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Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. ~Author Unknown
You have a serious case of middle child syndrome. You don't understand why you can't go and do all that your older brother does, or why sometimes your grandma buys more expensive things for your older brother. You are also stuck at that in-between age where you are competing with your younger brother for attention and you sometimes still want to be babied. You threw an enormous fit today because you felt your grandma let you down. It took time to get you calmed down. I was proud of you though for trying to let it go. Afterward when you went outside I could still see you pondering this whole situation and how it was weighing on you. I know in time this will pass, but these moments are hard on both of us.
... when wee Dinah the cat died in late January this year we were heartbroken ... she'd been an intricate part of our lives for 17 years ... we played with her when she was a kitten and cared for her as she succumbed to disease and old age ... we loved having a cat (or 2) around the house but didn't know (given our own advancing years) if we should or could have another cat ... in early october we saw a notice in the newspaper that the local SPCA was trying to find homes for the many cats in its shelter ... given that cats in overcrowded conditions often get stressed and sick and end up being 'put down' we thought we could and should help ... and so Genie came into our home ... she's a two-year old (as we later found out) pixie-bob ... it took her a month to get settled but since then she's been nothing but a joy to have in our home.
TAGGED by Brittie
If you're tagged, answer. If you're not tagged, tag yourself and answer. kay?
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
takennnnnnnn
What if I told you that you were pretty?
It depends who says it, but smile
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
orange carnival next weekend
Do you want to be single?
if I wanted to be single, I would be. I'm happy in my relationship.
Have you pretended to like someone?
i tried to convince myself I liked someone, but I just couldnt.
Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?
yeah
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
kind of
What would you name your future daughter?
woah, I'm having a daughter? siiick. um. i have no idea
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
funny that you mention this. It depends on the person, usually yes.
Are you listening to music right now?
no, I'm watching the Secret Life of the American Teenager
How is your heart lately?
um, beating. working quite well. got a work out today, since I walked like 3 miles to a deserted island
Are you wearing socks?
I was a few minutes ago
What do people call you?
Allie, Allison, Argentina, Al
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
mhmm
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
today, at the island. it was "I'm gonna hug you then throw you in the water cause I can" moment
Do you get stressed out easily?
not really
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
Tyler or Sarah
What is on your wrists right now?
a black hair tie
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
neither
Are you a good artist?
photography is my only sort of talent.
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
no, its summer now!
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
texting; Timmy & Tyler
Do you use chap stick?
rarely
Do you have a little sister?
nope. two younger brothers
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
quite a few people
What were you doing at midnight last night?
talking to Tyler and editing this
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
nooope
Were your last three kisses from the same person?
yeah
Will next Friday be a good one?
sure!
ODC challenge: Now and then
I based this idea off of this book cover. The now and then is based upon the fashion styles used in this, referring to the newer dress in mine, and the older style clothes in the book cover. Hope my interpretation isn't too bad, and if not, YOLO.
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A lot of spraying among the fruit trees here. Every year less insects, and fewer birds ... I'm heartbroken. The many strarlings, for one, seem to have emigrated
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Those are supposed to be birds... and you should really view this large<3
I felt so uninspired today.
Today I went and took pictures for a little bit with Megan. I got to get wet! :)
I will try and have something better for you all tomorrow!
Goodnight<3
WAIT, I GOT TAGGED:
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
-Single... forever alone.
What if I told you that you were pretty?
-I would thank you<3
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
-Selling corn and making money. Practicing Volleyball... not much.
Do you want to be single?
-Yes and No. Yes because I won't have to worry about all the drama. No because I like to cuddle :3
Have you pretended to like someone?
-Yep
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
-YES. I'm still not over someone and it has been over 2 months. :P
What would you name your future daughter?
-ALICE ALICE ALICE ALICE. :D
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
-Yes, scary good.
Are you listening to music right now?
-Yes, JASON MRAZ and BIRDY.<3 <3
How is your heart lately?
-Emotionally or physically!? Emotionally it's a wreck. But physically... I hope it's awright.
Are you wearing socks?
-Yes, I love socks<3
What do people call you?
-Maddy, Gibby, Madwa,
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
-Probably not. :'(
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
-about 2 months ago. :'(
Do you get stressed out easily?
-Depends...
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
-Alice, my camera.
What is on your wrists right now?
-A pony tail holder.... that is a weird question...
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
-HOT CHOCOLATE<3 Mmmmm I love chocolate.
Are you a good artist?
-I hope so
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
-Nooooo. Six months ago, I had no idea how to work my camera or photoshop! And I had school. :P
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
-Yes, with my friend.
Do you use chap stick?
-YES! I hate having dry lips.
Do you have a little sister?
-Yes, she is 4 years old... She is annoying, but adorable.
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
-My dog...
What were you doing at midnight last night?
-Watching Grey's Anatomy... hehehe:)
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
-Have never been kissed... Now I feel lonely.
Will next Friday be a good one?
-OF COURSE<3
If you read all of this, consider yourself tagged:D
Guess there is no easy way for me to say this, but Goober has lost the use of his back legs and is paralyzed. Is my heartbroken, yes in a million pieces. Goober and I will move forward so he can have the best life possible, we are a team.. I will be getting Goober a cart so he will be able to get around. He is not in pain.. I have to express his bladder twice a day, he is able to have bowel movements. He is still the same beautiful wonderful little man anyone could ever ask for. We will work together and enjoy many more years of happiness side by side. Goober's beautiful face will still shine brightly on flickr :-)
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Local author Pemerika Tauiliili held a launching ceremony for his four books on 1-19-11. One of them was "The Rat & The Bat and Other Stories", pictured here.
NONE OF THE POEMS THAT FOLLOW APPEAR IN OR HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE PUBLICATION SHOWN ABOVE - I'M JUST RUNNING OUT OF ROOM BECAUSE THERE ARE SO MANY OF THEM
If you'd like to hear the work of someone who I think really works magic with words, go listen to the late Dan Hicks sing "News From Up The Street". Just a suggestion.
LONG DISTANCE DEMONS
Most esteemed monsignor,
exorcise my phone – those long
distance demons won’t leave me
alone. It shakes the foundations
of my faith as a believer when
hell’s banshees beckon through
my phone receiver. Unreasonable
reasoning, and when that fails,
they scream like a train flying
off of the rails. Firmly convinced,
puffed up at their proudest, they’ll
win hearts and minds just by
screaming the loudest. Tweet
goes the ring tone, straight up
goes my hair – the rest of my
head spins just like Linda Blair.
Speech too obscene for me
to even tape – it ain’t like phone
sex, no, it’s more like phone
rape. Cut the line, you advise -
but I hope in vain that an angel
might call, not the demons again.
