I said a Prayer

I said a prayer for you today
And knew God must have heard;
I felt the answer in my heart
Although He spoke not a word.

I didn't ask for wealth or fame
(I know you wouldn't mind);
I asked for priceless treasures rare
Of a more lasting kind.

I prayed that He'd be near to you
At the start of each day,
To grant you health and blessings fair,
And friends to show your way.

I asked for happiness for you
In all things great and small,
But that you'd know His loving care
I prayed the most of all.

Just For Today

Just for this morning I won't wash cloths, instead we will watch your favorite cartoon.
Just for this morning I won't wash dishes, instead we will color together.
Just for this afternoon I won't watch my soaps; instead we will go to the park and feed the ducks.
Just for this afternoon you and I will snuggle up on the couch and watch a favorite movie and eat popcorn.
Just for tonight I will let you help me fix dinner and I won't yell at you for making a mess.
Just for tonight I won't yell when you splash water all over the bathroom floor.
Just for tonight when I tuck you into bed and we snuggle together to read your favorite story I will hold you a little tighter and a little longer and Thank God for giving you to me.

Just For Today by Misty J. Eades Family Love Poems

When Life Gets So Hard

When Life Gets So Hard


I wanted to find some words on a card ... That would help to get
thru it when life gets so hard.

It seems you can't bear it - perhaps can't go on -
When deep in the heart there's no trace of a song.

Some words that would comfort - when late in the night the trials return and - you're too tired to fight. Or the tears flow so often it seems you'll run dry.
And life gets so tough that you just want to die - Or at least go and hide -
where you're safe from all pain. Someplace you can rest 'til you find joy again.

What are the words you so need to hear - That will help and will heal and remove all the fear - That builds up inside 'til you think you'll explode -
What are the words that will lighten the load?

If only I knew the right words to say ... To encourage and Bless you or
comfort some way. I know not the words but this I can do.
I shall offer up Prayers to the Father for you.

~~Author Unknown~~

Poem from God

To: All Who Believe in Me

From: God

Subject: Life's Problems

Good Morning. I am God. Today I will be handling all of your problems.
Please remember that I do not need your help.

If the devil happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle,
DO NOT attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the
SFJTD (something for Jesus to do) box.
It will be addressed in MY time, not yours.

Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold on to it or
attempt to remove it. Holding on or removal will delay the
resolution of your problem.

If it is a situation that you think you are capable of handling,
please consult me in prayer to be sure that
it is the proper resolution.

Because I do not sleep nor do I slumber, there is no need for you to lose any sleep. Rest my child. If you need to contact me,
I am only a prayer away.

I will be with you always.....

Sisters

Life is too short to wake up with regrets.
So love the people who treat you right.
Love the ones who don't just because you can.
Believe everything happens for a reason.
If you get a second chance,
grab it with both hands.
If it changes your life, let it.
Kiss slowly.
Forgive quickly.
God never said life would be easy.
He just promised it would be worth it.

Calling All Angels

Written by Lea MacDonald
SFFD-Captain-227
"Calling All Angels! Calling All Angels!" Went out his thunderous plea.
"I am thy Lord beseeching my horde to assemble in front of me!"
In a flash the angels did dash to gather at His feet,
And hear His plan to help all man by use of Heaven's elite.

"The Devil's made a play this September day to hurt the ones I love,
He's loosed upon earth his demonic worth now push has come to shove.
I'll not stand by and have good men die without awareness in their heart,
So this day in my plan-full way a battle I'm going to start."

"Gabriel old friend to this end welcome every woman and man,
That'll come our way this fateful day who died by Satan's hand.
And before you go you need to know a few you'll bring straight to me,
Firefighters all now standing tall known as The Three-Forty-Three."

With Gabriel gone and quiet the throng they wondered at His plan,
To send and quell the flames of hell by use of mortal man.
All manner of doubt filled the strongest and stout of Heaven's holy array,
And fear fell upon the heavenly throng at the plan the Lord set this day.

"I can sense in thy hearts hesitation to start a battle you don't understand,
But confused as you Satan is too and that is the heart of my plan.
Fear yea not for what I've wrought I'll ask none here to face his fork,
But I'll send into hell those who fell the firefighters from New York!"

Then Lord raised his staff and began to laugh in roaring thunderous glee,
And in a booming blaze they stepped from a haze The Angelic Three-Forty-Three.
They fell into line in very short time making perfect formations of rows,
And the Lord caused to slip onto every man's hip a golden heavenly hose.

