tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62154264942026126632024-03-05T16:19:54.015-08:00Deeper Thoughts from Pam Robinson PorterfieldReflections on and from the life of Pambo here to leave an indelible impression on all whose hearts and minds will never give up the quest to find "the smile no one can see within the dark."Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-37078126057250293682016-03-10T17:06:00.002-08:002016-03-10T17:06:36.318-08:00Goodbye Forever<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_56e219379b2705879418721">
Sometimes I stumble upon old poetry here and there. Stuffed in an old book...written in a daydream of boredom during a lecture in a college class... in some cases (3/13/1975) reeeeaaaaallllly old ... <br />
I wrote this jewel after a horrifying event in my life which 41 years later still gives me nightmares.... <br />
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Goodbye Forever (PRP) <br />
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I held your picture in my hand <span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Your words within my heart Believing you….. <br /> Your letter now tattered and yellow spoke of good-bye <br /> But not of forever.. </span><br />
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Decades now passed <br /> Still holding your picture in my hand <br /> Your words alive within my heart <br /> Still believing you and in your letter bearing greater signs <br /> of all now tattered and yellow <br /> That it was forever.... of which you spoke <br /> When your words spelled out Good-bye. 3/13/75<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike></div>
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Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-42239148941501216632016-03-01T11:33:00.000-08:002016-03-01T11:33:02.914-08:00Ever After....
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">EVER AFTER</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">The sun shine skipped over river stone, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">with sparkles adorned in vernal colors</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">A resonating rainbow united within a tumbling water fall ….</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">bridging east to west..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">Captivated, my imagination with beckoning cry </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">imprisoned my impatient eye.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;"> To build a life……this
would be my shining cornerstone, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">a lode of love and longing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">The ceremonial ground breaker, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">the first stepping stone toward every dream imagined…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">”ever after”.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">(PRP...3/1/2016)</span></div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-51493050113883358852015-12-31T15:31:00.001-08:002016-01-13T14:16:07.982-08:00Happy New Year 2016<br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 8.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Daddy wiped the tears and kissed my head</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 8.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">"no one is
too young for a broken heart</span></div>
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True love grows bolder as we live and grow older"</span></div>
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He took my quilt, tightly covered me up</span></div>
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"The problem is, puppy love</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 8.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">... is real to the pup!"
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of a lifetime .....PRP (2012)</span><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: black; font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;"> </span><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: black; font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;"><br />
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My old wooden box still holds a treasure here or
there,<br />
A scratched up Beatles' single and a lock of mother’s
hair,<br />
The broken chain I yanked in two as I jerked it off my
wrist<br />
My Love beads, a silver cross, a scribbled Christmas
list.<br />
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An ancient fading paper chain from old time chewing
gum,<br />
Now if you want some memories?.. I bet that thing
swallowed some.<br />
There ‘s my broken ballerina who lost a leg when I was
10!<br />
I spent 3 long hours, teary eyed to make her whole
again.<br />
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Trinkets of a life time …………<br />
Carefully kept and heaven spent<br />
Amongst them all I found your picture<br />
and the scent of peppermint.</span></div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-65382037919835125472015-12-09T13:15:00.002-08:002015-12-09T13:25:24.286-08:00Why did Santa Choose Reindeer as his primary means of transportation?<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="7laj-0-0">
<span data-offset-key="7laj-0-0"><span data-text="true">Reindeer...</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="7laj-0-0"><span data-text="true">have always fascinated me...but Reindeer who fly? </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="7laj-0-0"><span data-text="true">Now that's a character that ranks right up with Pegasus in my book. I Suppose Santa would have to choose the hearty, cold weather enduring Reindeer, indigenous to the North Pole, over let's say..hmmmm...</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="7laj-0-0"><span data-text="true">The Pegasus! Could it be that everyone knew Reindeer were readily available in his neck of the glacier and semi-domesticated. Whereas, rounding up "8 miniature" Pegasus might pose serious problems with weather and ultra Horselike intelligence and all. How about Unicorns? Oops I momentarily forgot Unicorns don't fly, </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="7laj-0-0"><span data-text="true">Dragons Dragons Fly!... oops They might be tempted to hoard all the Christmas goodies and "Light a fire" and who wants to hit a angry Dragon with a long, tall , double shot from a fire extinguisher? </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="7laj-0-0"><span data-text="true">So that leaves Reindeer vs Pegasus.. Pegasus are so lovely, graceful and .... and ..however, there is that</span></span><span data-offset-key="7laj-0-0"><span data-text="true"> whole "Zeus possessiveness of his personal herd of Pegasus(es) ???" issues and all. I'm sure that wouldn't end happily ever after. But, then he is Santa Claus couldn't he just "sit right down and write himself a letter?"... hmmmm .... I guess Santa doesn't have a Santa Claus to bring him presents on Christmas Eve now does he? </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="7laj-0-0"><span data-text="true">So Reindeer it is and as for flying? I guess that was something that took Santa's veterinarian geneticists Elves some serious time and hard work. Ho, Ho Ho! Aren't you glad it all came together so nicely?</span></span><br />
