Showing posts with label Writes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writes. Show all posts

Saturday, February 6, 2016

"Under the Weeping Willow Tree" ~By Sinbad the Sailor Man

A Story Poem, of Life's Hard Choices and Reflections of Loves Failings, Pro-Life! It Is Not a Choice! 

The author is attempting to relate three generations and never imply a actual personage, but instead an actual time-line of events, common in our world today. Pro-Life! It Is Not a Choice! 

 

"Under the Weeping Willow Tree"


A gift was given to the world wrapped up with out an ounce of love or joy
It grew a short bit of time until it was found out it might have been a boy

A young wounded child of God or not, taught by society to fear our Father not
This young lass feared the rebuke and the responsibility of bearing such a thing, this ill-gotten fruit

Little Darling labored hard in her decision of life or death she wished to fore go her first real test
She remembered she had always wished to be loved and wondered if she could destroy some others

Dreams, now given away

Poor Little, Darling has never believed in much of anything, she never felt her mother’s touch, for her Mother was put away
Raised in the Hellish Orphanage where the Devil wielded the caretaker’s hands

Poor Little, Darling always thought there was more to this world of filthy lucre and liquor
She has seen it in others, in their mothers eyes, were these too, just lies?

Poor Little, Darling wondered how and why she has lived the life she has lived
In disgust Poor Little, Darling wanted it not for this child she thought she could not love, but in her sadden views

Shown a bit, a little light on the paper that she read, atop of her new found Bible book
In an odd ad that read; please help! Young couple wants child badly they pleaded in desperation

We will pay fifty thousand plus expenses there was a brief description of their qualifications
A young handsome couple with everything money could buy and very thing a child could want

Or so this young, life-lined, schooled, girl thought

Than Poor Little, Darling began to wonder can a soul be bought? Even Christ paid, but He left the choice up to us
What should I do? That she could not decide as she sat on that lonely park bench, the one she had often placed her head in

Her empty folded hands, she clenched as she cried, why? Why me, Lord why, me? What should I do? They could be cruel too
Should I send this child back to you?

Just than came along old Tom a black cat, purring and wagging his tail
Poor Little, Darling knew him all too well, as she sat often and fed him scraps of her scraps

She begun to pet and talk to him when just then, fell upon the thick green lawn, from the heavens above
A baby sparrow’s throne, thrown out from her nest; the young chick had failed to fly her first test

This confused little darling, landed alright, but floundered a bit and then ran under the very bench were Poor Little, Darling and Tom sit
Now Tom was all excited a free lunch he thought, but Poor Little, Darling would not let that old cat go, to claim this prize

So Tom began to meow and too cry, but she held him tight
As Poor Little, Darling sat there and cried a young bearded man passing by asked her why?

Then He seen the fallen sparrow chirping and Tom hissing and clawing
He scooped the young chick up and gently told her to fly back to her low lined nest

Into the Weeping Willow Tree, she fluttered a while and then from out of his hands
This lady of the light she took flight, Poor Little, Darling then let that old cat go

As Tom danced around the bottom of the tree
Poor Little, Darling she turned instantly; to try and thank the young man, but he had to be on his way

As He went He said: ”Have a good day and may The Father bless you”
She wore a slighted smile as He walked away, her decision she just then made

Life is a gift, one mustn’t throw it or give it away

by
Sinbad the Sailor Man

 

Somebody Come and Play! Earn as You Learn, Grow as You Go!

The Man Inside the Man
from
Sinbad the Sailor Man
A
JMK's Production

 

Share this page, If you liked It Pass it on, If you loved It Follow Me!



TTFN
CYA Later Taters!
Thanks for watching.
Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man


Somebody Come and Play in "Traffic" with me. If you would like to "Join" A Growing Biz Op! Here is Your Chance to get in an Earn While You Learn to Do "The Thing" with us all here at Traffic Authority.

Simply click this link and Grow as you Go Come and Play In Traffic With Me and My Team at Traffic Authority!


Everybody Wants Traffic! They All Need Eyes Upon their sites and offerings. Get That Here!


P.S. Everybody Needs Traffic! Get Top Tier North American Traffic Here!


P.S.S. Want to Work From Home? O2LifeDrops.com Get your Business Started for FREE Today!

Friday, January 15, 2016

"The Girl in a Bottle" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Poetry: A Drunken Sailor Walks a Secluded Beach, and Spy's Something Upon the Sands

 The death of a fabled being, or the discovery of one?

 

The Jewel Encrusted Bottle

"The Girl in a Bottle"


I found her there beside the ocean fair

Cold and motionless; in an antiquated black

Bikini

She was pale white and quite a sight to behold

Although she appeared alive she was most assuredly

Dead

What could have befallen this lovely creature?

