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The metropolitan area consists of everything like theaters, museums, restaurants, and a lot of hotels and skyscrapers. But most of all, the cities are filled with public transportation(city buses, subways, trains, taxi cabs, and airports, e.g.) and a lot of luxurious vehicles. Whether anyone is in either New York City, Los Angeles, Dallas, Tokyo, Toronto, London, or wherever, the city is everybody’s lives. It seems that all metropolitan areas are considered awesome vacation spots, even for tourists. The metropolitan areas from the United States of America and the world each have a lot of famous landmarks, especially those of the Gateway Arch, the Empire State Building, the Golden Gate Bridge, Big Ben, etc. All downtown areas are best known for attracting would-be city folks to go to, and that’s a real fact. Well, frankly, all cities from the United States of America and beyond are harder to get away from, even in the Los Angeles area of Hollywood,California. And imagine my surprise when I found out that Downtown Ft. Worth, Texas, has a movie theater and a Barnes & Noble book store. Being from the metropolitan area has its awesome advantages, especially when he or she has been influenced by the hip-hop culture and the urban culture. Well, I guess this is just the essence of urban living. The cities also have cooler downtown apartments in the downtown areas, especially in Dallas and in Ft. Worth. Boy, if I were to visit either Calgary, Alberta, Canada, Venice, Italy, London, England, Charlotte, North Carolina, or wherever, I’d stay there for a week or tow; I’d bring back some souvenirs. I wonder if the cities will still be there and there’s going to be more awesome cities in the future, Well, I guess I’ll never know. We’re all very cool for a bunch of city folks. And when he or she is in the city, it's like driving on the city streets, especially when he or she is driving either a Nissan Armada, a Cadillac Escalade EXT, or one of those BMW vehicles. I’m looking forward to residing in one of the metropolitan areas either out of state or another country, if that were to happen, that would be great.
Let’s go skiing ! Said my wife
It gives you such a thrill
So off we flew to Canada
To face the bitter chill
We took a bus from Calgary
To Banff’s National park
Found our hotel, went to bed
To get up with the lark
I brought a bright red jacket
My mate Stuart let me borrow
I thought at least I’ll look the part
When I hit the slopes tomorrow….
In the bright blue morning
I went to hire some skis
And boots that felt like concrete
I could hardly bend my knees
The minibus dropped us off
By a mud stained snowy drift
My wife said “ I’ll get the passes”
Just go meet me by the lift “
A group of red faced skiers
Were gathering in a throng
To sit on a revolving seat
That didn’t stop to let you on.
“I cannot get on that” I said
As I stared in disbelief
With slats of wood upon my feet
I knew I’d come to grief
“Come on Mike” my dear wife said,
You’ll be fine once you get on
So I stood as was directed
Then “whoosh” and I was gone
Hands gripped round the safety bar
As we rocked on metal ropes
Thinking “how will I get off this thing
When we reach the nursery slopes ? “
The chair in front began to slow
I heard their bar go “clunk”
They deftly skied away with ease
While I prepared to flunk
I ejected from my seat
To a ramp of icy snow
I soon was sliding on my back
With both legs akimbo.
Sailing down the green runs
My instructor in a strop
Kept telling me to slow down
But I didn’t know how to stop
I saw some awesome sights
I learnt the “pizza” wedge
I heard a muffled scream
When a friend slid of the edge
I lasted just three days
Till we skied toward lake Louise
I handed in my ski poles
When I couldn’t feel my knees
Time to sample “Apres Ski”
In my warm, hotel retreat
Dipping bread in fondue
Was much more up my street
While My wife “carved the powder”
Meandering with such skill,
I rubbed ointment on my kneecaps
And took a pain reducing pill.
I would not trade these memories
I will treasure them for life
I am not built to be a skier
But thank you my dear wife !
