Ghost: First Love

Love has reached my innermost emotions.
I've loved and done things I should not have done.

I am sorry now, for my loved one has strayed.
But my love for him grows stronger day by day.

Do some other girl he will go.
To cause her heart much pain and woe.

To walk out on her when she needs him most.
Leaving in her heart the shadow of a ghost.

Anonymous (1967)

B O S T O N S P R I N G

By ROZI THEOHARI

Spring is dancing over Boston
Playing a melody
With diagonal strings on the Zakim-Harp Bridge, Accompanying the harmony With the lilting voices of trilling birds.
Painting in pink
The myriad petals of magnolia trees.
Flying fountains of sparrows.
On the silk-royal-blue sky
Their heads set for England…
Serenity.
April's violet blue petals
Resemble a spring's blue-purple sky.
The breath of spring-spread fragrance
Indistinctly
Melds with the salty ocean air,
Envelops the lightly-dressed young girls Adorning their romance and dreams.

Boston spring—a symphony
That leads the city
To sing with Heaven…

April 2005

THE APPROACHING OF M A R S

By ROZI THEOHARI

Hi, up there, Red Star
Why are you watching me from the sky?
Wrapped in the mists of sleep,
Unexpectedly—I woke up.
Mesmerized by your romantic light
Saying to me, "Good morning…" Fine!
My heart went pit-a-pat
As millions of stargazers worldwide
Peered at telescopes and focused
On your—passing-planet thrills
On Wednesday—08-27-03
What are you telling me?

I know something about you.
At Boston's Museum of Science
Years ago
I snapped a dramatic view
Of your small piece of rock
A gift from Sojourner's landing on you,
Its size as big as a lady's ring,
The bright grey crystals shone. Astonishing!

Welcome, Rose Planet !
During the fall, night after night, eyeing you
The way you rise and stand above my window
So lonely, so brilliant, so glorious, so fiery
And…what in the world! You followed me
To London, in front of Big Ben,
Holding my grandson in my arms
Under a moonless night sky—trying to show
Him your view with my finger
(But my baby was more attentive to my earring.
He'd really like to visit you someday.)

Hey, why did you come nearer and nearer?
Reflecting on the past…
Named by my ancestors—a Planet of the Dead

Giving, ill-omened
Martians, wars, violence and bloodshed
Is that a dangerous distance for Earth?
Only 34.6 million miles away?
Oh, wait !
Even without your presence,
Your sister Earth has
Plenty of troubles.
Is this your travel adventure?
Orbiting 60,000 years for the closest pass to us
From "Homo Neanderthal" to bring regards?

Being eyeball to eyeball with you, Mars
Amusing—the way you dance with Moon
Or count the fire-fly planes that go quickly
Making a tangent to your orange body…
Well now…enough…you godsend.
Please, descend
Here on my porch
To drink together a glass of Merlot
Or take a trip on Casino Cruise
Gambling on a boat
Navigating in Mass Bay,
Or admiring the changing color of the trees in Maine woods…
More exciting than your icy craters
In your empty body—lifeless.
Perhaps, they are not icy tears!
Did you ever see a frozen lachrymation?
Yes. But in your sister's face…

As you do pull away from us,
Your view is shrinking every night.
Good Bye…Good Bye Uncle Mars,
Say "Hello" to our descendants
When you are so close to sister Earth
Again in 2287.

( 2003 )

Sorcery of Love

By Captain John F. Nicoll

Are there  any "Magic Moments" or are the ones involved, magical, sharing a moment.
We know not where this unprecedented feeling comes from, and so we choose not to relent,

This infinite Sorcery of Love, guided for good choices, and given a seemingly timeless review
Reawakens every day, with the morning sun, and bids us to feel it, once again, and anew.  

We'll never relent, or let lessen or wane, the force of this magic and all, that it will entail,
Though in time we lose pieces and parts of our lives, this Magic or Sorcery, it shall prevail.

We ...

By Captain John F. Nicoll

  Our different feelings, different goals and inner thoughts, that we  may so often guard,
What I know, and what you know, we advise each other, in the advancing engarde,

  Our vastly sordid Worlds & Lives, could not appear  different, if viewing from afar,
However, we are indeed, truly counterparts, as grains of sand, in that Desert Thar,

   Neither one of us can change, nor would we require of one another, the saddest task,
To change the lives of the other, although we may notion often, but we are void, of ask.

   Remain who you are, and I will remain and retain who I am, for episodes to come.
Knowing we are equally nurturing people, and quite heartfelt, of where, we are from.

Poem by Captain John Nicoll

12.12.2012 Journal

By Rozi Theohari

12.12.12—Wednesday morning.

(As an Albanian daughter – remembering 11.28.2012, Our celebrating the 100th anniversary of Albanian independence From Ottoman five centuries' occupation.
A special supplement of the NY Daily News. Thanks, America!)

12.12.12—a cold sun in my balcony- seasonably chilly (Boston 40/32) A high pressure ridge across New England.
12.12.12—The right thoughtful number of twelve:
the "twelves": year's 12 moons/months; 12 disciples; 12 tribes of Israel; the Christ's 12th month of birth; December 12, Our Lady of Guadalupe; Twelfth Day (Night) of Baptism; ancient Olympia had 12 gods in its Pantheon;
12 Imams of Shia Moslems; the number 12 appears in Hinduism, etc., and 12.12.12—A m a g i c d a y !
The last repeating-number date of the century!

12.12.12—Number "12" in Chinese symbolizes "love"
Thousands of weddings in Las Vegas,
On Wednesday, Dec. 12, at 12 o clock—in pink limousines To say "I do" at Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapels, By couples from America, Australia, England, the Netherlands and Sweden:
"The wedding event of the century"
("To make it easier for husbands to remember!")