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Next...my thoughts on the "How does Santa Deal with the "No Chimney" problem?</div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-51177004306251040972015-11-03T16:24:00.004-08:002015-11-03T17:07:12.066-08:00Aces, 8's and Shallow Tables<br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Could you have played my hand....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Without the guilt of deception nor an admission of
relentless regret?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Trace the shape of my cheek with the finger of your heart </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">sense what you desire most within reach of my eyes? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">This time, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> would you </span>gamble
more than a childhood kiss?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">If you held your heart of hearts,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">dealt in random..... </span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">as play </span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">in your hand – </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">to share with spades
and clubs ..... perhaps leaving a diamond</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">as a sparkle in a winter’s night sky……. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">for the turn of the river.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Could you float until a new dawn?</span><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">with a bet, </span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">that hand for hand we would finally change the luck </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And chase away the calculating and capricious cold chill of
fate </span>
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">with</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">a check in the dark?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Was there inevitable fear of a lesson learned from the laydown?</span><br />
You held Aces and 8's<br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I folded, we let the
chips fall where they may</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">For I already knew there was no gamble</span><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">it is possible</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">to love only you............. for my whole lifetime.</span><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />
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Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-67097461669088671132015-11-03T15:51:00.001-08:002015-11-03T15:51:11.766-08:00An apology to my Blog<br />
A Permalink, Gidget, a widget, <br />
I fidget...<br />
all those I Know, but all I want <br />
is to change the color of my FONT!<br />
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PRP (Nov. 3, 2015)Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-36142532073847975292015-11-02T15:10:00.000-08:002015-11-02T15:10:17.301-08:00Go Figger! That would be Southern for "Good luck trying to understand this!" Figger this one out... why would an ophthalmologists' office give me a pair of "trial" contacts with 0 prescription and aren't my size? I don't think there are words on this planet that could adequately describe the level of my frustration towards the condescending woman who did this! First she was rude and condescending....but, I'm used to that. People have always ignored and treated me rudely.. Daddy said it was because I am so "perrty"... Mama said "Because you are not assertive enough"... My Sister Pat says "It's because your an easy mark"!<br />
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So, as I am ignored in stores, bars, restaurants I often begin to pretend I'm a ghost. The Casper kind of course.... I neither look,, speak nor act out at such things as the RUDE people!!!! I just want to be your friend!!! AHA yet the rude ones, the condescending ones like the glasses wench who have absolutely no idea in whose presence they are HAH. I could have been your Casper friend but NO! such cruel despicable wenches <span class="text_exposed_hide">...Who does she think </span><span class="text_exposed_show">she is, The Queen? Oh Yeah, the Queen of wasting my time. So I close my mouth, I smile and think... good advice things from my Mama.</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show"> Yet, I sit there and say nothing quiet as a ghost...so she wins and ORDERS these useless <b><u>pieces of plastic?</u></b> Orders them <i><b>special</b></i>...just for me <b><i>specia</i></b>l.. sweet queen, thoughtful queen , QUEEN of CONTROL OF THE CONTACTS, <i><b>special</b></i> for me?...and NOW..I'm supposed to say "OH YEAH BABY, I LIKE'EM, YES, YES YES.... Thank YOU MORE MORE Order MORE!"... OH GRRRRRRRRRRRR... </span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show"> Why put them in my eyes? I'll have to put my glasses on to find my face in the mirror... and I understand I have only worn contact lenses since 1971... been through the entire evolution of the things...tried hard lenses, colored lenses, gas permeable...soft lenses...bifocal lenses...multi-focals, accuvues, opticon, bio something or another... so how could I possibly know I was just ripped off?</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show"> Have they called me back? OF course not, because I couldn't control my temper in my voice even after careful practice and planning and coaching by OH YEAH... Mr. Level field....LOL (my husband who can run through every scenario imaginable in infinite myriad dimensions of how I could have possibly been the one that screwed this up. Oh No...Not QUEEN OF CONTROL OF THE CONTACTS! Perhaps,...maybe...well I think it was the gritting of the teeth, the shaking phone and and and the flustered fluttering out of my head as I tried to re-boot my crashed computer of a brain.... I supposes I shouldn't have mentioned a copy of my prescription???? There's a new one... Go Figger!</span><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-43479285213054995822015-10-21T13:10:00.001-07:002015-10-21T13:10:21.950-07:00Blue Sky in a Child's eye.....