Her hair was not golden or brown, but more a burnt auburn

She was of medium height; and such a delight to behold

Her frame was architecturally sound and well constructed

A lovely girl, bejeweled; with gold, gem stones and silver

She was picturesque

Beside her laid a mysterious jewel encrusted bottle

I picked it up and popped the top off

With a small and sudden pop

Came a meek, pink tempest, it raced about quite proficiently

It encompassed her, lifting her body above the sand

The only movement was the whisking of her ponytail

As she started to whirl around and around

Then with an astounding “poof” the body, it was gone

And so was that bottle

I lighted down to the ground, and sat, and pondered

To what drink was I on, was it bad, was I mad?

or

Was this my Genie's burial?



A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



Somebody Come and Play Today! Earn as You Learn, Grow as You Go!



The Man Inside the Man
from
Sinbad the Sailor Man
A
JMK's Production

 

Share this page, If you liked It Pass it on, If you loved It Follow Me!



TTFN
CYA Later Taters!
Thanks for watching.
Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man


Somebody Come and Play in "Traffic" with me. If you would like to "Join" A Growing Biz Op! Here is Your Chance to get in an Earn While You Learn to Do "The Thing" with us all here at Traffic Authority.

Simply click this link and Grow as you Go Come and Play In Traffic With Me and My Team at Traffic Authority!


Everybody Wants Traffic! They All Need Eyes Upon their sites and offerings. Get That Here!


P.S. Everybody Needs Traffic! Get Top Tier North American Traffic Here!


P.S.S. Want to Work From Home? O2LifeDrops.com Get your Business Started for FREE Today!


Sunday, January 3, 2016

"To The End of All Time" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

 

Poetry: Reflections of Love A New and Then


Poetry: Reflections of love a new and then, lost by an old fool.



"To The End of All Time"


Till the heavens collide
Till when; the ashes are, raised up
Till the very last day

This is how long I will; love you, my dear
I swear, I always will
That is what a lover; in love


Might could say; if they believed
It were true; for they never, ever saw farther then
The day at hand, and again

This is why I believe they, say
That love is blind, and often unkind
Their love only lasts until

The other soul bleeds
And reveals, its needs
For when the endless giving ends

All of the realities set in, life is
No longer, the sweet dream
Or the fairy tale

Welcome here, to
The real world; my dear
It takes tons of hard work

And never ending time
To come to the conclusion
That this person

Is the One; and
That they, are right for you
That they, are true

A life time of trying, crying; dying
Laughing and giving
Need I mention, all of the forgiving

If you work at it,
No matter how rough it gets
This old road, will stop giving you fits

But, beware my dear
To those who would, call it quits
One must not give, up on

These precious little snips
In ones little life; these bits
And these pieces, will soon add all up

A lost love can, and will
Leave a bottomless pit
And place a hole, in ones heart

If you will not stop, it up
No matter how much
One tries to cover it, up

The camouflage always, falls
Into that there old hole
Tasteless and cold

They will become bold
Those kisses and that touch
Eyes, no longer see fit to feel; or to touch

These soft words spoken, shall fall
Upon dead ears and there, will be tears
They will turn too, now lonely fears

True love!; now only true love,
No matter how fleeting; will last
Through out ones life, and

To the end, of all time

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Somebody Come Play in the Traffic with Me! Earn as You Learn, Grow as You Go!

The Man Inside the Man
from
Sinbad the Sailor Man
A
JMK's Production

 

Share this page, If you liked It Pass it on, If you loved It Follow Me!




TTFN
CYA Later Taters!
Thanks for watching.
 
Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man


Somebody Come and Play in "Traffic" with me. If you would like to "Join" A Growing Biz Op! Here is Your Chance to get in an Earn While You Learn to Do "The Thing" with us all here at Traffic Authority.

Simply click this link and Grow as you Go Come and Play In Traffic With Me and My Team at Traffic Authority!


Everybody Wants Traffic! They All Need Eyes Upon their sites and offerings. Get That Here!


P.S. Everybody Needs Traffic! Get Top Tier North American Traffic Here!


P.S.S. Want to Work From Home? O2LifeDrops.com Get your Business Started for FREE Today!



Sunday, August 9, 2015

I Finally Got My First Poetry Book Up On Kindle, It's Live at Amazon.com Right Now!

Here It is My First Kindle Book

 



Author- Self Publishing Poet ~Donald Beres Jr.


The Collective Works of Sinbad the Sailor Man: Book I "Breakfast Sandwiches" 


A collection of some of this Poet's first original works; some from Night School 1981. And some created shortly after his divorce from his wife of ten and half years in 2001. Since 2010 this Poet has been self publishing his work upon the World Wide Web as well as trying to build a Traffic Wheel of passive residual website(s) to produce residual income streams from his works.

 

Product Details

  • File Size: 1624 KB
  • Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
  • Publisher: Donald Beres Jr - Self Publishing Poet; 1 edition (August 8, 2015)
  • Publication Date: August 8, 2015
  • Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B013NFPSEQ
  • Text-to-Speech: Enabled 
  • X-Ray:
  • Word Wise: Not Enabled
  • Lending: Enabled
  • Enhanced Typesetting: Not Enabled


 

Author's Bio; Donald Beres Jr./ Sinbad the Sailor Man

Google Search Images for Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man

Who is Sinbad the Sailor Man? Well wouldn't we all like to know, who we really are?

