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this famous woman wrote this at age 10
When I go down by the sandy shore
I can think of nothing I want more Than to live by the booming blue sea As the seagulls flutter round about me I can run about when the tide is out With the wind and the sand and the sea all about And the seagulls are swirling and diving for fish. Oh – to live by the sea is my only wish. and her name was- guess who? Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy... http://www.jfklibrary.org/Historical...+1961-1963.htm |
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reminder
the cut is deeper
a mortal wound the blood runs fresher pain comes soon the blade is sharper it has more sting time does not comfort truth has no ring the night is darker sleep does not mend the scar forever from the hand of a friend. LM Hart © 2008 |
my memory of this poem -
when my son was in 1st grade he had to memorize this poem
and recite it -he loved poetry -he writes extremely well - I am saddened he has no t spoken to me for almost 2 years... here is the poem Ryan read to me Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina Rossetti Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you. But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I. But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by. |
This one was inspired by a missionary I know who went through some really difficult stuff and now stands strong........I did not put the title because it has his name in it........
Did we not share in the vision Of our Savior? Do we not know How He cares? Were we not touched By His effulgent Love, And carried As on the wings of a dove? Gentle strength to help us bear This journey's fare. When, in hope, His Joy Explodes in effervescence Infusing our Souls, Changing our hearts. And turns our face To Him behold Our life in Him, We are made whole! I haven't shared this with anyone except the young missionary that I was inspired to write it for.......... |
....someone who loves the ocean
Barefoot In The Sand
Crashing waves, Rolling wonders Spray uplifts - dapples Blue sky palette, No words - a place of strength! Fluttering wings, Sunlight filters Through orange mosaics - Beauty dancing, Takes my breath away, Leaves me transported, No words - a place of wonder! Sand encases, caresses, Connects heart, body, and Soul Balanced, soothed - Connections: past, present, future. No words - a place of peace! Loosened! Freed! - The child in me. Creation, Created, Creator Connections - Run free! No words - a place of joy! Blowing wind, Off the ocean, Cleanses the Soul, Refreshes the Mind, No words - a place of renewal! I am barefoot In the Sand! :) :hug: :grouphug: |
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...as I promised....for you (((Ctena)))...I wrote this on Easter morning 2 years ago....I like to think about it as I walk through the winters of my life....spring will come!!!
Easter's Price For Me The storm is past, A new Era dawns. Show me your way, Each and every day. You are my anchor, And my mast, Guiding me With the wind of Your Spirit- filling my sails. My love for you in joy overflows! Let me not forget, Nor tarry long As I journey through The whole night's song. Within, my heart is filled, No longer jailed By life's worldly gales. You took them On Calvary's Hill, And in the Garden of Gethsemane! I haven't learned how to put up my pictures yet, or I would put one here for you. I love photography as well. My good camera is not working.....:hug: |
dear one!
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mistiis
(((hugstoyou)))
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My Take -BMW-
Feel it approaching , prepare for battle to engage As it squeezes tight my space with a pressure change. My whole body aches from the invisible force. I must face the Beast NOW there is no changing the course. I lay still as stones not daring it to strike . Then it lashes me anyways the pain level spikes. It tears at my face electrical claws shred I hear myself breathing and it hurts bad in my head. Throbbing with each breath, beating so loud Facing the beast inside a thick war cloud. One on one in the fog just it and me. I have been here yes I know the admission fee. The alone isolation I am a fly trapped in a jar Try to keep going ,the barrier wont let me get far. I have to carry it with me, wear it like lotion . Fight the urge to think the attack is even a commotion . Realize hell is nothing more then a sensation. In battle, facing the demon there is no imitation . And I shake for no reason , I just shake shake shake Its present is permanent I must take take take. |
Such intensity..I almost can feel it. :hug:
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....for my struggling friend
....sometimes this is the only way I can express what I am feeling. I hope it helps, and will touch your heart as you have touched mine.
