Yesterdays Memories And Tomorrows Dream

This book of poems can in some form or fashion can be seen or heard in our everyday life. From money to family, sports, and about life. Hope you enjoy reading. This is my first book hope to have many more. Thanks for reading. In this day and time, A man will do just about anything for a dime, He will leave his wife, kids, and sell his home, Just to get his way or something of his own, He will lie, cheat, and steal, To fulfill a habit, or get a thrill, He will look back one day, And say I wish I hadn’t gambled it all away, He will sell his truck or car, To get a drink or go to a bar, And a man that uses, buys, and sells dope, There will never be any hope, So I ask you? If a man will do all this for a dime,

The purpose of this book of poetry is that while I was in the military, I read poems by the then poet laureate of the United States. I used him as my mentor. These poems reflect the inside of me; sometimes lonely, sometimes in love, but mostly wondering what life is all about, which I am sure we all wonder. If you have any questions, please feel free to call me at 219-286-7377. I thank you for purchasing this book and hope that Our Heavenly Father will always be at your side.

From Jules Verne to the Jetsons, from a 500-passenger flying wing to an anti-aircraft flying buzz-saw, the vision of the future as seen through the eyes of the past demonstrates the play of the American imagination on the canvas of the future.

My childhood is a mosaic of memories, a collection of intertwined emotions in a fascinating labyrinth of experiences. But there was a thin thread connecting every single fragment of that period of my life: fear. A fear so tangible, so real, that it seemed to seep into every corner of my existence, turning days into a series of challenges to face. Then there was that day at school, an episode that remains imprinted in my memory like an indelible mark. The teacher, with his strict and implacable voice, threatened to keep us in class if we were not ready for the next lesson. It was a moment of total panic, a wave of terror spread among the desks, while I desperately searched for an escape from the situation. And so, without a second thought, I fled, inventing an absurd excuse, but plausible enough to justify my sudden getaway. Not everything was dark and scary in my childhood. There were also moments of pure joy and carefreeness, like playing in the snow that filled the cold winter days, or icicles hanging from the gutters like sweet promises of an upcoming ray of sunshine. And then there were my father and mother, two unwavering figures in their love and dedication towards us. As my father told us captivating stories, skillfully blending reality and fantasy, his deep and reassuring voice transported us to distant and fantastical worlds, inhabited by brave heroes and magical creatures. Sitting around the crackling fireplace, captivated by his enveloping words, we felt like part of an enchanted universe where every dream could take shape and become reality. My mother took care of us with infinite sweetness and patience. I still remember the sound of her nocturnal work, washing our clothes and drying them by the brazier, giving us a sense of warmth and protection even in the darkest moments. Every detail, every shade of color of those wonderful years comes vividly back to my mind, as if it happened yesterday. And now, through the pages of this book, I want to share with you readers the warmth and magic of those moments, conveying a bit of the joy that shaped my soul and nourished my spirit as a dreamy child. Yes, we were seven brothers and two sisters, raised in a modest family, with few material resources but rich in love and solidarity. And even though fear marked my first steps in the world, it was precisely that fear that taught me the true meaning of courage and resilience. Despite the poverty that surrounded us, we were rich in joy and authentic experiences, like watching the local crafts or the animals in the stables. The milk sold by shepherds on the streets, the ancient crafts working with wood, iron, wicker, the donkeys and mules that populated the stables - everything was part of a magical world that unfolds before my curious child eyes. These memories, like intertwined threads of an ancient tapestry, are the fabric on which I have woven my identity, my roots, my essence. In this book of my childhood, I want to share with you readers the hidden treasures of those unforgettable years, telling the stories that have shaped my spirit and nourished my soul. I hope these pages can convey a hint of that magic that made my childhood a precious treasure to cherish in the heart. Welcome to my world of yesterday, made of dreams, fears, and wonders, where each page is a piece of heart offered with love and gratitude. Because, in the end, it is the challenges we face during the journey of our childhood that shape the adult we will become, and I am grateful for every single moment lived, fearful or joyful as it may be, because it has made me the person I am today.

Prolific artist and poet Burt E. Pringle presents his sixth volume of poetrya volume that reveals his real and imaginary past, present, and future. Some selections are direct, personal, or reflective of the times and narrate the human condition in several voices, such as an observer, a lover, and the forlorn by exploring fantasies and making social comments. Meant to entertain, enlighten, inform, and heal, many of the works in this collection evoke vivid imagery, as in Dimming Fire. The dimming of the fire, / the dwindling of the flame, / the smoke ribbons curl / ceases to ascend, / and love is lost / among the ashes. / Remembering Yesterdays Imagining Tomorrows expresses Pringles thoughts on love, desires, anticipation, loss, and departing with hope for the unseen tomorrow. Its a collection from a man who values the gift of love late in life and who experiences peace of mind.

Enka, a sentimental ballad genre, epitomizes for many the nihonjin no kokoro (heart/soul of Japanese). To older members of the Japanese public, who constitute enka's primary audience, this music--of parted lovers, long unseen rural hometowns, and self-sacrificing mothers--evokes a direct connection to the traditional roots of "Japaneseness." Overlooked in this emotional invocation of the past, however, are the powerful commercial forces that, since the 1970s, have shaped the consumption of enka and its version of national identity. Informed by theories of nostalgia, collective memory, cultural nationalism, and gender, this book draws on the author's extensive fieldwork in probing the practice of identity-making and the processes at work when Japan becomes "Japan."

This book was designed and created in hopes that inspiration to share and communicate individual thoughts, praise, admiration and love as well as kindness to all who receives it. I hope you enjoy!

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