He is nobody special yet, at least not in the writing industry. He was born Donald Beres Jr. in Hammond Indiana,  to Carol Ann (Muskin) Beres and Donald Beres of Pennsylvania.

Donald's Mother divorced his natural father and married Wayne L. Douglas. The couple thought it easier to conceal the fact of his mother's divorce from Donald's natural father.

He was raised in Hobart, Indiana as Donnie Douglas until about the age of sixteen.When he found out that his mother had him by her first husband.

Donnie found this out shortly after attending Hobart Junior High. He took this news in stride but did not realize the damage that this and the lies that followed about his natural father and half sister would eventually unfold later in life.

He attended until his Sophomore year. He Letter in Football and Wrestling during his Freshmen year.

In 1980 he left before graduation to go to Portage Adult Night School so he could join the US Navy with two of his childhood friends; on the Navy's Buddy System.

But because of budget cuts that semester. Donnie was delayed six months and missed going through Boot Camp with his two Buddies.

As a result he would no longer qualify for the twenty yrs and out full retirement. Instead he would need to do thirty years to receive that option. Donnie's two buddies both took full advantage of that option.

On Aug 23rd 1985 Donald was Honorable Discharged from the US Navy.

Donald met Donna L. Se Doris who was seven years his junior in 1998 and in Aug 25th 1990 they were married. They had three children together until their Divorce in  March of 2001.

Donald is still a divorced middle aged man, who has three great kids, one curly headed girl and two boys. Donald is the Grandfather of two one of each a girl and a boy with more on the way. 

He is a US Navy Veteran, a would be Poet, a soon to be freelance writer, he hopes.

He is a dyslectic, he is a dreamer of dreams and an inventor of things, he is a decent pool player, a certified Advanced Open Water SCUBA diver, although he hasn't dove since 1990

He still holds, Certifications in Night diving, Deep diving, Search and Recovery diving, and he is an Underwater Vehicle Specialist, an ex-welder, and a guy who likes to ride Motorcycles. Donald likes to play Eight ball and Nine ball Billiards and has shown a growing interest in One Pocket.

He started writing Poetry way back in Night School 1980. Donald started after a short falling out with his Mother over being lied to about his true identity.  He started writing again, about six months after his divorce. From his wife of ten and a half years.Which he strongly took as a betrayal by his first true love.

He has been writing off and on ever since. He has had several Back Surgeries and others most on his lower back.  Although he was disabled December 1998  and has been on Disability since. He has made several attempts to return to full duty work, but failed and remains on Disability to this day.

He has a very bad short term memory problem, brought on by almost nine years of prescription drug use, mostly pain killers. He has bouts of depression from time to time and has contemplated and attempted suicide twice.

These attempts were early on in his disability. While he was on strong Pain Killers. The ones that one should also be put on anti-depressants with. Donald was not! He attributes his attempts on his life to this lack of proper medication.

Among these annoying problems he has other small annoying ticks and clicks that keep him from holding down any normal nine to five job for too long.

One of his attempts to return to work was as a semi truck driver. He drove for about five months but, his eyes started to fail due to high blood pressure and now he has severe night blindness, so he can't drive semi truck at night any more. He drove a taxi for about five months after getting New Glasses but has since given up on trying to drive commercially.

While Driving over the road his only daughter was Life flighted to Chicago's Children's Hospital from Indiana by helicopter. Donald dropped a load of rubber and drove from Saint Louis Missouri, He stated to his dispatcher the thing is floored and It wasn't stopping until I got there or It burnt up!

His daughter was later diagnosed with Type One Childhood Diabetes. 

Donald is back to writing poetry short stories, and trying different Inter Net jobs, which he has not yet mastered any of those either.

There you have it! Donald States that he is an average guy. With no place to go but up! Because if he gets any lower, they'll have to put him down and in the ground.

"By The Grace of GOD There Go I"

One of Donald's Favorite Bible Quotes

Another of his favorites is

"Unto Death Do We Part"



Sinbad the Sailor Man/ Donald Beres Jr.
 alias "Donnie Douglas"

    Sources: Amazon.com, Sinbadthesailorman.com, http://sinbadthesailorman.blogspot.com/

    Somebody Come and Play In the Traffic With Me! Earn as You Learn, Grow as You Go!


    The Man Inside the Man
    from
    Sinbad the Sailor Man
    A
    JMK's Production

     

    Share this page, If you liked It Pass it on, If you loved It Follow Me!



    TTFN
    CYA Later Taters!
    Thanks for watching.
    Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man

    Somebody Come and Play in "Traffic" with me. If you would like to "Join" A Growing Biz Op! Here is Your Chance to get in an Earn While You Learn to Do "The Thing" with us all here at Traffic Authority.

    Simply click this link and Grow as you Go Come and Play In Traffic With Me and My Team at Traffic Authority!

    P.S. Everybody Needs Traffic! Get Top Tier North American Traffic Here!

