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Post by angelwings13 on Aug 29, 2006 0:55:26 GMT
Gifts from the heart It's not the things that can be bought that are life's richest treasure,
It's just the little "heart gifts" that money cannot measure...
A cheerful smile, a friendly word, a sympathetic nod
Are priceless little treasures from the storehouse of our God...
They are the things that can't be bought with silver or with gold,
For thoughtfulness and kindness and love are never sold...
They are the priceless things in life for which no one can pay,
And the giver finds rich recompense in giving them away.
Helen Steiner Rice
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Post by delphine on Aug 29, 2006 16:48:54 GMT
The Willow
Standing gracefully on its strong base, Swaying along the river bed, Talking to the rushing water, The water in which it is wed,
They stand side by side As the wind rushes by, His branches reaching down to touch his wife, Their love is enough to make you cry.
But the water keeps on rushing by, And now wants to move on, Leaving the old willow behind, Wishing that he had died.
So the willow weeps, Every night and every day, But the river does not care, And simply moves on its way.
Now the willow has grown old, Its branches hanging down, But it weeps no more, For in its place has grown a small town.
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Post by angelwings13 on Aug 29, 2006 17:14:26 GMT
I would like the thank Delphine for posting all these beautiful poems. As everyone can see Delphine and I love poetry. I also thank everyone else who has posted poetry.
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Post by angelwings13 on Aug 31, 2006 23:36:32 GMT
Butterfly Dance Watch a butterfly dance among the flowers flit here, float there
butterfly an amazing work of art– colorful Such a masterpiece Of sorts
once of course, it wasn’t scraggly ugly– furry with legs it crept and crawled
One day something happened it transformed spun itself into a funny sort of room
The caterpillar’s home before long a cocoon! Time marches on the cocoon hangs on...
And before our very eyes a sight to see so beautiful an awakening!
This colorful so fantastic– amazing and gloryous out of this glob
ugliness arises bright excellence
Catherine Inscore
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Post by delphine on Sept 10, 2006 12:15:03 GMT
What Is A Friend?
A friend is somebody Who knows you and likes you Exactly the way that you are.
Someone who's special And so close in thought That no distance can ever seem far.
A friend understands you Without any words, Stands by you When nothing goes right.
And willingly talks Over problems with you Till they somehow Just vanish from sight.
And whether you're neighbors Or live miles apart, A word from a friend gives a lift To your heart and spirit.
That shows you once more Why friendship is life's dearest gift!
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Post by joy on Sept 13, 2006 10:08:27 GMT
My husband inspired me to wrote this being inlove with him. At One Time Day and night together Your body next to mine, The tender kiss of your lips to my lips, at one time; You inside my mind Dreaming about you Holding hands, happy times, At one time; Your face that shows charming gentle of you Thinking over to bring back You and me, at one time; I feel you, hold me, touch me, Moments of love here in my side, At one time; We stay together this way, To love us both in life Good reality, at one time my dear; Copyright(C) Jocelyn Dunbar 14th Of April 2006 9: 55 P.M.
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Post by delphine on Sept 13, 2006 10:20:54 GMT
Great poem and so true.
If you can wright so lovely poems by yourself,it's a great gift!
Karma for you.
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Post by joy on Sept 15, 2006 7:55:53 GMT
Thank you and more power.
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Post by joy on Sept 15, 2006 8:14:32 GMT
A Date With God
This is a day at the time connect to his higher ground. An accord to view his wholeness being God. The highest privilege to talk direct to him, be alone engage to his present. The spirit relax sitting and talking a lot of things to share and give to his hand. The mind goes away freely, move smoothly feel the freshness of sight through thoughts occupied space. The eyes and vision combine absorb the distance.
The cleaning time itself, to hang loose every breath of matter in the mind, surrending all things being lying my head in his side everything feel in. His loving arms works slowly cradle me, hanging in the air, feel free from any disturbing notion. He shelter me put all the colors to my day inspired me and balance my life in all angle level of my being.
The resting time, love sound mind present moment heaven by my side. I saw his creation, I wondered his marvelous deeds! he gave the deepest full meaning of himself being God, Fabulous! my deliverance set me up in the sky to hold his hand someday and live with him, beautiful scene; God provision everyday he offer, he always be on stay, I found my satisfying self to his care. He given me reason to live and be happy everyday, so I give back my free will being human, his will and way be in my life. I surrender all by his side and let him do my life.
Copyright (C) Jocelyn Dunbar 29th of December 2004 7: 19 P.M.
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Post by joy on Sept 15, 2006 8:18:47 GMT
Its Beautiful and true in life, thank you for sharing. Gifts from the heart It's not the things that can be bought that are life's richest treasure, It's just the little "heart gifts" that money cannot measure... A cheerful smile, a friendly word, a sympathetic nod Are priceless little treasures from the storehouse of our God... They are the things that can't be bought with silver or with gold, For thoughtfulness and kindness and love are never sold... They are the priceless things in life for which no one can pay, And the giver finds rich recompense in giving them away. Helen Steiner Rice
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Post by delphine on Sept 18, 2006 13:57:33 GMT
Autumn Charlotte L. Riser When the trees their summer splendor Change to raiment red and gold, When the summer moon turns mellow, And the nights are getting cold; When the squirrels hide their acorns, And the woodchucks disappear; Then we know that it is autumn, Loveliest season of the year.
