Poems by Jean Dament :

Lost in the 50's

As a child in the 50's I remember a time;
When lots could be bought for simply a dime,
Chips, pop, milk & comic books;
And sometimes a nickel was all it took,
Even with 1 or 2 cents,
We could buy bags of licorice, black balls & gum...that's all we spent,
At the local corner store we were known by our first name;
Where personalized service was the name of the game,
They'd offer our parents cash-credit with a smile;
And trusted them to pay it back in a short while,
You could buy fresh slices of cold meat;
And ice cream was wrapped in paper rolls all so! neat.

Back in the 50's dads went to work away from home;
While moms stayed home...sometimes alone,
Eggs, milk, ice, & coal were delivered right to your door;
And even all your groceries....you couldn't ask for more,
The mailman knew me well;
And I thought he too was swell,
We would follow the milkman around with his horse drawn cart,
But our parents weren't sure that was very smart,
Big blocks of ice would be delivered to one's door too;
While we begged the iceman on hot summer days for chunks, before he was through,
These were fun times that we lived in back then;
And now my memories often go back to.... when.

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وزيرة فرنسية متهمة بمواعدة ثمانية رجال

وزيرة فرنسية متهمة بمواعدة ثمانية رجال

وزيرة العدل الفرنسية السابقة المغربية الأصل رشيدة داتي

منذ 15 ساعة 15 دقيقة

اتهمت وزيرة العدل الفرنسية السابقة المغربية الأصل "رشيدة داتي" بعقد ثمانية علاقات غرامية مرة واحدة، وذلك في إطار دعوى ينظرها القضاء الفرنسي رفعتها داتي ضد أحد رجال الأعمال الفرنسيين من أجل إثبات أبوته لابنتها "زهرة"، التي كان نسبها مثارا للجدال، منذ أن كانت الوزيرة داتي على رأس وزارة العدل، خاصة وأن الصحافة الفرنسية ذكرت أسماء عدة شخصيات معروفة من عالم السياسة والمال اشتبهت أن يكون أحدها وراء حمل داتي.

كانت رشيدة داتي التي تولت وزارة العدل الفرنسية محط الأنظار منذ أن التحقت بفريق الرئيس السابق "نيكولا ساركوزي"، الذي اختار في وقت أول الاعتماد على فرنسيين من أصول أجنبية، وخاصة المغاربة منهم، مثل "رشيدة داتي" و"فضيلة عمارة"، وكانت داتي من المحسوبات على ساركوزي وزوجته، كما أنها كانت دائما تثير فضول مجلات الموضة والمشاهير بسبب اهتمامها الكبير بمظهرها الخارجي، ولباسها الذي كان يأتي من كبريات دور الموضة في باريس، مثل "إيف سان لوران" و"كريتسيان ديور" و"لويس فيتون".
لكن القضية التي أثارت ضجة كبيرة هي حمل رشيدة داتي نتيجة علاقة غير شرعية، وهو ما أثار الكثير من الفضول، خاصة لدى صحافة المشاهير التي راحت تبحث عن الرجل الذي جعل وزيرة العدل تحمل منه، علما وأن هذه الأخيرة تكتمت عن هوية والد ابنتها التي اختارت أن تسميها زهرة.
وبعد طول انتظار وتكتم قررت رشيدة داتي رفع دعوى قضائية ضد رجل الأعمال "دومينيك دوسان" رئيس مجلس إدارة مجمع  "لوسيان باريار"، الذي تجاوز رقم أعماله المليار يورو، والذي يسير 37 كازينو،و15 فندق فخم، و130 مطعما وحانة، بينها مطعم “فوكاتس″ الشهير في باريس، والذي اختار ساركوزي أن يحتفل فيه مع أصدقائه مباشرة بعد انتخابه، والذي كان بداية المشاكل والانتقادات التي تعرض لها من الصحافة ومعارضيه، وتقدر الثروة الشخصية لدومينيك دوسان  بحوالي 350 مليون يورو حسب الإحصاء الخاص بسنة 2012، ويأتي في المركز 118 بين أغنياء فرنسا.
كانت الوزيرة السابقة التي تترأس بلدية في العاصمة الفرنسية باريس قد رفعت دعوى ضد رجل الأعمال الشهير، مطالبة بإثبات نسب ابنتها زهرة، لكن دومينيك دوسان يؤكد أنه لا يعرف إن كان والد الطفلة زهرة أم لا، ويرفض إجراء التحاليل الجينية وفقا لما طالب به القضاء، مشددا على أنه كان نزيها ومستقيما في تعامله مع الوزيرة السابقة، وأنه لن يفرط في شيء.
وأضاف أن داتي كانت بالنسبة له علاقة عابرة مثل علاقات أخرى، وأنها هي نفسها أيضا كانت لها عدة علاقات غرامية، و شرعت محاميته  بناء على ما كان ينشر في الصحافة  وتحرياتها في عملية حصر للعلاقات الغرامية للوزيرة السابقة في الوقت الذي كانت تواعد فيه موكلها، ووصلت إلى الرقم ثمانية، مؤكدة على أن داتي وصلت إلى حد مواعدة ثمانية رجال مرة واحدة، وأوضحت أنه يوجد بينهم  وزير سابق، ورئيس مجلس إدارة شركة كبيرة،وأحد أشقاء الرئيس السابق ساركوزي، وأحد الأثرياء القطريين، دون أن تعلق محامية الوزيرة داتي على هذا الاتهام.

