Monthly Archives: January 2011

Bleeding the Colors of Life – Original Poem

It is indecision that paralyzes progress

Words are a blanket sheltering action from the frozen ice storm

Don’t blink for life will pass by

It is moments, instantaneous actions of the heart that will define generations

We are the keepers of the future of the hallowed museum of memories past and future

The walls speak volumes of mistakes made and promises forgotten
Learn from the education of our elders and the innocence of our children

Our time is sketched on the canvas of life bleeding the colors of wonder

It is the embrace we all fear; the leap into the abyss of possibility that will cultivate in the greatness of fortune and eternalize the meaning we all search desperately for

The answer to the one question that hides within us is resting, waiting for the great awakening


The Dawn – Original Poem

A maiden, high in the mountains above the clouds encompassing the power of wisdom and strength, sits on the snow cap tip pondering a life in reflection.

All she wants is something to believe in

A mother looking for comfort in the womb

A woman looking for the love to heat the flame dwindling in her heart

In one desperate moment, clarity is revealed.

In the mirror, the reflection of a little girl who lost her way, but in a moment of despondency, the path is found

She is defined by the clarity of life’s experience
In hardship, her pain is eased

Time is a partner in re-birth as a new chapter begins for the spirit within

Now the roar of the thunder eases and the bird lay to rest on the nestled fur of a new generation

The sun lowers itself to the evening grave and tomorrow a fresh sunrise and new wonder will once again smile on the maiden


Generation Y – Your Musical Salvation Has Arrived

Here it is, the rebirth of the 90′s music revolution. Perhaps in the century of musical awakening and lyrical passion not one of the best decades, but one froth with memorable jingles and acts that helped continue to make music the most critical element of our lives.

Take the time to remember the prom, college, the first job, first love, your wedding, your divorce, the birth of your child and all the other memories that made the 90′s your entrance into adulthood.

Take a step back in the time machine and enjoy this medley of the sounds of the 90′s.

Time Machine of Music – 1990′s Playlist


Mother’s Prayer – Original Poem

My belly is growing now
A life is cultivating

I am a mother; the guardian to the heartbeat soon to become my world
I am the shelter from the storm
The fire that lights the soul
The nutrition that fuels the growth

I feed for us
I sleep for us
I bathe for us, but together we dream

I can feel your skin as this fantasy becomes reality
Hold your hands in my thoughts as we build our castle in the clouds

My future belongs to you, my angel
You will begin life’s journey soon and by your side I will be

The stars will light your path to greatness

I am a mother and you are my son


Sometimes Sports Goes Much Deeper Than the Game – Mark Sanchez and Aiden Binkley – A Lifetime Bond

Article Provided by Associated Press (AP) – Written by: DENNIS WASZAK Jr.

Mark Sanchez(notes) knew his buddy, Aiden Binkley, for only a few weeks.

It felt more like a lifetime for the New York Jets quarterback, who is leading his team into the postseason with a heavy heart and fond memories of perhaps the bravest person he has ever met.

“My man, Aiden,” Sanchez said during a radio interview earlier this week. “It’s breaking my heart. Man, he’s so tough. He brought me so much inspiration.”

Binkley was an 11-year-old fan from Floral Park, N.Y., who died last week from a rare form of cancer. He was an avid Jets fan, and his dream was to meet his favorite player, Sanchez, and the rest of the team. The Jets granted his wish last month, throwing in a tour of the Jets’ facility.

“Just for you to know a little bit about him and understand that he’s terminally ill and the courage he showed, you’d never know he was going through anything,” coach Rex Ryan said Thursday. “I mean, he had a big smile on his face. He was just happy to be here. He’d talk to you and look you dead in the eye. He was awesome.

“I came walking out of there thinking, ‘Oh, my goodness.’ I mean, it’s just crazy how courageous he was.”

Binkley died from rhabdomayosarcoma last Thursday, a few weeks after meeting his idol.

“It’s hard to talk about him,” a choked-up Sanchez told 1050 ESPN Radio on Tuesday night—just hours after his friend was buried. “He meant the world to me. Just in the couple of weeks of knowing him, I saw his personality, I saw his competitive spirit, I saw him fighting every day. And I’m complaining about a shoulder? Are you kidding me? This guy’s 11 years old and has cancer eating at his body, and this kid’s fighting everyday, he’s smiling every time I talk to him.”

