Easter's Sun
 

EASTER'S SUN

My heart bursts
Like a sun flare
Whenever I am near You
Spreading light and joy
To whoever is near me.

My spirit sings
And the music floats
On angel's wings,
Never to return,
Tis eternal spring
From the source
Of all things.

The touch of your love,
Like a soft gentle rain,
Does nourish,
And feed,
All the cells of my being.

He died for our sins,
Bringing grace
Like a gift,
Eternal and free!
His love all enfolds
The imprisoned,
And the free.

Oh, come thou quickly
Sweet Lord of my heart,
And creator of my soul!
Be ever present,
In my mind and my heart.

I will forever be your
Servant, friend, and flame,
Bringing light, peace, and
Your strong, but gentle love!

Love, the healing balm
Which you gave and give,
Through him, her, and me.

As you hung there,
On the cross,
Lips parched,
Pain penetrating your
Every pore, You reached
Our Father in agonizing beauty and
Two became One...

You rose as the Earth shook
Through creation's love for You.
We hold you eternally
In our hearts and our Souls,
Forever to live
In Your grace
And Your love.

Oh, help us to be
Molded in the image of Thee,
Of this dear Lord we pray,
On this bright Easter Day!

Mistiis
For the two loves of my life.......

The Titanic

by June Robertson Beisch


So this is how it feels, the deck tilting,
the world slipping away as one
sitting at a desk writes a check.

The Titanic went down titanically
like a goddess glittering,
Pinioned to an iceberg, she sank

almost thankfully while tiny mortals
leapt into the sea
and the band played Nearer My God to Thee.

But what happened to the signals of distress?
Nobody believed it was all really happening.
I still can’t believe that it happened to me.

As a child, I stared horrified at the photograph
and the vision of that scene in the moonlit sea.
We will be one of the survivors, we think,
then something looms up like catastrophe.

All life, it seems, is the morning after
and love is the most beautiful of absolute disasters.

If we stay visible
there is always hope
if we keep our strength
we learn to cope...

If we try harder
we get better each day
if we speak louder
they will hear what we say...

If we just crumble
all around us will fall
if we just stand still
our life will just stall...

If only we could have
what made us so weak
if only we could have
that smile back on our cheek...