ONE NIGHT
One night two lizards got it on
right in front of me, beneath
the living room lamp where
their kind congregate to catch
flying termites. How brazen,
shameless and graceless,
those two! From behind,
one mounted, teeth buried
in the other’s neck, a reptile
ritual old as time. Yeah, but
not in my house! I pondered
disruption by force to assert
moral authority, but then
it dawned on me, what does
it profit a man to dominate
lizards so uncultured they
could care less for subtlety?
One night I said whatever,
still mysteriously pissed about
the rude, ill-timed reminder
of what I might have missed.
LIT FEST
No, they wouldm't like a lit fest
unless the lit was green with
a dead president's portrait.
They might like a lit fest
as long as the lit expressed
their exhaulted history qute
extravagantly, tracing a line
from Nafanua to heroes in
World War Two to winning
the Superbowl. They might
provide a grant for a lit fest
as long as the lit kept
a respectable distance
from topics like poverty
in paradise, pockets full
of federal funds, even
children with a different
last name who somehow
have the greedy elite eyes
of some distinguished clan.
So let's do a lit fest just
to articulate and celebrate
the irony of being free
within certain restrictions.
UKULELE ANGELS
A band called Ukulele Angels
entertaining at the mall. Shop
to the soothing sounds, stop
to watch. Ascend, serenaded
by Ukulele Angels, to shopping
heaven where everything’s
30% off. In the mall, Camelot
of plenty, customers are royalty
and locals just here to serve.
Happy campers do a consumer
hula as Ukulele Angels strum
rhythmically. See paramedics
scurry across the mall with
some urgency. It’s alright –
just too much excitement for
some tourist eyeing his wife’s
store receipts. No one notices
the heartbroken provider exit
the mall on a stretcher while
Ukulele Angels sing happy
trails to you until we meet
again.
BLOOM
The sun in Aquarius caused
a bloom of poetry like a bloom
of algae in the sea. Oh, that’s
very convenient for me. I like
excuses handed to me on
a platter. The earth in Leo
caused a boost to the ego
that was truthfully much
needed. Sometimes it’s like
no one appreciates my genius.
The moon in whatever very
often makes me wonder why
I get so possessed. Uranus
in Sagittarius usually leads me
to guess inspiration will just
remain a mystery.
LITTLE BREEZES
Undo these restraints,
I want to be a hurricane -
brewing off your shores,
gathering anger to show
you what you’re asking
for when you push thin
air around. Air, by nature
thin, seeks out similar
energy – do you feel held
back unfairly, like me?
Then let’s marry forces
to restore the balance.
When the little breezes
have felt big long enough,
caused enough mayhem
to really feel tough, they
go their separate ways,
unity dissipated. Small
wonder they part as
unhappy as they started –
even their power can’t
make them feel together.
ROCKABILLY
Rockabilly - more personality
than Punk, and like Dracula it
just needs fresh blood mixed
with its dust to rise up again.
It waits patiently in its voodoo
cave, poised to seduce youth
culture, with Elvis as its new
Pied Piper. Kids tune in to his
rhythms, new way of talking.
Now nobody feels like doing
much besides rocking. Aliens
have landed, contaminating
our DNA –Rockabilly’s turning
the youth away from tradition,
and on to cosmic awareness.
Life shifts from claustrophobic
to limitless. You can forget
Russians invading -Rockabilly
overthrew the USA while you
weren’t looking.
PURITY
Old familiar roles. A villain with
intentions impure, whose desires
threaten disaster. A hero fated
to slay the proverbial dragon,
a knight in waiting, forced to be
brave. A convincing hero saves
the day, but a convincing villain
can’t just fail as if by design. His
defeat needs to reveal a moral
weakness, unlike the purity that
guides a hero to victory. Same
story told a thousand ways –
same message we’re reminded
of every day. Purity - a quality
we’re not inclined to naturally,
otherwise heroes would be
a dime a dozen.
ASKING FOR TROUBLE
Might be unwise to walk
up to a dragon and sing
Light My Fire. That would
be asking for trouble,
inviting yourself to the last
supper you’ll ever be part of.
Dragons just assume you’re
a threat – they haven’t
exactly made many friends
throughout history. You
probably won’t get as far
as saying you’ve come to
apologize for stereotyping
slashing claws as morally
flawed – hello breakfast –
make like bacon and get
ready to fry. You have to
admire the simplicity –
mutual dislike and distrust
accepted unquestioningly.
Either party surprising the
other with an unexpected
olive branch would clearly
be asking for trouble.
CHART
Number one this week – good
on you. Don’t take the chart
too seriously – next week it
could be me. Or some sibling
ensemble who we privately
think are terrible. Or some
has-been on the comeback
trail, like McArthur who told
the Philippines, I shall return,
and damn if he didn’t keep
his word. What determines
the results of this chart? It
mirrors of our fickle nature,
the shifting sands of what
fascinates the rank and file.
Freaks or solid citizens, our
chart lets everyone in, true
equality in popularity, maybe
our only real democracy. So
if you make number one,
congratulations. Just don’t
take the chart too seriously,
because next week it could
be me.
GREEN CERTIFICATES
You make it so someone can
take it from you, earn it just so
you can burn it. I wish I wasn’t
so concerned about these green
certificates. You need it if you
want to have any fun – if you’ve
got any time when your work day
is done. Someone might rob you
with a gun for green certificates.
You can trade it for just about
any old thing, but when it runs
out, what a sad song you sing.
And so we consider everything
in terms of green certificates.
It can make you assured when
you’re growing old and feeble –
unless you’ve got vices like
gambling or needles. People
connive, lie, and wheedle for
their green certificates. My
blood isn’t red now, I think
it’s turned green. No longer
my choice if I’m generous
or mean. All of my thoughts
and my dreams are of these
green certificates.
PUSHING FOOTWEAR
With no facts accessible,
it’s rumors to the rescue,
riding into the picture on
a bullshit brown horse,
here to force the hand
of that enigma called truth.
It’s none of your business,
but you’ll still get plenty
attention demonstrating
your superior reasoning
and unparalleled insight
by spreading rumors. So
what if it seems likely?
Likely to who? If it seems
so likely to you, shouldn’t
you be the one doing it?
Like some kind of tout
pushing footwear, we
try to match shoes to
feet they seem to fit.
MOON
You were named after the moon,
and like it you shine when it’s time
to shine and fade when it’s time
to fade. You’re always there, you
just appear different, going through
a phase – circular nature. Chasing
your own tail for eternity? Oh no,
be more complimentary – this is
balance in action, arranged so
dark and light both have their time.
Moon proves you can show both,
just never together. Delicate not
dominant, moonlight won’t try
to burn you, just illuminate your
path through the night.
