Archives For February 2015

‘Prisoners’ filmmaker Denis Villeneuve in talks to direct

Blade Runner, Harrison Ford

Nearly-frozen Nantucket waves captured on camera

1. Front of the Class (2008)

2. Homeless to Harvard

3. Anything Is Possible

4. A Better Life

5. Courage to Love

6. Shine Like A Star

7. A Song From The Heart

8. When Andrew Came Home

9. Their Eyes Were Watching God

10. Teen Spirit

Reactions to death of Knicks fan favorite Anthony Mason

Anthony Mason passed away Saturday.    (Getty)

Will You Save Me?©

Felina Silver Robinson

My Poem of the Day


on the cliff

There are steps that I must take through this dark and empty place.

I wish you wouldn’t follow.

For I’m not sure if I’ll see tomorrow.

But maybe if you can reach me before it’s too late,

I won’t have to take the journey that might call for my end.

Would you take the time to save a friend?


Would you let them go so you’re off the hook and would no longer have to bother?

This all feels so wrong.

But no one has given me any other choice.

The walls are crumbling down around me.

The pressure is overwhelming.

I turned to you, but you’re not really there.

I’m hoping and praying, you’ll make the time, this time

Dear Readers:

This poem is offered in light of a recent story about a young man taking his life

when he felt he had no one to turn to, and when he did turn to someone, they didn’t try to stop him.

I beg of anyone out there, please help that is crying out for help.

Don’t urge them to take their own life. They are crying out because they want to be saved.

No matter how bad things are, there is always something better ahead even if you can’t see it at the time.

Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

As You Like It



SCENE V. another part of the Forest.

Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others


What’s that ‘ducdame’?

Jaq.‘Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools

into a circle. I’ll go sleep, if I can; if I cannot,

I’ll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.

Ami. And I’ll go seek the duke: his banquet

is prepared.                     [Exeunt severally

SCENE VI. Another part of the Forest.


Adam. Dear master, I can go no farther. O,

I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure

out my grave. Farewell, kind master.

Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart

in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer

thyself a little. If this uncouth forest yield any-

thing savage, I will either be food for it or bring

it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death

than thy powers. For my sake be comfortable;

hold death awhile at the arm’s end: I will here

be with thee presently; and if I bring thee not

something to eat, I will give thee leave to die: but

if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of

my labour. Well said! thou lookest cheerly.

and I’ll be with thee quickly. Yet thou liest in

the bleak air: come, I will bear thee to some

shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of a

dinner, if there live anything in this desert.

Cheerly, good Adam!                     Exeunt

SCENE VII. Another part of the Forest.

A Table set.

Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, and others.

Duke S. I think he be transform’d into a


For I can no where find him like a man.

Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone

hence: Here was he merry, hearing of a song.

Duke S. If he, compact of jars, grow musi-


We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.

Go, seek him: tell him I would speak with him.

Lord. He saves my labour by his own ap-



Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur! what a

life is this,

That your poor friends must woo your com


What, you look merrily!

Jaq. A fool, a fool! I met a fool i’ the forest,

A motley fool; a miserable world!

As I do live by food, I met a fool

Who laid him down and bask’d him in the sun,

And rail’d on Lady Fortune in good terms,

In good set terms and yet a motley fool.

‘Good morrow, fool,’ quoth I. ‘No, sir,’ quoth he,

‘Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune:’

And then he drew a dial from his poke,

And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye,

Says very wisely, ‘It is ten o’clock:

Thus we may see,’ quoth he, ‘how the world wags:

‘Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,

And after one hour more ’twill be eleven;

And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,

And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;

And thereby hangs a tale.’ When I did hear

The motley fool thus moral on the time,

My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,

That fools should be so deep-contemplative,

And I did laugh sans intermission

An hour by his dial. O noble fool!

A worthy fool! Motley’s the only wear.

(On 2/28/15 – Join me in the continuation of Shakespeare’s 

“As You Like It”