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<b>Lying on my back, the cool, damp of green grasses
caresses my skin.<br />
When the wind blows, there is a rustle and a tickle.<br />
I smell the sun. I share my sky,<br />
In my dreams it is always with you.<br />
Blue Sky in a Child's eye<br />
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Each cloud aggregates, mutates and disintegrates, <br />
Bunnies, birds and dinosaurs evolve <br />
into new species of imagination,<br />
A cladogenesis of new characters and emotions.<br />
Blue sky in a child's eye. <br />
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I wonder where you are and if your sky reveals the same sights,<br />
The air, like sounds<br />
And if the sun smells the same.<br />
Does the grass tickle you too, when the wind blows?<br />
Butterflies and dandelions drift as plankton in the air.<br />
Blue Sky in a Child’s eye.</b></div>
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(I miss you) PRP (from "Cross my Heart 2011)Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-39474245641378111182015-10-19T12:31:00.000-07:002015-10-19T12:31:49.018-07:00LITTLE WHITE LIES (prp 2002)<br />
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You traded me for a white line I could not cross, <br />It seemed no loss<br />When breathing deep, <br />eluding sleep.<br /><br />Although, unplanned, <br />the line was drawn here where I stand<br />A line longer than your love, wider than the sea <br />Dividing you farther and farther from me.<br />
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Wide awake? <br />What was at stake for those open eyes that were no longer sleeping? <br />
The deed stronger than your will <br />Consumes all you dream of still.<br />Was the barter made <br />one worthy of the keeping?<br />
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"Little White Lies" addresses a topic no one wants to "own". Yet, everyone of us have been touched...sometimes SLAPPED by drug abuse. We have lost loved ones, friends...made choices that destroyed our own pathways...burned bridges...ended relationships. This poem explains the viewpoint of "collateral damage" those whose heart was broken by the choices of someone they loved. An ultimatum was made. Yet, both stood their ground. The End. Give this some thought. Share it with someone who is choosing to draw that white line ....or is denying its existence with a little "white Lies".... prp<br />
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<br />Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-83469835203456016442015-10-09T16:06:00.000-07:002015-10-09T16:06:35.198-07:00Albuquerque You... or What a wild rideI do not have a poem, nor have I ever written a poem that is truly finished... Like the beautiful, creative, amazingly witty, down right funny Dorothy Parker said... "Time doth flit... Oh Shit!"...True Dat!.... so... as it flits... I get busy (or bored) and put a project down to be forgotten... sometimes... well .... Lets be honest ...sometimes it's years. This poem began it's journey back in 2012 and I finished it today. It began like this.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">"The hot dry wind whistled a soft whisper in his ear</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">whirling and unwinding a tiny wisp </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> of unkempt sandy </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">hair. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He never felt it light upon his cheek. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Skin and hair fade into shade completing amber desert light</span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">How I longed to be
the whisper in his ear all through the night."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This poem is a true story... accurate... (across the US in an RV...my husband was born in Albuquerque so we headed through there) but it is not quite complete nor by any means the whole story... Do I believe all poems have to rhyme? ...of course not... my top two faves in the world.... "Echo" by Christina Rosseti and "The Storm" by Rod McKuen... don't rhyme... They are painted on a canvas with words... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So... a couple of years after penning the prose above... I pick up the computer looking for a quote from my one of my own poems...(I just don't understand why people think I can remember ALL of my poems, especially when I start them like that and they end up like this....) AND I stumbled upon this skeleton and decided to flesh it out a bit. So I ended with this.... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Oh and by the way...I first wrote "Mesquite"....then my husband said (after I threatened to tie him to a chair and wallop him with a broom if he didn't listen)..... Pambo? Wouldn't "Pinion"...be a better choice.... I agreed and changed it again!</span></div>
Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-84782879311952514392013-08-18T17:10:00.001-07:002013-08-18T17:10:39.249-07:00Life comes full circle.... "Sometimes a visit with what you once were will complete the you that you have now become".<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="http://fbctconservatory.org/whats-offered/dance/meet-the-teacher/">Dance with us at the Conservatory of the Arts. </a>Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-83429050946616968212013-07-11T10:53:00.002-07:002016-01-13T14:17:44.500-08:00Forgetting<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Run Far, Run fast...</span><br />
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Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-84810657379084024222013-03-10T18:34:00.000-07:002013-03-10T18:36:39.867-07:00Spinning the bottle of Time<br />
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When I spinned the bottle “Turn, turn, turn.”</div>
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Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-80164965394202189612012-12-18T20:47:00.001-08:002012-12-18T20:47:11.232-08:00Another Pervert, Nepotistic non-teaching Coach? I live in an area of Alabama where I am embarrassed to address the number of pervert coaches, teachers and their relatives who protect themselves and each other within our poorly rated embarrassment of an education system. It's in the newspaper as often as it is covered up. (everyday).<br />
I grew up within a nepotistic "family" school system where my cheer-leading sponsor was married to the brother of the sister typing teacher who was married to the Football coach at the feeder high school who was the brother of the baseball coach whose sister was the wife of the wrestling coach and was the P.E. teacher at another feeder Jr. high school??? Confused? Naw...there are people who attended this school system with me...who remember them. I probably made friends mad by mention this, but that was never my intention. They were wonderful people, I know with all my heart they were...but there are OTHERS. There are many OTHERS I worked with...watched escorted out of my school by police... that aren't.<br />