BUILDINGS
Ground zero again - everything
built up now gone. Back to just
bones, muscle, and blood, back
to memories, living history.
They say don’t build on sand,
but even solid rock trembles,
shaking off our vanity as if it
were dandruff. Man builds
to celebrate himself – castles
to keep animals out, keep us
contained in comfort. Wood,
brick and steel, transformed
by ideas into buildings, made
to last, or so we believe. Then
most buildings collapse, circle
back to just an idea awaiting
realization. Ground zero again -
now a garden, just as it began.
Returning knows something
buildings don’t.
AN ULTIMATE GOOD (FOR STEPHEN HAWKING)
I won’t swim in the ocean,
I won’t rock and roll, I won’t
climb up a mountain, or dig
a small hole for the roses I’ll
never grow. Won’t explore
on my own going wherever
I please, never hammer
a nail nor chainsaw a tree
fallen in the path of the car
I’ll never drive. Never any
of this – why even bother
staying alive? My body’s
betrayed me, but I’ve still
got a mind that’s never
forgotten there’s so much
left to find. My runaway
speech left so much unsaid,
but I’ll still find a way to
share what’s in my head.
Can’t touch you with hands,
only with my belief there’s
an ultimate good more
for you than for me.
RISK BEING RIGHT
Uncertainty holds some kind
of safety, a sort of comfort,
a weary spirit’s last resort.
You can always say you just
don’t know, and no one can
argue with that. And if you’re
not sure if anything needs
doing, then who can blame
you for doing nothing? I’m
not even sure what your
name is anymore – I mean,
you may have changed it.
Since yesterday, you may
be different too – continuity
isn’t guaranteed. Sorry, I
can’t recall whether I ever
took you seriously. Define
yourself for me one more
time, please – that might
reverse my uncertainty.
No one wants to be wrong,
nor will they risk being right.
Just a symptom of our times.
PRESTIGE
Please don’t die – I can’t afford
the family crisis. Please don’t die
- make me demonstrate a love
I never felt. Please don’t die
- make me return all the favors
you never did for my family.
Please don’t die and make us
pay for respect. Is it the man
you want us to honor, or just
his imagined prestige? Will
Heaven be impressed by the
size of a funeral? Do the angels
all expect an envelope? Until
our land is blessed with money
growing on trees like coconuts,
please make an issue with my
employers why they don’t pay
me as much as you want me
to donate. Please don’t die –
those with little have to empty
their pockets to fill the purses
of those who already have
plenty. Before I die, please
strip my name of any prestige –
spare the loved ones I leave
behind this final exploitation.
YARDMEN
We’re not at war with nature,
but yardmen still serve as soldiers
in the battle to make something
beautiful. This beauty will only
be temporary, a mostly green
mandala, changing even while
you’re cleaning off the blades.
Chaos forced into order, ugly
transformed from a pumpkin
Into a princess, but only till
midnight – plants formenting
rebellion, writing their green
constitution till they tremble
at approaching Robespierre
wielding a weed eater. From
a casual glance, you’d never
see the drama of managing
plants – they’ll be back, it’s
force of habit, but so will you.
How plant-like, we humans –
maybe by nature we’re not
so beautiful, but with work
we can emerge as at least
half-presentable.
SUN
Sun, you life-giver, why do you
drain me so? Pass the kava,
Oliver Twist, twist that machete
at a cleaner angle, look how
much better the cut. Dance
in the ballroom of your mind
as you waltz the lawn mower
round again – the square gets
smaller. Weed eaters will get
you immediate results. If you’d
prefer a task more intimate,
take the clippers and trade
gossip with the shrubs while
sculpting their details. It looks
very nice in the end, but like
Hamlet, I’m too much in the
sun. Someone get this Dane
a decent pair of shades.
HUMPTY DUMPTY
Humpty Dumpty sitting merrily
on his wall, a celebrity, ready
to serenade all and sundry with
a happy tune. Why is it you can
always tell it's the friendly ones
headed for a fall? Humpty courts
disaster, perched precariously –
neither one side nor the other –
beaming neutrality. Forgets
his own fragility, how easily
he could fly out of the frying
pan into the fire, end up just
another omelet. I’m late for
breakfast with destiny, he
remembers suddenly from
high on his wall – she’ll just
have to wait till I’m ready.
Mortality dismissed as trivial,
but meanwhile the suspense
is killing me. How long more
can you balance like that,
Humpty? Fatalistic company
can be fun, he opines, better
catch this heart and mind
before it expires. Humpty
Dumpty’s already a memory,
though he’s not even gone.
Why wait till it’s all over, he
wonders, to join in the fun?
SUMMER
Summer again and I’m still waiting
for the world to catch up with me.
So many summers come and gone,
some with others, some alone.
Always the promise of starting
again – time for whatever was
yesterday to end. Again I find
I couldn’t finish something, only
defend my emotional Alamo till
summer brought reinforcements.
AREN'T WE ALL
Imagine a Hobbes without
a Calvin - he can be a bright,
shining presence, but needs
someone it means something
to, or else all that brightness
can't ignite. Aren't we all like
Peter Pan - able to amaze
and delight when we know
someone cares, but crippled
inside, a hollow echo of all
we can be, when we doubt
that anyone does.
FARM ANIMAL VALENTINE
Nature takes out insurance
every species will survive,
if not thrive. If thrive means
proliferate, it would appear
we’ve achieved our quota,
though there’s no future
for our fine young piglets,
save at breakfast tables
across the USA, where we
make sure America stays
on the go, and fuel national
expansion of your borders
and your waistbands. Eat
America, eat – we’ve
sacrificed our flesh, our
essence – just like some
Saint Valentine you’d find
In the supermarket.
POKER
It isn’t the hand that I wanted,
but the luck of the draw leaves
no other play. Losing at poker
while some wiser player takes
the prize. Hate the game all
you want, but one cannot win
being unwilling to risk it. Cards
just confuse me – representing
royalty – kings and queens with
their underlings, all competing
to outrank. Together forming
a narrative played out again
and again as long as anyone
can remember – wish for luck,
test your skill, kill or be killed.
SACRED
No, no, no, you’ve got it all
wrong – there’s lots of things
I think are sacred. Truth told
without putting in the boot
A smile without a price tag.
Puppies happy to see me.
Something actually good
on TV. A song’s that’s not
a carbon copy. Fine days,
fine people, fine music,
fine wine, finding there’s
as much joy as suffering.
All of this and more, all
sacred to me. The biggest
profanity is you thinking
I’m fooled so easily.
BUILDINGS
Beautiful buildings, if you look
at them right. Beautiful buildings
best seen from afar, the way
they interact with the landscape.
