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LOVE WISH [Video has Subtitles in English]
Click the "Captions Icon" to "ON" at the bottom of the video, if not already playing. 25 January 2015, My YouTube Channel, Stanley Pacion, counts 248,000 + Hits, Single Page Visits SUBSCRIBE, Please. Full Text WORDS HERE (Show More) ~~ Click the "Captions Icon" to "ON" at the bottom of the video, if not already playing. 25 January 2015, My YouTube Channel,, Stanley Pacion, counts 248,000 + Hits, Single Page Visits SUBSCRIBE, Please. Full Text WORDS HERE (Show More) http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2015/02/love-wish.html https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7O2ldI0Km8Al ~~ Or ~ http://www.stanleypacion.com ~~ https://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~~ ~~ India EveryDay: http://83.170.91.156/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss=l LOVE WISH* I see the light coming out from your eyes. What sacred wonder illuminates your face? Wish I had the time and nothing else to do, But while away the hours adoring you. I am Stanley Pacion. That was a poem called, LOVE WISH. GOOD EVENING, YouTube. *A original love poem which I modelled after a verse by Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī, also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, and more popularly in the English-speaking world simply as Rumi. He was a 13th-century Persian poet.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 14 February 2015
MOST EXCELLNET WOMAN [Video has Closed Captions in English].]
Click the "Captions Icon" to "ON" at the bottom of the video, if not already playing. 25 January 2015, My YouTube Channel, Stanley Pacion, counts 248,000 + Hits, Single Page Visits SUBSCRIBE, Please. Full Text WORDS HERE (Show More) ~~ Click the "Captions Icon" to "ON" at the bottom of the video, if not already playing. 25 January 2015, My YouTube Channel,, Stanley Pacion, counts 248,000 + Hits, Single Page Visits SUBSCRIBE, Please. Full Text WORDS HERE (Show More) http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2015/02/most-excellent-of-women.html https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7O2ldI0Km8Al ~~ Or ~ http://www.stanleypacion.com ~~ https://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~~ ~~ India EveryDay: http://83.170.91.156/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss=l MOST EXCELLENT OF WOMEN She was a Lady who never choose to quit me. I can not count one bad word, Not so much as a moment of ill humor between us. At the stroke of the hour marking the time Precisely two years after we had been married, She gave me the birth to a son, Whose good name was the same as my own. The baby survived his mother, And he became my sole devotion. I nursed him insistantly, never leaving his side. In the whole-wide-world no ayah could ever be found: No one matched the ministry of me, this boy's father. Praise God, Your Will not ours be done. Within the month of my child's arrival a bad fever killed him. Mericifull Almighty! Thank you for the joy and the glory of your bounty, For everything You have brought me each day. She was a lady who never choose to quit me. I can not count one bad word, Not so much as a moment of ill humor between us.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 10 February 2015
REPENTANCE [Video Has Closed Captions in English]
Click the "Captions Icon" to "ON" at the bottom of the video, if not already playing. 25 January 2015, My YouTube Channel, Stanley Pacion, counts 246,000 + Hits, Single Page Visits SUBSCRIBE, Please. Full Text WORDS HERE (Show More) http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2015/01/repentance-darling-oh-my-darling-what.html ~~ Or ~ http://www.stanleypacion.com ~~ https://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~~ India EveryDay: http://83.170.91.156/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss= REPENTENCE Darling! Oh, my Darling, What an awful thing I have done. I have overslept; made you wait. Pray. What now my punishment?

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 28 January 2015
Pune, India, 2012, January 10, Vegetable Market
Pune, India, 2012, January 10, Vegetable Market

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 14 February 2015
Pune, India, Market Scene January 2012
As has often been said, India is a land of considerable color and diversity. But coupled to these phenomena is its entrepenurial spirit. Take this video of a market scene in downtown Pune, India, and let your mind and eyes feast on myriad experiences as store after store, shop after shop offers a glimpse of its wares, people, and setting.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 26 January 2015
ONSLAUGHT [Video has English Subtitles]
Click the "Captions Icon" to "ON" at the bottom of the video, if not already playing. 21 January 2015, My YouTube Channel, Stanley Pacion, counts 246,000 + Hits, Single Page Visits SUBSCRIBE, Please. Full Text WORDS HERE (Show More) http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2015/01/onslaught-too-much-history-decade-after.html ~~ Or ~ http://www.stanleypacion.com ~~ https://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~~ India EveryDay: http://83.170.91.156/video/u/StanleyP... ONSLAUGHT Too much history, Decade after decade, year after year, With me subject to the merciless attack of the clock. Last night and into the dawn, wide-awake, Sleepless, watching the walls record the extending bright, Feeling that I have begun to crack all over, like an antique jar. Then at noon at last a nap, I arise again as the magnified voice of a late-day Call to prayer increasingly pours over the open window sill And fills the room. “We all owe death a life.”