"The gravest mistake Satan did make when he struck down these men so brave,
Thinking idle I'd stand not extending my hand and their souls I would not save.
Have no fear for the men standing here the way to his place they know well,
For verily each day they've collected their pay by stepping into hell.

These men know their task now angels I ask that you hasten straight to earth,
Then comfort their friends when the tally begins and they start to question their worth.
Console them with wings and all heavenly things on their shoulder your head is to rest,
Send whispers of thanks from our heavenly ranks, say: 'God knows you did your best.'"

Calling All Angels

September Eleventh

by Penny Cagan
I could tell you what it was like to be there -
the sky black with bodies - humanity colluding with gravity -
people jumping in pairs - linked lives spent working together
in towers so tall it must have felt like heaven to sit at a desk
and watch the city transform with the light of the seasons -
the moment sealed windows were liberated with office furniture,
the moment of shattered glass
when doomed colleagues linked hands and decided to jump -
the early fall air washed with morning coolness -
the escape from the rattling of downtown, suffocating smoke, the heat -
to be a witness to all this, on the ground, not quite safe,
but spared from all but the watching,
yes, I could tell you what it was like,
but that would require the crafting of a narrative
from the singed paper raining down like confetti,
the sky blackened with terrorist graffiti,
the towers stricken, and then stricken again,
their dark shadows erased from the sky,
my clothes soaked with dust and ash -
that gorgeous autumn day - the kind that makes late August
bearable because of the promise of its crisp breath,
and the light, the pure sweet morning light
of September Eleventh,
the event that I could speak of -
if there was something here to say.

September was my favorite month
the sun suddenly different than it was the day before,
somehow gentler and sunken in the sky,
its reflection elongated against the towers,
languorous August now in retreat,
both the unease and promise of longer nights,
the new season upon us with all that it brings,
the residual memories from our school days,
the purchase of new school supplies -
the lure of a sharpened pencil,
a notebook neatly divided into subjects,
the fine lines of green graph paper,
the anticipation of unopened textbooks,
the comfort of a light woolen sweater
slung low on the shoulders,
slung low like the month itself -
hope embedded in a porous rubber eraser.

If Only : By Adam 9/11 Remembrance

Take a snapshot view of your world
One that is sedate and serene
You’re at the top and it’s not a dream
You look out and everything’s fine
And in a New York minute you’re spun on a dime

Suddenly you are face to face
With the limits of Company ambition
And the scars of America’s political marketplace

Ever close your eyes
Ever think why?
Sit, really think and listen
Find a reason for so many to die

No sign of life, it’s all gone
Take a walk in an empty room
Memories come rushing up to loved ones now
Sadness is mixed with war and gloom

You know it never ceases to amaze you and me
This world where we just exist
Is absolutely full of maniacs and crazies
Who demand protection from a well-produced list

You know I can’t help thinking
That one day soon
We will all wake up
We will all be on the moon

Soaring above the heavens
Looking back on what has been
Seeing things we’ve never really seen
Thinking how it all could have been

If only the Moon had stayed up
If only the Sun hadn’t woke
If everyone were late for work
They would have been warned off by the smoke

If Only

A Blessing

May you be able to reach within yourself
to the treasure that lies awaiting your discovery

May you be able to search within the darkness
that will reveal itself to you the seeker

May you be able to see your Self
when you shine your own light on it

Blessing by Lila* Star

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare

Food, Glorious Food

Food food absolutely appetising
Food food absolutely tantalising
The way it makes your stomach jump at its mention
The way it melts on your tongue when you go to taste it
The way the mouth waters at its mention or sighting
The uncontrollable breathing for some impatient people
As the food is prepared the intensity of its appeal
The race to the table to secure a seat at the buffet
The enjoyment as the food passes down the throat
With a nice cold drink to was it down with
How quickly everyone disappears at the sight of empty dirty dishes
Food food absolutely appetising
Food food absolutely tantalising

Queen's Love

MICHAEL JACKSON Last Concert Footage (plus special poem at the end.)

Broken Futures Poem - Family Courts

Love Poems 2

A beautiful poem for gaza war 2009 written by Hania, X.

love is simple

poems prayers and promises

Robert Frost "After Apple-Picking" Poem Animation Movie

Michael Joseph Jackson

Glamour and the price of fame...
May produce a name.
Bright among rhinestoned stars.
In shallow glistening galaxies.

Entertained talents rise to heights.
To twinkle and dazzle for entire lifetimes.
With a climb that shines!
And can be difficult to maintain...
For those with gifts the envious wish to strip.