Having lived in several different states and now a different part of the same state I grew up in...having taught for... hmmm 6 high schools as a science teacher with 2 masters degrees.... now.... I can not even count how many horribly immoral, perverse instances that happened in all the schools in which I taught. There were/are instances that are allowed to continue. Sandusky? (ish)??? Yep...comes to my mind...Administrators messing w/teachers, drunks, dopers..nasty emailers...cover-ups....embarassing????? It should be...and they should all be ashamed. However more so .....The people who re-elected the double perverse local BOE who allow this to continue??? It's your fault...voting for sister...brother...bro-in-law... please vote for family RIGHT???? (incompetent or not) make sure there is no one working in the system that just needs a job!!!!!!...somebody's niece is about to graduate and need that job...fire 'em...NEPOTISM RULES!<br />
I am glad I no longer have to keep my mouth shut or feel guilty about bringing such horrors to the attention to the sister in law or aunt of the perpertrator ... Yeah..call me....I remember their names...dates...and the schools I worked for...scandals they covered up...LOL... Tsk Tsk Tsk....I was black balled because I am moral, Christian, and I care and I went back to school to get another master's degree to be a motivating teacher, to train and protect our children.....ooops...sorry I'm not kin to anyone Locally so I QuIT...but...EDUCATION REFORM???? HEY I took that class in Grad school! Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-36587625285867317802012-12-07T14:20:00.003-08:002012-12-07T14:20:59.608-08:00The Bucket List<br />
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Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-88087655518497058212012-11-12T19:04:00.000-08:002012-11-12T19:04:27.538-08:00More revisions on Sonnet #5<br />
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Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-67849135776518418582012-10-20T11:54:00.001-07:002012-10-20T11:54:18.886-07:00Bullies...<br /><br />
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Once upon a time...a long long time ago...in a land far far away called Florida, for a graduate project, in one of many pointless education classes (I was forced to endure) I sought out the objectivity of the anthropologist within me to examine the current epidemic of bullying. All through my life...(and sadly still)... I endured more than my share of bullying. As projects generally infer the need for creativity, and my creativity lies within my writing, I wrote a story. It speaks of the fear of a young girl moving not only to a new school but to a whole new country. The young girl is moving to America. The United States is large, progressive and full of freedoms we take for granted.We enjoy freedoms and pass times that many others on our planet find hard to identify with. This young girl's fear included moving into a situation that there was no way to prepare for. She viewed herself as the perfect target for a bully. Her teacher, however, was caring, experienced and understanding. The teachers' wisdom made her pro-active and she spoke to the class ahead of the new girls' arrival to prepare them to expect differences and to answer any questions that might alleviate their mounting curiosity. This teacher knew that such a goal could be accomplished by her students learning more about the new girl. In doing so, the new girl would not have to face near as many prejudged or fearful situations.</div>
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The moral of the story turns out to be that we all have more in common than things we have different. The book is relevant to all people in all types of new situations. Taking the time to learn about others is one of the best ways to eliminate bullying. So, with the author's blessing :-).... the book has been printed here:</div>
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<b>Could the new girl be from </b><strong><em>Mars</em></strong><em>?</em></div>
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<i>by Pam Robinson Porterfield</i></div>
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Alona arrived in America today.</div>
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Where she came from was far, far away.</div>
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The buildings looked different, and the food smelled so strange</div>
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“Wow” shivered Alona, "this is <em><u>quite</u></em> a change!"</div>
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The children wore clothes she had not seen before</div>
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And the English they spoke confused her even more</div>
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“On no” thought Alona, “I’ll never fit in.”</div>
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“I want to go home”, and she cried once again.</div>
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"Our home is here in America now,</div>
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You’ll learn to be part of this new world somehow.”</div>
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Her father smiled sweetly, but his words were dismissed.</div>
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The fears in Alona formed quite a long list!</div>
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“Look! There’s your new school” Mom said,</div>
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“You will do fine”.</div>
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“Tomorrow you’ll start so you won’t be behind.”</div>
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“Oh Mom, No matter what I may do</div>
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I’ll never make friends, My whole life is now through!.”</div>
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“<strong>You’ll find that you have more in common, I think,</strong></div>
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<strong>than things you have different”, she said with a wink.</strong></div>
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The morning arrived much too quickly and then</div>
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Alona set out all over again.</div>
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She and her parents were heading for school.</div>
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Where <em>strange</em> and <em>unknown</em> was the <strong><em>SCARIEST</em></strong> rule.</div>
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Meanwhile, Miss DeWeerd stood up to speak.</div>
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She called the role then her voice reached a peak.</div>
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She explained that a new girl was coming today,</div>
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and that the new girl was from <strong><em>far, far away.</em></strong></div>