Binkley’s parents, Lisa and Michael, have an online journal at CaringBridge.org, and they kept family, friends—and Aiden’s own fans—updated on their son’s brave battle.

Last Thursday morning, Lisa Binkley posted a message that her son was “still fighting” and his heartbeat was still strong.

A few hours later, came numbing news:

“It is with absolute heartbreak that I write to you. Aiden is an angel now.”

After hearing of the young fan’s death, the Jets held a moment of silence before their regular-season finale against Buffalo.

“He was an inspiration to me,” Ryan said. “I guess you knew it was coming, but you just have so much respect for that young man.”

Sanchez still wears the green bracelet Binkley gave him on his left wrist, a constant reminder of the courageous guy who suddenly came into his life and was gone way too soon.

“He’s the best,” Sanchez said. “I love him.”

Their special bond was formed on Dec. 15, when Binkley came to the Jets’ facility and met a number of Jets players.

“The thing that was funny was how mature he was for being so young,” defensive end Mike DeVito(notes) said. “I guess when you go through a situation like that, it must force you to grow up quick. You could tell he was an articulate, smart kid.”

Whether it was Ryan, DeVito, Antonio Cromartie(notes) or Dustin Keller(notes), Binkley wasn’t intimidated.

“He wasn’t star-struck at all,” tight end Matthew Mulligan(notes) said. “You’d think as a little kid and you’re getting to meet all of these football players and the head football coach of the New York Jets, but he wasn’t.”

Then, it was time to meet Sanchez.

“You could see the look in his face,” DeVito said. “He was so happy to see football players, but then to see Sanchez, man, that extra, ‘Wow!’ It really was powerful stuff.”

Sanchez spent some extra time with Binkley, and the two got to know each other so well that the quarterback gave him his phone number and told him to text him whenever he wanted. Such as the time Sanchez was sitting at his locker before New York’s game at Pittsburgh on Dec. 19, going over the game plan.

“He’s texting me, asking about the weather,” Sanchez said. “He said, ‘Man, it looks cold out there in Pittsburgh. I’m glad I’m watching from home. Good luck.’ Little stuff like that really fires you up.”

A few hours later, Sanchez was walking off the field with a 22-17 victory and planning to send Binkley a game ball.

It didn’t end with texts, though. Sanchez used his free time to visit Binkley and his family at their home, sitting with him and talking about whatever came to mind. Of course, the conversations usually centered on the Jets.

“I mean, he has to get carried up the stairs at times because he’s so weak and all he wants to talk about is L.T. (LaDainian Tomlinson(notes)) and Darrelle Revis(notes) and Rex Ryan and me,” Sanchez said. “Oh, man, it kills you, just thinking about it. I love him to death.”

Sanchez never went to the media with the story, preferring to keep things between him and Binkley’s family, and still hasn’t addressed it other than during the radio interview. Now, Sanchez carries the memories of his inspirational young friend into the Jets’ first-round playoff game at Indianapolis on Saturday night.

“Mark has done an exceptional job of handling something that’s so traumatic,” Mulligan said. “For him to be able to come in here and do his job and not show one iota of being affected by it with how he works, it shows he’s a leader. Because I know he was really touched by Aiden’s short life.”

And, Sanchez is not alone. Binkley left a lasting impression on everyone he met at the team’s headquarters last month.

“That’s the kind of stuff that makes me truly believe that we’ve all got to treat every day like we’re dying,” DeVito said. “I mean, wow, it’s so easy to get caught up in everything and just go day by day and not take full advantage of everything you have. Meeting a kid like Aiden makes you love your wife better and love your kids better because you have to treat each day the way he did.”

