The way of the wheel is
naturally geometric –
ready to roll.
You can turn it,
or it can roll over you
Gravity is the force which
makes it roll down the hill
but you havean
obligation to fulfill.
You have to push it to
the top of the of hill
The way of the wheel is
Naturally geometric-
-ready to roll.
To read this poem in Spanish, click here.
The morning dew is not enough
to keep my love for you alive.
By the time the noon sun arrives,
you have disappeared into the air.
Secretly, you reappear in the
dark before the sun rises again.
Sometimes I wish it would rain.
She calls me,
wave, after wave, after wave
and she splashes because
she’s happy to see me.
She’s full of life, and a
mother to many.
She meets the beach and deposits
sand on which to walk
shells to collect and
drift wood on which to sit.
She’s always changing, never the
same.
When I leave, I know
she will always be there the
next time.
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The Mistress
The mistress has a mystical power over me,
constantly calling me to rush to her shores.
No matter what I do, I can’t resist the water.
Every voyage is a trip to adventure’s door.
The mistress has had a variety of lovers,
but the sea seems never to be satisfied.
Wave after wave, many men taste her salt,
and give all they have, even if it is their life.
The mistress gently rocks the ships in rhythm
that seduces the hearts and souls of the sailors;
but beware of her angry squalls and storms,
for she wins the challenge of who’s the braver.
The mistress has predictable highs and lows, but
the mystery in her moods goes beyond the tides.
She is the womb where millions of animals
complete the natural cycles in the chain of life.
The mistress is constantly calling me to her shores.
She has an invisible, unyielding control over me.
She weaves her tentacles in and out of my life, and
it seems impossible to live without being on the sea.
World of Words readership increases
In June the average daily count of unique visitors was 1.39 million readers with a high of 1,801,683 unique daily visitors. The daily page view count has increased in June to an average of 3.13 million with a high of 3,938,532. We appreciate the growth of the readership, and the goal of an average daily count of unique visitors of 2.5 million viewers by the end of the year is certainly a realistic goal. These numbers are great and we hope the trend continues throughout the summer months. If you have any comments to make, please go to contact@eliastobias.net.
More ArtBrushed photos added
Through the magic of technology and computers, The World of Words by Elias Tobias had added more photos to a portfolio of ArtBrushed images that originated as digital photographs by Mike Hall. Taken during the last 10 years, a select group of photos have been altered to look as if they were hand-painted or “ArtBrushed.” The ArtBrushed images can be seen as link on a static page on the blog, along with other viewing options on the right side of the page, or just click on the thumbnail image of the photo above.
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Lost and found in Texas
The Boys of Lambda Sigma Chi have accepted a new member, Karl Dobson, who was nominated by his friend, Brother Adrian Parker. Karl started out as a journalist, and after graduation from BSU in 1979, went from small town papers to being a medical reporter for 10 years. He was so into helping people that he decided to become a healer, first as a nurse and now as a physician’s assistant, the closest thing be actually being an M.D. I suspect the lower pay in journalism may have contributed as a motive to a second career. The moves to Karl’s current position lead him on a journey to several towns and cities in several states, and Adrian lost contact. Through the World of Words by Elias Tobias, and a popular social network on the Internet, they found each other with Karl landing in Texas. He is working in Austin making the big bucks. Karl presented a portfolio of poetry, forwarded by Adrian, and now the Sigma Chi’s are eight. The boys welcome their new member.
Effective Writing essay available
Several months in the making, an essay about effective writing with modern technology has been prepared. The article features 10 ways to write, using any current form of communication, so that the message contained in the words is clearer and easily understood. This is what poetry is all about, but the techniques discussed works for everyday e-mails, reports and text messages. To read the article, click here.
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Summer Days is the theme for month
The theme for August 2009 is summer days. Each week this month will feature at least four poems per week: a Spanish poem, unpublished poems, and a previously published poem, linked to the publishing credits. The publishing credits history page has been updated so that poems already on the web blog are now easily accessible, and as the older published poems appear, links to these poems will be set to the poems listed in the publishing credits.
The influence a person has can
be measured by the number
of people he can see in his
shadow when he stands up.
It is easy to tell when
a soul is dying…
the body in which the soul
belongs is crying.
It bleeds from cuts.
Muscles relax too much.
People don’t eat enough.
The body goes to fast
as if the day won’t last.
Skins turn red from a rash.
These are signals from the soul
to let a person know that
something is wrong with the
heart.
You are the magician in my life.
You are the sorcerer of my soul.
Your words. and actions change
my life, more than. you’ll ever know
You are the magician in my life.
You are the sorcerer of my soul.
You hands smooth the wrinkles
in my life when I feel down and low.
You are the magician in my life.
You are the sorcerer of my soul.
Your advice provides inspiration
when I have no direction to go.
You are the magician in my life.
You are the sorcerer of my soul.
Your love is the best thing in my life
and you are the one in control.
Photo by Mike Hall
The Puzzel
Like apuzzel, mi
lif is kuming tooogether
and eech pees gos in a
sertan plas. Soon
the picture wil be compleete.
The child’s hands,
small fingers in each hand,
reach out to understand
what they should know.
The child’s eyes,
the baby’s bright eyes,
look forward to realize the
truth from the show.
The child’s ears,
cute, curved pair of ears,
continue his parent1s fears
and does as he1s told.
The child’s mouth,
a sweet smiling mouth,
opens wide to shout while
his vocal power flows.
The child’s feet,
tiny toes of both feet,
get bigger quickly to meet
those who will help him grow.
The child’s mind,
many memories in mind,
searches the world to find
when best to bet or to fold.
It’s the end of the trail for me, yeah,
it’s really the end of the trail for me.
Don’t want any more ranchin’ responsibilities.
I might even marry and have a family.
I think it’s time for me to settle down
and the people are good in this town.
I’m tired of ridin’ the range,
and I need to rest my bones.
I’m gonna give up my spurs
and somehow call this place home.
Times ain’t the same as they were
just over 40 years ago.
I’ve fought off bandits, Indians,
the wind, dirt, death, and snow.
It’s the end of the trail for me, yeah,
it’s really the end of the trail for me.
Don’t want any more ranchin’ responsibilities.
I might even marry and have a family.
I think it’s time for me to settle down
and the people are good in this town.
My gun and my saddle have
been my true friends,
but things are different now,
and the past must end.
Railroads bring the east to the west,
and fences take ranchers to the test.
Telephones communicate faster
than the fastest Pony Express pace.
It’s the end of the trail for me, yeah,
it’s really the end of the trail for me.
Don’t want any more ranchin’ responsibilities.
I might even marry and have a family.
I think it’s time for me to settle down
and the people are good in this town.
My hair is thinning, and it’s turning
white or gray. From Virginia to
Nebraska, my legs have carried
me a long, long way.
It’s the end of the trail for me, yeah,
it’s really the end of the trail for me.
Don’t want any more ranchin’ responsibilities.
I might even marry and have a family.
I think it’s time for me to settle down
and the people are good in this town.
Unspoken consonants and silent vowels
create the words of the sentences that
are in a different dimension between
the printed and spoken lines of life.
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