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Remember Me

To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return. 
To the angry, I was cheated. 
But to the happy, I am at peace.
And to the faithful, I have never left.

I cannot speak, but I can listen. 
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard. 
So as you stand upon a shore
gazing at a beautiful sea - Remember me.

As you look in awe at a mighty forest
and its grand majesty - Remember me.

As you look upon a flower and
admire its simplicity- Remember me.

Remember me in your heart: 

Your thoughts, and your memories,
of the times we loved, 
The times we cried,
The times we fought,
The times we laughed. 

For if you always think of me, I will never be gone.

Margaret Mead, (1901- 1978) was an American cultural anthropologist, author and speaker, who appeared frequently in the mass media during the 1960s and the 1970s. She was born in  Philadelphia but raised in nearby Doylestown. She earned her bachelor's degree at Barnard College and her MA and PhD degrees from Columbia University. She taught at a number of colleges and universities, including Vassar College and  New York University. In 1970 she was awarded the UNESCO Kalinga Prize for exceptional skill in presenting scientific ideas to lay people. In 1979, she was posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom.

Note: Although this poem is commonly attributed to Margaret Mead, There is no concrete evidence she authored it, and it's more likely, a poem with unknown origins that has been mistakenly associated with her name over time. In any case it is a beautiful poem which we are publishing on November 15, the anniversary of her passing away.

Stéphane Breitwieser is a French art thief and author, born in 1971. He has admitted to stealing more than 250 artworks while traveling around Europe between 1995 and 2001, from 172 museums and other exhibits. His collection of stolen art has been estimated to be more than $2 Billion Dollars. Breitwieser was arrested several times and did confess to most of his crimes. He did served relatively short sentences. His last trial was held in March, 2023 in Sarreguemines, France. He was found guilty and was sentenced to house arrest and is required to wear an ankle monitor.  Read more at Priceless Blog at Squarespace

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Great the season,
but thats isn't all,
for Halloween is coming.
Be afraid, you all.

No grave to day,
to dance upon,
so you may choose
to move along.

Come back tomorrow,
if you must dance,
for I am certain,
you'll have another chance.

I talk of pain.
I like it not.
It feels it will break,
but am afraid it's naught.

My body,
has turned away,
from my special journey.
I'm on my way.

Last night, I thought,
I was gone.
Perhaps, it's now?
Who can tell,

as my soul is gone
a highway, I know well,
a ancient road,
to Perdition, Hell.

Now!
When the pain,
within this shell,
becomes too much,
it's time to tell.

Saying words,
not good for me,
but good,
for their own necessity.

I am dying.
I feel it now.
I must fulfill,
my promised vow.

So, what are the odds?
We scurry through life,
in a race, just a blur, while wondering
about a direction, which we knew was absurd.

Are we alert to our happenings,
which in abandon
where they lay,
or would you rather move on,
and stay out of the way?

I've walked the,
dark and nasty trail,
in this so crazy life,
I cannot reveal,

what a mess to me,
to be where I'm not free.
Not to be a whining one,
for I see what I see.

When everyday objects,
begin to fall off the wall,
will that be enough,
will that be all,

or is it a prelude of,
what happens soon,
as we cover our fate,
with a perpetual gloom?

There may never be,
a chance like this,
where we seal it with a handshake
and a small,
sweet kiss.