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Hold On – Original Poem

Hold on, Hold on…

The pain is scorching intensity
The foundation of the soul rips through the pores of this lifeless body
Laying at rest
A mass of flesh now one with the Earth; a blackened memory

A journey of unimaginable darkness waits
Once sheltered, the soul flies alone

Hold on, Hold on…
A little longer
Your voice is mute, but prayers are heard
In the distance, the faintness of light comes and goes
Only a mirage of hope; a glimpse of eternal rest

Faster than the speed of light, in a rainbow of colors, the soul floats into a dimension undiscovered by mortal science

Slowing down, it sees the future
The eternal vision is love


Is it Real or Is It Memorex – Mystical Coincidences Arise Once Again (Cue the Twilight Zone Music)

Anne Francis passed away on Sunday after living a very robust 80 years on this earth.
Known for her portrayal of Altaira ‘Alta’ Morbius in the 1956 science fiction classic “Forbidden Planet” with Walter Pidgeon, made her a sassy and lovable heroine to so many geeks and movie fans alike.

Having fought a long extended battle with lung and pancreatic cancer, Anne Francis passed away on Sunday, January 2, 2011. This is not meant as a remembrance piece or obituary, but an interesting twist to her passing was the monthly scheduling of the Turner Classic Movie January film guide. On Sunday, January 2 at 6 PM EST, Turner Classic Movies (TCM) scheduled “Forbidden Planet” to air and on her final day on earth, one of her most memorable roles was aired for millions to see as her body laid to rest one last time.

Later that night…..

In one of my traditional deep sleeps. I mean so deep, I don’t even hear the songs playing on my blackberry throughout the night as I receive all my daily overnight spam. During my rest, I had a dream that I was almost hit walking across the street by an old classmate. One I had not spoken to in many years. Of course we are connected on Facebook like so many of our former high school and college class mates, but never formally spoke.

First the first time ever, he emailed me out of the blue. Just a few hours after her appeared in a dream, he was there in reality.

Whether you are spiritual or not, believe in mystic wonders or just fascinated by the wonders around us, it welcomes room for conversation.

Let us add this latest mystery to the previous whispers of coincidence (
http://recruiterpoet.wordpress.com/2010/10/08/cosmic-signs-when-coincidence-is-too-real-to-ignore/
) and one cannot ignore signs that are placed in our life path to open our minds to the mystery of pure wonder…


2010 in Review – Recruiterpoet Blog (What a year – Thank you Everyone)

We cannot say enough for the support and growth of the blog. As the year progressed, we were able to share amazing content around wellness, career planning, opportunities, branding, networking, poetry, inspiration, reflection and personal happiness.

Thank you for making this a phenomenal year and we are looking forward to so much more in 2011 including a new book, more interaction, growing subscriber base and expanded awareness.

Here are the results of 2010. As WordPress summed it up on their performance meter: Wow!

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

Featured image

About 3 million people visit the Taj Mahal every year. This blog was viewed about 35,000 times in 2010. If it were the Taj Mahal, it would take about 4 days for that many people to see it.

In 2010, there were 275 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 331 posts. There were 322 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 96mb. That’s about 6 pictures per week.

The busiest day of the year was April 5th with 492 views. The most popular post that day was Real Life Excerpts from Resumes…Believe it or Not.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were linkedin.com, google.com, twitter.com, facebook.com, and stvrly.wordpress.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for happiness, who invented the ipad, aon, ellis island, and aon logo.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1

Real Life Excerpts from Resumes…Believe it or Not November 2009
4 comments

2

Who Invented the IPad – Steve Jobs or Captain Jean-Luc Picard – Austin investigates…Either way, its cool! April 2010
5 comments

3

Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife – The Keys to Personal Happiness May 2010
3 comments and 1 Like on WordPress.com,

4

AON Buys Hewitt Associates for 4.9 Billion July 2010

5

The Top Ten Out of Office Replies – Use at your own risk! (We had to include the disclaimer) May 2010
3 comments


Winter Warmth – Original Poem

Winter is cold without the memories of you to keep me warm

The fire in your embrace; the sparkle on your face
You are the flame that warms my heart as the world is frozen in fear of loneliness

As boy and girl become one, love lifts our unification to the clouds

The liquid passion melts away the snow as I remember every word from you soft lips
As the remains of my angel in the snow, I lie upon your wings and look to the blue sky feeling the flakes coat my skin and soothe my aching flood of memories

Now the winter of discontent is replaced by the beauty of reflection

You have shielded me and brought comfort to my temple

I believe in tomorrow
Once again I extend my arms and envision the day we again become undivided and rekindle our eternal flame


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