    Wednesday, February 12, 2014

    "Child's Play"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

     

    Poetry: Tragedy Befalls Us All, and When We Least Expect It



    "Child's Play"

     

    Red light, green light, let’s stay out all night

    Red rover, red rover, please send Sweet Pea on over

    One, two, three, and ABC’s are you still in love with me?

    Bubble gum, bubble gum, in a dish how many kisses do you wish?

    Engine, engine, number nine, oh girl you feel so fine

    Shimmy, shimmy, coco pop I love you and I won’t stop

    Jumping jacks, jumping rope, baseball cards, and comic books

    Super balls and shopping mall, my darling we did it all

    Five and Dime just wasting time

    Picnicking, down by the lake, what’s that you say!
     We are late?

    Our first car, our first home, my you’re such a pretty lady

    Push now! Here he, comes, now we have our son

    One more time, here she comes, our little lady

    Sweet Pea I love you so, you just do not know

    Then all three of you upped and left me

    From bumper cars, to chicks in bars
    From jumping rope, to shooting up dope

    It was just to much to bare
    Losing all of you there

    From: Water balloons and shooting the moon
    To: Wishing to God; it will, all be over soon

    I miss you all so, you just do not know




    A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



    Thank you for the read Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man

     
    Somebody Come and Play in "Traffic" with me. If you would like to "Join" A Growing Biz Op! Here is Your Chance to get in an Earn While You Learn to Do "The Thing" with us all here at Traffic Authority.

    Simply click this link and Grow as you Go Come and Play In Traffic With Me and My Team at Traffic Authority!
     
     

    Monday, February 10, 2014

    "A Tulip is Only, But a Flower"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

    Poetry: Reflections about Pro Life in Nature


    "A Tulip is Only, But a Flower"


    As pretty maids wait in rows, their twists of fate unfold
    So then do the desires of these newly conceived flowers
    They burst from bulbs and/or sprout from seeds
    They proceed on the grounds of mankind's turf
    From around and about a dead man's tomb

    Or in their mothers womb, our earth
    Their budding tells the tale of life's rebirth
    Their only worth to be a blessing for the bees
    They perfume our world and bring forth new seed
    Bright yellows, dark reds, brilliant whites, and deep purples

    Accented with stems of green, fresh air is being born
    Straight towards the heavens the air, it is sent
    Fragile tiny cups, with tales yet to be unfolded
    With broken handles gone, no shelf to be put upon
    Banishment now made, only lawns of green are seen

    When reviled, their scene becomes so serene
    So vital they are but, yet when plucked
    It becomes so final, they die
    Deep within nectar was lain there, inside
    Waiting to be supped up by cheery little butterflies

    Busy bees and humming birds
    Or by those pesky flies use to dinning on turds
    Within them lies a mystery, a great debate
    By accident, design, or fate
    They were seeded and put into play

    But, now the ripping of the petals torn, we love them not
    Who willed them here, and who decides their fate
    Feared  by us, hated by us, and ashamed they made us, its now too late
    They whispered, they shouted, let us out, let us be, let us grow
    But, no we'll de-seed and have it our way, it is after all our time to live

    Ripped from their beds alive, confused and in pain
    You tossed us into their bloody metal tray
    And then we all are betrayed to the compost heap
    What force commanded us to come and grow
    The two lips of God, human desires, or evil unseen

    It matters not, we will all be feasted upon by  the worms
    A Rose is but, a prickly tease
    A Danny Lion roars for sure
    Because he is just a weed
    And Baby's Breath is what? Is not

    Another choice played out , how many do we get?
    Bounced into play, on bending knees and yet the ball was dropped
    So  a tulip is, but a flower
    And the oaths of men are, but words
    When pulled; they all lie in the dirt, and are lain to waste


    A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



    Thank you for the read Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man

    Somebody Come and Play in "Traffic" with me. If you would like to "Join" A Growing Biz Op! Here is Your Chance to get in an Earn While You Learn to Do "The Thing" with us all here at Traffic Authority.

    Simply click this link and Grow as you Go Come and Play In Traffic With Me and My Team at Traffic Authority!
     
     

    "Forgot-ton"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

    Poetry: Reflections of Disgust by Love Lost 



    "Forgot-ton"


    Look into your heart

     Through Its endless layers
    Where I have been buried

    Yet still I am,  alive
     By whatever evil

    Being

    Turn back the hands of time
    To the beginning

    Where love bloomed
    Forget this doom

     Its gloom
    This fake life, you
    Have claimed 

    And
    Choose to sustain

    One in which you, will not
    Utter, my name

    Utter my, name
    Utter my Name!

    Or even think of It
     Least you remember me
    Your lover

    Although I failed you somehow
    Did not a chance remain?

    To fix whatever damage, that was done
    Blindsided by a big red truck

    Swept away, like dirt upon the floor
    Flung into the dung-heap

    Did you, ever lose any sleep?
    One day I was still your lover

    And then the other
    Forgotten


    A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


    Thank you for the read Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man

    Somebody Come and Play in "Traffic" with me. If you would like to "Join" A Growing Biz Op! Here is Your Chance to get in an Earn While You Learn to Do "The Thing" with us all here at Traffic Authority.