WHEN ALL DOORS SLAM To find a way, I reach and try, Seems I hold no sway. Uncaring world, It all seems black, I'm caught up in the swirl. Can't control, Events around me Fear lurks at every door. Slam them shut! I will not see, What's pent up, Inside of me! Sick and lonely, No one there. Can they hear? Do they care? Isolated... Dark and bent, I truly am All spent! On my knees, In desperation, How to live or die? Prayer is there! I know we share, The love His children bear. They're spent and lonely, Sick and dying, Only need, Someone to share. A helping hand, A friend to care, Magic happens there! My mind is lifted! Smiles are gifted! My heart is shifted! A friend is mended! MY PRAYER FOR YOU I can not find The path before me, People everywhere. I want to run, I want to hide, Pull it all inside. Help me Lord, To give the love That you prescribe. Give me strength, To fight this battle, Angels to light my way. Lift my feet...be my hands... So I can find a way! .......someone who's struggled, and cares...:hug: |
Alffe Mom asked if I would post this up here instead of the wonder thread and I am changing the line "poetry slam" to - life. :)
“Chain saw” -BMW '08- The thought caught me Stung me boring Tearing like a chain saw Bleeding a purpose Spilling drops of stubborn persistence I gather my strength And proceeded Like a chain saw Buzzing ,smoking Cutting threw Life Like A chain saw. |
I love this! Thank you BMW...
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my philosophy of life -wisdom in the quotes
by William H. Channing
To live content with small means; To seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; To be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich, To study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; To listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; To bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony. |
It Hurts
It Hurts
It hurts because, You were a special friend, It hurts because, Your life has come to an end. It hurts because, It was never meant to be, It hurts because, You always meant so much to me. It hurts because, I could always feel your pain, It hurts because, I know I'll never see you again. It hurts because, I knew what you were going through, It hurts because, I couldn't reach out and comfort you. It hurts because, I couldn't help you find the way, It hurts because, I couldn't find the right words to say. It hurts because, You really touched my heart, It hurts because, It has now been torn apart. It hurts because, We can't share secrets anymore, It hurts because, It won't be like it was before. It hurts because, You were too young to die, It hurts because, I never got the chance to say goodbye... {©2008 Jan B.} :hug: ~Jaime~ __________________ |
My pal "Jaime_S " did that poem Alffe mom. She is a pretty good writer and she draws/paints really fine too. Yesterday was her birthday .
It is nice to see her work up here :cool: PEACE BMW |
I'll Never Understand
When I found you crying, I didn't know what to do, I held you close, And tried so hard to comfort you. But it wasn't enough, I could never take away your pain, Erase the past, Or convince you to try again. If only I had been there, If I had known right from the start, Maybe I could have helped, But could I have prevented a broken heart? You've changed so much, Nothing would ever be the same, It tore me apart, To see you taking all the blame. Your dreams were shattered, And your spirit had been broken too, More than you could take, But I didn't know what you would do. So I was unprepared, For the shock that awaited me, I didn't understand, When you said you would soon be free. I found you that morning, Lying so peacefully on your bed, I had this strange feeling, I knew inside that you were dead. I wanted to touch you, But this inner fear kept me away, I wept so hard, For the dear friend I lost that day. A bottle of pills, Took away your life and your pain. But it hurt so much, Knowing I would never see you again. Just why you gave in, I'll never really understand, Why didn't you fight, Why didn't you reach out for my hand? I wanted to help, I wanted to be more than just a friend, But it's too late now, And it's so hard to believe it's the end. I will never forget you, You will be forever in my heart, A sad and fragile soul, A beautiful life that has been torn apart.... {©2004 Jan B.} :hug: __________________ http://neurotalk.psychcentral.com/im...ine=1219105061 |
thank you wren and thank you mistiis for reminding us
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Mind Of Confusion
A mind of confusion, You just can't seem to think straight, You try to sort it out, But wonder if it's all too late. A maze of thoughts, Conflicting inside your head, It's so overwhelming, This horrible feeling you always dread. Nothing makes sense, You feel you're spinning out of control, It's so humiliating, As it destroys your confidence and your soul. A kind of torture, Nothing but a constant intense pain, Dragging you down, Making you feel like you're going insane. It's so hard to focus, Some days you struggle to break free, Find some direction, And be the person you want to be... {©2006 Jan B.} :hug: ~Jaime~ |
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Soon
Soon will come the day when I will have missed you longer than I knew you..