The burning fades as age appears.
And desires to remove any stains,
That may have shamed...
To rekindle and regain expectations.
Producing a familiar flame.
Hopeful to erase those degradations claimed.
Seem too exhausting,
To give and keep the same unchanged.

Deep feelings felt are not faked.
From an unhappiness that takes place...
Inside of the heart of the one who knows,
Fate awaits.
A closure comes and must be exposed.

As others patiently seek to leech and leave!
This one sees...
And it eventually shows!
To a public in deep sorrow.
An 'icon' has been divinely robed.

It eventually extinguishes,
The light that glows.
To forever be remembered,
For its authenticity.
And genuine heartfelt sensitivity.
This stays.
Not to go away,
From those memories blessed.


Dedicated in Loving Memory:
Michael Joseph Jackson
(1958-2009)

'Michael, you will always be loved.'

I Miss You

Tell me why are you so Far
As i wish upon a star,
Wishen you would come back to me.
Holding on to the only thing i have left from you, The Guitar.

I cant Resist,
The very urge of Bliss.
I have you in my memory,
The night of are first kiss.

I watch the Preview,
I want to miss you.
I watch it over and over, catch my breath when its done.
I guess i could make-do,
And tell you, how much i miss you

Jazmin M. Baird

MICHAEL JACKSON Last Concert Footage (plus special poem at the end.)

Happy 4th of July

May freedom and peace ring throughout the world!

I Would Rather Have You

If I could have the world
I wouldn’t want it
If I could have fame or fortune
I’d say no
The only thing I want
Is your love
I would rather have that
Than anything this world has to offer
But i can't tell you
How bad it hurts
For me to give out
And receive nothing back
And just watch you fall apart
Right in front of me
I never thought this would happen
But life is full of surprises
we must take our hits and move on
And maybe someday you will realize
That I love you more than you’ll ever know
And I pray that before it’s all said and done
You come running back
to me
With open arms
Because no matter what
I’ll always be waiting
I’ll never give up.

Love Hurts

Rumi: Say I Am You (Sufi poem)

The Freindship Ball

WHISPER THE WORDS OF UNITY

Whisper the words of unity
Nurture the feelings of humanity
Filter the thoughts of purity
Utter the words of divinity

Culture the habit of nobility
Texture the feelings in humility
Sculpture the life in high quality
Picture the future in serenity

Remember to seep love in vicinity
Surrender the soul to Gods gravity
Ponder the rights in equality
Wander the earth in dignity

Mittur Ramprasad

Summer time to have fun

Summer is the fun time when get go swimming
Summer when I was born and took care of
Summer when July 4 comes around
every year
Summer is when you can lay out in sun
Summer is best time at night see
stars out
Summer when all families and friends
go to park with their kids
Summer is good time take animals
for a walk
Summer is good time of the season
plant flowers and stuff
Summer when I meet good friends online
that lives another state then we do
Summer is when I meet good guy to
talk to about anything I want and he lists
to me
Summer is when my birthday comes around
Summer when my mom birthday comes around
Summer is day I went swimming with my best friend
this year
Summer is when Amber birthday is
Summer is time of the year have cook out with friends
and your family.
Summer is good time year to have good time and swimming
and party and just have fun with everyone

Kristina Riggs

You Are My Force

YOU ARE THE FORCE

Picture of you I have in golden frame of love
Deep in my hearts cave filled with hone of beehive
Carry I do every place looking at your beautiful face
I will spend my days finding harmony in your grace
Touch I will every moment savoring sweetness of your sentiment
In light of life burnt till the time is spent

You are the force that moves my heart in universe

Dancing is heart with delight tapping feet at your sight
Singing is soul reaching heights of mountain peaks in moonlight
Everywhere I see beautiful you smiling eyes of charming few
Glittering light of red hue loves color in my milieu
Blended are our beating hearts come they will never apart
Two wheels of life’s cart roll they will to impart

Mittur Ramprasad

Red Rose

RED ROSE

You are true to your name
Above and beyond the universal fame
In every sense of the word
If I have ever heard
In any poem in any prose
You are a beautiful red rose

Rosy cheeks turning red in sunshine
Ruby lips sparkling like cherry wine
Elegance of beauty in its essence
Royalty of love in its quintessence
Like a queen as story goes
You are a beautiful red rose

Bloom of a flower in smiles
Spreading sweet fragrance in your trails
Exotic to the depths of soul
Majestic in your looks and style
Rapture of face when it glows
You are a beautiful red rose

Mittur Ramprasad

Monday Poem: Filius Ramshackle

By… Filius Ramshackle

A man as brave as graves are gravy
With noble brow and hair most wavy
He walked alone, then joined the navy
The story of Filius Ramshackle O!