    Simply click this link and Grow as you Go Come and Play In Traffic With Me and My Team at Traffic Authority!


    Friday, January 24, 2014

    "Love Conquers All"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

    Poetry: Reflections of the Disillusions, About Loves Almighty Power

    "Love Conquers All"

    I too; once believed that this old nursery rhyme was true
    For now my eyes are weeping and my brain is battered and bruised

    Fish eyes, dried and raspberry foam, have come to replace this; fairy's tale
    For now I am  dreamless and all alone; scared and scarred

    I was a champion too, a defender of; this encouraging lie
    For this fairy tale; I would behead O-gars and defile deadly Demons

    For I was so, convinced of Its truth
    I myself forgot, it was just a nursery rhyme, meant to sooth

    Oh wear on me Soothe-say er grind me down once more
    Tell me the tale
    Whisper it once more

    Its sweet words into my ears
    For life is now unholy and so full of our tears

    I wish again, to dream as lovers do
    Bring me back from the other side

    Let me, not die here in the silence and the dark
     but
    Brighten my spirit and lift my heart


    A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


    Here is one of my wikinut.com friends. Her name is Carol, she has written a little piece on Love as well. If you like take a look.

    Its called, What is love. http://nut.bz/13ve7xex/

    Thank you for the read Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man

    If you would like to Earn as you Learn and Grow as you Go. I invited you to click the link that follows and join us all here at Triond.com Somebody Come and Play It’s not consider work if you enjoy it!

    PitCures in Time

    Poem: The Healing Powers of Memories and Pictures Stored

    A snap shot frozen in time
    Weathered in vinegar or wine

    Pixels spread in hues of reds, yellows, and  greens
    A scene is seen; a clip of time instilled in ones mind

    Black and white or blazing in Technicolor
    Never any worry of any other

    Albums collected and stored
    Maintained, oh what a chore

    A labor of love for sure
    Whenever I recall my memories from

    Never realizing I was under the gun
    From times beginning tale; the world spun

    Oh whatever, I did feel the nudge
    And I can recall the feelings rendered
    For time served; oh fudge

    I wish I could crawl right back in
    Into some of my lost shots of sin

    All my wide grins, tin cans, and sand
    The wedding, the golden band; your tan

    To crawl back in bed with you once more
    The things I would change; for that once more

    Some say they would not change one thing
    Oh God; dear sir, I place no blame on anything

    But the focus of the shots
    If time could be re-bought
    For I was playing in a rigged game

    How was it, I kept from going insane?
    Was it the music playing deep within my brain
    Or was it the beat to the continual rain?

    Where are all these cares stacked?

    Am I this ages Job?
    Or is it my frontal lobe?

    Will this story's truth ever be told
    I did sell my soul for glimpses of gold

    Would I sell it once more?

    You bet!


    A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


    Thank you for the read Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man

    If you would like to Earn as you Learn and Grow as you Go. I invited you to click the link that follows and join us all here at Triond.com Somebody Come and Play It’s not consider work if you enjoy it!

    Sunday, December 8, 2013

    Distasteful Lies and Butterflies

    Poetry: Reflections on a Father's Love


    As I sat in an uneasy chair, distraught with anger and despair

    Next to our daughter in the ICU and all I thought about, was you

    I told our little one: ”All would be fine in time”

    That's what I said: I told her she was too young, too sweet, and too dear

    For the Lord not to leave her here, this world needed her: I said

    I told those distasteful lies, for down in the pit of my soul, I felt the butterflies

    For I knew all too well that she would be taken and soon

    As I sat and kept watch over her she nodded off to sleep




    The “Angel of Death” he came into the room, near unto us

    I grabbed for his bony hand I caught it! And I held on tight to it!

    I would not let it go, a death grip I had placed upon It



    He had to known the mistake he was about to make

    I had hope that I could make him understand but, I could feel her fate

    My soul cried unto It's self please! Just this once Dear God cut me a break!

    The loss of another, I or this angel could not take!

    See I said: I lost her mother some years ago

    Though she stands here by our daughter now and with her new man

    As they gazed at me; her hand in his, their pretenses and presents

    Shook me to my very core

    For I myself stood looking down at my flesh and looking up into Heaven's back door

    I bent over and whispered into my daughter's ear

    I told your mom I'd be fine

    Don't worry about me this time!

    Dear one; I am use to being left behind

    Those butterflies leaped out from my chest, but only one tear drop mounted upon my right cheek

    I doubt that she saw it; as she had nodded back off to sleep

    I slept with the angels last night mom

    She told her mother of her last dream

    Where is dad?

    The curtain was drawn

    I wish he was here with us now

    I thought I saw him leave, with the most beautiful nurse


    Why would he go and do that, to me?

