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Post by Gerda on Oct 8, 2006 18:15:02 GMT
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Post by delphine on Oct 10, 2006 8:13:49 GMT
I wrote a little poem. I hope you kiss it.
Mirrors, depressed, musing on the edges of laziness. Ethereal hospitality jumping in the death of the sea. Islands of shy wisdom, hills of mortified ecstasy. I'd lie with underhandedness, but I've lost all wit. Soft, befuddled, I melt and grope my levity, But a nanosecond of skittishness pinches all.
I bathe. I fall. I juggle. The dirty dishtowels of thought wear my dreams. All is ghastly.
This is a poem made with the fun site Angelwings put in the funny links post
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 12, 2006 14:43:49 GMT
Cloud Dancers Cloud dancers!
Dancing through the sky; Like little butterflies! With the clouds in her hair; And the sky at her feet. Cloud dancer! Among beautiful dancers! Dancing through the sky.
Jade Buehler
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 13, 2006 17:54:14 GMT
The Course of Life, Time, And Events and The Process of Change Time or fate may separate friends, lovers, But friendship or love that's true will ever Thenceforth continue to live forever, True love conquers the odd with its power. As time passes by, things change with the time, Every moment, hour, day, month, and year, All things have their turn to change with the time, Life, time, and events change with the years. Everyone, everything, have a time and day, A time to change, end, begin a new day, Change is life, the course of life everyday, All things change, and we change with them all days. Only the Eternal one is constant, All things in the universe, inconstant, But despite it all, love is important, The world may change, but true love is constant.
Merlin Archivilla
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Post by delphine on Oct 14, 2006 15:58:23 GMT
Address to a Haggis
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o the puddin' race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o need, While thro your pores the dews distil Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight, An cut you up wi ready slight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like onie ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm - reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive: Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve Are bent like drums; The auld Guidman, maist like to rive, 'Bethankit' hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout, Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi perfect sconner, Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash, As feckless as a wither'd rash, His spindle shank a guid whip-lash, His nieve a nit: Thro bloody flood or field to dash, O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed, The trembling earth resounds his tread, Clap in his walie nieve a blade. He'll make it whissle; An legs an arms, an heads will sned, Like taps o thrissle.
Ye Pow`rs, wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies: But, If ye wish her gratefu prayer, Gie her a Haggis!
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 17, 2006 1:12:51 GMT
A True Friend A true friend is someone who will be, a confidant making it very easy to talk freely, who will concentrate on your problems offering advice to you.
A true friend is someone you feel, will want to share your great joy, not take away the happiness you feel, but will be very happy over your joy.
A true friend will be compassionate, when you have a great misfortune, helping in whatever way to compensate for all the hurt of your misfortune.
A true friend in life maybe someone, you may never find or have unless, you are a true friend for someone, and finding one is true happiness.
Alice Bina DeSantis
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Post by Pinky on Oct 17, 2006 3:38:33 GMT
I think I have one of them , in fact i think i have a few...... that was nice!
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Post by Pinky on Oct 17, 2006 3:40:36 GMT
Address to a Haggis Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o the puddin' race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o need, While thro your pores the dews distil Like amber bead. His knife see rustic Labour dight, An cut you up wi ready slight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like onie ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm - reekin, rich! Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive: Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve Are bent like drums; The auld Guidman, maist like to rive, 'Bethankit' hums. Is there that owre his French ragout, Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi perfect sconner, Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view On sic a dinner? Poor devil! see him owre his trash, As feckless as a wither'd rash, His spindle shank a guid whip-lash, His nieve a nit: Thro bloody flood or field to dash, O how unfit! But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed, The trembling earth resounds his tread, Clap in his walie nieve a blade. He'll make it whissle; An legs an arms, an heads will sned, Like taps o thrissle. Ye Pow`rs, wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies: But, If ye wish her gratefu prayer, Gie her a Haggis! luv it ok Now Andy please translate this .... poetically of course lol
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 18, 2006 15:44:04 GMT
The Butterfly The butterfly, She has swept into my life. Ah so beautiful, So charming, so delicate.
