tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081323424373438102012-03-14T06:42:18.525-07:00"A man is but the product of his thoughts what he thinks, he becomes." Mohandas Gandhi Consequently....Tina Marie Corbetthttps://profiles.google.com/108921073473123239119noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125ThisIsMetinaMariehttp://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-808132342437343810.post-52869164471951684392012-03-01T12:36:00.001-08:002012-03-01T12:36:35.185-08:002012-03-01T12:36:35.185-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDVfWP_Gkik/T0_cffuXbwI/AAAAAAAAArs/1o7P4hYAglU/s1600/HPIM0094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDVfWP_Gkik/T0_cffuXbwI/AAAAAAAAArs/1o7P4hYAglU/s400/HPIM0094.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" id="table21" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><tbody> <tr><td style="font-size: 10pt;" width="100%"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody> <tr><td style="font-size: 10pt;" valign="top" width="30"></td><td style="font-size: 10pt;" valign="top" width="100%"><span class="tMsf20px333" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 20px;"><b>Desert Places<br /> </b></span></td></tr> </tbody></table></td><td rowspan="2" valign="top" width="100"><div align="left" bgcolor="#f1f2f2" style="font-size: 10pt; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /> </div><div align="left" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /> </div></td></tr> <tr><td style="font-size: 10pt;" valign="top"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" id="table23"><tbody> <tr><td style="font-size: 10pt;" valign="top" width="30"></td><td class="wY100px" style="font-size: 10pt; width: 523px;" valign="top"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Arial;">In a field I looked into going past,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Arial;">And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Arial;">But a few weeds and stubble showing last.&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Arial;">The woods around it have it - it is theirs.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Arial;">All animals are smothered in their lairs.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Arial;">I am too absent-spirited to count;</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Arial;">The loneliness includes me unawares.&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Arial;">And lonely as it is, that loneliness</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Arial;">Will be more lonely ere it will be less -</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Arial;">A blanker whiteness of benighted snow</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Arial;">WIth no expression, nothing to express.&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Arial;">They cannot scare me with their empty spaces</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Arial;">Between stars - on stars where no human race is.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Arial;">I have it in me so much nearer home</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Arial;">To scare myself with my own desert places.&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <br /> <span class="f20px" style="font-size: 20px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Robert Frost&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I could not think of anything to write about this picture I took, but I do love this poem by Robert Frost!</span></span></span></td></tr> </tbody></table></td></tr> </tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/808132342437343810-5286916447195168439?l=me-tinamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bWH2k0xXpZ6sgfshVIln3q1Hmhk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bWH2k0xXpZ6sgfshVIln3q1Hmhk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bWH2k0xXpZ6sgfshVIln3q1Hmhk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bWH2k0xXpZ6sgfshVIln3q1Hmhk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThisIsMetinaMarie/~4/pAmP54okXh8" height="1" width="1"/>Tina Marie Corbetthttps://profiles.google.com/108921073473123239119noreply@blogger.com0http://me-tinamarie.blogspot.com/2012/03/my-view.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-808132342437343810.post-84991499273496057442012-02-25T17:09:00.000-08:002012-02-25T17:09:52.468-08:002012-02-25T17:09:52.468-08:00This is my view for 2/25/12:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1OhWH3A5MT8/T0mA4iceZ_I/AAAAAAAAAoc/KozAlG7tvnE/s1600/Photo+on+2012-02-25+at+17.44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1OhWH3A5MT8/T0mA4iceZ_I/AAAAAAAAAoc/KozAlG7tvnE/s400/Photo+on+2012-02-25+at+17.44.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Day after day the same routine</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">week after week with the same atmosphere</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;I miss the&nbsp;swaying&nbsp;greens</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i, life&nbsp;disappears..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">by me- tina marie</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thoughts????</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div>I am new to poetry, but love it. I will try to write a poem as often as I can, but I want constructive&nbsp;criticism&nbsp;please.&nbsp;</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/808132342437343810-8499149927349605744?l=me-tinamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NziB7zUGpzZxhrDxE7h8oah4ZIE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NziB7zUGpzZxhrDxE7h8oah4ZIE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NziB7zUGpzZxhrDxE7h8oah4ZIE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NziB7zUGpzZxhrDxE7h8oah4ZIE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThisIsMetinaMarie/~4/KzbOJ8MBJII" height="1" width="1"/>Tina Marie Corbetthttps://profiles.google.com/108921073473123239119noreply@blogger.com0http://me-tinamarie.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-view.html