He fought a live bear and punched the queen
Coined all the coins in his coin minting scheme
He’d ruddy well kill the fiendiest fiend
The Story of Filius Ramshackle O!

To the poor and the ugly he was a friend
A toothless old biddy called him a godsend
He worked her on ships then his garden she’d tend
The story of Filius Ramshackle O!

To all that he knew he was a great adder
No man could match his mathematical power
He could start an equation and end up with a flower
The story of Filius Ramshacke O!

Dear lowly peasants lay down at his feet,
This king of sailors and steak of meats
Cleverer than some, impermeable to heat
The story of Filius Ramshackle O!

Happy Father's Day

My Dad
© Leah Hendrie
If I could write a story
It would be the greatest ever told
Of a kind and loving father
Who had a heart of gold

If could write a million pages
But still be unable to say, just how
Much I love and miss him
Every single day

I will remember all he taught me
I'm hurt but won't be sad
‘coz he'll send me down the answers
And he'll always be MY DAD
A letter of love to a father away


Daddy Don't Cry
© April M. Alcocer
Daddy don’t cry,
because you were always there for me
I’ve cried many tears too,
that you couldn’t see
Daddy I love you,
keep those words close to your heart
I know you love me too,
even though we are apart
Daddy mommy loves you too,
though she doesn’t let it show
I have seen her sitting alone
and many tears flow
Daddy one day you will be back,
and we will be a family again
I have our last picture together
and stare at it till the day's end
Daddy, as you sleep,
have dreams of mommy and me
I have a smile on this little face
that I wish you could see
Daddy, my little arms are stretched out,
I know your arms are stretched out too,
So here is a big hug for you.

Three Famous Words

© Katelyn
It was the first time that they met,
They didn't have a clue,
The future that would await them,
The feelings they never knew.

It was the guy's eyes that she had seen,
They were brown and dark as night,
It was the girl's friendly smile,
And their love at first sight.

It was the first time that they spoke,
And no, it was no myth,
That while she stared into his eyes,
He was the one she wanted to be with.

Even though he felt the same,
But this girl, she did not know,
That he loved her with all his heart,
But his feelings he did not show.

So after many hopeless days,
The girl no more believed in fate,
That was when the guy realized,
That he had made a huge mistake.

He came back just in time,
To steal that poor girl's heart away,
She forgave and she forgot,
All the nights she layed awake.

He told her that he was sorry,
And if he could have a second chance,
And it was just a while after,
That they had their first kiss and dance,

He always tells her that he is sorry,
And how much he really cares,
She believes him and forgives,
Both their feelings they deeply share.

So every night he tells her,
Before she turns out her light,
Those three little famous words,
I love you and goodnight.

'I've learned

'I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.'
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> 'I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.'
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> 'I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.'
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> 'I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as 'making a life.'
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> 'I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.'
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> 'I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.'
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> 'I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.'
>
> 'I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.' (Oh, my!!)
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> 'I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.'
>
> 'I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.'
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> 'I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.'

Maya Angelou

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1809 - 1861)

MRS. BROWNING was born in London, England, in 1809, and she died at Casa Guidi, Florence, June 29, 1861. "Her studies were early directed to the poets of antiquity, and, under the guidance of her blind tutor, Boyle, whose name she always warmly cherished, she mastered the rich treasures of AEschylus. The sublime Grecian possessed for her a charm which was only equaled by the fascination held over her wondering spirit by Shakespeare." While she was profoundly versed in Greek literature, and intimately acquainted with all the Attic writers in tragedy and comedy, she was thoroughly versed in pure and undefiled English. In her extensive correspondence with contemporaries, she shows a thorough knowledge of English literature, from Chaucer to her own time. Here are a few of her poems:

Sonnet 43 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Change Upon Change
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Five months ago the stream did flow,
The lilies bloomed within the sedge,
And we were lingering to and fro,
Where none will track thee in this snow,
Along the stream, beside the hedge.
Ah, Sweet, be free to love and go!
For if I do not hear thy foot,
The frozen river is as mute,
The flowers have dried down to the root:
And why, since these be changed since May,
Shouldst thou change less than they.

And slow, slow as the winter snow
The tears have drifted to mine eyes;
And my poor cheeks, five months ago
Set blushing at thy praises so,
Put paleness on for a disguise.
Ah, Sweet, be free to praise and go!
For if my face is turned too pale,
It was thine oath that first did fail, --
It was thy love proved false and frail, --
And why, since these be changed enow,
Should I change less than thou.