If only we repeat
nearly every single day
if only we could have
our loved ones who passed away...

~~~ IF ONLY ~~~

Depression

Depression,
Is more than just a feeling,
It runs much deeper,
And really sends you reeling.

Depression,
Is more than just deep despair,
It is a dark place,
Where it’s difficult to care.

Depression,
Is more than just emotion,
It becomes exposed,
Such a powerful potion.

Depression,
Is more than just the sadness,
It sinks deep inside,
You can’t avoid the madness.

Depression,
Is more than just a disease,
It is an illness,
It can bring you to your knees.

Depression,
Is more than just who you are,
It can consume you,
And it can leave a deep scar…

{©2009 Jan B.}
:hug:
~Jaime~

Anthem by Leonard Cohen
 

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.

I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring ...

You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5OmZ3J9yTM

*********************

My friends always make fun of me because I still listen to grunge music lol I'm stuck in the year 1994. But music and musicians are important to me and have helped me with my struggle and continue to do so. Here is a poem written by the late Layne Staley of Alice in Chains. Incredible if you ask me.


Core

Self imprisonment
I suppose somewhere inside me
I yearn for freedom from
That which holds me stagnant
Over exaggeration
turns underestimated emotion...
Emotion. Why the urging to hide and
slow the flow of that which could,
And perhaps will, improve and
heal the burning side of me?
I am protecting my pain
And it's mine
And I so badly want to keep my
Pain to myself
But, in doing so, I am hurting
So many who cross me, or care for me
Aching for love and acceptance
Only to throw you down in the latter
Of your shared love
Yet anger and guilt not shared
Between me and you
Your are blamed for all
that is a mystery within myself
Oh, I pray that I might someday
Throw a blanket over that angry child
If the strength is found within the
Core of my being
His tears soak my heart and
Weigh it down
I am drowning, and I am tired
And so very, very lonely
I am


Written by Layne Thomas Staley

Thanks Koala (Anne)
 

"White Rabbit" - Makes you wonder -Ms. Alfeeee
 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HmJQyS8QVw


One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head
Feed your head
Feed your head"

Remember Me
 

This wonderful poem was written by Greg Converse after the suicide death of his brother.

Remember Me

Remember me not for the pain I have caused you
or the way I died.

Remember to forgive
and to keep me in your prayers
and carry me with you in your heart
as I do you in mine.

Remember not to judge me
or try to understand things that you cannot just now.

Remember me for the life I lived
and the laughs we shared
the love I gave and received from you.

Remember me for the good times I had
for those I brought you
and those memories that bring you smiles.

Remember that we are not the same
not any one of us.
We all are hurt and handle pain in different ways

Remember that mine was different from yours
and that I handled my pain in my own way
that in the end
it all was not possible for me to handle in any way.

Remember that I love you
and that I am with you.
Remember my smile and how you made my life so beautiful.

Remember me not for the pain I have caused you
or the way I died
Remember me for the life I lived.

Most of all
remember if anything only just this
that I am closer, oh, so much closer
than you think I am.
__________________
http://www.metanoia.org/suicide/

Milk

by Barton Sutter

The anxious agony of raising kids
Drains the life from parents, who must grow
From cradling to tug of war to slowly letting go
And learn to live with worry till they're dead.
When I fell in with you, I felt both joy and dread
Because you came with two small girls in tow.
I said, "I do." I'm glad I did, even though
I sometimes feel I married them instead.

It helps me to recall that gauzy, green meadow
Where we saw a tawny fawn duck under
The belly of its watchful, patient mother
And deliver two hard headbutts to the doe,
Doing what it took to get the milk to flow

(I wonder if that is a typo and if the "tawny fawn duck" is supposed to be a"deer"?)

That image reminds me of the baby goat that was trying so hard to get its mom to stand up so the baby could get some milk too. I watched them at the Petting Zoo in a park here a couple of weeks ago.

I wonder if there is supposed to be a comma after fawn....

the tawy fawn, duck under the belly....I think duck is an action word. *grin

Ah, now that would make sense! :D

Not To Trouble You

by Leonard Nathan

Not to trouble you with love, I mean
those adolescent dreams of great, of greater,
or of greatest loving, let alone
the crumbly personal kind—compared with, say,
the public good or harder thoughts of death
obliterating thoughts of love, or after-
thoughts of love outgrown or love undone;
and not to be ironic either, not
to forget we come into the world alone
and leave it so; and not to be claiming more
than you can give, uncertain as I am
what I require: something like love, I guess,
whatever it is we've done without so long,
so faithfully and with such tenderness

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmFi2...eature=channel

thank you roadracer.

I will....
 

I will not come to visit you
nor clear the grass from round your stone
I will not live here as you left me
cold and calm and all alone.

I will not kneel in well-mown grass
nor trace fingers 'cross your name
nor try to make the world of them
think things are still the same

I will not lie in linen folds
to chase dreams of different endings
nor hold your pillow as a shield
against lonely dark's beginning

I will not mourn in weeds of black
I will not call into the past
I will not weep the acid tears
that wait behind the dam of years
Those things are all there
deep inside me
but you have always your place
beside me

And I will try to see you there
and hear your laugh and feel your care
and know that we can never part
no matter what it feels like...
in my heart.

LM Hart 2009 8-9-09

This is a picture our dear moi drew of Cooper many years ago...it seems fitting that I put it here in this artistic expressions thread.

http://f370.mail.yahoo.com/ya/downlo...Inbox&inline=1

