http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature...otation_883236

Thank you wren. :hug:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TY8J3...eature=related

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Christmas in Heaven
 

I know this has been around before but it just seemed fitting since mom will be gone 5 months next week. sure do miss her :(




I see the countless CHRISTMAS TREES around the world below
with tiny lights like HEAVEN’S STARS reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so SPECTACULAR please wipe away that tear
for I am spending CHRISTMAS WITH JESUS CHRIST this year.

I hear the many CHRISTMAS SONGS that people hold so dear
but the SOUND OF MUSIC can't compare with the CHRISTMAS CHOIR up here.

I have no words to tell you of the JOY their voices bring
for it is beyond description to HEAR THE ANGELS SING.

I know HOW MUCH YOU MISS ME, I see the pain inside your heart
for I am spending CHRISTMAS WITH JESUS CHRIST this year.

I can't tell you of the SPLENDOR or the PEACE here in this place
Can you just imagine CHRISTMAS WITH OUR SAVIOR face to face

I'll ask him to LIFT YOUR SPIRIT as I tell him of your love
so then PRAY FOR ONE ANOTHER as you lift your eyes above.

Please let your HEARTS BE JOYFUL and let your SPIRIT SING
for I am spending CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN and I’m walking WITH THE KING.

~ by Wanda White
© Copyright 1999

A. Bazel Androzzo, © 1945, Alma B. Androzzo
If I can help somebody as I pass along,
If I can cheer somebody with a word or song,
If I can show somebody he is trav’ling wrong,
Then my living shall not be in vain.

Then my living shall not be in vain,
Then my living shall not be in vain;
If I can help somebody as I pass along,
Then my living shall not be in vain.

If I can do my duty as a Christian ought,
If I can bring back beauty to a world up-wrought,
If I can spread love’s message that the Master taught,
Then my living shall not be in vain.

Then my living shall not be in vain,
Then my living shall not be in vain;
If I can help somebody as I pass along,
Then my living shall not be in vain.

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

Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom

by Dorothy Parker


Daily dawns another day;
I must up, to make my way.
Though I dress and drink and eat,
Move my fingers and my feet,
Learn a little, here and there,
Weep and laugh and sweat and swear,
Hear a song, or watch a stage,
Leave some words upon a page,
Claim a foe, or hail a friend—
Bed awaits me at the end.

Though I go in pride and strength,
I'll come back to bed at length.
Though I walk in blinded woe,
Back to bed I'm bound to go.
High my heart, or bowed my head,
All my days but lead to bed.
Up, and out, and on; and then
Ever back to bed again,
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall—
I'm a fool to rise at all!

The Death Deal
 

by Ron Padgett

Ever since that moment
when it first occurred
to me that I would die
(like everyone on earth!)
I struggled against
this eventuality, but
never thought of
how I'd die, exactly,
until around thirty
I made a mental list:
hit by car, shot
in head by random ricochet,
crushed beneath boulder,
victim of gas explosion,
head banged hard
in fall from ladder,
vaporized in plane crash,
dwindling away with cancer,
and so on. I tried to think
of which I'd take
if given the choice,
and came up time
and again with He died
in his sleep.
Now that I'm officially old,
though deep inside not
old officially or otherwise,
I'm oddly almost cheered
by the thought
that I might find out
in the not too distant future.
Now for lunch.

I like that very much!

http://www2.choralnet.org/268945.html

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Billie Holiday
 

Ripley hates getting his nails trimmed but takes advantage of the blues to practice his Billie Holiday.

Don't let me go (laat mij niet los)
 

twin ships
 

Two boats adrift yet stationary sat
The sea a mirror did contemplate
What voyages they had
\Inspired by a smaller voice
Did hear the twin ship say
Our time to sail was yesteryear
\Yet seems like yesterday

my poetry- enjoy

i love this one- (((alffeeee)))
 

this one - is so good - so true - so heartbreakingly true
love you,
tena

Lights will guide you home
 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrrdLO8fie0


David

the dark night of the soul... english from the original spanish
 

Once in a dark of night,
Inflamed with love and wanting, I arose
(O coming of delight!)
And went, as no one knows,
When all my house lay long in deep repose

All in the dark went right,
Down secret steps, disguised in other clothes,
(O coming of delight!)
In dark when no one knows,
When all my house lay long in deep repose.