—Boston newborn baby at 12:12 on 12.12.12 At Massachusetts General Hospital, Both Noelle Joy Klinker and mom Colleen, Like St. Mary and the child, pictured in the METRO.
12.12.12—In China, triplets were born!
12.12.12—In NYC Rockefeller Plaza—the girls Kathy and Holly Celebrated their 12th birthdays.
The same—triplets turning 12, today, in NYC From the NY Studio TODAY—12.12.12.
Jenna Bush, President Bush' s daughter,
Announced her first pregnancy!
(Her happy parents congratulated her via screen phones)

12.12.12—Concert in New York, in Madison Square Garden:
Bruce Springsteen, Paul McCartney,The Rolling Stones, Bon Jovi, Kanye West, Alicia Keys, etc., (listings at 121212.com) Perform a benefit for superstorm Sandy victims Watched by 2 billion people around the world.
12.12.12—Masses for World Peace
In Auckland—New Zealand.
12.12.12—Today, in Rome, Italy, at 12:00, Pope Benedict XVI delivers his first tweet, (His Tweeter account has more than half a million followers)

12.12.12—12 days before Christmas
Shopping, decorating, cooking…enthusiasm for parties… 12.12.12—Enter your holiday decorations To win a Macy's gift card!
(The marvelous tradition of Macys. com)

12.12.12—North Korea launches rocket—
Raising nuclear arms' stakes—Koreans in euphoria!
(The United States' reaction!)

12.12.12—President Obama said the US would recognize A coalition of Syrian opposition groups.
12.12.12—White House wins support for its plan To raise taxes on the wealthy.
12.12.12—"Forecasting Wall Street with a finger in the wind"
12.12.12—In Euro Zone, challenging London As the Continent's financial capital.

12.12.12—Daniel Day-Lewis' performance
Earned one of 13 nominations for "Lincoln," the film.
12.12.12—Yahoo rolled new versions of its popular Web e-mail 12.12.12—VMware revolutionized the data center with virtualization.
12.12.12—A number to remember: the world's sportiest
Best players will wear "12"

12.12.12—The last triple-digit date of the century:
12-12-12. Not until 3001! Another 989 years!
(How many chances at the World Series?)
12.12.12—"Have fun!...Twelve-Twelve-Twelve…"
—The speakers scream
From radio broadcasts of the planet…
(A small world!)
This year to be thankful for 2012 London Olympics, For elections, for dreams dreamed, for humanity… Never fear the December 2012 apocalypse… In the air, Pavaroti's "Ave Maria"
"Gratia plena"—"Santa Maria" of Johann Sebastian Bach
Never to die…

12.12.12—Today at 12:12 in the blue Boston sky Through sun shining rays—jet planes Lay down thick white puffy contrails Drawing twelve big "X's" on the Atlantic' s dome Crossing out 2012—a message Guiding Earth and its unrest to the Universe For peace, healing, happiness, prosperity, joy, truth, For glory of nature…for undying love of human for human…
AL-LE-LUI-A!...

Intimate Immensity

By The Reverend David Dodge

When you are little, things seem a lot bigger than when you are an adult. Whether it is a story or a sand dollar, filing back through the pages of memories, often produces taller tales and bigger treasures. Having spent my youth in Nahant, I have many memories of those days, so long ago.

One of my earliest recollections was of the abundant sea life that was scattered along Nahant's shores. A starfish, as big as a dinner plate, clinging to the rocks off Forty Steps, or the horse shoe crab, as big as a frying pan, crawling up and down Short Beach, leaving behind its prints in the sand.

East Point, long before the condominiums, was a fishing palace for any and all, who could cast a line. And, when the mackerel were running, the mackerel in a feeding frenzy, would drive the herring up on the rocky beach. Many families would harvest basketfuls of herring, as the mackerel chased them into the shallow waters. Pollock and haddock, bigger than I have ever seen, were caught in abundance. I remember my grandfather, pacing the beach with clam digger in hand, poking the sand for quahogs. They were so big, just one would suffice for a pot of chowder.

I bicycled to school along Dorothy Beach. I would always pass by a small, pond-like pool of water that made up a marsh, now part of the golf course. I don't know who started the childhood rumor, but everyone I knew who was my age, was convinced that the pond had a quicksand bottom.

There were days when the tide was high and raging, breaking the rock wall of Dorothy Beach. And me, cycling to school, high surf on my right and a bottomless pit on my left, wondering whether going to school was worth the adventure.

Across the street from where we lived was a big old fort, occupied by the army at the time. Much of the fort was abandoned, which beckoned to a child's exploration. High concrete bunkers, through which dark tunnels penetrated the ground, made me daydream of searching for ancient treasure, or nourishing me with a Disney-like imagination of whatever I could concoct, in my second grade mind.

Much poetry has been written about Nahant; poetry about flora and fauna, of history and the sea. To me, growing up in Nahant was poetry, a poetry of space and place. Every space, every place in Nahant, leaves one with a feeling of intimate immensity. Things were larger than life. Or were they? (02-2013)

Nahant’s Newest Author Juliette Guidara Pens “5.4% Beating the Odds of Pancreatic Cancer”

This book is a factual recount of how Juliette’s husband, Frank Guidara, was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer 11 days before their first wedding anniversary. He was "supposed" to die within a few weeks. Juliette writes about the initial anguish and heartache, as well as the arduous and adventurous journey to finding treatments to heal this horrible disease. Juliette writes, “Everything in the book is factual: all names, dates and events. I have poured my heart and soul into this project and hope you will find it interesting.”

You can have a copy mailed to you. or you can go to the Nahant Mall page to purchase her book through Amazon.