Cooper..born 2/19/2000 died 9-19-09

Alffe mom it wont load for me just tells me to sign in to mail and wont load. but when I do see it I know it will be worth the wait .

It's awfully big my friend because I copied and pasted it..don't know how to downsize it...I'll try posting another one "downstairs".
It didn't work....just as big...sorry. :hug:

Here's a link to a picture resizer that's free to download and very easy to use. I use it mayself to reduce or enlarge all types of pictures, including photos.

http://bluefive.pair.com/pixresizer.htm

Otherwise, you can send me any pictures Alffe and I'll resize it/them for you.

no worries Alffe mom .Hope you enjoyed visit with your dd today :) always best to have some fun time and TAKE CARE OF YOU. hugs
PEACE
BMW

Cooper: Posted on behalf of Alffe
 

Thank you Koala. Moi drew the picture in 03 of our Cooper. The last one was taken recently in our yard.

Vanishing Point

by Freya Manfred

The moment arrives when you say,
"I don't dislike this man,
but how did I marry him?"
Something about his wintry voice,
the way he can't or won't show his face,
and how small and alone you feel
out here on earth's curve,
driving day and night,
never reaching a destination,
until you realize you're running parallel to him,
and you'll never meet.

WOW! wow, wow, wow!


and where's our Tena these days?

:sing:

Wes' favorite song...for our 30th anniversary coming up
 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYkg6styqfM


I am trying to learn to listen to it again, my love. It meant the world to you..and you meant the world to me.

I miss you

HOW?

How do I wish you happiness
How can I make your season bright
How can I speak with simpleness
How shall I sing you silent night

How shall I dance to bring you joy
How shall I spark your memory
How can I make the world your toy
How do I hang hope on your tree

How may I pray you time of peace
How shall I thank your stars above
How can I give your heart increase
How shall I wrap this gift of love?

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. how beautiful. Both of the above posts....

Sometimes you people render me speechless. ~sigh

Ditto!!
 

It is such a pleasure to read such wonderful thoughts at Christmastime.

((BMW)) you brought me out of hiding:p

Your poem is beautiful.. thank you ♥ :hug:

The Loneliest Job in the World

by Tony Hoagland

As soon as you begin to ask the question, Who loves me?,
you are completely screwed, because
the next question is How Much?,

and then it is hundreds of hours later,
and you are still hunched over
your flowcharts and abacus,

trying to decide if you have gotten enough.
This is the loneliest job in the world:
to be an accountant of the heart.

It is late at night. You are by yourself,
and all around you, you can hear
the sounds of people moving

in and out of love,
pushing the turnstiles, putting
their coins in the slots,

paying the price which is asked,
which constantly changes.
No one knows why.

Discrimination

by Kenneth Rexroth

I don’t mind the human race.
I’ve got pretty used to them
In these past twenty-five years.
I don’t mind if they sit next
To me on streetcars, or eat
In the same restaurants, if
It’s not at the same table.
However, I don’t approve
Of a woman I respect
Dancing with one of them. I’ve
Tried asking them to my home
Without success. I shouldn’t
Care to see my own sister
Marry one. Even if she
Loved him, think of the children.
Their art is interesting,
But certainly barbarous.
I’m sure, if given a chance,
They’d kill us all in our beds.
And you must admit, they smell.

The Turkey Shot Out of the Oven
by Jack Prelutsky


The turkey shot out of the oven
And rocketed into the air,
It knocked every plate off the table
And partly demolished a chair.
It ricocheted into a corner
And burst with a deafening boom,
Then splattered all over the kitchen,
Completely obscuring the room.
It stuck to the walls and the windows,
It totally coated the floor,
There was turkey attached to the ceiling,
Where there'd never been turkey before.
It blanketed every appliance,
It smeared every saucer and bowl,
There wasn't a way I could stop it,
That turkey was out of control.
I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure,
And thought with chagrin as I mopped,
That I'd never again stuff a turkey
With popcorn that hadn't been popped!

my favorite english poem
 

This delightful poem that speaks of growing old in a wonderfully outrageous style was written in 1961 by Jenny Joseph who lives in Minchinhampton, England. The poem is popularly known by many titles including, of course, the actual title "Warning", as well as by "When I Am An Old Woman", "The Purple Poem", "Old Woman", "I Shall Wear Purple"

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens . . .
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
love,
lavenderlou/ tena

the wayside rose
 

THE WAYSIDE ROSE






Out on the old highway it grows,
The wayside rose,
Rooted deep in the hard dry ground,
Swathed in the weeds that crowd it round,
Tended by naught but the rain and sun,
Its loveliness hidden, praised by none,
Contented, it blooms for the One who knows
Why it is there, This wayside rose.

Beaten by every wind that blows,
This wayside rose,
Asking not for a better place,
Where to unfold with ease and grace,
Wasting no time with excuses vain,
It brightens the weed-filled dusty lane,
An exquisite flower that blooms and grows,
Perfect for Him, This wayside rose.

--Sarah Wilson Middleton, ARA 1926

My water-paint
 

Dear room,

Could you please make me suggestions to improve my painting ??

Thanks !!! :hug:

when~
 

When I get really old
And my hair is blue
I will remember a time
In the youth of my prime

When I was young and dark eyed,
And I saw the world
Through a rose colored glass
Filled with ruby red wine

when I smiled and I laughed
And thought in peculiar rhyme
I finally found out who me was
And had such a grand time

So as I watch the mirror grow old
when my hair becomes electric blu
I will remember this time
In the last of my prime.
adieu, adieu, adieu
written bymoi
Copyright © 2009

It's beautiful tina...like you.:hug: I assume bymoi means by you and not our "moi". I wonder if you play tag on the Creative Corner forum...it's fun and more challenging for some of us than others. :D