smoked crack with many of the mayors friends
art of seduction
some of the grossest men
Need some clarity edmonton
someone crazy enough to get information
easy enough
and i'm a civilian
how your staff is unaware of your situation is mind blowing
I'd fire them
Homelessness and seasons used as weapons
and you deny you have an enemy
when they poison your people
take their jobs
and then the police beat up the homeless
Edmonton you have a problem
a huge drug problem
and its not a game
they are trying to kill you
one by one
and its working
working out for them just fine
drug dealers terrorising entire apartment buildings
and then the police beay up the victom
of a hostage situation
why would i lie about this
your munchanson jailbait scapegoat has something to say
your hospitals is one thing i will never forget
never ending reprimands for everything
and taunted towards suicide
and you have no problem with that
Not like i was undercover or anything
but obviously your enemies have found your achilles heal
and the people recovering from the attack of drugs and terror
in the wake of their dead friends and messed up parents
living on assistance is just a joke
they obviously know what they are doing
so who does that make happy
beat me to the punch
and turn the other cheek
Civil war of two cities
calgary better than edmonton
on the radio
civil war from province to province
i think you've lost control and have some issues
you need to pay attention to
your media is out of control
never ending reprimands for being alive
good luck edmonton
fairwell
To My Brother on His Birthday
You’ve been to me a brother and a friend
A great support and comfort through the years
The sadness of my life with joy you blend
And when I cry, you help to wipe the tears
To childlike eyes you were the hero great
I stood amazed at strength and boyish skill
As King and Queen we played to challenge fate
Our little games, a source of wondrous thrill
You made me want to be the very best
To rise above the challenges of life
The bar you raised and helped me pass the test
And made me thrive despite the inner strife
Much more than brother, dear, you are to me
You are a source of strength and constancy
Eileen Manassian
June 18, 2015
8:11 am
My brother, Armond, is four years older than I am. It's his birthday today, and I wrote a little sonnet in his honor. He wrote a lovely poem for me on my fortieth, which is framed and hanging on my wall. I can't describe the source of inspiration that Armond is to me. He is an intellectual giant. He has his doctorate in Accounting from the University of Calgary. He is a fantastic teacher. Everything he sets his mind on doing, he can do. I've lived in his shadow in more ways than one! ;) He plays the piano better than I do...when he joined my French class, he outdid me. He's just amazing. Recently, he attended my MA thesis defense and just knowing he was there gave me courage. :) He has always been there to help me with my struggles, and I'm truly blessed to have him in my life. :)
I saw you last night
in a crooked, distorted building
you were trying again for love within some new walls
in an apartment arranged for two
in a city designed by exhaustion
you had her laughing again
as she often used to early on
I followed your movement like a ghost
from room to room
and watched as the two of you entered
into a kitchen where you started to cook dinner
and talk of a new future together
I had not seen you for nearly twenty years
my memory added no age to your face
and your clothing had long since gone out of style
Campbellford, California, Calgary and God knows where
you had been chasing life
forever nipping at the heels of your perceived fulfillment
losing people all along the way
I was getting lost in the thought of it all
then the door slammed
and she was gone too
like always, like all the others
in the shrinking kitchen you stood alone and puzzled
your eyes dropped and searched the floor for answers
I felt myself begin to care and turned away
I slipped into an empty room and gazed out the window
where street lamps poured their light
through a steady snow that fell like television static
and landed on highways twisting like mating snakes
to create a hypnotizing mess with no ends
I began to feel a hollow smile curl onto my lips
then the door slammed
and you were gone too
I turned and said to no one at all
thank you for my life
and thank you for leaving when you did
On the edge of Bow Valley River,
Where waterfall pours on stones,
I stand, a witness to nature’s symphony,
As the world unfolds before me.
On the other side of the river,
Where solitude finds its home,
The meadowlark sings its first song,
Bursting forth from the rocky mountains.
The mountain stands, still matted,
Scarred by Canada’s relentless snow,
But amidst the scars, a resilient spirit,
Emerges with green stems, sprouting anew.
After a long battle with white death,
The land awakens from its frozen slumber,
And the meadowlark’s song resonates,
A testament to life’s enduring wonder.
Loud and longing, the bird calls out,
In search of a mate to share its flight,
But to me, the song carries a deeper meaning,
A beginning when wild roses bloom.
In the harsh cold land of Canada,
Where beauty fights against the odds,
The meadowlark’s melody echoes hope,
As petals of wild roses grace the ground.
Yet, as the bird launches another call,
Pouring its soul into the wilderness,
I find myself wondering, pondering,
Who will answer its heartfelt plea?
Will there be a response from across the river,
A symphony of harmony and love,
Or will the echoes fade into the silence,
Leaving the meadowlark’s longing unanswered?
On the edge of Bow Valley river,
I stand, in awe of nature’s grandeur,
And I realize that the song, the call,
Is a reminder of our own longing for connection.
Dear First World, Salute to you
Accept humble bow, from the Third World.
