The World Without Tobacco

Celebrating the World No Tobacco Day 2006 in May 31, 2006, we
--concerned weblog writers-- would like to remind us all about
the danger of tobacco.

1. Reminding us all that tobacco is DEADLY IN ANY FORM.
Cigarettes, pipes, bidies, kreteks, clove cigarettes, snus,
snuff, smokeless, cigars, they are all deadly.

2. Reminding us all that tobacco in all types and names and
flavors are deadly alike. Tobacco is DEADLY IN ANY DISGUISE.
Mild, light, low tar, full flavour, fruit flavoured, chocolate
flavoured, natural, additive-free, organic cigarettes, PREPS
(Potentially Reduced-Exposure Products), harm-reduced... they
are all deadly. Those kinds of labelling doesn't show the
products are any less dangerous.

3. Demanding the Government of Republic of Indonesia to ratify
the WHO Framework Convention on Tobacco Control (WHO FCTC) as
soon as possible, for the health of future generation.
Indonesia is the only country in Asia that is still not in the
FCTC.

Internet, May 31, 2006

The Undersigned,

-Michelle-

Another Haiku

Kato, Shuson


I kill an ant
and realize my three children
have been watching.

Haiku - Akutagawa, Ryunosuke. (1892-1927)

Green frog,
Is your body also
freshly painted?


Sick and feverish
Glimpse of cherry blossoms
Still shivering.

Fruttini - Cherry Vanilla

Poem about body lotion

This one is my favorite :

See this
Feel it

Cherry Vanilla
soft and tender

Body Lotion feels like heaven

Lait pour le corps
Kirsche Vanille

About Coffee

Coffee Seasons

I hope that this season of
coffee makes you very great.
Running diligently along in
stride and fast paced upon
the morn!

Be it known to you that other
coffee drinkers love to hear the
ecstatic happenings of your desire
for coffee!

Most of the times you want coffee
then you often want more than one
cup, yell if you want it to be Espresso!

Breaking upon the morn the sun says,
"Hello it's coffee time, I'll see you thru!"
Do you want to be amused, or do you
want to be drenched in coffee?

Talk to the seasons and find a way to
be who you want to be on the work day,
the work week...it's your taste, your goal!

You call it and you roll with it, let the others
say I do to coffee, and let the honeymoon
begin early...for coffee you will defend!

� 2006 By Florence Rosie Givens

Romeo and Juliet

A Rose By Any Other Name

In the classic play Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare, Juliet speaks the immortal lines - that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.

The issue is that Romeo is a Montague - the hated enemies of Juliet's family, the Capulets. Juliet has just seen Romeo at a party and fallen in love with him. He would be perfect for her - if only he wasn't part of the Montague family.

Her sad pondering says:

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

A Rose

A Rose by Emily Dickenson

Emily Dickenson wrote poetry on a variety of subjects - including flowers and gardens.

A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn,

A flash of dew, a bee or two,
A breeze
A caper in the trees,--

And I 'm a rose!

The Gardener

Is that your call again?
The evening has come. Weariness
clings round me like the arms of
entreating love.
Do you call me?
I had given all my day to you,
cruel mistress, must you also rob me
of my night?
Somewhere there is an end to
everything, and the loneness of the
dark is one's own.
Must your voice cut through it
and smite me?
Has the evening no music of sleep
at your gate?
Do the silent-winged stars never
climb the sky above your pitiless
tower?
Do the flowers never drop on the
dust in soft death in your garden?
Must you call me, you unquiet
one?
Then let the sad eyes of love vainly
watch and weep.
Let the lamp burn in the lonely
house.
Let the ferry-boat take the weary
labourers to their home.
I leave behind my dreams and I
hasten to your call.

From Gitanjali - Rabindranath Tagore

From The Illiad

Meantime, to beauteous Helen from the skies
The various goddess of the rainbow flies
Like fair Laodice in form and face
The loveliest nymph of Priam's royal race
He in the palace, at her loom she found:
The golden web her own sad story crowned
The Trojan wars she weaved, herself the prize,
And the dire triumphs of her fatal eyes.
To whom the goddess of the painted bow:
Approach, and vies the wondrous scene below!

Homer - Translated by Alexander Pope

The Lady of Shalott

Ulysses

It little profits that an idle king
By this still heart, among these barren crags
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees : all times I have enjoy'd

The Lady of Shalott
Alfred Lord Tennyson

A piece of my heart

"The rose is red..."
by Mother Goose

The rose is red,
The violet's blue;
Pinks are sweet,
And so are you!


Silly isn't it?