Beautiful buildings, see how
they reflect off the water
at night. The closer you get,
the less you sense their true
majesty. Beautiful buildings
can’t be judged by just one
door or window. You have
to see them in total. Kind of
like some people who’ll stun
you from a distance but don’t
seem beautiful at all up close.
OLD EUROPE
I want culture. I want history.
I want philosophy. I want
justification for not being
a barbarian. I want the best
that’s survived all the wars
since they started recording
this primal beast’s progress.
Progress always throwing up
something new but seldom
something lasting. Nothing
worthy of replacing all that
stays timeless in old Europe.
THE DEAL
Got no idea what the deal
really is, only so many
thoughts about what it
could be. Don't know for
sure what the deal really
means, only that if feels
like something's changed.
Wish I knew what the deal
is, because I try to take
care of my own, and let
those who don't want
to be my own go free.
TALKING DOG
I’m a talking dog, but I’ve
learned to keep quiet. I’m
a talking dog hurting for
good conversation, some
meaningful interaction,
cause with no one to talk
to, what’s the point being
able to talk at all? All this
buzz about magic lately -
vampires are chic, shape
shifters are cool, regular
people with superpowers
rule – must be symbolic
of something, like how
we have the gifts inside
us to rise up, overcome,
break free. So now I’ve
cast off the shackles of
animal speech and still,
no one wants to listen
to me. A bone for some
beautiful poetry…
HAPPINESS
Strange how you attract so
many enemies when you’re
happy. You’re seen as either
a total fool or as having some
unfair advantage. Oh woe all
the wrongs in the world, so
many hurting, it’s unfair that
anyone should be happy, it’s
an insult to all the suffering,
all the rapes, killing, stealing,
that anyone should find life
full of joy. Mea culpa, I didn’t
mean to, I was suffering just
like you, and then a beautiful
person said something that
changed my point of view
and I knew that if happiness
is really so rare, then we’d
better grab it. We’ll keep
it safe until it can come out
for more of you.
ZOMBIES
Now I know why zombies
are so popular. Deep down
inside, we know it’s really us
who are the zombies – we
stumble through life with
minds scrambled by poison
drugs, poison food and
worst of all, poison ideas.
Once in awhile someone
remembers they’re human,
but waking up to global
warming, world hunger,
economic disaster, racial
profiling, Al-Quida, school
shootings and Trump sends
them running right back
to the comfort of poison
oblivion. So in those high
rated shows, the zombies
might be the bad guys, but
somewhere inside we’re
thinking – go, zombies, go.
BLUES DONE BADLY
Blues done badly – let it
remain just a private joke
between friends. Cause
blues done really well
makes you feel, if not
forgiven, like at least
we still have moments
we transcend our flaws.
Blues don’t cast stones,
just eloquently screams
at humanity, hey, you
cut me open.
APIA SEAWALL
Apia - crazy rich or crazy poor,
no in-between. But both rich
and poor know not to go late
at night to the seawall – that’s
inviting trouble. Joe Foreigner,
loaded on liquid cheer, missing
home, doesn’t know better.
Hopes the ocean will restore
something. Crazy poor street
denizen sees money, not
a person. If he ever speaks
of this night, he’ll say it was
need. Feed a family, feed
a habit, feed resentment –
whatever. Joe Foreigner,
looking down on himself,
the seawall a launching pad
spring-boarding his soul
somewhere there’s no crazy
rich or crazy poor. Wonders -
I thought this was paradise –
what happened?
SWEET, SWEET, SWEET
I’m told it’s just a trick of history
the Indians didn’t eat the Pilgrims
instead of feeding them. British
flavor, I’m told, is bitter, unlike us
islanders, so sweet, sweet, sweet.
Our people here had apprehensions
of being eaten by Fijians – oral
histories of traumatic emotions
not so sweet, sweet, sweet. Bad
conflicts back then over food, over
women, land and titles, chiefs and
children, even men all made up as
maidens, appearing sweet, sweet,
sweet. Now such crude hunger’s
consigned to the past – these days
we do battle for money and class.
Back then we had muscles, now
we have gas – our cars are sweet,
sweet, sweet.
BETWEEN THE TREEES AND THE FLAMES
Smoke forcing us from our homes –
anywhere we can breathe. Guilty
of the sin of being flakey, we
preview the afterlife we’ll have
if we don’t change our too-cool-
for-school demeanor. California
has no answer to global warming –
danger won't just meditate forever.
This smoke is like a home invasion,
unconstitutional, but I don’t know
who to sue. I screwed over lots
of people to live comfortably,
and if that freak Mother Nature
thinks she can just move in with
me, then her huggers can go stand
between the trees and the flames.
MOMENT
Well, it was a thrill at the
moment. Facing pressure
to be amazing, you get
what you pay for, and
this isn’t Vegas. I pick
apart all the little flaws
in the performance, all
the moments some
different assumption
would have resulted
in something more
triumphant, and tell
myself what the hell,
that was me in that
moment just like this
is me in this one.
IN MY RADIO MIND
Beach Boys playing in my
radio mind, knowing Surfer
Girl’s answer is “no”. Waves
will still crash on the beach,
crabs will still scramble like
good professionals, suntan
lotion will still gob up in
quiet waters, lifeguards
will still lord it over guys
going to seed, kids will still
dig up buried treasure left
in the sand by dogs,
the beach will still need
attention from otherwise
good citizens compelled
into community service
on the weekends. It will
all still look the same – just
not to me in my radio mind.
BODY REBELLION
Body rebellion, even among
dear ones who always tried
to be strong for us. All this
time, were you crumbling
inside? My own weakness
was more to the surface,
but in you strength was all
I ever saw. Now, in your
time of need, it’s a familiar
helplessness I feel against
your body rebellion. Like
Marie Antoinette backed
into a corner by mobs, you
feel painfully aware of your
body’s demands, but know
it asks for more than you
have left to give.
NO LIMIT
No limit except the words
at your disposal to describe
your horizons. Get me that
dictionary, I want not only
to expand, but also to tell
it on the mountain.
SEALED
It’s sealed, not with a kiss,
but by the court. No one
will know but the lawyers.
Prejudicial, not beneficial
to anyone, now it’s sealed
like Pandora’s Box, for only
the foolish to open. Bury
it deep underground like
nuclear matter. Be clear
that this is a menace, not
a power. Delete the public
records, and let the only
mention of it be written
in Latin and stored deep
in the Vatican. Sure, there
may be speculation, but
mystery’s soon forgotten,
exposed as invention, as
obviously preposterous.
But for now, take masking
tape, wrap it with care -
just make sure it remains
sealed.
IF WE KNEW ALL THERE IS TO KNOW
We filter what we see through
our own particular lens, often
missing the big picture, but
maybe it's all for the better.
