 | welcome | Jul 15, 2008 |
Sharing my personal collections of poems with you.. "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed---and gazed---but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. William Wordsworth 
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 HOW OLD MY SOUL? Beyond this realm, I seem to see
And reach to touch forgotten years.
How old my soul, it seems to be,
As if it lived in other spheres. Fragments seep beyond the veil;
Forgotten wisdom of long ago.
Like a candle with a far off flame;
I seem to see it faintly glow. Old music connects within my heart
As if it were a part of me.
Is it my soul, the words remembered,
That draws me to its melody? What in the past that keeps it sad;
In this melancholy state of malaise.
This state of sorrow that seems to linger;
Upon the soul so heavily weighs. -- Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North Carolina
e-mail: sara689@yahoo.com CHANGE An addiction to learning
Developed daily by imitation
Opens the door to empathy
And the capacity to love. The power of consciousness
Allowing the option of self-renewal
Extension of the senses in turn
Sharpens the mind. The goal of positive action
Coupled to implementation
Creates positive self-expression
And to the inevitable social evolution. ©D.S. 2002 -- Submitted by David Soriano from Bradford, PA
e-mail: soriano@pitt.edu 
SKYLINE Billowing mounds of ivory,
Trace imaginary skylines,
Floating in a world created by their own.
Pure white masks gray,
Pinks and oranges cover navy,
Shifting, changing, colliding in space.
Massive works of God's clay,
Continually mold into figures of
Clowns, rabbits, or whales driving cars.
They are foreboding parents hiding the world
From the glittering celestial bodies.
Refreshing the earth with calming mists,
They drizzle down to reincarnate growth.
Suddenly pounding at the window,
Acknowledging their anger and unleashing their wrath,
Until the emotions drain, leaving only puddles
Of the past to be sloshed through.
Muddy filaments of joy and relocation.
Troublesome spots that force me to acknowledge
That I am moving too fast,
And noticing too little. -- Submitted by Katie Wilkinson from Mt. Prospect, IL
e-mail: dusty_sparkle@bolt.com (sharing my email sent by a fren)
A Mother's love is something that no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it or take that love away..
It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking..
It believes beyond believing when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems
It is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret like the mysteries of creation..
A many splendoured miracle man cannot understand..
And another wondrous evidence of God's tender guiding hand.
© Serbrina R. Walker
We sometimes complain that times are rough. Money is tight and the going is tough. The problem of life seems to conspire To shake you, break you, and drag you threw mire It's a tradition to rise up to conditions. You sometimes worry or stew or fret When public opinion is against you And false rumors arouse suspicion It's a tradition to rise above conditions. On the pathway of life you have aims and ambitions to make your mark and pay the world your tuition. Some folks may laugh at your rendition but remember It's a tradition to rise above conditions So whatever your task in life may be, Keep on climbing fancy free. Give your life to God in humble submission, Keep on living the tradition. by Mindy Carpenter
Memories of my youth. Flood over my soul. When I think of Grandma. They make me feel whole. Gathering at her house. With all the family there. We made lots of memories. For all of us to share.
Lessons that she taught me. Guide me thru the day. If I listened closely. I cannot go astray. Love and commitment. She drilled into me. Making the person that I am. Just who I want to be.
Grandma has many names. Each one has their chosen. But the names I want her called Starts with love, For she is warm and not frozen.
 Sometimes...
a lot of opportunity came in our life.
We need to choose either grab it or drop it.
Sometimes...
the opportunity just came once.
Sometimes...
it may change our life.
Sometimes...
it doesn't change anything.
Sometimes...
we can't decide what the right decision to be made.
Sometimes...
we need help to make decision.
Sometimes...
nobody can help us.
Sometimes...when we lose it, we'll regret.
Sometimes...when we grab it, we had a joy.
Sometimes...we just waiting it to be true.
Sometimes...it came when we need it.
Sometimes...it never come although we wish for it.
So, when it come, choose the right decision and grab it as you wish for... source:I luv Islam 
Death is life she is immortality heart determination gate goodness and badness happiness and grief faith and heathenism Death is forfeit she is relationship break aspiration and expectation the lower self that is let Death is prefix early of one trip trip without gets outcome … 
A Sonnet for My Incomparable MotherI often contemplate my childhood, Mom.
I am a mother now, and so I know
Hard work is mixed together with the fun;
You learned that when you raised me long ago.I think of all the things you gave to me:
Sacrifice, devotion, love and tears,
Your heart, your mind, your energy and soul--
All these you spent on me throughout the years.You loved me with a never-failing love
You gave me strength and sweet security,
And then you did the hardest thing of all:
You let me separate and set me free.Every day, I try my best to be
A mother like the mom you were to me.By Joanna Fuchs  Seeking out identity
tasting the real world
that we're always told about
but never allowed to join
Changing continuously
trying to gain approval,
a social rank, among
people we don't even like
School, movies, malls, we're
Always worrying about looks
constantly and critically aware
of the opposite sex
We're all so different
but exactly the same
We claim to be individuals
but we just want to fit in
No one understands us
One moment rebellious
hateful, spiteful, & angry
depressed & sullen the next
Survival instincts are strong
but completely misguided,
masked in the lack
of any self-confidence
In seeking out friends
we hurt those who care about us
gaining nothing,
losing everything we had
We are forced to watch
the self-destruction
of the once-16-year-old
kids we grew up with
The innocence of childhood
is lost to sex, drinking,
smoking, cruelty
and self-centeredness
We are the misfits:
no certain place in life
no certain place in self
 Mothers Touch© Kristi D. Hadley-Godeker I’m so afraid with her I might make a mistake.