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 21 January 2015
TRAVELER [Video HasClosed Captioning]
As of this date, 9 April, 2014, MY CHANNEL has 226,000 + Single Page Visits SUBSCRIBE, Please. Full Text WORDS HERE (Show More) http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2013/06/yet-another-love-poem.html ~~ Or ~ http://www.stanleypacion.com ~~ https://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~~ India EveryDay: http://83.170.91.156/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss=tru TRAVELER I have a happy heart. Yes, indeed! I smack my lips at the prospect of life! I've said it! Knock me out, Or knock me down! Otherwise I would like to float around, Flying in the sun. All I ever wanted, All I ever wanted was to fly in the sun! Yet, though not to forget, Nothing quite matches The overall sensation of a hard tropical rain. O' me, I just want to have some fun. I love being a man about town, Chauffeured all over. Here and there, Like some impossibly fortunate traveler, Who, whatever the turn in the highway, Always sees great expectations, Blessed with the wisdom, which says, That within this moment rests all delight. How lucky I feel inside! I am just that type of guy, O' me, yes, why indeed, I just want to have some fun!

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 03 January 2015
New York City Subway Musician West African Kora
Kora: The Kora is a 21 string bridge harp that is situated on a calabash gourd. Why I had the camera view on the horiontal is beyond me. But the music is great, hey. Again, any help on the artists name and further infromation greatly appreciated.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 15 January 2015
WELL! WEL!, WELL! rewrite [Video has closed Captions]
**NEED SUBSCRIPTIONS, Thanks** WORDS & LINKS HERE: From a collection of his writings called A BIG BOOK OF HIS OWN Stanly Pacion recites a poem of bitterness and awful heart ache. http://stanley.pacion.googlepages.com/homepage contains words/text for all poems, plus other images and poems. "When a child I played, entertained myself with crystal sets, later I became a ham radio operator. The fact that I now have an audience of several thousands and growing, that this audience has become increasingly world-wide, and that it hears and sees me while I read my lyric and prose is nothing short of astounding. I love my YouTube!" For this poem .......... Original BLOG LISTING 15 October 2008 http://stanleypacion.blogspot.com/search?q=WELL%2C+WELL%2C%2CWELL%21+Rewrite Or Use BLOG SEARCH (upper left corner) to Locate: WELL, WELL, WELL! Rewrite It won't be long now, Our love, how it plays its final story, Like all else in worlds glory, Soon end and be no more. Perhaps we never meet again. We learn the awful ache, What separation means, When time runs out and we see Its too late to mend a heart That has been rendered, torn apart. Right now I feel its true, We will never meet again, while Yet we remain this side of heaven, while Still we abide earths shore of the river. Strange, yeah, our fragile hope That you stop it with your forked tongue, Abandon your bad habit, and proclaim, Admit it; you broke the deal, And, as for me, you know the story, Surrender, otherwise, forget it, Just say to all, to one and all, I am gone, youve done me wrong. I swear, I dont care, I dont care. I am gone. Gone, Gone, Gone, I am through with you in my face. The hurt is real bad. You hardly ever told the truth Employed every kind of subterfuge, Remember the time when I implored you, Asked, time and time, again, A simple request I wanted a few months itinerary, You pretended not to know the meaning, You pretended not to know The meaning of the common English word, And when you finally succumbed, Sent me your plans, Not a word of it proved true, Awful, actually very sad, After all the time we had spent together, Face it! Your miserable fate, lousy life, All of it predicated upon treachery. All of it amounts to a pack of lies. Ive had it! Im really gone! Moved on, Because you done me wrong! I have a poem here that I call WELL! WELL! WELL! This version is a rewrite. Let me just begin it. WELL, WELL, WELL! It won't be long now, Our love, how it plays its final story, Like all else in worlds glory, Soon end and be no more. Perhaps we never meet again. We learn the awful ache, What separation means, When time runs out and we see Its too late to mend a heart That has been rendered, split apart. Right now I feel its true, We will never meet again, while Yet we remain this side of heaven, while Still we abide earth,s shore of the river. Strange, yeah, our fragile hope That you stop it with your forked tongue, Abandon your bad habit, and proclaim, Admit it; you broke the deal, And, as for me, you know the story, Surrender, otherwise, forget it, Just say to all, to one and all, I am gone, youve done me wrong. I swear, I dont care, I dont care. I am gone. Gone, Gone, Gone, I am through with you in my face. The hurt is real bad. You hardly ever told the truth Employed every kind of subterfuge And omission. Remember the time when I implored you, Asked, time and time, again, A simple request I wanted a few months itinerary, You pretended not to know the meaning, You pretended not to know The meaning of the common English word, And when you finally succumbed, Sent me your plans, Not a word of it proved true, Awful, actually very sad, After all the time we had spent together, Face it! Your miserable fate, lousy life, All of it predicated upon treachery. All of it amounts to a pack of lies. Ive had it! Im really gone! Moved on, Because you done me wrong! That was a poem entitiled WELL! WELL! WELL! That was a rewrite of a previous version. I am Stanley Pacion. GOOD EVENING

