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| Branagan945 | Amtrack | 1 | Mar 29 2008, 3:08 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Aug 11 2007, 2:17 PM EDT
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Amtrack speeding along the rails.
Amtrack, I so love sways gently to and fro.The train out of Chicago was a double decker so I climb the circular stairway to the observation car. Amtrack was trying to make time after a 3 hour delay in chicago. I make my way to the dining car and order a vegen dish then make my way back down the stairs and to the club car. I get to enjoy a cigarette there and someone treats me to a Gin and Tonic. Not being a drinker, I take a tasten and leave the glass on the table. After a second cigarette, I make my way to my car and allow the train rock me to sleep. I fall asleep watching the backside of houses and factories and telephone poles as we race past them. Amtrack is in a one man race to Kansas City to make up the three hour loss of start time. I find myself rocked to sleep by the speeding bullet riding the rails. Ms Claire Girard-McManus
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| Branagan945 | The Eagle Soars | 6 | Sep 23 2007, 4:45 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Jul 22 2007, 3:35 PM EDT
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The eagle soars,
high above the mountains, scanning for a predator or his lunch. His wings are magniicent and he soars towards earth. The sky looks like it's on fire. The sky ablaze and the Eagle soars, fearing no one not even the sky that is on fire.
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| Branagan945 | Noon At The WAterfront | 1 | Aug 30 2007, 12:58 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Jul 25 2007, 12:00 PM EDT
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The grass is moist with dew.
The lake has gentle ripples as the mother duck anf 4 ducklings swim into shore. I throw a piece of my grinder at then and they converge upon the morsel. One babt duck dives and pulls the piece of bread under water but the much wiser mother also dives and she submerges with the soggy bread. They glance at me as they swim off towards the Adirondacks I am very contented to sit on th shore of Lake Champlain and watch the ducks as they search for more handouts. Claire Girard-McManus
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| Branagan945 | A site to put your writings | 0 | Aug 11 2007, 2:29 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Aug 11 2007, 2:29 PM EDT
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a safe place to put your writings.Would love to see this a poetry.short story...any type of writing forum.
Feel free to post! |
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| Branagan945 | Oh,Kansas | 0 | Aug 11 2007, 11:59 AM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Aug 11 2007, 11:59 AM EDT
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Oh,Kansas
my beloved Kansas.Your wheat fields moving gently in the warm Kansas breeze. Acres of Sunflowers with Texas Longhorns ambling about. The mighty Arabian horse. regal,majestic commanding respect. The land so flat, you can see for miles. WEstern Kansas, a taste of heaven. It's beauty can't be captured. Kansas folk do their best to keep trouble far away. Whatb a thrill it would be to ride an Arabian horse across the western plains of Kansas as it's beauty becomes a part of me. Oh Kansas, my beloved Kansas. Claire Girard McManus |
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| Branagan945 | Blues Man | 0 | Aug 11 2007, 11:40 AM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Aug 11 2007, 11:40 AM EDT
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The guitar player
belts out the blues fo anyone who will listen he's paying his dues. His voice,a bit rough,singing the truth of death and love lost. He sings of the heartbreak and the blues at all cost. The Blues man travels across this land stopping at coffee houses with his road house band. He plays on street corners, with a jar to catch change. He'll never be rich but he'll play just the same. Claire McManus- Girard |
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| kevencharles | Greetings Learners | 10 | Aug 6 2007, 9:42 AM EDT by kevencharles | ||||
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Thread started: Jun 10 2007, 2:48 PM EDT
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This is the page that I'd like you to use for any writings you'd like to contribute. It can be a formal paper, or a one or two line comment. That is entirely up to you, unless I assign a required entry. Looking forward to seeing you all in class on Thursday!!