Such a creature you must treat with respect, You stare in awe; Take in the colours of her beauty, The skill of her flight.
But you must allow her to fly, To venture out alone, She has a gift to share, To give to many more.
You mustn't grab, Or hold and cage, For if you do you break her wings; Steal the colour from her life.
Then you leave her flightless, Flightless, scared and trapped. A thing you'd never wish, On a creature beautiful when free.
Moya Levy
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 19, 2006 16:05:55 GMT
I believe in miracles and dreams that will come true. I believe in tender moments and friendship, through and through.
I believe in stardust and moonbeams all aglow. I believe there's magic and more there than we know.
I believe in reaching out and touching from the heart. I believe that if we touch a gift we can impart.
I believe that if you cry your tears are not in vain. And when you're sad and lonely, others know your pain.
I believe that when we laugh a sparkle starts to shine. And I just know that spark will spread from more hearts than just mine.
I believe that hidden in the quiet of the night, there's magic moths and gypsies a fairy and a sprite.
I believe that if you dance the dances of your heart, that greater happiness will find a brand new way to start.
I believe the gifts you have are there for you to share And when you give them from the heart, the whole world knows you care
I believe that if you give, even just to one, that gift will grow in magnitude before the day is done.
I believe that comfort comes from giving part of me. And if I share with others, there's more for all to see.
I believe that love is still the greatest gift of all and when it's given from the heart then not one of us will fall.
Author unknown
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 20, 2006 15:35:16 GMT
Take Time For The Little Things © By Barbara S. Gosa
Take time...to notice the dewy web clinging cautiously to the morning grass. Take time...to feel the fire's warm glow, and hear the crackling wood as it sparks randomly upwards. Take time...to smell the sweet aroma of cookies wafting from the bustling kitchen. Take time...to appreciate the laughter of children enjoying the first days of Spring. Take time...to listen of the rushing stream as it glides swiftly under fallen limbs and over mossy pebbles. Take time...to admire the diligence of the chattering squirrels seeking stores for their winter nests. Take time...to wonder at the intricate crystal patterns frosting early morning windows. Take time...to notice arid, shriveled leaves crunching with each step, along the tree-lined path. Take time...to watch Autumn's crispness paint changes from branch to branch, decorating the landscape for a short time. Take time...to feel the cool breeze blowing in the promise of a summer rain. Take time...to hear the clicking crickets echoing in the blackness. Take time...to count the stars as they emerge from the graying sky, one by one filling the dark. Take time...to hear the lapping waves pound against the grainy surface, then recede in answer. Take time...to enjoy the fragrant scents of blooming newness and life, sprouting an array of colors where brown slept many long months. Take time...to follow a firefly as it winks across open-air chasing the evening silence. Take time...to share a smile. Take time...to give a hug. Take time...to acknowledge a kindness. Take time...to tell someone you care. Take time...to say, I love you.
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Post by delphine on Oct 20, 2006 15:49:40 GMT
Happy Halloween The air is crisp and leaves are falling, It s almost time to go ghost calling We must make our jack-o-lanterns to help light the way, so we won't get lost on Halloween day. Find the biggest you can I dare you to try, Clean out his insides and give him some eyes. Big ones, small ones he doesn't mind, just make sure his light will shine. Give him a nose long and thin, short and fat he might like that. Whatever you choose I'm sure he will agree, he is the best looking pumpkin on the street.
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 25, 2006 23:34:01 GMT
Dreams... © By Todd A. Wentworth
Let dreams take flight, A flight of fantasy. Through the day, the night, Such golden majesty.
Dream of vast green plains, Rolling green hills, and mountains. A good, calm day that rains, A beautiful park with fountains.