and then where will I be? What will I know? What will it mean? Soon will be the day that I will have to say I have been a widow longer than I was a wife... And then who will I be? Soon will be the day... but not tomorrow. Tomorrow only draws soon nearer... Soon will come soon enough. Tomorrow will come too soon. LMH To Wes, for our 29th anniversary...12/21/08 |
Ohh ((ducky)) :hug::hug:
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Winter's Roads
by Ron Carnell I cannot speak for all who stem 'Long roads less traveled as their way, Nor question choices made by them In days long past or nights long dim by words they spoke and did not say. Each road is long, though short it seems, And credence gives each road a name Of fantasies sun-drenched in beams Or choices turned to darkened dreams, To where each road wends just the same. From North to South, then back again, I followed birds like all the rest Escaping nature's snowy den On roads I've seen and places been, Forsaking roads that traveled West. This journey grows now to its end, As road reflections lined in chrome Give way to roads with greater bend And empty signs that still pretend They point the way to home sweet home. But all roads lead to where we go And where we go is where we've been, So home is just a word we know, That space in time most apropos For where we want to be again. For even home, it seems to me, Is still a choice we all must face From day to day and endlessly, To choose if home is going to be Another road - or just a place. |
Happy Birthday Louis Carroll
The Crocodile
by Lewis Carroll How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in, With gently smiling jaws |
Uncle Jim
by Peter Meinke What the children remember about Uncle Jim is that on the train to Reno to get divorced so he could marry again he met another woman and woke up in California. It took him seven years to untangle that dream but a man who could sing like Uncle Jim was bound to get in scrapes now and then: he expected it and we expected it. Mother said, It's because he was the middle child, and Father said, Yeah, where there's trouble Jim's in the middle. When he lost his voice he lost all of it to the surgeon's knife and refused the voice box they wanted to insert. In fact he refused almost everything. Look, they said, it's up to you. How many years do you want to live? and Uncle Jim held up one finger. The middle one. |
silence
when words would be better words when no safe ones exist emotions when all is begging for calm calm when intensity is needed will it always be this faceted stacked and balanced off balance as oblique angles of opposites fight for relevance in a perfect world, only safe words would be said calmness would bring respite emotions would morph into true feelings and intensity would spark a revival but until then words will come out stumbling never knowing for sure if they helped or caused pain and the ratio of intensity to calmnes will never be exactly right. |
Eldorado~~~
ELDORADO
by: Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old— This knight so bold— And o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow— "Shadow," said he, "Where can it be— This land of Eldorado?" "Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride," The shade replied, "If you seek for Eldorado!" |
'Tis the Set of the Sail by poetess -Ella Wheeler Wilcox
'Tis the Set of the Sail -- or -- One Ship Sails East
Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1916 But to every mind there openeth, A way, and way, and away, A high soul climbs the highway, And the low soul gropes the low, And in between on the misty flats, The rest drift to and fro. But to every man there openeth, A high way and a low, And every mind decideth, The way his soul shall go. One ship sails East, And another West, By the self-same winds that blow, 'Tis the set of the sails And not the gales, That tells the way we go. Like the winds of the sea Are the waves of time, As we journey along through life, 'Tis the set of the soul, That determines the goal, And not the calm or the strife. |
"Cry" - James Blunt