And in the luck of night
In secret places where no other spied
I went without my sight
Without a light to guide
Except the heart that lit me from inside.

It guided me and shone
Surer than noonday sunlight over me,
And lead me to the one
Whom only I could see
Deep in a place where only we could be.

O guiding dark of night!
O dark of night more darling than the dawn!
O night that can unite
A lover and loved one,
A lover and loved one moved in unison.

And on my flowering breast
Which I had kept for him and him alone
He slept as I caressed
And loved him for my own,
Breathing an air from redolent cedars blown.

And from the castle wall
The wind came down to winnow through his hair
Bidding his fingers fall,
Searing my throat with air
And all my senses were suspended there.

I stayed there to forget.
There on my lover, face to face, I lay.
All ended, and I let
My cares all fall away
Forgotten in the lilies on that day.

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The Original:

La Noche Oscura Del Alma
San Juan De La Cruz

Cançiones del alma que se goça d’auer llegado al alto estado de la perfecçion, que es la union con Dios, por el camino de la negaçion espiritual

En una noche obscura,
con ansias en amores imflamada,
¡oh dichosa uentura!
sali sin ser notada,
estando ya mi casa sosegada.

A escuras y segura,
por la secreta escala disfraçada,
¡oh dichosa uentura!
a escuras y ençelada,
estando ya mi casa sosegada.

En la noche dichosa,
en secreto, que nadie me ueya,
ni yo miraua cosa,
sin otra luz ni guia
sino la que en el coraçon ardia.

Aquesta me guiaua
mas cierto que la luz del mediodia,
adonde me esperaua
quien yo bien me sabia,
en parte donde nadie parecia.

¡Oh noche que me guiaste!
¡oh noche amable mas que el aluorada!,
¡oh noche que juntaste
amado con amada,
amada en el amado transformada!

Y en mi pecho florido,
que entero para el solo se guardaua,
alli quedo dormido,
y yo le regalaua,
y el ventalle de cedros ayre daua.

El ayre de la almena,
cuando ya sus cabellos esparzia,
con su mano serena
en mi cuello heria,
y todos mis sentidos suspendia.

Quedeme y oluideme,
el rostro recline sobre el amado,
ceso todo, y dexeme,
dexando mi cuidado
entre las açucenas olvidado.

Wren,
I appreciate your enthusiasm about life. However, I question does there have to be one or the other? Why can't I have life and formal education? I wince when you say "no need for formal education" that is just a statement that makes the undereducated feel better. You can be curious, wondering, searching and formally educated. I feel any type of education is better then no education....my great-grandfather (who lived to 96) once told me "the day I stop learning something new, shall be the day of my last breath." He was a very smart man (even with out college) but he always taught the family to learn things both in and out of school rooms. I think that is good advice.
Painfull

Day is done
 

A good campfire song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xezOh6ftxP8

20 mile zone dori previn
 

dear lou lou
 

I am so glad I found this side of you. I told you I am around. I think the inspiration and thought in these poems is beautiful. ginnie

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKVHL...embedded#at=84

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Gone From My Sight
by Henry Van Dyke

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
...spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone"

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"

And that is dying...

Death comes in its own time, in its own way.
Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.

Anonymous

She Was Poor But She Was Honest

by Anonymous

She was poor but she was honest,
Victim of a rich man's whim,
First he loved her, then he left her,
And she lost her honest name.

Then she ran away to London,
For to hide her grief and shame;
There she met another squire,
And she lost her name again.

See her riding in a carriage,
In the Park and all so gay:
All the nibs and nobby persons
Come to pass the time of day.

See the little old-world village
Where her aged parents live,
Drinking the champagne she sends them;
But they never can forgive.

In the rich man's arms she flutters,
Like a bird with broken wing:
First he loved her, then he left her,
And she hasn't got a ring.

See him in the splendid mansion,
Entertaining with the best,
While the girl that he has ruined,
Entertains a sordid guest.

See him in the House of Commons,
Making laws to put down crime,
While the victim of his passions
Trails her way through mud and slime.

Standing on the bridge at midnight,
She says: 'Farewell, blighted Love.'
There's a scream, a splash — Good Heavens!
What is she a-doing of?