Peace, Keven-Charles
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| Branagan945 | Just to let you know I had a minor stroke | 0 | Aug 4 2007, 1:03 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Aug 4 2007, 1:03 PM EDT
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Hi Felllow learners,
I posted this as a reply but forgot where I posted it. Just to let you know I had a stroke.It started on Monday and continued on through Tuesday evening.When I was at the class I was feeling very strange,,went to the ER and they found out what itwas.My thyroid level was too high.I'd love to hear from you.I reallyenjoyed working with all of you. Claire Girard-McManus 234 so champlain st #116' Burlington Branagan945@Juno.Com |
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| Branagan945 | The Killers | 0 | Jul 30 2007, 1:34 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Jul 30 2007, 1:34 PM EDT
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The killers slid into Kansas
covered by the dark of night. Four lives were violently taken that night by two Godless killers who felt no remorse. The killers left Kansas as quietly as they had entered. It's been years since that act of violence in Holcomb,Kansas. Kansas,the heartland. Kansas, that holds the terror of that night. |
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| Branagan945 | Putting my writing on page | 3 | Jul 25 2007, 5:57 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Jun 29 2007, 6:56 PM EDT
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Where do I go to print out my writings so they show on the page.Thanks.
Branagan945
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| Branagan945 | God's Scoreboard | 3 | Jul 25 2007, 1:23 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Jul 22 2007, 1:06 PM EDT
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My mortal soul soul cries out against the injustices
that I know are going on about us. The inhumanity of it all makes me question a supreme existence. The nuns at Rice High,back in '63 reassurred me it should never be questioned. I would like to think that Jesus wins the BIG game in the spirtual world series. I have lived in a life of love,joy,sorrow and abuse but I still think GOD will win the big one. The score is on the bill board World 12 GOD 54 dedicated to Patrick McManus
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| Branagan945 | The Clutter Murders | 3 | Jul 23 2007, 1:48 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Jul 13 2007, 8:09 PM EDT
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The full moon
light the night skies over Holcomb,Kansas. The family, so closly knit, had drifted off to sleep probably each of them had dreams of things to come or plesant memories. They drifted off to sleep not knowing that in a few short hours terror would take each of them oner by one. Herb Clutter was the first to be face to face with the faces of evil. The two killers personified evil. One by one The Clutters were slaughtered like lambs. The age of innoocence in Holcomb had come to a disastrous end. The town would never be the same again. Herb, the shepard of his flock was brutally murdered with Kenyon in the basement. Blood poured like water>The sheriff said he felt he had walked into Hell. Nancy was shot in the back of her head. She must have turned in fear and Mrs Clutter shot in her bed. All had been tied. All had died. The full moon was ablaze over Holcomb like the fire that burned in the killers souls.
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| Branagan945 | The Incident #3 | 0 | Jul 22 2007, 2:38 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Jul 22 2007, 2:38 PM EDT
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I didn't get to go to the swimming hole instead my mom was afraid to let me ride that horrid purple bike so we went and she bought me a new bike.It wasn't the red one I dramed of.It was a pretty blue and would fo really fast but after that narrow escape,I never tried to race the wind again.I gave up the paper route.
The rest of the summer was spent at camp,swimming at the brook,reading and all kinda of summer fun. I remember the bike incident all too well.I think I am the only one left to tell the sordid tale.It's probably just as well.Some stories are meant to die a natural death This is one of them. |
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| Branagan945 | The Incident #2 | 0 | Jul 22 2007, 2:27 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Jul 22 2007, 2:27 PM EDT
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I had promised my Grandparents I would never race the wind and for some reason the believed me.