Tears
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--
That is light grieving ! lighter, none befell
Since Adam forfeited the primal lot.
Tears ! what are tears ? The babe weeps in its cot,
The mother singing, at her marriage-bell
The bride weeps, and before the oracle
Of high-faned hills the poet has forgot
Such moisture on his cheeks. Thank God for grace,
Ye who weep only ! If, as some have done,
Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place

And touch but tombs,--look up I those tears will run
Soon in long rivers down the lifted face,
And leave the vision clear for stars and sun

Teenage Angst

See the world through your wide innocent eyes,
brown and large they do not seem the same size,
as all other eyes that are shut so tight,
i would say that this is wrong, but you seem alright...

when will you wake up, wake up,
you've got your eyes wide open,
wake up, wake up,
you must realise they're closed,

when i say 'grow up',
you tell me to chill out,
when i say 'slow it down',
you say you've got no time,
when will you see that,
you're full of contradictions,
and coming so close,
to living life in fiction,

you live in your own world, so you don't see it,
you've lived here for so long and don't perceive it,
does this make you scared, do you repress it?
cos now you won't see good, see bad has stressed it,

so will you hold on, hold on,
you've got your eyes bright open,
hold on, hold on,
you must realised they're closed...

so grow up now my dear, before it's too late,
so many colours here trust me you can't wait,
so hurry up my child and take your own fate,
so many colours here trust me you can't wait.


by Hear You

Sunday, Spiritual Sunday. Blessed Day.

When I Am Reminded
© By Gaye Combs

Each day is a new beginning given by God
I am reminded how blessed I am as this road I tread.
A new friendship comes to mind and it is my treasure.
Watching a child at play is my greatest pleasure.
Being able to help a fallen soul will
be my greatest joy.
Watching a bird build a nest while the
world searches for rest.
I am reminded I am only a small part of his plan.
When skies are blue or gray you are always there beside me.
I am reminded of God's love at the site
of a rainbow after the rain.
When I see the flag I'm reminded of the
freedoms I share.
I remember God's love to me when I
suffer much pain.
As the clowns come to town I am grateful I'm able to laugh.
I'll share your heavy load to let you
know I care.
I am reminded day by day we have much to share.

GOD
© By Helen Mccumsey

Why oh why
has my life been......LOST!?
Wonder, wonder
is there such a thing.......GOD
Looking oh looking
for GOD.....to be in my life.
Some say......Open your hearts.....
and you shall see......
The wonderful things of...........GOD!
But why so lost?
Just open your heart!!!!!
You won't be hurt
You won't be hurt.....
Just open your heart!!!!
WONDER,....WONDER.....
IS THERE A GOD??!!

ON MY SPIRITUAL FOUNDATION
© By FRED L. COLEMAN III

Through the darkness of ignorance
Against the emptiness of doubt
Despite of the insecurity of despair
On my spiritual foundation, planted I stand.
Heart broken by the starvation of hungry minds
Disturbed by the isolation of flesh with lost souls
Outraged by mankinds' fearless marched to self destruction
On my spiritual foundation, planted I stand.
In the light of a back sliding world continuously being
Preached to by living Decibels of the Devils' throne and while
Drenched in the reality of todays' false Prophets
On my spiritual foundation, planted I stand.
You see I believe in the word of Christ.
Those who believe they will never have a chance, those who religiously enjoy blasphemy; the Devils' dance. Those who's very being is ruled by prejudice and hate, Still have a chance to walk through Heavens' gate.
Look up all you sinners, somebody is watching you.
Look up all you sinners, he knows everything you do.
NOW is the time to clean off the slate
Christ has open arms, he understands, knows no hate.
This is, I believe, the gift he gave to man
On my spiritual foundation, planted I stand.

Women's Rights

You cannot rob us of the rights we cherish,
Nor turn our thoughts away
From the bright picture of a "Woman's Mission"
Our hearts portray.

We claim to dwell, in quiet and seclusion,
Beneath the household roof,--
From the great world's harsh strife, and jarring voices,
To stand aloof;--

Not in a dreamy and inane abstraction
To sleep our life away,
But, gathering up the brightness of home sunshine,
To deck our way.

As humble plants by country hedgerows growing,
That treasure up the rain,
And yield in odours, ere the day's declining,
The gift again;

So let us, unobtrusive and unnoticed,
But happy none the less,
Be privileged to fill the air around us
With happiness;

To live, unknown beyond the cherished circle,
Which we can bless and aid;
To die, and not a heart that does not love us
Know where we're laid.