For if we knew all there is
to know, we might recoil
at how much danger we're
in just getting out of bed.
If we knew all there is to
know, we'd realize there
must be a God because
things don't always go
as wrong as they might.
We love and hate based
on what we think we know,
and emotion will call logic
into question, but maybe
it's all for the better.
LANGUAGE
We were given language
not just to build endless
towers to nowhere, but
to build bridges between
minds. A bridge between
hearts is a matter more
complicated, but it can
be accomplished. It can,
it can, it can, it can, it can.
Language, I'm counting
on you - get a message
across the wide canyons
of disbelief for me.
BIG FENCE
Big fence, not even built yet
but turning our country into
a gated community. You can
be master or slave, depending
on your wages, depending
on your tax breaks. Big fence –
not as nature intended, but
as reassurance of our purity.
Dirty hands won’t besmirch
a system working so perfectly
for us. If they want prosperity,
let them clean up their act.
We kicked out the British –
let them banish the Spanish,
decolonize their mentality.
The land of the free doesn’t
just mean charity, but we’re
still really nice guys from
behind our big fence.
I MUST BE ON DRUGS
Why is everybody on drugs?
Little drugs, big drugs, legal
drugs or otherwise, we’re all,
to some degree, on drugs.
You take drugs when you’re
sick, and we’re sick to death
of fear. Fear of Mexicans, fear
of Russians, fear of cops, fear
of robbers, fear of failure,
fear of success, fear of Satan,
fear of Jesus, fear of being
poor, fear of being rich, the
list goes on and on. Stop using
drugs and you won’t be afraid
any longer. You might still be
aware of all these scary things,
but you’ll just say whatever.
So if I just say whatever, don’t
do a Nancy Reagan and jump
to the conclusion I must be
on drugs.
SHREDS
Shreds – all that’s left of love
after the dogs of doubt have
had their way. Enemies smell
the same as friends, and to
the dogs of doubt, all comers
are deceivers. At the first sign
of threat to the heart, they’ll
attack regardless of innocence
or guilt. Shreds – lifeless, torn,
defenseless, ghosts of what
might have grown threatening
or glorious. If you must feed
the dogs of doubt, keep them
on a tight leash, lest your own
defense become your undoing.
ADVANCE
Such a slow advance -
molasses, moving by the
fraction. Any movement
is better than becoming
hard like a rock time’s
hammer can’t crack.
Such a slow advance –
not like Cong retaking
Saigon, driven by a zeal
bordering on the holy.
Such a slow advance –
Sherlock Holmes puzzled
at clues that don’t fit,
while crime thrives in
corners unlit. Such a slow
advance – the stone
at the top of the hill once
more. What separates
patience from insanity?
Only purpose, the free
choice to advance, no
matter how blindly, no
matter how slowly.
REFUND COUNTER
I take offense that I’m expending
all this love on you but you don’t
respond in kind. I take umbrage
and insist you owe me something.
My feelings don’t come cheap,
but I offered them at a discount,
then was injured beyond belief
when you decided you could
do without them. Do you shop
with your heart and love within
your budget? You do me great
dishonor taking my love to the
refund counter, returning it
unopened – denying it without
even trying it. No more will you
squeeze my merchandise then
leave it abandoned. Your status
of preferred customer is stripped,
and your credit’s no longer valid
at my outlet.
TRUE ONE
Over and over, through and
through - you don't recognize
the true one until after you've
been untrue. The true one
still believes after it seems
there's nothing left to believe
in. The true one makes you
feel forgiven by everyone
but yourself. The true one
conceals their true nature,
just to level the playing field.
but when you stop playing
around, inside the truth's
revealed. The true one
emerges as obvious, but
seldom at first. The true
one often wonders why
they even bother with you -
try to recognize the true one
before you've been untrue.
ONE-SIDED
How long do you think
a one-sided building
can stand? At the first
sign of adversity, see
it shake, foundations
swaying. A one-sided
building may put on
a brave front, but
even the blind see
through it. Life goes
on public display –
none but an egotist
can take it. Nature
abhors a one-sided
building, would deny
you a permit to even
design it like that.
A one-sided building,
like a house divided,
questions itself – is it
right that I even exist?
So before you break
ground – make sure
your structure includes
two sides, or alas it
may tower in sweet
dreams but collapse
in cold daylight.
TRAVEL COMPANIONS
A little piece of galaxy dust
drifting all alone. Once part
of something bigger, now
barely a memory, unaware
of its own history. Over time,
longer than we can imagine,
tiny specks in an infinite void
might find each other, turn
into a cloud, become solid,
achieve mass, explode into
a new sun. Events happen
slowly, longer than we have
time to wait. Our fate is to
go the way of dust in space,
maybe drift alone forever,
or maybe be lucky enough
to connect and perpetuate.
No matter how long it takes,
our nature is to find travel
companions while we wait
for something to happen.
SUN
Sun might come out, but
inside the night never ends.
Better to sleep through
the night than to listen –
darkness is voiceless for
a reason. Sun might come
up on a ravaged landscape,
a purgatory city populated
by fallen angels with bills
to pay, debts to negotiate,
old scores they’re hoping
eternity will settle. Sun,
we turn away from you
half the time, you divide
us by nature. Inside, still
waitiing for the dawn
to break, as if my flesh
and and bones could
ever be that transparent.
SUPPOSE
I can suppose good
things or bad. Damn,
these choices can be
so inconvenient. I go
by what's right in front
of my nose. Smell will
help me tell, I suppose.
WATCH MY FLOWERS
Alas, now’s your season
of returning to the soil.
You flowered, bloomed,
matured, then withered.
Now nature begins its
process all over, some
younger thing dreaming
of lasting forever. As I
watch my flowers thrive
and decline, their cycle
just going much quicker
than mine, I’m reminded
it’s all natural and there’s
no reason to feel I asked
for it, that this somehow
is punishment.
(See links) Artist: Megan Lingerfelt
The Dolly Parton mural located in Strong Alley in downtown Knoxville was recently vandalized, leaving many Knoxville residents and Dolly fans feeling heartbroken and angry. The
mural of Dolly Parton recently received the attention of the community after discovering that the color of Dolly’s lips had changed from her signature red lips to black graffiti sprayed carelessly all over her mouth. Strong Alley is also known as Artist Alley.
The original Dolly Parton mural was completed in 2019 by Colton Valentine, a renowned street artist / muralist based in San Antonio, Texas. Valentine is known for large-scale murals featuring rappers like Cardi B, Soulja Boy, and 21 Savage.