I have seen peace. I have seen pain, Resting on the shoulders of your name. Do you see the truth through all their lies? Do you see the world through troubled eyes? And if you want to talk about it anymore, Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder, I'm a friend. I have seen birth. I have seen death. Lived to see a lover's final breath. Do you see my guilt? Should I feel a fright? Is the fire of hesitation burning bright? And if you want to talk about it once again, On you I depend. I'll cry on your shoulder. You're a friend. You and I have lived through many things. I'll hold on to your heart. I wouldn't cry for anything, But don't go tearing your life apart. I have seen fear. I have seen faith. Seen the look of anger on your face. And if you want to talk about what will be, Come and sit with me, and cry on my shoulder, I'm a friend. And if you want to talk about it anymore, Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder, Once again. Cry on my shoulder, I'm a friend. I so want to cry right now.... :( |
Little Cloud
Little Cloud
© 1999 Mike Bosson When we look at a cloud, we look at it and call it a cloud, but we know it is composed of other things. Today it is a cloud, but yesterday it was part of the ocean and tomorrow it will be rain, we know this and don't struggle with it. We don't hold one stage as being more important than the other, the ocean is beautiful, clouds are beautiful, rain is beautiful. When the cloud becomes rain we don't say that the cloud has died and lament its passing, but it has died if we want to say that the cloud no longer exists in its previous form. But we feel comforted because we know that rain is essential to life on earth and embrace the change, the cloud in its new form. It is only ego that holds that we are more important than the cloud and makes us cling so dearly to our present form. From all I have observed in nature and from within my soul, I cannot believe that anything that exists after death can be anything but wonderful. |
Afternoon on a hiill
Edna St. Vincent Millay -
Afternoon On A Hill I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. And when lights begin to show Up from the town, I will mark which must be mine, And then start down! |
A Father's Pain
A Father’s Pain
by Larry Smith My father ignored his pain, rode it out without complaint— high threshold they call it now. He worked as a brakeman in snow and rain. Once he pulled his own back tooth, held the pain in his side one time till it burst his appendix, then lay in a hospital bed for days. He wasn’t hard on us kids, never struck us, took us to doctors and dentists when needed. He used to sing in the car bought us root beers along the road. He loved us with his deeds. The day he died, he played golf in the morning, came home, muffling the pain in his arm, went upstairs and lay down. |
Honey, Can You Hear Me
by James Tate Alison stared into the mirror and combed her hair. How beautiful she was! "I look awful," she said. I bent down and tied my shoe and hit my head on the coffee table on the way up. "Ouch," I said. "What did you say, honey?" she said. "I said we ought to buy a new couch," I said. "I thought we just bought one," she said. "We could buy another one so we'd have a backup in case anything happens to this one," I said. She didn't answer me, but continued to brush her hair. I stared down at my shoes and said, "Something is so wrong there." "What did you say, honey?" she said. I said, "It will be wonderful to be there tonight." "Where's that, honey?" she said. "Wherever it is that we're going," I said. "We're not going anywhere," she said. "I meant here. It will be wonderful to be here tonight," I said. "A little romantic night at home," she said. What did she mean by "nomadic"? A little nomadic night at home. There were times when I worried about Alison. She hovered right on the borderline, about to cross over into her own private realm, where nothing she sees or hears corresponds to anything in the known world. I live with this fear daily. My shoes are on the wrong feet, or so it seems to me now |
Simple Drops of Grace
In my fondest vision, I see you
dancing with incredible dexterity and boundless elation. leaping from cloud to cloud. lighting flaming torches to keep the darkness away from others and hurling moonbeam spears somewhere beyond forever. I see you shining now in an ecstasy of perfection and blending perfectly with the glory of unlimited love. You have resumed your dance with the power of creation and all the right moves are coming back. And when play is over, passion stilled for just a moment. I see you peering over the precipice of heaven, looking down to where we're rooted, awash in grief, and breathing compassion and blessed assurance that falls into our hearts like simple drops of grace. author..Harold Hopkins |
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