Annie Louisa Walker

Would you Just Listen

Would you just listen and please don't say a word, just yet,
I'd like you to think back to the very first time we met,
How you felt around me? The memories we shared,
And just remember that once upon a time, you really cared.

Now think about how we parted, and how much I cried,
But please don't speak, remember that I never ever lied,
That I told you the honest truth about why we were to split,
But now I'd like you to know that my heart broke bit by bit.

The pain was deep, unbearable and painful, for so many years,
I'll never forget all the sadness, all the uncontrollable tears,
Slowly I am rebuilding my life, I am content with what I've got,
And although it is hard I am beginning to forget what I have not.

You were a special part of my life that I will never forget,
A part of my life that broke my heart, but that I don't regret,
You gave me some happy memories that I'll keep in my heart,
Although sometimes I wish that you and I didn't have to part.

You were my first love and my true love, that will always be so,
After all of the heartache, sadness and never ending pain, I know,
You and I had something special and that will never change,
Because I love you and loving someone else will always seem strange.

Would you just listen and please don't say a word, not ever,
I'd like you to remember that once upon a time, we said forever,
That I had hopes and dreams, that I was the one who threw them away,
And this is something I will always regret until my dying day.

© Tara-Kay Randall 4th June 2007

Loving Family

"There's one sad truth in life I've found, While journeying east and west
The only folks we really wound, Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow, To those who love us best."
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

"The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family"
~Thomas Jefferson

"A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all"


~Washington Irving

A Day In Your Life- Rejoice in the Moment

When your dreams come true, do you have to compromise?
Why do you have a balance of good and bad times?
A day in the life of someone is not perfect.
Life takes you through so much in a day.
Do you accept or try to change?
A day in your life has many questions. Handle all with wise decisions and you will prevail.

A day in the life. A day in your life.

Cherish each day as it comes. Rejoice in the moment!
alfloyd2009

Daybreak in Alabama

When I get to be a composer
I'm gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it
Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist
And falling out of heaven like soft dew.
I'm gonna put some tall tall trees in it
And the scent of pine needles
And the smell of red clay after rain
And long red necks
And poppy colored faces
And big brown arms
And the field daisy eyes
Of black and white black white black people
And I'm gonna put white hands
And black hands and brown and yellow hands
And red clay earth hands in it
Touching everybody with kind fingers
And touching each other natural as dew
In that dawn of music when I
Get to be a composer
And write about daybreak
In Alabama.

Langston Hughes

The Night Cometh

Work! for the night is coming;
Work! through the morning hours;
Work! while the dew is sparkling;
Work! 'mid the springing flowers;
Work! while the day grows brighter,
Under the glowing sun;
Work! for the night is coming,--
Night, when man's work is done.

Work! for the night is coming;
Work! through the sunny noon;
Fill the bright hours with labour,
Rest cometh sure and soon.
Give to each flying minute
Something to keep in store;
Work! for the night is coming,--
Night, when man works no more.


Work! for the night is coming;
Under the sunset skies,
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work! for the daylight flies;
Work! till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work! while the night is darkening,--
Night, when man's work is o'er.

Annie Louisa Walker

Two California Parks in Early Spring

I. Concord Skateboard Park

Sheltered in this smooth, round,
concrete nest of dips and curves,
obelisks and giant, Mayan steps

on a blind corner
hidden by small hills
from two busy streets
intersecting at its tip,

Twenty boys,8 to 18,
practice their moves,
swiveling one-pointedly
up and down and around.

Some day they’ll move on
from this birthing-ground,
swiveling down the decades
on a board or office chair.

A few girls watch,
Sprawled on the grass.
Behind them all,
flowering crabapples, palms,
then the mountains.

The city’s wise to have
invested a few bucks
toward its future
in an old, vacant lot.

II. A Chant To Heather Farms Park

Sun of fire,
water of lake and fountain,
earth whose soil sustains the lawns,
and air of the sweet breath of spring:
the four elements are holding
a conclave here on this Sunday afternoon,

drawing many families,
and especially, today,
calling forth many sounds.

Oh, park of a basketball's steady bounce,
of lovers whispering in Russian
and the creaking rhythm of swings.

Park of car engines starting,
of families who laugh or talk
in Hindi, Bengali, English, Arabic,
and in goose-squawk and duck-flap,

Park of the slide of scooter wheels,
of loud feet chasing the one
who caught the football,
of a hand tapping the body of a guitar,
and a far-off, hip-hop radio.

Silent with pen,
o park of joy,
I take you home on paper,
I take you home in my heart.