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<strong>“Although she is different” she said with a wink,</strong></div>
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<strong>“You’ll have more in common than you may think”</strong></div>
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“<strong><em>Far, far away</em></strong>?” questioned Greg with delight.</div>
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“Perhaps she arrived from a star in the night.</div>
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Or a planet, why it could even be Mars!</div>
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Where people drive spaceships instead of cars!</div>
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Sue said “She’s a <b>mermaid</b> and came from the sea,</div>
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Atlantis perhaps, where the dolphins swim free!</div>
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Her best friends were otters and a giant blue whale,</div>
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I can’t wait to meet her and see her fish tail!</div>
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“She could be a princess from medieval times</div>
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who rode on a dragon.” said Arthur Grimes.</div>
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“For all of these years she has been locked away</div>
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And a brave shiny knight will bring her today.”</div>
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“Oh Arthur,” said Sandy “that couldn’t be true.”</div>
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“I know what it is and you’re wrong, <em>all of you</em>.”</div>
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“She’s a magician with potions and spells</div>
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and all kinds of secrets that she never tells.”</div>
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“Well now children, where ever she’s from</div>
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we must welcome her warmly, when she does come”</div>
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<strong>“And you’ll find that you have more in common, I think,</strong></div>
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<strong>Than things that are different” she said with a wink.</strong></div>
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Alona's office visit was over and now</div>
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It was time for class....she must face this <i>somehow</i>.</div>
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The GIANT door opened, it gave a loud creak.</div>
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She could walk through the door, but she could not speak.</div>
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The eyes, they were peering, expressions were leering</div>
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“Oh no,”thought Alona. “It is <em>worse</em> than my fearing.”</div>
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Then a smile began, and it spread like a wave,</div>
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Somehow, inside, Alona felt brave.</div>
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Yes, her clothes were different, and her English was slow,</div>
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But a new hope had grown in Alona, you know.</div>
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Principal Wise sensed the way that she felt</div>
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and the words that he spoke caused her fears to <em>all</em> melt.</div>
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“<strong>You’ll find that you have more in common, I think,</strong></div>
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<strong>Than things you have different.” and he left with a wink</strong>.</div>
Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-30352889079393822942012-08-27T06:27:00.002-07:002013-03-10T18:38:09.167-07:00On the loss of Smitty! Robert Smith...I will forever have an empty "Smitty" shaped hole within my heart. Losing someone so special is unimaginable....so I pushed away the urge to worry and lived in a fantasy world where Smitty would survive his rapidly declining health and would live forever. Barely 15 years of age, now that was 40 years ago, I met my forever brother by another mother "Smitty". After a "traumatizing" move to a new house across town, for every ounce of change traumatizes a 9th grader, I noticed a house, particularly busy, bustling with beautiful boisterous boys just a few houses down the street. I interrogated all my "new" friends, from my new high school, relentlessly...because when asked<span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">on any particular day</span><span style="background-color: white;">, "relentless" could be one of those "one word descriptions" that I would choose to describe myself. At last, I discovered someone who knew him only to find out later, that I had met him before through this particular friend, a Jr. Varsity Cheerleader on my new squad. We had been friends at Aquatic Club (one of the olympic sized private membership pools) for years. So there it was set up...to meet the clan of new guys down the street. Deborah Lewis (Debbo) Deonigi agreed to introduce me to the wild bunch and Smitty immediately took me under his wing. He told me who I could date, and who I couldn't. He accompanied us places and often watched our back and was always there and we felt safe.</span><br />
One of his favorite stories was the surprise 18th birthday party I threw for him. He spoke of it again the last time I ever saw him. What a bright and shining star lights up our skies...for I forever hold his image in my eyes!Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-40899672699527205022012-08-27T05:46:00.001-07:002012-08-27T05:46:14.176-07:00IF by Rudyard Kipling<br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">I received this on a graduation card from my mother. I have read it and loved it, but it seems that only now, do I truly understand it. Now, I wish I could have lived my life by these words, as she must have desired.</span></h1>