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Post by angelwings13 on Sept 18, 2006 17:22:58 GMT
Thank you Delphine and Joy for the beautiful poems. I really enjoyed them
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Post by angelwings13 on Sept 19, 2006 18:09:14 GMT
Sonnet- Laughter If we can laugh, our heart-aches disappear! Our minds become freed off tensions and stress; If we make others laugh, they lose their fear, And become dear, starting to us caress.
Laughter is good for both the young and old; Laughter can turn a foe into a friend; Laughter can help forget our woes, be bold; Laughter can bring to grief, an early end.
Laughter is life’s most precious medicine; Laughter is soothing balm for all our ills; Laughter is euphoric much more than wine, Causing no harm to one or increase bills.
Then laugh and be merry whenever you can, For, that’s the way to live life better, man.
7-25-2001
Dr John Celes
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Post by delphine on Sept 21, 2006 23:24:54 GMT
The Leaves The leaves had a wonderful frolic. They danced to the wind's loud song. They whirled, and they floated, and scampered. They circled and flew along. The moon saw the little leaves dancing. Each looked like a small brown bird. The man in the moon smiled and listened, And this is the song he heard. The North Wind is calling, is calling, And we must whirl round and round, And then, when our dancing is ended, We'll make a warm quilt for the ground
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Post by delphine on Oct 1, 2006 9:32:07 GMT
Whe had the warmest September in years,it was almost summer! But September is gone,welcome October!
October's the month When the smallest breeze Gives us a shower Of autumn leaves. Bonfires and pumpkins, Leaves sailing down - October is red And golden and brown.
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 2, 2006 18:15:52 GMT
The Music of the Heart
In every human heart there is always a special song. A melody that touches the soul, a melody that can do no wrong. Sometimes we hear a sad song when good friends part, Or simply for a broken tired heart. Sometimes we hear a happy song when a new baby is born. Or simply it is just for a beautiful morn. With any song there are many movements, But that divine melody never ever relents. One movement will be sad; the next movement will make us feel glad. Life is made up of many songs. Each song is special. Each song belongs. Each day is orchestrated to perfection by the divine. But there will always be one song that is uniquely mine. The music of the heart accompanies us throughout life. In happiness and in strife. But it will always be there to bring comfort and peace. With this melody comes the greatest release. Embrace that special song in your heart. That divine melody and you will never ever part. It will always be there when you need to hear it. Be still, be at peace and listen to it. Always give thanks for that special song from above. Listen to the music of the heart and fill the world with love.
© Andrew Pell
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 3, 2006 17:07:06 GMT
BEND IN THE ROAD
When we feel we have nothing left to give And we are sure that the song has ended, When our day seems over and the shadows fall And the darkness of night has descended,
Where can we go to find the strength To valiantly keep on trying? Where can we find the hand that will dry The tears that the heart is crying?
There's but one place to go and that is to God, And dropping all pretence and pride, We can pour out our problems without restraint And gain strength with Him at our side.
And together we stand at life's cross roads And view what we think is the end, But God has a much bigger vision, And He tells us it's only a bend.
For the road goes on and is smoother, And the pause in the song is a rest, And the part that's unsung and unfinished Is the sweetest and richest and best.
So rest and relax and grow stronger Let go and let God share your load. Your work is not finished or ended You've just come to a bend in the road.
Helen Steiner Rice
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 6, 2006 14:29:50 GMT
The Master Artist I watched a sunset one lovely summer day. I watched as the sun went slowly away. Leaving behind colors of gorgeous hue, shining there on the sky so blue. Watching the sunset that summer day made me realize that along my way, God makes His greatness plain in his own way, Like sunsets, flowers and trees, winding rivers, deep blue seas, silvery moon and twinkling stars. All of these more lovely by far than any human could make them. Scenes so beautiful no artist could paint, to create such beauty, human being just can't. For God is the artist, the master, you see, creating such a beauty for you and me. Autumn's Invitation Autumn is in her glory All dressed in her beautiful ball gown, Designed in the lovely fall colors Of hues of red, green, and brown. Autumn is having a party, All are invited to come And join in the gay festivities, Held in the autumn sun. All are invited to walk in gardens on all the hills and vales, And enjoy the blaze of vivid tints and fragrances On all the hills and dales. She has her sky a clear bright blue, Her breezes are balmy too, Making the weather just right For each guest to enjoy the things they do. So won't you attend her party? Autumn is inviting you, Come and enjoy the hospitality That autumn offers you.
Velma G. Robinson
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Post by delphine on Oct 6, 2006 15:52:19 GMT
Leaves are falling, soft as snowflakes, Red and yellow, gold and brown; The breeze laughs gaily in the treetops, Shaking all the color down. Leaves are covering the gardens As my blanket covers me. When cold winter comes, the flowers Will be warm as warm can be.
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Post by delphine on Oct 8, 2006 10:06:51 GMT
The Secrets of the Trees
In the dim, somber light of the autumn When the sun peels itself into evening And its rays burst with volume and color The gods of the night are awaking They shimmy the dusk into moonlight And sprinkle the ground with a glow Soft, and neon, and sparkling Only the nocturnal can see Then out of the darkness comes calling The subtle harangue of the trees As they whisper their secrets together Swaying uniformly and free If you hearken so closely to hear them Their secrets to you they will speak Then the swift, lofting branches will quiet And return to their slumber to rest So take their words and reside them Somewhere that you cannot forget For the night is no more immortal Than the dying sun as it sets
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