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Post by delphine on Aug 27, 2008 21:18:33 GMT
I could open itt
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Post by angelwings13 on Aug 27, 2008 21:32:36 GMT
I just went back on to check that site. It first came up just a yellow page, I just started clicking all around the page and it finally came up...
Texaspelican that is a nice story, very different, I enjoyed it... Thank you...
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Post by delphine on Sept 1, 2008 7:58:20 GMT
"The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk, and such. The bee, his hive, Well-honeyed hum, And Mother cuts Chrysanthemums. Like plates washed clean With suds, the days Are polished with A morning haze." - John Upd**e, September
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Post by angelwings13 on Sept 3, 2008 12:00:47 GMT
EVENING SKIES
by Anne R. C. Neale
As the sun slowly slips from our view, The colorful sunsets of summer appear, Crickets can be heard chirping in the grass, This is all programmed for every year,
The stars start to stud the darkening sky, The moon may be shining its silvery beams, As the darkness of nigh slowly approaches The air of serenity slides into the scene,
The evening skies come at the end of the day When people start to get ready to sleep in their beds, A peaceful place to recharge their energy Then they get up in the morning and see the sun now red.
The evening skies are a glorious sight Unless it is raining,but that will clear, Another evening sky will come again, Nature is programmed for you year after year.
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Post by angelwings13 on Sept 4, 2008 12:19:16 GMT
Slow Dance
Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.
Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.
Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say,"Hi" You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away. Life is not a race Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over.
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Post by delphine on Sept 4, 2008 14:44:59 GMT
So it is Angel,beautyful poem
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Post by delphine on Sept 9, 2008 12:57:06 GMT
And once again comes the dreamy haze, Draping the hills with its filmy blue, And veiling the sun, whose tender rays With mellowed light come shimmering through. Softly it rests on the sleeping lake This filmy veil__and the distant shore, Fringed with tangles of bush and brake, Shows a dim blue line and nothing more. The winds are asleep, save now and then Some wandering breeze comes stealing by, Softly rises, then sinks again, And dies away like an infant's sigh. You feel the spell of these dreamy days I know__for your heart is in tune with mine. You love the stillness, the tender haze; I know for your thoughts with my own entwine. But this dreamy calm, this solemn hush, The sleeping winds, and the mellow glow, Only foretell the tempest's rush, The icy blast, and the whirling snow. We__you and I must bow to the frost, When our locks are white with its hoary kiss; Our last rose scattered, its petals lost; May our Indian Summer be calm__like this.
__Ellen P. Allerton.
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Post by angelwings13 on Sept 9, 2008 16:43:32 GMT
so beautiful Delphine, dank je
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Post by angelwings13 on Sept 11, 2008 12:05:35 GMT
God Bless America
September 11th. Memories
The wounds have healed, but the scars remain, All across the USA. Even if we could, we won't ever forget, The tragic events of that day.
When it felt like the heart of America Was ripped from this glorious land. We watched it unfold thru tear-filled eyes, With hearts that could not understand.
Such hatred, that wiped out so many lives. With such cold calculating ease. We watched in horror; a nation in pain, United, we fell to our knees.
As one, we prayed, for strength to go on, And, truly believed we would rise. Much stronger above the rubble of ruins, As a tribute to all the lost lives.
Yes, life goes on, for those left behind. But, September 11th remains, A scar, so profound in the hearts of this land. Where the blood of those gone still stains.
Our mem'ries with sorrow, but forever they'll live, As heroes in America's eye. We remember and pray, God bless us again, Each year as September draws nigh.
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Post by angelwings13 on Sept 18, 2008 19:18:06 GMT
Should it Rain?
© By Chassenneye C. Howard
Should it rain? The clouds are puffed like marshmellows Waiting for it to appear, the relevant radiant rainbow
Should it rain? One cloud asked me,Should I rain? Yes, I said, Let go of all that you contain
Should it rain? Here, sitting on the ground Waiting for the sky to exude its violent sounds
Should it rain? The clouds are moving at the speed of the wind As if they were pinwheels whirling without being pinned
Should it rain? And finally the sound of a heavy downpour, BOOM! Watching the raindrops makes me run to the bathroom .