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If you can keep your head when all about you<br />Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;<br />If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,<br />But make allowance for their doubting too:<br />If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<br />Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,<br />Or being hated don't give way to hating,<br />And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;<br /><br />If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;<br />If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,<br />If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster<br />And treat those two impostors just the same:.<br />If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken<br />Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<br />Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,<br />And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;<br /><br />If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br />And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br />And lose, and start again at your beginnings,<br />And never breathe a word about your loss:<br />If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br />To serve your turn long after they are gone,<br />And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br />Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"<br /><br />If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,<br />Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,<br />If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,<br />If all men count with you, but none too much:<br />If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br />With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,<br />Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,<br />And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!</div>
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Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-65384210108875560182012-08-14T06:42:00.001-07:002012-08-14T14:28:22.769-07:00The Resume' Obsolete! Should social media dictate who gets the job?<br />
"The Truth is Out There"....seriously?<br />
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Is it really "sane" to expect to obtain accurate and reliable research on someone by examining them via "SOCIAL MEDIA"? Is it that easy for one to just GOOGLE for a complete and in depth report on a human's life, work experiences, values and/or potential? Do intelligence gathering companies who sell the information they steal from social media sights adequately compile "the truths" about someone? What is the formula for calculating fact from fiction from social media posts, comments, photos, tags, mentions and other conflicting information floating in cyber space. Perhaps it has become time once again to educate users of the internet that not everything you read on the internet is TRUE!<br />
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CNN (and perhaps others) recently reported "The Resume' will soon be obsolete!" <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2012/07/11/tech/social-media/facebook-jobs-resume/index.html">http://www.cnn.com/2012/07/11/tech/social-media/facebook-jobs-resume/index.html</a><br />
Their information included using Google and the many social media sites as an easily accessible avenue to"simplify" the interview, lessen the need to "check the references" in the employment process provide a better portrayal of ones accomplishments thus creating a much BETTER employment process just by using GOOGLE! I pity the employer who believes that the internet and social media will become the place to recruit, interview and solicit personal and performance references of applicants in the future.<br />
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Perhaps an interview search is being done....and this is being done to evaluate someone's competency as a candidate for a job?...or for documentation in their current job performance? Is it moral to seek out social media sites to check up on someone's personal activities to determine their suitability to excel in a position, determine their interests, predict their future behavior and performance based on "friend" posts and use this to determine to their livelihood?<br />
Just GOOGLE them? Isn't that smart? <b>(badly needed sarcasm inserted here)</b> because the INTERNET is so astute at keeping people of the same name and different deeds separated, preventing untruths and vindictive comments by people of questionable character. They also excel at filtering mistypes, mistakes, misspeaks? Prior to internet access mistakes in one's "permanent record" required hard work. It was the days of snail mail in an old fashion paper clip world. Regardless of such difficulty, I found it necessary to dispute my own NAME countless times and sending paper work to disassociate myself from people whom <i>others</i> had attached to my GOOD NAME. People, I never knew nor ever heard of. Suddenly I was shown living places I had never been, with names which had "shown up" as family, neighbors or former employers on my credit report. I was even saddled with a bad credit rating from someone with a "close but not identical" former name. This <i>Pam</i> was even connected to different social security number was obviously a different person yet they insisted it was me? How did that even happen? I had even paid this <i>Pam's</i> bill 3 times hoping she'd just go away...the third and final payment was made by my husband, yet the bill kept popping back up over and over. 7 years, $1400.00 and his deep male voice later. AT&T (the debt collector) finally listened, checked into this "previous name" and APOLOGIZED! Personally, I would have preferred my <b><i>money back</i></b>! How could someone else s idiocy be allowed to continue to plague an innocent? It was a difficult process back then...look at the ease of internet access today! Again, I forgot, incompetence is only annoying not damaging and the internet lists only truth?<br />
I care about this topic because I am unemployed. What about my resume'? Having been adversely affected by America's loss of interest in seasoned and experienced educators, I have remained unemployed over 2 years now and have resorted to funneling through ALL my former bags of varying tricks to obtain gainful employment in many different fields where my Higher Education Degrees and my personal experiences would deem me competent, Yes, I have reached out on the internet to seek such a brave new world. I did indeed "boldly go where no generation had gone before" into this cyber-wonderland. It's true! So Go ahead... just GOOGLE "the truth is out there" or is it more than truth or less than truthful?<br />
If the resume' with it's correct names, information and education should be rendered obsolete, I must admit a need to press "enter" with a bit more caution. After such a disturbing inference by CNN I have become greatly disturbed. I have seen Facebook friends that I have known for decades lower their guard and post things in anger, elation and perhaps in emotional response that perhaps they did not quite thought all the way through....and others have clicked the defamatory "Like" to something they found humorous or even something that seemed to make sense, or appear self-explanatory at the time...Later however, when reviewed or when read by others the written word simply did not reflect the intonations, allusions, metaphors or communicate the intended message at all! I have truly learned nothing is 100 percent correct, Homonyms and hyperbole are REAL be afraid of the written word! Unlike vampires within the "Twilight" written words exist to shine embarrassingly where somethings truly are eternal....... via e-mail, social media or the internet. Perhaps, there should be an "oops my bad" hot link with which one could apologize after offending someone or a "I had no idea my action would permanently impact your livelihood and reduce you to near poverty?".... when one had absolutely no intent to do so!<br />
