September 27, 2011

Horseshoe Art ~

Tom Hill is a 26 year-old self-taught sculptor who for the last 3 years has
been working with recycled horseshoes to create life-size animal sculptures.
Tom utilises a gas forge, anvil and hammer as well as various welding
techniques to heat and shape the horseshoes to create his sculptures.

Submitted to 'Expressions' by
Carole Wolfram, UT

September 26, 2011

Watch Out For This Scam...


Police say that the gang usually is comprised of four members,
one adult and three younger ones. While the three younger ones, all
are appearing sweet and innocent, divert their intended target with
a show of friendliness, the fourth--and the eldest--sneaks in from
behind the person's back to expertly rifle through his or her
pocket or purse for any valuables. Here is a picture
of the thieves caught in the act.

Human Target Identity Unknown in Photo
This is a public service announcement to alert all possible victims!

Thank you,
The 'Expressions' Staff
Max and Gracie

September 24, 2011

When I see
signs like this
I am more
leary of the
human than
the animals...

Ya know???

September 23, 2011

Thank you for your support and for ordering 'Expressions'. We are
soooo proud!!! If others would like a copy please contact me at:

For $15 I will sent you a signed copy which includes shipping.
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Search Rhoda Galgiani or the book title...

Hugs, Rhoda, Max and Gracie

September 20, 2011

Love Ya

To hear from Rhoda makes me smile
For she only writes once in a while

You see, she is a very busy lady
Her kitties need lots of attention
And she treats each one like a baby

She also maintains her beautiful web site
It's a labor of love that she does just right

I feel so very lucky to have a friend like mine
That's why when I hear from her...
I smile every time

Dedication sent to 'Expressions' from ~
Vernette Hutcheson, LA

September 19, 2011

The Black Orchid ~

How Grief Speaks

Feelings stir inside the shell stumbling
trying to fit into the mind that does
all the massive instructing,
a balancing act directing
the tired body where to go,
what to do and how to mentally
handle its grief and sorrow

Wondering how to digest it all
how to come to terms with the
event surrounding the hollow
feeling generated deep within,
feelings that I have not come to
terms with as insight developed slowly
during a fourteen month period as
the tone of his voice heightened

The sudden loss of a friend, a neighbor,
a lost soul who turned to me with eternal
desperation in hoped to be comforted during
his spell of discomfort, during his moment
in the place where he went hiding from
the world he didn’t truly understand
searching for a moments peace of mind

I am thinking of him, lost myself for I
couldn’t help him in his black moment as
he tried to justify his untruth of reality
that was too deep to understand for as
he pondered the situation he grew deeper
into anxiety and stress that put him over
the edge for that day, but knowing tomorrow,
he would slip back again into his gentle world -

of his own meaning of life

The Orchid, the Love of Cary Eferstein's Life...

September 18, 2011

The Cure ~

The cure is faith for a broken soul,
Taking a moment calms the heart - the goal

Faith brings to one a joyous glee,
as one is freed from deep within thee

The cure is everlasting love,
faith brought to one from above

Faith is real and written in stone,
trust your heart you are never alone

Author's Note:
Writer's Class, Patchogue-Medford Library
September 15, 2011

I'se Can Do It Mom...

September 16, 2011

New Beginnings...

Spiritual maturity should not be mistaken with being perfect. Instead, spiritual maturity is growing and refining toward God's perfection. Consistent refining and growing is the natural result of being drawn
in by the knowledge of God and His love and grace toward us...

Written and Submitted to 'Expressions' by My Good Buddy -
Pete Palmeri, NY

September 15, 2011

Within One's Mind

Where I was hidden within a mask
unable to move ahead to tackle my own task,
sealed with feelings so the world couldn’t see
pretended life was perfect, but it wasn’t for me

Body and mind captures deep a darkened hole
wanting to explore, but the mind was not whole,
somehow feelings were sealed in its own captive crate
protects my soul, from its wrath before it’s too late

Looking around at others social well being
afraid to take a chance, the eyes may start seeing,
wonder why my ways can’t grow beyond its own wall
questions why I can’t come out of my shadowed hall

Hidden so long my comfort zone took control
today will pass; my thoughts need not take their stroll,
excuses shout ‘I shan’t walk my journeys new path
tomorrow I say - that’s the day to conquer my wrath'

Tomorrow the dark drawing that lies ever still
angels bring encouragement of strength and goodwill,
nourishes life with this pattern of self doubt
thoughts swarm wildly rush swiftly to come out

Pictured Neighbors Florence Galati and Cary Eferstein

Dedicated to my neighbor Cary who suddenly passed
on September 12, 2011 - He was 64 ~ He will be missed!

September 14, 2011


September 11, 2011

The Tenth Year ~

Ten short years ago
we saw the unthinkable,
the horrors of death
and destruction of the
beloved twin towers, the
sky line of New York City

Be it twin towers or
buildings of another sort,
the devastation of the
terror that took place on
that day will forever
remain in our memory

Disbelief as the cloud
containing the cries of
those who walked their floors
with trust and conviction
for their safety only to be
shattered in an instant

As the planes hit their target
the unthinkable came to life
as they destroyed the American
landscapes full of history,
along with floors of human dust
that will forever contain

the haunting of 9-11

'We shall always remember September 11, 2001 ~ So shall God'

September 10, 2011

Anniversary Tribute Poem by Caryl


Mutely, tearfully
Swallowed up, submerged in grief
Remembering calls
You may leave us a message—
At the sound of the tone please…

Submitted to 'Expressions' by
© 2011 Caryl Ramsdale ~ All rights reserved
Tanka Poetry Form September 9, 2011

"Please pray for those left behind on that fateful day,
September 11, 2001"

September 9, 2011

You'se My Friend...

Submitted to 'Expressions' by long time supporter and friend...
Vernette Hutcheson, LA

September 3, 2011

A Lightning Tale...

Lightning sizzles the darkened sky
not asking anyone how or why
bringing depth to the moments hand
terrifying every creature and man

Moving with wildly startling speeds
screams with a fire tongue that leads
loosing its uncontrolled inner soul
as fury commands its devilish toll

Lightning the rage starts to succumb
all bow, their souls burnt into one
wiped away from coolness they found
only to be burnt, buried into the ground

Violence slowly coming to an end
as swirling calms the darkened wind
brings peace with a sorrowed frown
distant echo’s laugh like a clown -

as lightning tells its tale