never to mend.
This is the token that we can send,
To transcend here to let them know,
they are near until we go.
The couple went to a place, just so,
As if sent, who would know?
The morning came; they said Goodbye,
She asked his name, but had to fly.
They were the same she and this guy.
Two lone writers until they die.

Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright 1998

Come With Me

2008-11-26T08:10:25-05:00

COME WITH ME

Come with me . . .

Like a child, who knows no wrong

Be open and vulnerable as curious and excited.

Let’s explore a new world in the circle at hand

Around and around with the feeling of new things

Pleasuring, learning and experiencing.

Come with me . . .

Making new paths to follow

And new rules to break

Abandonment of the familiar

So we can escape to an invented land

New horizons never to reach

The past never to return

Come with me . . .

To this astral place

Transcending your emotional reserve

Frightening in the insecurity

Finding your highest peak

Daring to enjoy the yet unknown

Come with me . . .

To share life’s wondrous intoxication

A few moments of unbridled energy

Shameless enchantment, its intensity dissipating;

Returning at will to this ever-changing refuge.

Come with me . . .

Linda Cervantes-Rose
Copyright 1999

The Tease

2008-11-26T08:05:41-05:00

He is watching
Again

As I look up
He doesn’t think
I notice

A nightly ritual
Or so it seems
Lighting his cigarette
Turning slightly
Glancing my way

Every now and then
Wondering why
(I’m sure)

The hours I sit
In this open window
Always
Seeming to be
Here

When he smokes

Where
I can see
He watches

I play the game
And look away
Only to peek
Until

He turns my way
Then I look
Directly at him
Face to face
For one moment
Always

He snuffs the smoke
And returns inside

Linda Cervantes-Rose
Copyright 1999