Max Reif

Rosa Parks

I knew what she did
But I didn't know her name until she died
Now Im not going to lie to you
So I wont claim that I cried
But I'd never thaught
About how brave she was
In refusing to move
From the seat on that bus

Now i think it's sad
That it caused such a stir
That because of her skin
They taught less of her
That they tried to make her feel
Like she was two feet small
And I think it's sad
That she had to be brave at all

Rosa Mayfair

Because Of You

Because of you
my world is now whole,
Because of you
love lives in my soul.
Because of you
I have laughter in my eyes,
Because of you
I am no longer afraid of good-byes.
You are my pillar
my stone of strength,
With me through all seasons
and great times of length.
My love for you is pure
boundless through space and time,
it grows stronger everyday
with the knowledge that you'll always be mine.
At the altar
I will joyously say 'I do',
for I have it all now
and it's all because of you.

God Says Yes To Me

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes

By Kaylin Haught

A Special World

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

- Sheelagh Lennon -

George Herbert "Love bade me welcome" Poem animation

Touched by An Angel by Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

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?

Matthew 5:3-11 (NIV)

“Blessed are the poor in spirit,

for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
4Blessed are those who mourn,

for they will be comforted.
5Blessed are the meek,

for they will inherit the earth.
6Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,

for they will be filled.
7Blessed are the merciful,

for they will be shown mercy.
8Blessed are the pure in heart,

for they will see God.
9Blessed are the peacemakers,

for they will be called sons of God.
10Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,

for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.



11“Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me.

I, Too, Sing America by Langston Hughes

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--

I, too, am America.

DAUGHTER

The affection of a father is, daughter,
Sweet melody of a song is, daughter,
Live dream of every passion, daughter,
A unique gift of universe is, daughter
Dear of dearest face is, daughter,

Let them blossom

A National Moment of Remembrance

On This Memorial Day

Remember our fallen Heroes today.
Remember the Heroes that are still on the front and back lines.
Rejoice! Peace will come some day.
Bless and remember all.
Alfloyd2009



That poem about where “poppies blow”
And, “the crosses, row on row”
Still rings true, these ninety years
After written, still brings tears.

We still have Dead, “amid the guns”
And lose our young and our loved ones
Those who lived, “short days ago”
Who, “felt dawn, saw sunset glow”.

In Flanders Fields, “the poppy red”
Still grow near where the blood was bled
They, “Take up our quarrel with the foe”
And still die for Freedoms that we know.

They pass, “The torch” to, “hold it high”
And not, “break the faith with us who die”
For they, “shall not sleep, though poppies grow”
Beneath all those, “crosses, row on row”
In Flanders Fields.

Del “Abe” Jones

Thank You Poem To Friends - Good Friends Are Hard To Find

splendorous

Love is a many splendorous thing.
Why must we always be a child in our parents eye?
Why do feel like a child in our parents eye?
Growing up is hard to do and letting go is even harder.
Love is a many splendorous thing.

Let life be, live life fully.

alfloyd2009

Friendship is and can be

My freind is all of these!

Friendship is to trust
Friendship is having the kindness to help
Friendship is giving to others without thinking
Friendship is being there when someone need you
Friendship can be just a smile that brightens your day
Friendship is giving more than you expect to receive
Friendship is listening
Friendship is offering your opinion when you think you need to
Friendship can be many things
Friendship is different for everyone
Friendship could be holding a hand for support
Friendship is lending your shoulder to cry on
Friendship is mellow
Friendship is giving back
Friendship is only taking that what you need
Friendship can be that voice of reason you give
Friendship could also be a boost of encouragement when it’s needed
Friendship stands the test of time
Friendship is show in many different ways
Friendship can be everlasting
Friendship is not always an easy thing
Friendship is hard to break apart
Friendship is strong
Friendship should never be taken for granted
Friendship is meant to be shared with all
Friendship is free and rewarding to share
Friendship can be unforgettable
Friendship is priceless to many
Friendship is a secret never to be told
Friendship is not having to say sorry but do
Friendship is not judging no matter what
Friendship is to share, the joy and the fear
Friendship is someone to run too when things are tough
Friendship is a hand to hold when things are so rough
Friendship is someone to laugh with not at you
Freindship is just knowing they are there
Freindship is very personal
Freindship is all of thes things and many more
This is are how I see friendship
To have a true Friend is the best thing to achieve
We all have one but it may take a very long time to find them.