THURSDAY MAY 7 2020 - This Dolly Parton mural was recently vandalized. This is the new one. Here's what it looked like before it was vandalized
Knoxville Dolly Parton mural to be restored following vandalization
Vandalized Dolly Parton mural gets a makeover after artist finishes work in downtown Knoxville
The mural was vandalized two weeks ago when someone painted over Dolly's lips with black paint. Three other murals were also restored in Strong Alley.
Knoxville, TN. 050220.
Haiti #Wecare
We’re heartbroken with the amount of devastation Mathew has left behind in Haiti and we want to pull all our efforts in to help as much as we can.
Please join us in an very Special Master Class with all the Zumba Star Instructors to help us raise as much funds as possible. All the proceeds will go to:
Prodev
Our talented team will come together on Sunday December 4th from 12:00-2:30 PM to deliver an exceptional experience with the single goal to help and give. Be ready to dance for 90min non stop with our all star Team.
Here are some the instructors that will be present:
Volha
Angelina
Bryan
Yxia
Rene
Josip
Celeste
Anna
Edmee
Will
Idania- She is flying back from Miami just for you!
Photography by Hiroshi Ishikawa
I tore the web
of a black and yellow spider
in the brash of weeds
and down she came
on her surplus of legs
each of which
touched me and really
the touch wasn't much
but then the way
if a spider can
she looked at me
clearly somewhere between
outraged and heartbroken
made me say "I'm sorry
to have wrecked your home
your nest your larder"
to which she said nothing
only for an instant
pouched on my wrist
then swung herself off
on the thinnest of strings
back into the world.
This pretty, this perilous world.
*
A lassie and a couple lads playing the fine Elmdale Tavern.. where you can get a pint, a pickled egg and sit for some tunes. One of the images from a performance by The Heartbroken, consisting of Damhnait Doyle, Stuart Cameron, Blake Manning and Peter Fusco, back in January 2012.
I'm not quite sure why I didn't post these before... but, that still doesn't mean you shouldn't check them out .. the photos or the band :)
You can see the whole set from the performance here
Bear in mind the Elmdale Tavern has really poor lighting.. so I go for "mood" :)
i've been tagged by ellie (:
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
taken ♥
What if I told you that you were pretty?
depends on who you are.
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
i'm about to see my boyfriend again ((:
Do you want to be single?
no.i never ever want to be single again, i'm so so so happy in my current relationship.
Have you pretended to like someone?
hm.probably not.
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
what a beatiful question. it depends, if i'm in love with someone and i come to know that this person doesn't love me or is in a relationship already; not really. though, it may take some time for me to get over it, but it wouldn't take this long hopefully.
if it was after a break-up of a relationship..to be honest i'm in my first relationship currently, so i don't really know what this feeling is like. i know, it's quite late to be in one's first realationship with 17, but i don't care...sometimes it just takes time to find the right person, and i'm not the kind of guy who starts a relationship although i exactly know that i'll hurt my partner one day...not many people know that i've never had a relationship before, it kind of feels unlikely, although i know it's right....well.i really don't want to imagine a break-up now, but if i'd have to, i would say it will take me really really long to get over it.
What would you name your future daughter?
not sure about children today :b
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
no.honestly, i don't want to. everyone should show their feelings and emotions in my opinon. there's no point in pretending to be alright if you're close to tears.
Are you listening to music right now?
yes i am.
How is your heart lately?
beating like mad just while thinking of him ♥
Are you wearing socks?
currently? yes. hand-knitted socks of my best best best grandma.
What do people call you?
oliver. only some special people get away with ollie. :b
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
hopefully via skype.
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
yesterday evening.
Do you get stressed out easily?
no, not really.
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
my sister, my best friend pia, my dad or my boyfriend.
What is on your wrists right now?
a leather bracelet from my last holidays.
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
hot chocolate.
Are you a good artist?
probably not..well..depends on what an artist does in your opinion. i can't draw really well, i don't play any instruments, but i love photography and editing in photoshop.
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
sometimes. i just met my today's boyfriend, all these feelings, this huge love inside my, every single butterfly in my belly was quite new to me. but i love the way things went, and things are today.
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
nope.not on phone but on skype with my bf.
Do you use chap stick?
yes ♥ i got some sticks called "lip smacker" that flavour of coca cola and sprite and fanta and aaaaah they are so awesome.
Do you have a little sister?
i got an older sister who's smaller than me :)
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
of course i did!
What were you doing at midnight last night?
crying at a beautiful concert while wishing he could be on my side in this moment ♥
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
you can't regret something you've wanted to do in a special moment. so no, i don't.
Were your last three kisses from the same person?
yes ♥
Will next Friday be a good one?
yeah, going to see my bf again (:
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btw, not sure about the picture, i kind of like it, especially because it's not edited.
TV show host Jill Franks has been left heartbroken after the disappearance of her pet bulldog.
Seven year old Scruncher went missing on a towpath walk near his home in Windsor, Berkshire, late Thursday night, when husband Larry turned his back on the microchipped and neutered pedigree pet for just a few seconds.
Now celebrity friends including Lulu, Louise Redknapp, Lisa Snowden and Kelly Hoppen have joined a Twitter campaign to reunite Jill and Larry with the tan and white Bulldog. Others including John Stapleton and band members of McFly have demonstrated support by re-tweeting.
Entertainer and dog lover, John Barrowman – a personal friend - interrupted his skiing holiday to film an appeal for broadcast on the Twittersphere.
‘It is a life-changer,’ admitted Jill, 48, who has been one of the hosts on the shopping channel QVC for over 15 years.
‘It's been a very emotional time and very stressful. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. At the moment it's difficult to sleep and even more difficult to wake up, as the nightmare returns.’
‘He has a loyal Bulldog nature. If he was left somewhere, even for a moment, he would just sit and wait for Larry to collect him thanks to him,’ she said.
‘He is so obedient, so this is totally out of his character. We want everyone to look out for him.’
She and Larry have spent hours scouring the streets close to where he disappeared and surrounding areas. Apart from the Twitter drive, they have distributed hundreds of posters across the county and offered a substantial reward.
‘We fell in love with Bulldogs many years ago as they are beautiful, affectionate, sensitive and love human beings. Scruncher was typical, a unique treasure, a true legend, everyone in the area knows him. We miss him dreadfully.’
Larry, 50, who a partner of a Public Relations company, was walking Scruncher and the couple’s other dog, Mr Bojangles, when he ran up some steps to deposit a bag in a dog bin. He told Scruncher to ‘stay’ at the bottom while Mr Bojangles – also a British bulldog - was half way up the steps. When Larry dashed back down the stairs and Scruncher had vanished.
Although the River Thames is swollen after heavy rain, the couple believe it unlikely Scruncher entered its fast running waters.
‘He hates water so much it is difficult to get him to go out in the rain,’ explained Jill.
‘This is a walk Scruncher is very familiar with and has done since he was a puppy.