    He told me not to worry

    He said: that your new man would care for us now

    That he caught a break and he had to take it, that he'd be gone for along while

    He said that he'd be able to see us whenever he wanted, and that we could only picture him here

    He said that he was sorry for all that went wrong

    To think of him often for it would not be long

    Till we are all back together again, as it was suppose to be

    Little Peggy drifted back to sleep

    Then they wheeled her father's carcass out the door


    When we arrived at the back door of Heaven

    I was still clutching that angel's bony hand

    We were stopped instantly! And so I begun my plea, I told Saint Peter, I was so sorry for being late

    His reply to me; was: “Oops there goes a butterfly” and then he motioned us over

    On our knees we fell at once I begged for forgiveness and I told him of the lie

    Saint Peter smiled and said; “An unselfish act can't be undone my son”

    I saw him look down his nose and over my shoulder; at the angel, who was behind me now

    “For once you crossed this threshold your soul has won"

    With that said, he pushed me in and slammed the front gate





    A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

    Thank you for the read Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man

    If you would like to Earn as you Learn and Grow as you Go. I invited you to click the link that follows and join us all here at Triond.com Somebody Come and Play It's not consider work if you enjoy it!

    Captive Spirits

    Poetry: A Story Poem: A Ship and Crew Lost in the Cold and Dawning of the Night


    In the dark of night, betrayed by a compass's trust; which lead us

    To our unique position, revealed now, by the Northern Lights

    The decks glisten and sway, to the dance of, those swirling lights

    The Old Salts are being defeated, by the fresh water spray, it keeps mounting

    Continually weighing her body down

    As we pass through the narrow straights, the Old Salts stand, frozen and silent

    Their appearance strikes fear into our hearts, as if a trumpet was sound

    As they come into view, those brilliant white monsters are

    They are floating near and ever so dangerously, close

    They lay in wait to devour our cherished vessel and our meaningless bodies

    Our soul's quiver and shake, as they continually approach our lady

    For we know what lies beneath, the turquoise blue, calm

    The blazing midnight sands and the cold grasping fingers
    of Davy Jone's hands

    The monsters come upon her sides; our fair lady she screams, in utter pain

    Tears of fear, mount upon our cheeks, as the rails and deck boards begin to creek

    They cease their advancement and crush us not, they stand ever so, still
    as if they mean to say, you all belong to us, now

    We await our fate, the torment is spine chilling, the stern, it is continually shaking
    we imagine the bows breaking

    They stand and stand motionless, knowing our lives, flashed scenes of our misadventures

    Memories of the high and favorable seas, booty's won and then lost

    The tan tight bodies of island girls, a sailors favorite vice


    O' Neptune, crush us not for we are, mere fleas upon your back

    We have no teeth and cause you no itch

    Please O' King of the Seas, release our fair lady, please!

    Let her proceed to dance upon your tempered waves

    She was deceived, tricked, and she was betrayed incoming here, to your sanctuary

    Dear King, send us an easterly wind down, please set her free

    Dispatch these here mountains of crystal blue, topped in brilliant white

    Release her please!

    O' King of the Seas

    Let her sail on, keep us if you must! As payment in full

    And yet they stand frozen in time

    Captives


    A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

    Thank you for the read Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man

    If you would like to Earn as you Learn and Grow as you Go. I invited you to click the link that follows and join us all here at Triond.com Somebody Come and Play Its not consider work if you enjoy it!

    Have You Ever Lived a Dream

    Have you ever lived a dream
    bathed in an ice-cold stream
    loved and lost
    Have you ever wished to die

    Have you ever believed in anything or everything
    Do you remember why
    Have you ever approved or disapproved
    Have you

    Have you ever sold your soul, your dignity, or your pride
    Did you ever get them back
    Have you ever wondered what it is
    That you may lack

    Have you ever wished for anything
    Did you see it come to pass
    Have you ever done anything, that you were not told to do or asked
    Do you know what it is that you are going to do

    Do you remember how you ended up here now
    Do you wonder how this all came to be and why
    Were where you yesterday
    Why it is you are still here, today

    Have you ever won the game, to find you only lose
    Have you ever lost it all and came away, a bit confused
    Have you ever watched the shadows on the wall
    The way they dance about

    Have you ever lied for, cheated for, or stolen
    But, a signal kiss
    Have you ever bathed in an ice-cold stream
    Did you ever live a dream

    Of course you have but, why is it that you’ve stopped
    Why wont you set them free, let them live again
    All of them, release them from this winter’s siege
    These cold and thoughtless, thoughts

    Remember those sunrises and those that have yet to set
    While you sail the oceans blue
    While you dance in fields of clover
    Yes, even when you walk through the barren sands

    By God you have seen more in your last hours, than the whole of any man
    You have flown across the skies, straight into the eye of a hurricane
    Just to find out if it could be done, yes you have, don’t you remember
    You have forgotten your beauty, your mystery, and your duties,

    Yes you have, forgotten
    You have held the powers of death and destruction
    In your hands
    You know these answers to be true, don’t you

    Did not, you go where Angels fear to tread
    Or were these all, just thoughts
    In our tiny little heads
    I too, have wished to be dead

    Have you ever given up only to find out, that you were right
    Did not you, dance the dance, sing the songs
    And hold that special someones hand, so tight
    Why is it that you let it go, did she make you

    Did you grow tired
    Did you forget, or
    Did you just walk away
    And grow old

    A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

    Thank you for the read Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man

    Friday, October 26, 2012

    Hey All How you Doing? Fine I Hope!