Djean Whitney

The Mother

The Mother That Loves
The Mother That Cares
The Mother That Helps
The Mother That Worries
The Mother That's With You Through It All
The Mother That Raised You To Be Who ANd What You Are
The Mother That Encourages You
The Mother That Works Hard For You
The Mother That Sacrifices
The Mother That Is Here Only For You
The Mother That Has Lived All These Years For You
The Mother That Is Surviving Only For You
The Mother That Is Here
The Mother That Is There, For, This Mother Is Everywhere
The Mother That Is Kind
The Mother That Is Warm-Hearted
The Mother That Is Super-Women
The Mother Of All Mother's...

This Is Dedecated To My Mother

Nesmah Elsayed

Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work

Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:

Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.

Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work:
This odium; pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work:
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’

Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work:
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

But Hark I see a golden gleam;
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear -
This wondrous hangman’s rope!

Ah, now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work:
Just eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

Mark Slaughter

The Miracle of the Holy Bible

Rumi: Say I Am You (Sufi poem)

Lunch Poems - Amiri Baraka

"All I Have Ever Done Is Write You Love Poems" Ishle Yi Park

Love Poems

White House Poetry Slam Live

The sad poems

The Prayer (at the Grammys)

Tricky - Poems

John Lennon - Woman

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PaLfDnShEn0

Sandi Patty/ Larnelle Harris: I've Just Seen Jesus

Boyz II Men - A Song For Mama

Happy Mother's Day

Thought For The Day...Happy Mother's Day
“God could not be everywhere
and therefore he made mothers.”

Mother's Day Poems- "Happy Mother's Day"

Close your eyes and wish for the one thing
You cannot do without, and when you do,
Near your heart you'll find it, always there,
Treasure that is dear but not so rare,
Held in the mesh that all your dreams flow through.
In truth, no gift more happiness can bring,
And so this day I give my love to you.

Mother's Day Poems ( Sadness and Hope) Happy ,Happy Mother's Day

Although a daughter, I write this as a mother.
We're both mothers now, of child-daughters:
You, a grandmother forced to be a mother,
And I, a widow, alone with my fatherless daughter.
Death has thus shaped both our lives in ways
We would not have chosen. Yet life is still the bright,
Painfully lovely thing it was always:
Our children like dancers on a dark, splendid night,
Needing our loves as I needed yours; your love
The same song as ever, a lullaby I remember
So well from my time in your arms. We move
In slow spirals towards the stars. September
Has weeks like June, yet is closer to the fall.
Love has no answers, yet its beauty answers all.

Mother's Day Poems- Happy ,Happy Mother's Day

A mother's love determines how
We love ourselves and others.
There is no sky we'll ever see
Not lit by that first love.

Stripped of love, the universe
Would drive us mad with pain;
But we are born into a world
That greets our cries with joy.

How much I owe you for the kiss
That told me who I was!
The greatest gift--a love of life--
Lay laughing in your eyes.

Because of you my world still has
The soft grace of your smile;
And every wind of fortune bears
The scent of your caress.

Youthfusion Spoken Word Poetry

The Meadow

Kate Knapp Johnson

Half the day lost, staring
at this window. I wanted to know
just one true thing

about the soul, but I left thinking
for thought, and now -
two inches of snow have fallen

over the meadow. Where did I go,
how long was I out looking
for you?, who would never leave me,
my withness, my here.

Spoken Word Poem Spinsters Hanging In Trees Sheri-D Wilson

Def Poetry Jam - Saul Williams (Coded Language)

Serenity

Marriage

"It is probably not love that makes the world go around, but rather those mutually supportive alliances through which partners recognize their dependence on each other for the achievement of shared and private goals."
Fred Allen

"Relationships, marriages are ruined where one person continues to learn, develop and grow and the other person stands still. "
Catherine Pulsifer, from Are You Learning

"Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one."
Fredrich Halm

"We can do not great things, only small things with great love."
Mother Teresa

"There is only one happiness in life,
to love and be loved."
George Sands

"Nowadays love is a matter of chance, matrimony a matter of money and divorce a matter of course."
Helen Rowland

"Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation."
Oscar Wilde
"More marriages might survive if the partners realized that sometimes the better comes after the worse."

Doug Larson
"A good marriage is that in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude."
Rainer Maria Rilke

"When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on--series polygamy--until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter."
Tom Robbins

"You can't be value free when it comes to marriage."
Al Gore
"The secret to having a good marriage is to understand that marriage must be total, it must be permanent, and it must be equal."
Frank Pittman.

"Matrimony, the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented."
Heinrich Heine
"The chain of wedlock is so heavy that it takes two to carry it - and sometimes three."
Heraclitus