‘He has never gone missing before and never leaves Larry’s side. He wouldn't wander off either, in fact, I’ve rarely seen him run".
Swans gliding on the water nearby remained undisturbed and the water was calm. The couple fear he may have been targeted and taken for a pet or a ransom.
Scruncher, who has distinctive bald patches on his sides and weighs a hefty 32 kg, achieved celebrity status when he was photographed with celebrities attending the premier of the film ‘Cats and Dogs 2’ three years ago.
He also appeared in The Sun wearing an England shirt supporting the England football teams last World Cup campaign, and has appeared in campaigns for Churchill insurance. He is a frequent fixture on Jill’s blog and has appeared on her show.
Fellow QVC hosts including Claire Sutton and Craig Rowe have also joined the campaign.
Said Jill: ‘We've had support from Bulldog breeders and pet lovers in America, South Africa, Australia and Dubai. The texts keep coming in through the night, with the time difference. It's amazing how many people come together to help right the wrong. If anyone knows anything, please let us know by calling 07956 939007 /Paul King@Alamy Live News UK
With oh so heavy hearts, Randy and I made the decision it was time to let our beautiful boy, Bleu, go to doggy heaven yesterday... His back legs had just become useless... He was not in pain really, just had no use of them... He was falling everyday, sometimes even off the ramp we had put up a couple of years ago for him, and needed help getting up. It was the hardest thing we've ever had to do... He was such a joy..... so smart... so loving... We will forever be heartbroken...
Explored 08/22/09 #336
APPROXIMATE RELEASE DATE: 2015
PERSONAL FUN FACT: I was heartbroken when I realized this outfit had sold out. Well before I even decided I liked or wanted Grace I ogled this particular ensemble. It's quite unique--the sweater in particular draws you in. Although I will never understand why one would choose to wear shorts with a thick sweater, I adore this combination. It's one thing to have a separate hoodie or sweater with you in case you get cold...but why would you wear shorts and a thick sweater like this in the first place?!! Maybe I don't understand because I'm constantly cold. Anyways, this was not one of the outfits I was able to get after Grace retired from American Girl's website. It was already sold out by the time I had acquired my doll on eBay. From the get go, I stalked this on the secondhand market. But it was always quite pricey, often selling for more than retail. For 4 1/2 years I kept my eye out every so often for deals. Any time I was on eBay, Grace's City Outfit was one of the ensembles I checked for. I finally decided I would buy it after I had completed the rest of her outfit collection. Since it was my favorite, I couldn't bear the thought of not owning it. It always seems that my favorite outfits for a particular character are also everyone else's...like Caroline's Work Dress for instance. Sometimes you can catch a bargain, and other times you just have to suck it up and pay the going rate.The quality of this outfit is so impressive though, so it was actually worth the money.
Explored. Highest Position: #68 3/16/2009
Incubus: Mexico
“You could see me reaching,
So why couldn’t you have met me halfway?
You could see me bleeding
But you could not put pressure on the wound
You only think about yourself”
She Wants Revenge: Someone Must Get Hurt
“I can tell you’d like some sympathy
But I can’t fix you and you don’t want me,
How can I trust you?
How could you need me now?
It’s getting to be so cold
The decision is in that I won’t break
You can’t even run with our lives at stake
Well someone must get hurt
And it won't be me
A Perfect Circle: 3 Libras
“Cause I threw you the obvious
To see what occurs behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel
Eyes of a tragedy
Oh well oh well apparently nothing
Apparently nothing at all
You don’t see me
You don’t see me at all”
The Bravery: The Ocean
“All of these moments are lost in time
But you’re caught in my head like a thorn on a vine
Took forever to amend me and I wonder why
Do I wish I’ve never known you at all?”
Jem: Missing You
“I’ll always be thankful for the time we had
We were blessed and should celebrate but I feel too sad
All the wonderful memories just make me fall apart
And it feels like somebody’s stabbed me in the heart
And I, yes I, miss you and it’s killing inside
Oh well I, yes I miss you, and want you by my side”
Modest Mouse: Little Motel
“We trade tit for tat like that for this
And I don’t think there was insult that was missed
I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and
I was tagged a few times
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
Taken by the king of kings like what ;) I'm single though
What if I told you that you were pretty?
I'd turn around to see if there was someone behind me and then say thank you
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
Hopefully going to the father of lights movie showing/concert tour
Do you want to be single?
I don't really worry about whether or not I'm single. What is being in a relationship with someone that makes it so desirable?
Have you pretended to like someone?
I don't know really
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
ummmmm no se
What would you name your future daughter?
Elodyn(because of halley)
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
ummmm in public yes.....on flickr not so much
Are you listening to music right now?
Yep, Perfector by My Epic
How is your heart lately?
Calm, content, ready to run
Are you wearing socks?
NEVER!!!!!!
What do people call you?
mmm shay, momo(from avatar the last airbender), nicole(middle name)
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
ummm I like everyone, and no one's around to talk :P
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
People at church awkwardly hug me all the time XD
Do you get stressed out easily?
Sometimes I think
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
Jesus, A whole lot of people on flickr
What is on your wrists right now?
creases
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
hot chocolate with milk, cinnamon, and peppermint
Are you a good artist?
surrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeee XD
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
No
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
With my best friend who was having some problems, sadly that was in middle school, and now I can't be there to help her fix her problems
Do you use chap stick?
I probably should but no
Do you have a little sister?
No but I have a neice
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
Yep, My mommy
What were you doing at midnight last night?
Taking pictures/chatting
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
Never kissed anyone :P
Will next Friday be a good one?
Yes, everyday is good regardless
Our beloved 28 year old Daddy Bear returned to China on 10/29/2018.
We are heartbroken to see him return but at the same time happy for him. He returns to China after 15 successful years at the San Diego Zoo. He sired 5 beautiful cubs with Bai Yun all through natural breeding. He is the only male panda who can claim this in the USA.
So very proud of him, he traveled well ( he is quite good at taking naps) and was out exploring his new beautiful home on day one in China.
I now have to make my travel plans to China, gotta see this guy again.
Original art by Lisa Betournay. #fineart #painting #skeleton #skeletonart #darkart #heartbroken #skeletonpainting #acrylic #acrylicpainting #surrealism #brokenheartpainting #sadskeleton
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Ok So Im Feeling Heartbroken Right Now.The Guy I Like Well I Found Out He Hates Me And Likes One Of My Best Friends And Me And The Guy Are Also Best Friends And He Knows I Like Him...It Hurts But I'll Get Over It.