Be careful America! From now on the internet is not ours. In all our current and future postings let us not slip up, let down our guard...accidently press "REPLY TO ALL" in an e-mail nor underestimate the fierceness of and forget due acknowledgment to "auto-correct" for its outstanding ability for humiliation! That thing has sent even my husband into a quandary. Embarrassing side note, did you know or forget that Spell check is impotent against the power of homonyms, hyperbole and other<b> real </b>words you mistype? So, Cautiously, press enter, it may cost you a job.<br />
"You have been tagged in a photo!" One's normal response is OMG! So, let's flip through a visual trip through the album's of social media. Does a picture paint a 1000 words? Obviously some speak volumes, but what about the vast majority? Perhaps they just tell part of the story. My father, a WWII Veteran from the US Navy, truly had "seen it all". He would have said..<br />
" Hold your horses, There are two sides to every story, even on a photograph!" What an excellent piece of prose to ponder for those who heavily participate in social media choosing to take literally every sloven word as "correct" yet failing to take themselves as seriously as those lurking and can't wait to embarrass and destroy the delicate psyche of others. Sadly, it is true that people maliciously send pics with hopes of them spreading viral. Sent with catastrophic results, some have ruined many a political career or pathetic means of someone simply wishing to earn enough money to keep a roof over their head. Oh NO NO! Let it not be said, there are people posting on the internet who LIE, posting and tagging innocent (yet appearing as compromising photos) in MALICE, or that some users have mastered Photo-shop!..... or <b>pre-meditated</b> a carefully crafted post that would end up causing the loss of someone's job, relationship or precipated a suicide! Also, has it occurred to anyone that our 15 year olds are becoming a generation of exhibitionists and blackmailing paparazzi's? Google some of those pics. The mother and Anthropologist in me does indeed feel a need for concern. They are too young to understand implications of such life-long and permanent damage.<br />
Even within Youtube comments one becomes vulnerable to hostile assault and access by the whole world ..(because you like the Beatles better than the Stones?) oh let's just say its almost equivalent to a life within a "fish bowl". It should make one feel exposed and extremely uncomfortable. I have been accused of being too private to the point of agoraphobic, too passive, too eager to please, too helpful, too vocal, too opinionated LOL or too much this... not enough that....definitely <i>NEVER</i> enough of this or that or something. I remember such scrutiny before in a pathetic<b> real job</b> "fish bowl" fed by new grad paranoid egomaniac's. I once swam complacently while pursuing a new career unaware that comments, and "likes" would quickly humiliate me into series of self- revelations.Where do they make fun of employees and humiliate them by referring to them as FISH IN A FISHBOWL! ... you'll never find that out from me if one day the "Truth is out there" it didn't come from me... BUT Could you find out the REAL TRUTH if you GOOGLE ME! I'll tell you now, I loved working at Sea World of Florida! It was the best job I ever was blessed to spend 5 years doing and I regret ever leaving there to pursue an MA and teach public school. NOW, that I made that visibly plain, Sorry if and when .....my Google seemingly appears a bit light on information, negative actions and lacks misleading photos. I am truly am so straight laced I haven't even had a speeding ticket since 2002. My only regrets lie in the many things I WISH I had done but refused to do because of my own self imposed morality. Those regrets lie within my heart and are not to be found on the internet [HINT] Good advice.<br />
Unless you are mind reader or I have previously explained what each and everyone of my LIMITLESS poetry collection truly means, I'm pretty sure your wrong. The 70's and 80's were a great time, I wish I would have chosen a braver, more fun, ambitious path. As I observe today's youth flagrantly and unabashedly posting all over social media it looks fun and sometimes I think I blew it. However, I worry for most of them, others I hope drown in that condoned corporately cultural "fish bowl". However, as my parents suggested, I lived to be able to look myself in the eye every morning and those of everyone else I have ever met as well, My parents believed, living such a life would lead to true harmony and happiness. They prayed that I would never ashamed of what I would see in the mirror or who I became. I hope my own children continue to live their lives in such wisdom from their Grandparents.<br />
GOOGLE YOURSELF! Today, is not the mirror you should fear. It's tomorrow's notification that "a pic of you has been tagged." or "you have been mentioned in a post by Sir Spams Alot" or his friend whom you can not imagine. The post you make is not your own! Be careful it is a cyber jungle out there. The job market is tight and competition is fierce enough to bring lies out of the mouths of FB friends...Do not follow, walk beside your friends. It is for these reasons and the fact that I have value ......and that I have values (along with the need of a job)..that I just bow out of Facebook...or....Twitter or........ maybe NOT. It's too late anyway my footprints are everywhere ...Google me....I guarantee the boring part is true.Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-19737976537300364542012-07-19T12:37:00.001-07:002012-07-19T12:43:37.600-07:00Right and Wrong - A Debate in Defense of "Sitting on the Fence"<br />
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A debate in defense of “Sitting on the Fence” PRP</div>
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Words of wisdom, unwelcome and panged</div>
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Ravage my brain; both clawed and fanged.</div>
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Simple black and white, no shades of gray</div>
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Yes - no; right – wrong, no debate please, today.</div>
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A holiday to nowhere is sitting on the fence,</div>
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No sojourn, no battle, no life- learned experience.</div>
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One teeters unsteady when pushed to soon choose</div>
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For the wrong side of the fence protects too much to lose. </div>
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Astraddle the fence still wedged between choices </div>
