Beyond the SIlence

Originally posted on beverlyanna:

By Beverlyanna Barthel

In the very early hours

Before the break of day

When all is still and silent
Just before the sun pushes  moon away
I see you standing tall  and straight
Dazzling in the light

Beyond the silence …

I hear your voice in whispers
Deep within my heart
Your message is so clear

A dream, a thought,  a memory

Reality or fantasy
I never seem to know

But in the very early hours
Before the break of day
Beyond the silence is…
A place I long to go.  <3

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It’s Time

Originally posted on beverlyanna:

It’s Time
By Beverlyanna
Another glorious Autumn  has bid farewell
Each golden leaf has danced its final dance in the wind
They have  twirled joyfully in the sunshine
And sparkled  and glistened with the cool and  chilly rain
Now content, they have found their  final resting place .
Some lie sleeping peacefully  under a blanket of snow
Others piled up in stashes along the city streets
The trees look  sad  and lonely now
Their branches  empty

They seem to miss their friends … the leaves.
Halloween costumes are tucked away in the shadows of closets and drawers
Content to wait till next year.

Thanksgiving wreaths and turkeys make room for Christmas wreaths and holly
Perfect pumpkins  adorning porches
Have a more important role to play

Food for hungry  crtters now

It’s time.
When Autumn bids farewell
The world once  warm and gold will now turn  cold and white
Time keeps moving on

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Autumn in a Jar

Originally posted on beverlyanna:

By Beverly Anna

I wish I could keep Autumn in a jar
I’d store leaves, and pumpkins, , apples and grapes, along with golden memories  in there.
The fragrace alone would clear away the blues
It’s magic spell would transform any day at my will
I’d take it out on sad days
Open the jar slowly and…Watch golden  memories  of days gone by  slip out one  by one and dance in the air disguised as leaves
I’d collect them again, caress each one and gently put  them  back in the  jar for another day
I’d take my Autumn jar out on sweltering hot and humid  days
Open the lid  and feel the cool air  touch my face and evaporate the sweat from my brow
It would blow away all the  heavy cobwebs weighing down  my soul
Oh, to have an Autumn jar…
Maybe more than one
A collection perhaps…

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Dream Parodox

Originally posted on beverlyanna:

By Beverly Anna

I had a strange dream last night
I was perched in the balcony of an old fashioned movie theater

I felt strange, like I didn’t belong amid those faceless people

Parodoxically, I could see myself on that filmy screen wearning my long, white, winter nightgown

Like an old time movie …everything was black and white with shades of grey
It seems , I was the main character..
Actually, the only character on screen, but one of many faceless people in the audience
I was starring in my own late night movie
Me watching me.
In the scene , I heard a strange whisper calling to me
I floated down the hall
As if by magic, I was standing before a large window

I could see far and wide
Everything out there was covered with a clean, white blanket of snow
An old shovel was perched against a…

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Originally posted on The Journal of the Dead Beats Society:

Mama D'Avolio from Macri's Italian Grille Mama D’Avolio from Macri’s Italian Grille

If you are interested in a history of Niagara’s early Italian culinary traditions, then this is the book for you! Written and compiled by The Italian Research Group at the Lewiston Public Library this is the story of your favorite restaurants, grocery stores, bakeries, pizzerias and so much more.

Buon Appetito is now available at the following website:


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Regular Days

Originally posted on beverlyanna:

By Beverlyanna

Regular days are like the air we breathe
or the Sun that rises every single morning
We just don’t seem to notice… that is, till they’re gone…
We hustle and bustle with our plans for the day
Taking for granted… that air and that sun… that mundane routine
Until that one day when time seems to stop
And everything changes
Suddenly the struggle for that regular day becomes a daily battle
Air is heavy and the sunlight hides behind heavy, dark cloud

Regular days are precious
They fashion one’s life with
A golden thread of gentle moments and normal routines woven together
They create the tapestry of life
Once broken, the thread takes time to mend
It is a difficult task to reconnect the severed threads together again.

I long for those regular days now vanished… forever
Those early morning yawns with my husband , sharing breakfast, making…

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Media Omissions

One of the things I notice about media coverage of Obama and the current VA scandal: most of the discussions and news reports concentrate almost solely on the action or inactions of Obama and almost completely overlook or ignore the role of others.

For example, the complete and total obstruction of the Republican Congress to all things Obama. This Congress has consisttenly and unabashedly refused to cooperate wih him in any way and has also consistently refused to approve funds for veterans afairs, including such known issues as a deep shortage of doctors and supporting medical staff.

In my mind, the Republican obstruction is reprehensible and un-American, especially in light of the known fact that the flood of veterans needing help is directly attributable to the wars and military actions of preceeding Republican administraions.

The media needs to get out of its overly simplistic approach to news reporting. The public deserves it.



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