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 31 December 2014
Early Evening at Varthur Kodi Gate, Bangalore, India
What is it like? Why it is like have all of life being thrown at you at once. How would I describe it? Vibrant, exciting, silmutaneous scenes and sounds one right after the other and many overlapping the other, all of India, all happening with super rapidity..

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 26 December 2014
Don Giovanni's Rooftop Resaurant Pondicherry, India


By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 24 December 2014
FIRE IN THE BRAIN, video edited. [With Closed Cationing]
As of this date, June 26, 2013, MY CHANNEL has 207,000 + Single Page Visits Full Text WORDS HERE (Show More) http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2013/06/fire-in-brain_26.html ~~ Or ~ http://www.stanleypacion.com ~~ https://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~~ India EveryDay: http://83.170.91.156/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss=tru FIRE IN THE BRAIN Children watch me run through the streets, And wonder, what is it all about, my hurrying. My eyes push forward, Cause me to squint. Then all at once I break into a smile. And night after night in steady flow Ideas collect, press fierce, Hard against my brow. The pressure makes for heat; There is fire in the brain. I hear words march with noise Akin to soldiers' boots slapping on pavement. I see your gaze upon me. The beauty of your large brown eyes Engulfs my neural circuitry. Oh I smell wheat grass! It's being blended with fresh strawberries and oranges. I love the juices' heady odor, When ever I breathe it in -- I am reminded of you. We looked out the window. We sat upon stools at a Formica bar, A long, plate-glass window provided unobstructed view, And we people watched the intersection, Corners at avenue and street, the sidewalk before us, They became our theater, and we agreed; It was pleasant evening's entertainment. Pressed, cardboard cartons contained our suppers. We ate our meals with plastic forks and knives; The napkins were brown, recycled paper. Believe me, no irony intended. Honest! Every memory, every instant My being with you, every occasion was lovely! I shall die a happy man. Die a happy man? Here's my defense. However I may wonder, Whether ultimately I write fact or fiction. Do I possess truth or fall to illusion? I know that those two forces bind me, As is the case with Siamese Twins, Who are born to share common cerebrum. In a language plain, common to us all, Here I stand and bear witness, Though that I am mere flesh and born to perish, Spirit informs me and grants me friends, Friends who are awaiting worship, And friends of friends who celebrate the light, A priesthood of all believers who patiently gather Filling the rows of benches in the meeting hall. And one by one this church affirms a new covenant -- God is love and death has no power, The kingdom lives within us, our souls eternal.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 12 July 2014
SWEDISH INTERMENT, edited [Video has English Subtitles]
WORDS hHERE (Show More) -- Or -- http://www.stanleypacion.com/home.html/ ~ Or ~ http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2014/06/swedish-interment-llinois-enchntment.html http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2012/06/swedish-interment-illinois-enchantment.html http://www.indiaeveryday.in/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm? ss=true Older Version http:// /stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2012/06/swedish-interment-illinois-enchantment.html SWEDISH INTERMENT, Illinois Enchantment You know it's all bullshit, honey, This talk of visionary moment and prophetic feat, No more than ploy, Another way me getting into your pants. Yet loving you no quick turn of verse, I consider it a serious task, and put in a dedicated effort. At prognostication I am gifted. I have always been able to see around corners. On our first night, the first night we had slept together, You may recall, I told you that I saw our future, I knew what was going to happen. Allow me this declaration. Once you actually experience, Live an event which I prefigure, You recognize about it uncanny familiarity, Déjà vu, you feel the situation, As if it were previously known, Or may have been already played. The notion strikes you That you have been here once before That current moment eerily