a Poem

[DickTracy]

I found this between my junk email today.

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TO MY CHILD

Just for this morning, I am going to

smile when I see your face and laugh

when I feel like crying.

Just for this morning, I will let you

choose what you want to wear,

and smile and say how perfect it is.

Just for this morning, I am going to step

over the laundry and pick you up and take you to

the park to play.

Just for this morning, I will leave the

dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put

that puzzle of yours together.

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug

the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with

you in the backyard and blow bubbles.

Just for this afternoon, I will not yell

once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and

whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one

if he comes by.

Just for this afternoon, I won't worry

about what you are going to be when you grow up, or

second guess every decision I have made where you are

concerned.

Just for this afternoon, I will let you

help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you

trying to fix them.

Just for this afternoon, I will take us

to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can

have both toys.

Just for this evening, I will hold you in

my arms and tell you a story about how you were

born and how much I love you.

Just for this evening, I will let you

splash in the tub and not get angry.

Just for this evening, I will let you

stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all

the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle

beside you for hours, and miss my favourite TV

shows.

Just for this evening when I run my

finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be

grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever

given.

I will think about the mothers and

fathers who are searching for their missing children, the

mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's

graves instead of their bedrooms. The mothers

and fathers who are in hospital rooms

watching their children suffer senselessly and screaming

inside that little body

And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold

you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then,

that I will thank God for you, and ask him for

nothing, except one more day.............

[Sureña]

Ohhh ..Thanks for this beatiful poem

[Laury]

It is wonderfull, it almost made me cry!

[Pdm1987]

I have a nice, short poem

"When it's cold & stormy,
and you're feeling a little sick.
Snuggle up nice and warmy,
and play with your little dick!"


lol

[Sureña]

It is not a poem, but is interesting..jejeje

What is it to be human?

“To be human is to love, to forgive, to concretely handle all business, to purify, to set oneself and all others free, to generate a circumstance for continued existence that is not time-bound so that you can have time to invest yourself in timeless activities — meditative feeling-Contemplation of the Divine.

"Never submit to hatred. This discipline is difficult, yes, it is always difficult. But it is your obligation. See what a wound life is. I Call you to forgiveness, love, acceptance of limitations. This is what love requires. This is what love does… If you enter into this process of self-knowledge and knowledge of another, it will break your heart. It did mine! Yet as dreadful as it is, it is the best thing I ever did. The best thing that could possibly happen to you is for you to become a raw nerve-end, a broken heart, inconsolable, with sorrow on your face and ecstasy as well, no longer a conventional man or woman, no longer able to put on a social face — incapable of it, with no argument, no anger, no feeling rejected, you responsible and you dying, and no absolutes coming to you through the bodies of others.

"Everything you console yourself with is a lie. When you get down to the bottom of it, broken-hearted in your distress, maybe you will discover what ‘in love’ is. It is not about what you must do. It is about transcending yourself, about not fulfilling yourself. And it is not amusing. It is passionate and it is terrible.”

[Orion]

That's beautiful!

[Sureña]

A Dream within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

[Sureña]

From My Sleep... To Someone Else

Sometimes Morpheus's waiting,
For my dreams to make me realize,
How alone I can feel, in my suffers,
How fragile I am.

Who's controlling myself,
My tears are falling,
I'll never be the same,
Open my window to real world,
And let me go...

And by the dawn I'll know,
If I'll rest in my sorrow.
To breathe to kiss, I'll need
To live my life forever.
I am you are me,
I am my own enemy,
I'm frightened by my will,
Can't you hear my appeal ?


Today's a new season,
Do I have lost, all of my reason?
The blackened sky's awaits
The judgement of my lifeless fate.

My eyes slowly opening,
And I just feel like nothing has changed,
I 'll have to accept truth,
I am condemned to cry


And by the dawn I know,
I will rest in my sorrow,
To burn, to shout, I will
Not live this life forever,
I am you are me
I am my own enemy,
But for no long I'm sure,
By myself I will cure.

[Sureña]

PROMISES

I've been waiting so long,
To see the moon rising by your side,
How many days, since you're gone

I've cried so many times,
But I've spent so many hours to hide,
The tears I had in my mind

When will I see you again,
Give me a last chance to make
Love, with you forever and ever again,
I miss you,

I can't feel pain anymore,
I'm just lost in a world of sorrow,
But I will wait the hour
To set your heart on fire

Mountains of ice i will cross
Fountains of gold I will find,
To give you some presents,
As precious as you

In endlessly I will shout,
Your name in the silence of night,
To exorcise my thoughts, as a prayer

When will I see you again,
Give me a last chance to make
Love, with you forever and ever again,
I love you,

I can't feel pain anymore,
I'm just lost in a world of sorrow,
But I will wait the hour
To set your heart on fire

[Sureña]

CHOSEN


I'm lost in nowhere, I cannot see
What's inside of me
Some changes appear I can feel,
I'm coming alive

My eyes are wide,
Opened to this brand new world,
I'm not supposed to bleed

Only my eyes can see your world, like it is,
Blinded by innocence, see the moon fading out to black
Leave out your mind
And if I am the chosen one, I will try
To help you to understand, the silence can sometimes be your friend
Whisper your fears

Winter's breath leaves a cold wind on my face
My believing thoughts,
Decrease in shapes of ghostly sadness
I've failed out of weakness

My eyes are wide,
Opened to this brand new world,
I'm not supposed to bleed

Only my eyes can see your world, like it is,
Blinded by innocence, see the moon fading out to black
Leave out your mind
And if I am the chosen one, I will try
To help you to understand, the silence can sometimes be your friend
Whisper your fears

[mickrob]

The Easter Bunny
by M. Josephine Todd, 1909




There's a story quite funny,
About a toy bunny,
And the wonderful things she can do;
Every bright Easter morning,
Without warning,
She colors eggs, red, green, or blue.