To discipline the situation, always a risk to take.
I may get so angry, and yell so loud...
Wanting her to be a good girl, make me proud.
So young in age, though older in mind...
The biggest part of her so loving gentle and kind.
I want her to have a good future, really succeed.
Working long hours, hard to give her the attention she does need.
One day in her future she will know my love is true.
All the sacrifices will be seen, as with her little girl, wondering what to do.
I look at her so pretty it frightens me, the best reward is molding her into the person she will be.
I see her changing right before my eyes, nervous for I get only so many tries.
Remember friendship will develop later as she’s an adult.
After she’s lived life and knows the way it felt.
I will get her ready for life that can hurt so much
Then and only then...
She will be thankful I guided her with a mothers touch.  My Miracle© KRISTEN DAVID
FROM THE MOMENT YOUR WERE BORN
I KNEW WHAT LOVE WAS REALLY ABOUT
I LOVED YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING
BEYOND THE SHADOW OF A DOUBT
THE BOND I FELT WAS UNBREAKABLE
AND INSTANTLY I KNEW
THAT I WOULD SPEND ETERNITY
THANKING GOD FOR MY MIRACLE, YOU
TIME HAS QUICKLY PASSED US BY
AND NOW YOU'RE QUITE THE LITTLE LADY
BUT IN MY EYES YOU WILL ALWAYS BE
MY PRECIOUS LITTLE BABY
ONE DAY IN THE FUTURE
GOD WILL BLESS YOU WITH A MIRACLE TOO
THEN YOU WILL KNOW THE DEPTH OF LOVE
THAT I WILL ALWAYS HAVE FOR YOU
I WILL BE HERE FOR YOU ALWAYS
AND FOREVER AND A DAY
LOVING YOU UNCONDITIONALLY
EVERY STEP ALONG THE WAY
 There are moments in life when you miss someone
so much that you just want to pick them from
your dreams and hug them for real! When the door of happiness closes, another opens;
but often times we look so long at the
closed door that we don't see the one,
which has been opened for us. Don't go for looks; they can deceive.
Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.
Go for someone who makes you smile,
because it takes only a smile to
make a dark day seem bright.
Find the one that makes your heart smile. Dream what you want to dream;
go where you want to go;
be what you want to be,
because you have only one life
and one chance to do all the things
you want to do. May you have enough happiness to make you sweet,
enough trials to make you strong,
enough sorrow to keep you human and
enough hope to make you happy. The happiest of people don't necessarily
have the best of everything;
they just make the most of
everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always
be based on a forgotten past;
you can't go forward in life until
you let go of your past failures and heartaches. When you were born, you were crying
and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end,
you're the one who is smiling and everyone
around you is crying. Author Unknown
Let Peace Prevail In This World.......
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then the peace lies within you
When you search for peace
then it is not hard to find
When you want to keep peace alive
then you allow white doves to fly over you
When you make peace with others
then the whole world live in your heart
When you let peace be in the world
then you live in wonderful world
When you allow peace flow around the world
then your hateness will go and love will flow
When you open the door for peace
then peace welcome to your lives.
Let the peace prevail in our wonderful world
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka |
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The true beauty lies in the beholder's eyes
There is beauty in the child's innocence and in mother's love
There is beauty in a friend's affection and in a tender heart
There is beauty in a pretty smile and caring eyes
There is beauty in the morning sun and a rainy day
There is beauty in the flaky slow and a pleasant spring
There is beauty in the milky moon and the graceful rivers
There is beauty in a hard earned victory and a hopeful soul
There is beauty in me and beauty in you
So many beauties in this spectacular world and its dazzling life
And the true beauty lies in the beholder's eyes
Kavitha Krishnamurthy
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In solitude I remain
With absolutely nothing to gain
Perhaps in time I will be strong
You see! Solitude is not my favourite song
A solitary place
Is not where I belong
Read my lips and trace the lines on my face
You see! Solitude is not my favourite song
But social isolation
Combined with social manipulation
Places me once again in solitude
You see! Solitude is not my preferred attitude
This isn’t a journey of spiritual enlightenment
As some people might say to my resentment
But in great loneliness of this magnitude
I must find some self awareness in solitude
I must find strength and pretend
That everyone around me is my friend
To put this state of scale of elevation to an end
I must pretend, I must pretend
That even Solitude is my friend
Copyright 2007 - Sylvia Chidi
Sylvia Chidi
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