الوفد - وزيرة فرنسية متهمة بمواعدة ثمانية رجال 

Zoo worker dies after tiger attack

 NBC News

A British zoo worker who was injured in a tiger attack at an animal park near Dalton-in-Furness has died, police said Friday.
Sarah McClay, 24, from the Barrow area, was attacked by a tiger within its enclosure Friday afternoon, Cumbria police said. The woman was taken by air ambulance to Royal Preston Hospital after the attack at the South Lakes Wild Animal Park, but she did not survive.
McClay had suffered head and neck injuries, the BBC reported.
Police are still investigating the circumstances that led to the attack.
"Sarah's family are very shocked and distressed and request that they have privacy as they try to come to terms with their loss," the police statement read.
The public was not at risk during the attack, officials said. The wildlife park, which, according to the BBC, opened in 1994 and has both Siberian and Sumatran tigers, closed early Friday.

Poem Winter

Winter Time

Winter has come with his cold breeze
Oh how I missed the long nights and cold air
Noble winter do as whatever you please

Some bees hide in their trees
The fauna and flora in winter so rare
Winter has come with his cold breeze

You all mighty of all season that freeze the seas
Warm us with your arctic flare
Noble winter do as whatever you please

Oh great winter now that I m on my knees
The snow might have something to spare
Winter has come with his cold breeze

Yesterday was like a gentle kiss
There where so many stars to stare
Noble winter do as whatever you please

Winter has come with his cold breeze
Noble winter do as whatever you please

C-String el tanga más pequeño del mundo, sin hilo

 

Big Brother Brasil

A Boy Named Sue by Shel Silverstein

A Boy Named Sue

Written by: Shel Silverstein

 Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,
but the meanest thing that he ever did was
before he left he went and named me Sue.

Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke,
and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks,
it seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
and some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean.
My fist got hard and my wits got keen.
Roamed from town to town to hide my shame,
but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars,
I'd search the honky tonks and bars and kill
that man that gave me that awful name.

But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had
just hit town and my throat was dry.
I'd thought i'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon in a street of mud
and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty,
mangy dog that named me Sue.

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
from a worn-out picture that my mother had
and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old
and I looked at him and my blood ran cold,
and I said, "My name is Sue. How do you do?
Now you're gonna die." Yeah, that's what I told him.

Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down
but to my surprise he came up with a knife
and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair
right across his teeth. And we crashed through
the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging
in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell you I've fought tougher men but I really can't remember when.
He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laughin' and then I heard him cussin',
he went for his gun and I pulled mine first.
He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile.

And he said, "Son, this world is rough and if
a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
and I knew I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you that name and I said 'Goodbye'.
I knew you'd have to get tough or die. And it's
that name that helped to make you strong."

Yeah, he said, "Now you have just fought one
helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you've
got the right to kill me now and I wouldn't blame you
if you do. But you ought to thank me
before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit
in your eye because I'm the nut that named you Sue."
Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,
called him pa and he called me a son,
and I came away with a different point of view
and I think about him now and then.
Every time I tried, every time I win and if I
ever have a son I think I am gonna name him
Bill or George - anything but Sue.