    Well I am Back at It. Blogging away and Adding content and Pages. Oh and Promoting! As the winter months near. I become home bound; because my Back doesn't fair well in the rapidly changing air. Cool to warm , warm to hot, and so forth and so forth. I thank GOD for Vemma and the ability to afford It. I Got at Least three people buying, but I only have three of them on one side of my Team which is a two Legged Team. So it is hard to earn any commissions just yet. That will pay for all that I do invest in the Program right now. as I am Helping build two of my younger children's teams too.

     If I could build some more on my left side and find a Builder or two. I could earn enough to Pay for my product and for all that I am buying from my two children's down-lines. As I am setting them up for a Job in Direct selling Under their dear old Dad. They are still too young and under their Mother's control to do anything on their own and they live in another city and we don't have the advantage or luxury of daily anytime contact.

    I can't afford to carry them for long. But I was hoping to have built my Left leg a lot quicker than I have been. But I had to move again too, and I am not able to drive, nor do I own a car now. Or Can I leave the Country on Business either. As I am suspended for child Support! Which I have never Missed because I am on Social Security Disability and they have Paid every month since day one of my Divorce. The laws suck in Indiana for the Father. They truly do. But that's another story for another day. 

    So as I was saying before that snuck up and burst-ed out of me. Regressed anger with the legal system; I guess? I am back to working pretty much daily at trying to grow my Footprints and Traffic Wheel. I have been doing just that these last several days with some Blogger Video Blogs. I still need to get some quality Products that I earn directly from other than Vemma or some higher paying affiliate Programs. And get them placed into the side bars. But I do have a good head start on it as of today.

    Once again I will need to sit down and reschedule posting and creating time periods for the week. As this will become much like a Nine to Five six day a week JOB. Passive Income is Not Passively Made! It takes Lots of Work or Money to get them up and running and then producing. These new pieces of real estate will fast become dormant or run down and out. becoming dated by all the competing sites. That are never ending and being dump upon the World Wide Web daily.

    There are many reasons people will fail, but the number one is it won't happen over night for most all of them; and almost 97% will give up within their first six months. I am going on year # 3 and I am just now seeing tenths of pennies turning into Pennies Nickels and Dimes.

    Three years! Yup threes years. Now mind you I am on Disability and have many things holding me down, down, down. Lack of Money the drugs I was taking for Pain that have clouded my mind to who knows what end. The lack of income and motivation that goes hand in hand with being in my position. Losing a Home and everything again or rather just walking away from it! etc.etc.

    Yes I am a slow learner and that makes me a slow earner. But it makes me a earner none the less. And that will be residual earnings. And the Knowledge gained for the doing is Priceless for it will allow me to duplicate and repeat as often as I feel the need to increase or replace income.  Priceless is the gift of such wisdom!

    Well Keep an eye out for future postings and writes. Their coming soon! Because I need a change don't you?

    CYA Later Taters!
    TTFN 

    Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man

    Sunday, December 4, 2011

    Some of the Differences Between Super Affiliates and Those Who are Struggling to Be!



     Since I have been trying to become a successful affiliate marketer for a while myself now. I have been sharing what I have been learning here lately.

    I am now desiring to share how I hope to become more successful, I thought it could be helpful to write about the key differences that I have seen between the Super Affiliates and struggling affiliates like myself.

    If you have dabbled in affiliate marketing, but aren't making a killing yet, then you might find that some of the differences I mention below are issues you and I need to resolve first.

    Super Affiliates take action towards their goals, while struggling affiliates often procrastinate, or spend too much time over educating or preparing themselves and not enough time DOING or TRYING. We are still fearful or Doubtful Still! Something we need to overcome. And most of us will remain so until our first few successes. We lack the confidence still.

    Super Affiliates are usually prepared to fail and are willing to do it more often than we who are struggling at It. A Super Affiliate often times is learning from their mistakes as well as from those of others.

    Rather than not making any progress at all or shrugging their shoulder as to what is going wrong and why is it happening to them. They are not "poor me babies". Where some of us are being discourage by our results; they are finding ways on understanding theirs. And on replicating the good and eliminating the negative results.

    Super Affiliates re-invest their money into software, marketing, and outsourcing, and then spend what is left of their spare time on finding better partners to partner with either more Affiliate programs or people or better people to help them grow in their efforts.

    Struggling affiliates tend to spend the vast majority of their money on other parts of their lives as well as the lions share of their time, and then re-invest what is left if anything is left into their on-line business. While never looking past the here and now; and into tomorrow where their futures lie.