Some she covers with spots,
Some with quaint little dots,
And some with strange mixed colors, too
-- Red and green, blue and yellow,
But each unlike his fellow
Are eggs of every hue.

And it's odd, as folks say,
That on no other day
In all of the whole year through,
Does this wonderful bunny,
So busy and funny,
Color eggs of every hue.

If this story you doubt
She will soon find you out,
And what do you think she will do?
On the next Easter morning
She'll bring you without warning,
Those eggs of every hue.



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[Natu]

Letter
Victor Hugo
Translated by A. M. Blackmore and E. H. Blackmore



II.vi.



You can see it already: chalks and ochers;
Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines;
Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery;
Sporadic haystacks standing on the grass;
Smoky old rooftops tarnishing the landscape;
A river (not Cayster or Ganges, though:
A feeble Norman salt-infested watercourse);
On the right, to the north, bizarre terrain
All angular--you'd think a shovel did it.
So that's the foreground. An old chapel adds
Its antique spire, and gathers alongside it
A few gnarled elms with grumpy silhouettes;
Seemingly tired of all the frisky breezes,
They carp at every gust that stirs them up.
At one side of my house a big wheelbarrow
Is rusting; and before me lies the vast
Horizon, all its notches filled with ocean blue;
Cocks and hens spread their gildings, and converse
Beneath my window; and the rooftop attics,
Now and then, toss me songs in dialect.
In my lane dwells a patriarchal rope-maker;
The old man makes his wheel run loud, and goes
Retrograde, hemp wreathed tightly round the midriff.
I like these waters where the wild gale scuds;
All day the country tempts me to go strolling;
The little village urchins, book in hand,
Envy me, at the schoolmaster's (my lodging),
As a big schoolboy sneaking a day off.
The air is pure, the sky smiles; there's a constant
Soft noise of children spelling things aloud.
The waters flow; a linnet flies; and I say: "Thank you!
Thank you, Almighty God!"--So, then, I live:
Peacefully, hour by hour, with little fuss, I shed
My days, and think of you, my lady fair!
I hear the children chattering; and I see, at times,
Sailing across the high seas in its pride,
Over the gables of the tranquil village,
Some winged ship which is traveling far away,
Flying across the ocean, hounded by all the winds.
Lately it slept in port beside the quay.
Nothing has kept it from the jealous sea-surge:
No tears of relatives, nor fears of wives,
Nor reefs dimly reflected in the waters,
Nor importunity of sinister birds.

[Sureña]

An Angel Kiss

An Angel kissed my tears away
today when I was sad.
I wasn't feeling quite myself
my day had been so bad.

I felt a warmth brush by me
that quickly dried my tears;
A gentle, kind, and loving touch
that seemed to hold me near.

Immediately, I felt so much better
and the day seemed brighter, too.
I guess that's just the way you feel
when an Angel comforts you.

[Sureña]

Never Forget

Your presence is a gift to the world,
You're unique and one of a kind.
Your life can be what you want it to be -
Take it one day at a time.

Count your blessings, not your troubles,
And you'll make it through what comes along.
Within you are so many answers,
Understand, have courage, be strong.

Don't put limits on yourself,
Your dreams are waiting to be realized.
Don't leave your important decisions to chance -
Reach for your peak, your goal, and your prize.

Nothing wastes more energy than worrying -
The longer a problem is carried, the heavier it gets.
Don't take things too seriously -
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.

Remember that a little love goes a long way -
Remember that a lot goes forever.
Remember that friendship is a wise investment,
Life's treasures are people... together.

Have health and hope and happiness,
Take the time to wish on a star.
And don't ever forget for even a day...
;D How very special YOU are! ;D

[Sureña]

Be a Friend


Be a friend. You don't need money;
Just a disposition sunny;
Just the wish to help another
Get along some way or other;
Just a kindly hand extended
Out to one who's unbefriended;
Just the will to give or lend,
This will make you someone's friend.

Be a friend. You don't need glory.
Friendship is a simple story.
Pass by trifling errors blindly,
Gaze on honest effort kindly,
Cheer the youth who's bravely trying,
Pity him who's sadly sighing;
Just a little labor spend
On the duties of a friend.

Be a friend. The pay is bigger
(Though not written by a figure)
Than is earned by people clever
In what's merely self-endeavor.
You'll have friends instead of neighbors
For the profits of your labors;
You'll be richer in the end
Than a prince, if you're a friend.