Thank you for the great lectures for fu***ing idiots.
Heads hung low, wide-eyed,
we clapped.
You sold us your notion of humanity,
we lived in a barbaric world.
You bombed to end the atrocities.
The boisterous sound of your missiles came over our heads,
we clapped.
You sent us tattered clothes,
and dried milk,
you gifted us stale food.
Wow!
We clapped.
A few of us declined your orders,
and ran to caves,
we saw burnt bones.
Your president called us rats,
We clapped.
You hanged our leaders,
cheered the dictators,
crushed skulls, and scarred souls,
“Surrender and live,” your president yelled,
we clapped.
Our women heard the faint screams,
and fell to their knees crying,
their silent prayers stuck between earth and sky.
You were the people of God; we the creeping creatures,
we clapped.
We grew up applauding you,
We forgot who we were,
Our heroes bled in silence,
Our haggard faces spoke of fear,
We clapped.
You selected some of us to live in your heaven,
I was one of those who always clapped,
now I was a proud human,
away from the dirt of the Third World,
I clapped.
I met an old man on a shiny pathway,
carrying a box of empty bottles.
He looked at my bottle and said, I sell bottles.
There was loneliness and hunger in his eyes.
I cried.
Gather ‘round younguns, there is a story to be told
About some renegade cowgirls & their ride for the gold
They made it look so easy, feathers, flowers & a smile.
Guts & grace, they had plenty, quitting wasn't their style
They snugged up their riggin' & grabbed for air
Winning Champion titles with style & flair
If Lucas, Krieg & Greenough hadn't led the way
Would any of us be here in the arena today?
Henderson, Riley, Hastings & Creed
To the "Men Only" rule they all paid no heed
They broke records & bones, faced derision & fear
Riding Broncs, Raising families, they juggled home & career
Nasty wrecks were a given but they seemed to bounce back
In one unforgettable event, Tad's girl picked up the slack
From Calgary & Cheyenne to OKC & San Antone
Though there are many others, these ladies stand alone
Hat's off to the Rodeo's Renegade Roses
At tradition they turned up their noses
Bronc busting, trick riding, a rough riding ballet
They showed us how to win & made it look like play
They were never reckless, just a bit wild & bold
Now its up to you & me to see their stories told
They left mighty big boots to fill, bless them one & all
We know that they ride with us, as we heed the siren's call
Lift a glass high in honor for those who paved the way
Three cheers for the Renegade Roses still bucking out today
The suburbs have been a part of the lives of all Americans, especially that of the awesome Caucasians. It's been affecting the lives of all U.S. citizens since the day frozen TV dinners were invented. There's a lot of suburban communities that are outside the cities: suburban communities like those of Dallas, Texas (Grapevine, Arlington, Addison, e.g.), Edmonton, Alberta, Canada (Calgary), and other suburban communities. If only these people would just appreciate the the fine essence of fine suburban living, especially when he or she's finally away from the hassle of the city. It's makes everybody happy just thinking about the suburbs. But these people will have been easily bored with nothing to do, even though they're trying to do something fun. But despite the boredom and whatnot, there's a lot of places all families can do: things like going fishing, going to the park, everything. There's also a bunch of malls that everybody can go to, especially that of the Parks Mall in Arlington, Grapevine Mills Mall in Grapevine, and other malls in the suburban communities. I love suburban living. And if everybody were to move to the suburbs to begin a peaceful life, that would be very awesome.
Skye Sweetnam is one of the best female rock stars the world has ever seen. She's from the
suburb of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Her music is so amazing, it's like I'm at a mini rock
concert outside of New York City. It's also as if there's an alternative rock fest just
outside Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Not only is Skye Sweetnam very beautiful, I find her
very attractive, she's awesome, and she's cute, too. I love the way she plays the guitar
and the way she sings. The day Skye became a a rock star was the day she had wowed all of
us American rock music fans. Her latest music video, "Tangled Up In Me," was the best
music video I've ever seen, even on MTV. Skye Sweetnam is also known for her punk-rock
outfits and her multicolored hair. Not to mention her appearance on the Canadian version
of "American Idol."She was born in 1988, the same year I was born in. She's just like
other female rock stars from Canada: Fefe Dobson and Avril Lavigne. And if fate were to
bring me and Skye together and we fall in love with each other in less than a minute, then
everything will be alright. I hope she makes it into the rock and roll hall of fame in the
near future.