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Post by angelwings13 on Sept 19, 2008 12:36:37 GMT
A Friends Prayer
Please look out for my friends today Show them kindness and compassion Lend them a helping hand in stressful times Help me to keep my mouth shut and listen with my ears When my friend is pouring out her heart and not offer unwanted advice help me to keep an open mind and not judge Help to me to keep their deepest secrets and not participate in vicious gossip Thank you for my wonderful Friends Whether they are near or far Send them many blessings their way, Today and lots of laughter to brighten their day protect my friends and keep them out of harms way please God let us be friends forever
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Post by delphine on Sept 19, 2008 13:49:56 GMT
Thanks Angel,it's a very beautifull poem.
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Post by angelwings13 on Sept 22, 2008 19:08:15 GMT
FALL SUNSET, by Idella Marie Speciale
The winter’s chill has finally past, And spring has seemed to go by fast.
The summer’s warmth is taking a vacation, Waiting for its next occasion.
A cool breeze is coming, creeping near, I’ve realized it’s that time of year.
The trees turn a beautiful red, yellow, orange, and brown, As little leaves fall to the ground.
I stare at the orange sky, Watching the pinkish clouds float by.
I feel the ever-changing fall breeze, And the pumpkin pies that bring me to my knees.
But, I gaze out my window before I go to bed, Watching the majestic, fall sunset.
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Post by delphine on Sept 22, 2008 22:21:45 GMT
AN AUTUMN BREEZE,
As autumn comes around, birds fly away and leaves fall to the ground.
There, they silently lay, until a breeze comes on a chilly cold day.
Up, up the foliage fly, twirling around, high in the sky.
Red and yellow, orange and gold, it’s a rainbow, that I can hold.
As icy as the wind may be, with all it's colors, it’s a sight to see.
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Post by angelwings13 on Sept 23, 2008 15:26:12 GMT
dank je Delphine, I loved the poem, you can all most feeling the fall weather just reading the poem...
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Post by delphine on Oct 2, 2008 13:18:27 GMT
This is a bit our weather here in Belgium today.
The Playful Wind
The wind came out to play today It blew the clouds out of its way It blew the leaves, and away they flew The trees bent low, and their branches did too.
I like to see a thunder storm, A dunder storm, A blunder storm, I like to see it, black and slow, Come stumbling down the hills.
I like to hear a thunder storm, A plunder storm, A wonder storm, Roar loudly at our little house And shake the window sills!
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Post by delphine on Oct 28, 2008 17:01:08 GMT
~ PUMPKIN TIME ~
Pumpkin time is here again, Time to play Trick or Treat. Pumpkin time is here again, Our spooky friends we'll meet.
See the costumes we have on, Monsters, ghosts, goblins too. See the costumes we have on, Hear us all shout "Boo!"
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 28, 2008 17:38:06 GMT
Twas the Night of Halloween © By Teresa J. Shuck
Twas the night of Halloween and all through the streets, children were smiling about all of the yummy treats.
The pumpkins were carved and lit up with great care, in hopes to give each passerby a great scare.
The grown ups were nestled all snug on the couch, waiting to fill each child's little pouch.
And Pa watching football and I by the door, waiting for screams of more, more, more.
When out in the yard their rose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the door I flew like a flash, I did it so fast I got whip lash.
The moon on the kids and their costumes galore, shined bright on the street of ghosts, goblins and more.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a devil, a witch and a princess with real tears.
As I bent down to ask what was causing her to cry, I saw an empty bag and I didn't know why.
So I emptied my bowl and loaded her bag just right, and proclaimed HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL AND TO ALL A FRIGHTFUL NIGHT!
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 31, 2008 23:43:43 GMT
When you ask God for a gift, Be thankful if he sends, Not diamonds, pearls, or riches, but the love of real true friends.
- Helen Steiner Rice -
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Post by delphine on Nov 1, 2008 14:15:36 GMT
"November comes And November goes, With the last red berries And the first white snows.
With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate.
The fires burn And the kettles sing, And earth sinks to rest Until next spring."
- Clyde Watson
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