Then they drag her from the river,
Water from her clothes they wrang,
For they thought that she was drownded;
But the corpse got up and sang:

'It's the same the whole world over;
It's the poor that gets the blame,
It's the rich that get the pleasure.
Isn't it a blooming shame?'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipOth7oZkBs

David:grouphug:

Great lyrics David...and you would be such a soft place to land. :grouphug:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNeZ-1ExZdQ

David:grouphug:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAFj2...eature=related

AMEN :grouphug:

Gray
by Philip F. Deaver

This was our pretty gray kitten,
hence her name; who was born
in our garage and stayed nearby
her whole life. There were allergies;
so she was, as they say,
an outside cat.
But she loved us. For years,
she was at our window.
Sometimes, a paw on the screen
as if to want in, as if
to be with us
the best she could.
She would be on the deck,
at the sliding door.
She would be on the small
sill of the window in the bathroom.
She would be at the kitchen
window above the sink.
We'd go to the living room;
anticipating that she'd be there, too,
hop up, look in.
She'd be on the roof,
she'd be in a nearby tree.
She'd be listening
through the wall to our family life.
She knew where we were,
and she knew where we were going
and would meet us there.
Little spark of consciousness,
calm kitty eyes staring
through the window.

After the family broke,
and when the house was about to sell,
I walked around it for a last look.
Under the eaves, on the ground,
there was a path worn in the dirt,
tight against the foundation —
small padded feet, year after year,
window to window.

When we moved, we left her
to be fed by the people next door.
Months after we were gone,
they found her in the bushes
and buried her by the fence.
So many years after,
I can't get her out of my mind.

makes you think
 

This is the way a human feels to when they have been abandoned by family. I would have let the kitty in and live with him, than watch though a window. ginnie

for Alffe
 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwvazMc5EfE

Come a'waltzing Matilda with me...

My preferred Aussie Anthem. :)

p.s. Here's my other favourite.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UizA...ature=related/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J_mzw2MdIFY




David

I can see your Halo
 

Confronting images though reality.

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6 Months now. Such a sad 6 months.
I send my love to all those homeless, helpless, cold, loveless and still living in despair. :(

It didn't end there... That was just the beginning. Even after months of rain, it was like day 1. The rain came in from here at the sea where I live and it headed west. I was watching the radar as all this unfolded.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fF7R...eature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tn5rgkbmrT8&NR=1

:)

Thank you Lara for the links. The Human Jewel..America used to be like that. :(

I probably shouldn't have posted the first link. I thought about it later...
It was a carpark/parking lot. There were no people in those cars in that clip.

Ah, Alffe, the "human jewel" is everywhere. ;)
Sometimes it's just not fast enough. <sigh>

I have been watching for a while the troubles in Africa. Somali and Sudanese refugees heading to refugee camps in Kenya.

12 million or more starving from drought. 12 million

We in Australia know drought. (As we know floods). We don't know it so well as to have to decide to leave some of our less healthy children behind to escape with our stronger children to survive. :( How shocking is this life.

Hello dmack
 

Just came by checking on the new posts. How are you? I recently posted about my legal troubles. Chemar gave me a forum to see if there is any help on our site. Have not heard from you in awhile. I had almost two weeks in the country to relax. I came back and once again I am at the difficult points in my life I have to deal with. I want to catch up with the people I have met and get back on this site more. Take care ginnie

We Who Are Your Closest Friends
by Phillip Lopate

we who are
your closest friends
feel the time
has come to tell you
that every Thursday
we have been meeting
as a group
to devise ways
to keep you
in perpetual uncertainty
frustration
discontent and
torture
by neither loving you
as much as you want
nor cutting you adrift

your analyst is
in on it
plus your boyfriend
and your ex-husband
and we have pledged
to disappoint you
as long as you need us

in announcing our
association
we realize we have
placed in your hands
a possible antidote
against uncertainty
indeed against ourselves
but since our Thursday nights
have brought us
to a community of purpose
rare in itself
with you as
the natural center
we feel hopeful you
will continue to make
unreasonable
demands for affection
if not as a consequence
of your
disastrous personality

then for the good of the collective.

What? I don't understand ...........

Wasn't sure I understood it either wren but there have been times in my life when I felt this way....not today but it struck a cord with me. :D

OK ..... I think I understand.
Love you Alffe.
I understand what you've done for me years and years - such great patience and kindness.