reflects prior encounter. This power strikes deep. It causes tremble, And it bestows pleasant excitement; It makes life expectant. With me you will learn to swoon and shudder. You will know warm and be hot all over, Yet others freeze in midwinter. I told you that your grandfather has spoken to me. His voice emerged from a dream, Though the setting was familiar, my own bedroom, The light came from afar, Suffusing the space and me within it, I dwelled in delicious, excellent hues of yellow and blue. He announced, said that I am the man of the house, And he then assured me, (He spoke with unmistakable clarity) That happiness the product of our life together. I have another secret; I want to share it with you. I envision major experience, Not unlike Leda's when she learned; It was a god who had entered her. You should know that from you will issue -- Yes, marvelous to relate! -- Being supreme, a mortal whose Life and renown, belongs to that golden, Regal realm, where Homer rules king. I slip, revealing more than I intend. I knew it. I knew it early on in life, Years before your birth, Within truck farm fields, Along the rows of cabbage and corn, My love for you was growing strong, I had sight then, ears to catch the sounds, And nose to whiff out the dreams, Conferred on me, oracular, from on high. I stepped out from the Hitching Post Diner. I saw you! It was you. On the packed-mud, bridal path, just ahead, By a yard or two, you were down the trail, Your form preceded me, walking apace. This last August, eleventh, Before we had begun to date, Between bed sheets wet from too much sweat, Your heat wakened me. I knew the smell of you! From the threads of woven cotton. They were your odors bursting up my nostrils While I in my bed that lonely summer's night. I had instantly recognized those fragrances, Once I slept with you, Once your presence entered my pores. And now, again, the moment, it commands, It plays out on the keyboard in front of me. I realize that before I had met you, I recognize that I had heard it, your name! I heard your name, It came to me from earlier time, at a time, prior, Yes, actually previous to your birth! I assure you, although I was not yet an adolescent, As a child, no more than ten or eleven years old, I had witnessed destiny from landscape in Illinois. The refocusing veils of shimmer, aurora borealis, The phantasmagoric curtains of shifting color, Which at once so utterly present, then, in a feint, As if by trick of hand, gone, Held me captive; I had fallen to trance, bewitched, And in the midst of this awesome, display, From the far North, your name, I heard it. I heard! I heard your name; it was pronounced, While the green and red flames of light crackled Along the vault of the universe. I possessed it. I learned your name from a storm in the heavens. And that very self-same night, I was no more than ten or eleven years old, From the backyard lawn of my childhood home, Facing north and up into nighttime colors, I looked, and I now know that, I had glimpse into the future. I had witnessed destiny from landscape in Illinois. I saw oak trees growing outside an iron fence, And there, above a low earthen mound, a cemetery marker, My name, it was struck upon a gravestone. I knew it. I knew the certainty; The scene, the ground I saw was in Sweden. The green and red flames crackled your name. I learned your name from a storm in the heavens. I was a child, no more than ten or eleven years old, I stood upon the lawn at home, entranced, captive, Gazing up into the aurora borealis, bewitched, I ascertained a Swedish interment.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 18 June 2014
Howto Find A Top-Rated Dentist in NYC
Forgive the garbled beginning of the audio..I did this video hoping to make it short and snappy. But the recommendation here is a stong one and without qualification The name of the office is Centre Dental, http://www.drshi.com/ 139 Centre St Ste 306 -- 3rd floor in a great modern building New York, NY 10013 b/t Walker St & White St in Chinatown Phone (888) 842-7558 (212) 925-7066

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 04 June 2014
Beach Scene North of Colombo, Sri Lanka, 2012
Simply a moment in time -- how flleeting the instant when one compares them to the seeming permance and eternal motion of the sea.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 14 September 2014

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