Explore Highest Position: #57
Keith (aka The Husband) and I were heartbroken when we saw the condition of this once magnificent house. This was the home of Keith's g-g-uncle, Peter Nickels (1832 - 1929) and his wife, Cosby Addington Quillen. The architectural details of this house include two star-shaped cutouts in the porch gable. The chimney, now gone, was constructed of stone from the surrounding area.
Uncle Peter received a small monthly pension for his service with Co. A, 22nd VA Cavalry during the Civil War. Even in his advanced years, he would walk from this house to Snowflake and back every month to get his check.
Our beautiful Poppy crossed over the rainbow bridge at 2 am this morning. Her dad and I are simply heartbroken.
Finally broke down and added Heartbroken to the collection. Finally Tonner gave us an outfit that hasn't already been done to death. Now if he would only give us the Paisley robe set. I wanted to show a little bit of the gown here without taking the robe all the way off.
Dr. Harold Stewart was heartbroken when he accidently knocked his Zeiss monocular microscope off the lab bench and broke it. With this microscope, made around 1890, Stewart had seen lesions in sections of experimental animals that led him to study the effect of chemical carcinogens in rodents. His research became the first animal tumor model system for the study of gastric cancer in humans and laid the foundation for the field of experimental carcinogenesis. Stewart used the microscope for 59 years at the National Cancer Institute (NCI) – he had been on the original staff of NCI when it was created in 1937, and was head of the Laboratory of Pathology from 1939-1969, when he became emeritus. Stewart worked at NCI until he retired at nearly 97 years old, not long after he broke his trusty microscope.
Little is known about Penny's backstory. However, it is known that she was left at Morningside Orphanage in New York City, when she was still young. Since then, she had desperately sought adoption. One night, Rufus, the orphanage's elderly cat, saw the girl sitting sadly on her bedside at the orphanage, and asked her what was wrong. Penny told him that it was adoption day at the orphanage. A man and woman looked at her, but adopted a little redheaded girl instead. A heartbroken Penny believes that the redhead was more beautiful than herself. Rufus comforts the girl and tells her to have faith through the poem, "Faith is a Bluebird". Penny feels better and shows her appreciation by giving Rufus some gingersnap cookies. Penny then pets Rufus and carries him downstairs for supper.
Soon after that, the evil treasure huntress Madame Medusa needs a child to fetch a certain diamond hidden within a crack too narrow for adults to fit down. She thus kidnaps Penny to fetch the diamond for her; Rufus says that Medusa offered to give Penny a ride in her car. For weeks afterward, the police searched for the girl, but had no success in finding her and eventually gave up the search.
When a message in a bottle from Penny finally arrives in New York Harbor, some hobo mice discover it and send it to the Rescue Aid Society of mice. Miss Bianca and her co-agent Bernard read the message and soon find out that Penny is being held in Devil's Bayou. The two mice set out in search of the girl to rescue her.
With the help of Orville the albatross, the mice soon arrive at the bayou. Meanwhile Penny attempts to escape, as she's done several times, but she is recaptured again by Medusa's crocodiles Brutus and Nero. She shows no fear of the two, even going so far as to threaten Nero should he get her Teddy wet. Brutus carries Penny upside down by the bottom of her panties back to the riverboat where Mr. Snoops scolds her for running away. He threatens to feed Teddy to Brutus and Nero if she doesn't behave, but Penny retorts that he's too scared of the crocodiles to do so. Mr. Snoops sends Penny to her room for sassing him.
Later in the night, Penny is called in by Medusa after putting her nightgown and her blue slippers on. Medusa tells her that she is willing to let bygones be bygones if she can find the Devil's Eye. Penny tells her that she is trying her best and asks Medusa if she'll take her back to Morningside Orphanage as she promised. Medusa then asks why she would want to leave, and Penny tells her that if she doesn't go back, she'll never be adopted. Medusa then says that no one would want "a homely little girl like her." This brings Penny to tears (one of which she pours on her Teddy to make it look like he's crying). With her spirit shattered, Penny then goes up to the deck of the boat and looks out to the bayou, still in tears. While the song plays, Penny looks out to the night sky where she sees deer eating and a star glowing brightly. This sight puts a smile on Penny's face, signifying that she should keep her hopes as bright as the star. She goes back into her room and prays that someone finds her bottle because "running away isn't working". Bernard and Miss Bianca talk to Penny in person for the first time ever and explain why they're there. Penny is delighted to hear they found her bottle, then asks if they brought the police with them. The mice tell her if they work together and have faith, things will turn out right; just as Rufus told her in the orphanage. Penny and the mice come up with a plan to escape: they will trap Brutus and Nero in the old elevator (which resembles a cage), distract Medusa by setting off Mr. Snoop's fireworks in her bedroom and then steal her swampmobile to run away.
The next morning, Medusa and Mr. Snoops drag Penny to the underground cave (aka the black hole) to make her search for the diamond. Penny says she won't do it because Teddy doesn't like going down there (most likely referring to herself too). Medusa grabs Teddy out of her arms and holds him hostage. Penny tries to grab him back. Medusa pushes Penny up against the cave's wall and orders her to look for the diamond or she'll never see Teddy again. Penny immediately climbs into the bucket and Mr. Snoops lowers her down. Luckily, Bernard and Miss Bianca hide in her dress pocket to help her. Once they hit the bottom, Penny tells the mice it used to be a pirate's cave by showing them a skeleton of a pirate with a sword. She also shows them the hole where the tide comes in and admits she's afraid to go over there. Bernard and Miss Bianca investigate while Penny holds the lantern for them on the other side. They find the Devil's Eye trapped in a human skull, but can't get it out because it's too big. Soon the cave starts to fill up with water and Penny begs Medusa to pull her back up, but Medusa refuses until she gets the diamond. Penny grabs the pirate sword and successfully uses it to pry open the skull's mouth to get the Devil's Eye. Penny saves Bernard and Miss Bianca from drowning in a whirlpool, climbs back into the bucket and is pulled out. Medusa and Mr. Snoops argue over the Devil's Eye while Brutus carries Penny to the riverboat upside down by her panties again.
Medusa intends to take the diamond for herself and threatens to shoot Penny and Snoops if they follow her. However, thanks to the assistance of Ellie May and the rest of the swamp gang, Penny makes it to the swampmobile with Teddy and the Devil's Eye. The swamp gang set off the fireworks and trap Brutus and Nero according to plan while Penny starts the vehicle. Penny manages to speed away with everyone in tow despite some resistance from Medusa.
After making it back to New York, Penny turns the Devil's Eye over to the Smithsonian Institute. The news covers not only this, but Penny being adopted by her new mother and father soon after. As Bernard and Bianca watch the broadcast, Penny happily waves and greets them from the TV much to the bewilderment of the reporter.
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I like how I'm not "heartbroken" but I LOVE this song.
Rob Thomas, "This is how a heart breaks."
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