Sharing with you as a friend

Here is where I am sharing as a friend: an experience, favorites, poetry, articles, books, quotes, technology, etc. Whatever I find interesting, fun or noteworthy.

This page has been alphabetized for your reading convenience (updated 6/2/2017).


  1. The best rose bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses.” – Henry van Dyke
  2. No position in life can be secure, and no achievement can be permanent unless built upon truth and justice.” – Napoleon Hill, The Law of Success
  3. If we don’t help each other, no one will.” — Fifth and Main


June 2011, I was asked to be a guest on The Sunic Journal hosted by Dr. Tom Sunic. I agreed because Dr. Sunic is someone I highly respect as a Political Scientist and his non-fiction books are well worth reading. It was fun being a guest on a radio talk-show. The airing of my first radio appearance was on July 5, 2011 via the Voice of Reason Broadcast Network.


A poem written in November 2011 from a dear friend of mine who is a contemporary poet:


You say there are no flowers in


But there is always a rose that resists,

     The hardest and nippiest of


And lives through deep snows of


Its pearly petals shine with brightness

             of the morning,

         and the evening star

And brings warmth into the home hearth,

        and trust into his heart,

Where pristine sun opens again the door

            of the temple,

  to pour out a starry stream

         of red roses over its

            golden steps.

                                  By Xenia Bakran-Sunic



(In honor of my beloved daughter)

It’s the dormant dragon fire

Smouldering beneath forgotten seas

And the layers of memories

Drowned deep in you and me.

It’s the hard rocky stone

Of the ancient me

Where silent shadows

Traverse the soul-stirring sea.

It’s the gleaming moonlight

Upon the windless surface of the sea,

Mirror shining phantoms unfathomed;

Mellifluent Echoes-of the distant you and me.

By Xenia Bakran-Sunic

Poem from Xenia’s poetry book The Old Life is Dead….L’Ancienne vie est morte, Published 2008. Thank you Xenia for your permission to share this poem here.


This poem is one of my favorite holiday season poems from a classic poet:

A Winter Night

When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro’ the leafless bow’r;
When Phœbus gies a short-liv’d glow’r,
Far south the lift,
Dim-dark’ning thro’ the flaky show’r,
Or whirling drift:

Ae night the storm the steeples rocked,
Poor Labour sweet in sleep was locked,
While burns, wi’ snawy wreeths upchoked,
Wild-eddying swirl,
Or thro’ the mining outlet bocked,
Down headlong hurl.

List’ning, the doors an’ winnocks rattle,
I thought me on the ourie cattle,
Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle
O’ winter war,
And thro’ the drift, deep-lairing, sprattle,
Beneath a scar.

Ilk happing bird, wee, helpless thing!
That, in the merry months o’ spring,
Delighted me to hear thee sing,
What comes o’ thee?
Whare wilt thou cow’r thy chittering wing
An’ close thy e’e?

Ev’n you on murd’ring errands toil’d,
Lone from your savage homes exil’d,
The blood-stain’d roost, and sheep-cote spoil’d
My heart forgets,
While pityless the tempest wild
Sore on you beats.

By Robert Burns (1759 – 1796)


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