    Super Affiliates invest their time in networking with and learning from other successful people while planning for tomorrow. Whereas we who are struggling often try to work alone, or listen to the people who have a negative influence on us; the (Naysayers or the Doubting Thomas).

    Family and friends who are saying it is taking you way to long or it won't or can't happen for us. And they are right! It won't if we buy into their doubts; about our dreams. It Takes as long as It takes you need to get It.

    For you must get It to replicate It. Become a Rocket Man by Networking and seeking out others who can and will help you. Even if it cost you a little more then what you think it is worth at this point in time.

    The correct information  along with the correct steps that get you from point A to Z is worth Its weight in gold. Without It (the correct Method) It could be a long, long time, to find or to you Stumble Upon It this correct Method.



    In addition a Super Affiliates tries to learn as much as possible from multiple sources through books, audio, or Special Reports and from their failures and that of those around them. This is especially important when you're not in a position where you can network with other successful Internet Marketers who have been through the ringer already! And have or are succeeding daily now today.

    On another note, Super Affiliates enjoy the process of learning some even love what they are doing and you should too or you should be looking for something that will help you to love doing this. Even when they're failing they are learning from their failures.

    Struggling affiliates often don't enjoy having to constantly learn new techniques, new systems, and new ideas. They don't appreciate the experience of trying and/or failing in order to learn and grow. Until that first great success. To be a Super Affiliate you must Keep on Keeping On! The learning never stops.

    Most Super Affiliates understand the power of their minds state of believing in the success factors. And will do all they can not to lose their focus on developing a strong belief within themselves. Where as an untrained mind which has never tasted the sweet nectar of success struggles to believe in their chances of success. New affiliates can become derailed by negative self-talk. By focusing on what is going wrong in their lives, in the world around them as well as in their affiliate marketing efforts.

    Most millionaires that I have met in person (and I have met a few) only focus on one thing at a time. They do things step by step and always in a meaningful order. It's true that most have experimented in/on many other forms and/or systems of succeeding their goals in order to find the golden one or two that work for them. They never will try to do it all themselves they have learned the art of leveraging others, outsourcing, and down right begging others to get the job done.

    Struggling affiliates, though are often scattered all over the place, and even when they find a niche, a system, or an adviser that makes them money, they keep moving on to the next niche without fully maximizing their potential or getting to know a niche or the system in extreme depth. Their eyes glaze over and the money washes out their focus. “Gold Fever” it was called during the gold rush and we are in kind of a gold rush here today with affiliate Marketing Systems.

    Most Super Affiliates build a strong mailing list through email captures and make regular repeat sales to the same people. Struggling affiliates often like to skip the process of building a website to gain leads and focus on direct traffic. There by missing out on the chance of repeat sales and having more marketing opportunities.

    The new sell or the up sell. You do not Need a song and a dance, to keep their attentions. Great service and great advice as often as you can provide it will do this. No need to keep running in circles, trying to keep finding the new customer; they will begin to find you.



    You need people to trust in your recommendations and in you. And these would be those you have service correctly and well during that first go a round. They are now in your cross hairs and ready to be re-sold too. They will want more, with every good experience and/or transaction that you make together. They are now your first target to hit on the way out to hunt for more.

    Most Super Affiliate or millionaires that I know, not myself just yet, but soon I am planning on it. They make the vast majority of their money from the big competitive niches, and not from the smaller, less competitive niches. Super Affiliates are not afraid of competition, whereas many struggling affiliates are.

    Super Affiliates realize that to make big money, you have to go where the big fish are. Let me make this crystal clear here. Small niches are good to learn the tools and get your feet wet or to build your confidence up. But in the long run, to make  the seven figures or more on-line, you need to get very good at marketing and even better at promoting.

    You will need to do this high dollar earning in one of the major niches. Where billions of dollars are being spent every year (diet/fitness, making money on-line, dating/relationships, self-help, security software, etc.).

    You'll need to get a piece of that pie. Or a piece from several of those pies. They are where the dollars are; because that is where the wants and the needs are. Now this is not to say that you can't luck into a totally new market and/or a sought after niche; it is just less likely that you will.

    Thank you for you time and any comments.


    Somebody Come and Play In the Traffic With Me! Earn as You Learn, Grow as You Go!



    The Man Inside the Man
    from
    Sinbad the Sailor Man
    A
    JMK's Production

     

    Share this page, If you liked It Pass it on, If you loved It Follow Me!



    TTFN
    CYA Later Taters!
    Thanks for watching.
    Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man

    Somebody Come and Play in "Traffic" with me. If you would like to "Join" A Growing Biz Op! Here is Your Chance to get in an Earn While You Learn to Do "The Thing" with us all here at Traffic Authority.

    Simply click this link and Grow as you Go Come and Play In Traffic With Me and My Team at Traffic Authority!


    Everybody Wants Traffic! They All Need Eyes Upon their sites and offerings. Get That Here!


    P.S. Everybody Needs Traffic! Get Top Tier North American Traffic Here!


    P.S.S. Want to Work From Home? O2LifeDrops.com Get your Business Started for FREE Today!