The Ag teachers home was about half way down the hil.Just enough to start to pick up some speed. The Ag teacher was remodeling his home and had the new glass for his picture propped against a hill.I never saw it coming. I had picked up speed and decided if I sped past his house I'd just circle back around and give him his paper.It seemed like a good idea at the time. I was picking up speed.After my route,my mom was going to take me to Kidder's Brook for a swim. I was peddling faster and faster and then it happened..... CRASH! I had driven my bike through the new glass. THe teacher and the work crew came running to see if I was hurt.I wasn"t hurt but shattered glass was all around me.The teacher invited me in and his wife of lemonade and checked me over for wounds.I felt like crying but being the tomboy that I was,tears were foir sissies.The teacher said not to worry he was insured.I managed to pick up all of the remaining papers on his lawn The workman fixed my handlebars,Soon the bike was up and running. When I got to my moms,the teacher had called and said the reason for the crash was the brakes had faied.. |
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| Branagan945 | THe Incident | 0 | Jul 22 2007, 2:04 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Jul 22 2007, 2:04 PM EDT
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When I was ten,I had a paper route.I delivered the St Albans Messanger.I had my trusty, used purple bike.I was saving for a red Schwim.
I had a rather large route when I would first start.There were lots of hills so sometimes Ii woulf put msany of the papers in my red wagon and deliver them that way,Then when the loda was lifgter I was oin my purple bike. There were a few customers that I had to beg for the money or it would be deducted from my paycheck.That was the downside of having a paper route. There were two elderly sisters who counted every penny they owed.They would report me if I was five minutes late.Their names were Mildred and Maude.They found all children an annoyance.If children didn't serve a purpose they shouldn't be runing around loose. When the load was light enough,near the end of my route,I lovd flyimg down the hills feeling the wind blowing against my face. Of course this was greatbduring the sumer I won't make the reader sufffer through the winter. The steepest hill was at the edge of town which dumped a rider on the main road with all the traffic going and coming from St Albans. You had to be alert and watch both ways and check your brakes..more oin PART @ |
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| Branagan945 | Bobbin Mill | 0 | Jul 22 2007, 12:27 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Jul 22 2007, 12:27 PM EDT
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I remember when this was a working factory
Men doing hard labor. Those were days long ago when neighbors talked to neighbors. Smoke billowing from 2 tall smoke stacks the large comercial bobbin's were made then polshed and shipped while many men took a few minutes rest and enjoyed a snack. not one bobbin could be chipped. My best friends father worked here he gave the Bobbin Mill his every breath until one dayall he could give was 20 years to death. I think of him from time to time and remember his cough and oxygen the companty called it a victimless crime., Mr Gambino, was the gentleman's name. His family camt from Italy a good father and a hard worker was his claim to fame. Claire Girard-McManus |
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| Branagan945 | Hear My Dreams | 0 | Jul 20 2007, 4:07 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Jul 20 2007, 4:07 PM EDT
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Hear my dreams
for I had dreams. I had dreams of hope, dreams of desire, dreams of tomorrow that would rise up and embrace me. Hear my dreams that once were, Dreams that even the dreamcatcher couldn't filter. Hear my dreams for they shouted out "Hear me. ,Hear My Dreams" Claire Girard McManus |
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| Branagan945 | Mom | 0 | Jul 15 2007, 5:52 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Jul 15 2007, 5:52 PM EDT
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She looked at the garden
too tired and weak from the radiation to bend down and smell the red rose. I neeed to rest, she whispered to me and then she slept in the sunlight and I saw her life in that garden. Claire-Girard McManus |
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| Branagan945 | The City Never Sleeps (For Brooklyn) | 0 | Jul 13 2007, 7:43 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Jul 13 2007, 7:43 PM EDT
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The city never sleeps,
or needs to. Hustle,bustle scurry, worry. The city never sleeps. Rumbling trains, masses huddled awaiting to scatter off to work, to play. The city never sleeps, nor needs to. |
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| Branagan945 | Mother's Day | 0 | Jul 13 2007, 7:39 PM EDT by Branagan945 | ||||
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Thread started: Jul 13 2007, 7:39 PM EDT
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A birth
nearly forgotten in time. A son's voice not heard or handwriting on a card never seen. A birth from another time. It is an affirmation of my motherhood, long forgotten. |
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