Dream as a little child, So happy with joy. A wonder running wild, A kid so empowered by a toy.
Dream of sweet chocolate please, The red, red rose of love. The great, dark tall trees, And the fluffy white clouds above.
Dream of nights spent outside, Of stars shining always bright. Of inspiring tales by the fireside, And fantastic beings in sight.
Dream through pleasant sleep, Beneath covers far from cold. With a teddy bear to keep, And by your heart hold.
Let dreams take flight, A flight of fantasy. Through the day, the night, Such golden majesty.
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 27, 2006 18:25:46 GMT
Dreams are more © By Frances Vhay
Dreams are more Than invisible vapor, prepared to disappear. Dreams are your soul, your spirit, Your hopes on the winds of time. Dreams are potential wonders, The life of miracles.
Dreams are more Than thoughts willing to be forgotten. Dreams are futures based on imagination. They create unexpected times of truth, And alternate but never the less true realities.
Dreams are more Than tired wishes that will never come true. They are the sparks of life that live inside us all And someday they will kindle and light To create an everlasting fire.
Dreams are more Than whispers in oceans of time and space. They live, breathe, leap, and take flight. Dreams are more.
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Post by brendacl on Oct 30, 2006 13:18:20 GMT
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 31, 2006 0:39:03 GMT
Pumpkin's Delight © By Gary A. Sibley
October's blast fills the air, Freedom from summer's burn. Gray clouds overhead roll past. Green to brown grasses turn.
Children's shrieks echo forth; Costumes, various, everywhere appear. Gobblins, ghosts, and vampire sightings, Summon forth little one's fears.
Door to door they wander, Sacks laden with their spoils. A virtuoso of sweetness plenty, Just reward for their toils.
Fat bellies filled with candies much, Sticky fingers sum to ten. Brown bags, empty, by the bedside; Children sleeping, all with grins.
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 31, 2006 17:13:30 GMT
Smile...! Smile...just once! Smile doesnt have a price.... So, you Smile! In laughter....even in a little smile... There are waves of music.... When you drown yourself in the sea of music, Does not a li'l smile appear on you golden face? ? So now you smile... and burst into laughter! ! ! Let me too drown in the waves of your laughter...
Midhu .P. Koshy
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Post by angelwings13 on Oct 31, 2006 18:57:57 GMT
Setting Sun © By Devin M. Kelly
What is a setting sun without the magnificent features of a simple creation called a beach? With the thousands of swaying, towering palm trees bordering the shore like a frame? With the sand sprinkled from above along the coastline. And the foam from the sea making a bubbled line along the pathway. With the turquoise ocean, like a rare jewel, drifting beyond reach into the infinite horizon. With the so-called line drawn between the sky and sea, separating them from each other's way. With the countless clouds in the sky floating on their many, invisible, moving tracks. With the blueness before an eye from the chair of a patio. And the many ripples among the tie-dye sky. What is all of this without a little setting sun slowly falling into the deep puddle of blue? Soon to be a half sphere, the golden ball of fire soon hides its face from all present, and peeks up for someone else.
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Post by delphine on Oct 31, 2006 22:07:50 GMT
Tonight is the night When dead leaves fly Like witches on switches Across the sky, When elf and sprite Flit through the night On a moony sheen. Tonight is the night When leaves make a sound Like a gnome in his home Under the ground, When spooks and trolls Creep out of holes Mossy and green. Tonight is the night When pumpkins stare Through sheaves and leaves Everywhere, When ghouls and ghost And goblin host Dance round their queen. It's Halloween.
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Post by angelwings13 on Nov 1, 2006 14:34:49 GMT
Consider This Make every day a special one For younger you'll not be Find joy in all the little things And let your soul be free
Don't yearn for things you cannot have, For that will spoil life's fun If you can do this simple thing, You'll be the lucky one.
For money cannot promise joy But good health and love do if you will just consider this Then joy, will come to you.
Joseph M. Byron
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