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Time’s passage exposes many new voices.</div>
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Some right and some wrong, astride new situations</div>
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Strongholds grow weaker with credible citations.</div>
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Gray skies, gray lies expose worlds of compromise </div>
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So right remains right but wrong “left” in my eyes.</div>
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What once appeared clear, while sitting on the fence</div>
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Blurs with time, confusion and discernible pretense.</div>
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Yet, history forewarns circumstance may prevail </div>
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To mar vivid lines shifting bright into pale</div>
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Where white fades to black and yes/no makes no sense</div>
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Yet I find myself daily still sitting on the fence.</div>Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-89736548103839656362012-07-12T12:33:00.000-07:002012-10-20T12:08:10.618-07:00The Point Most Taken<br />
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wonder at what point, the point most taken, becomes mistaken..... <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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when pointed to the door...in pointed effort evermore.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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in silence, though the truth lay bare and shaken ...... prp</span></span> </div>
Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-15316624920613808122012-06-19T11:27:00.002-07:002012-06-19T11:27:39.419-07:00The most precious gift....The Child within your heartThe most precious gifts are those with whom we were blessed to share our lives. Family, friends, co-workers, teachers, mentors....even those whom you simply encounter and are given an opportunity to show and share what is best in you. Too often it is the worst in us that others experience. Sometimes...thoughtless acts negatively effect a life for as long as they live. I know this to be true as it is something I have experienced, mainly because I believed I should always trust...and turn the other cheek..When I did and it was perceived as weakness I often experienced another slap....Once it was.an accountant whose ill feelings caused her to act irrationally and irreparably effected my checkbook, another a new teacher with whom I shared, and for whom I cared hoping to see her succeed.....just to have her insecurity strike out and cost me my livelihood. Also as ridiculous as it sounds someones inability to forgive a mistake I made keeps affecting me today. I suppose some misunderstandings are never understood. <br />
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Within a family however, memories fade, faces of loved ones are forgotten as the generations separate by years and decades...and though we love those we lose forever, it is our Children who never fully understand their place in their parents heart. Each one is different, unique and forever the most important part of who you are and who you, as an adult, become. The control a child can exert, the pain they inflict they do not see .. No one believes in you more than your parents. Daddys' love exists within a noble need to protect, provide and aid, but its a mother who nurtured you in the womb, bore the pain to give you life, who truly sees you the way no one else ever could. No one is more proud when you succeed. No one hurts more for you when things go wrong. A mother will sacrifice, plan for you, they can see through you, past your faults into your miracles. Often what a Mother endures, barters, reliquishes on a childs' behalf remains a secret... for childhood slips away so fast a Mother never wants time to be marred with the mundane, her sacrifices or her own sorrows. <br />
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It is the letting go by the mother....that is the most noble. It leaves a hole in her heart that never heals...never goes away. But all baby birds must fly...each one with their own style...and each Mother dealing with those new found wings in the only way that particular Mother can. They just hope its been a successful preparation and as childhood transitions into adulthood, the children remember their journey.and appreciate a mothers sacrifices..and the fact that a mother that would have laid down her own life for life to be everything their children hoped it would be. Mothers' wisdom is there for you, even when she isn't. Her gifts, sacrifices and love never go away, even when the child does not recognize it as such. The time will come when the skies will be clear and that rainbow will grace the sky and you will understand all of this .....and even if it is too late to tell your Mother you are sorry, or thank her for some newly discovered revelation she imparted in the past, for she is long gone ...don't forget she was human too...and no matter what the circumstances.....would never love you less.Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215426494202612663.post-5125693014644518152012-06-17T15:32:00.002-07:002012-06-17T15:33:02.036-07:00Change Regretable<br />
<b>Change Regretable </b> (PRP)<br />
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Heaven knows I loved you.<br />
<b>There are some things we cannot change.</b><br />
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It was in a time I could reach out and touch you –<br />
feel you stand, warm beside me,<br />
watching the sun transform the color of your eyes.<br />
<b>There are some things… we would never want to change.</b><br />
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Excitement was strong, emotions intense, there were moments I felt invincible….<br />
I sensed your love, but could never quite grasp it.<br />
Perhaps, if I could have stretched a little farther, leaned a little lower, lunged a bit faster<br />
Perhaps then, I could have clutched and still be holding on.<br />
<b>What we would not give to see some things change?.</b><br />
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Tomorrow came as it always does and I<br />
Never believing there would be the need for change –<br />
Watched helplessly as a new world evolved around me<br />
My life turned a new season, cold and dark.<br />
I lost you, lost your warmth; I lost the sunlight shimmer of your eyes.<br />
Would that I could have held you,<br />
In painted youthful colors I hoped would grace the pallet of all my todays<br />
Clinging to my dreams, those dreams, forever….missed.<br />
Now I shall always miss them<br />
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<b>That is the one thing I know will never change…</b>Pam Robinson Porterfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14976880735119439078noreply@blogger.com0