Feb 27, 2010

Ode To Sweetheart

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Last night i dreamt about the

springtime of our lives,

with the skies a robin egg blue,

the trees just budding fresh and green,

the gorgeous flowers too.

We were fondly holding hands,

just you and me,

then the winter of our lives came.

But, when winter snows start melting,

the brooks come to life again,

and the air is clean and fresh,

in the countryside all around.

I hear the merry laughter, my love,

the same as i did then.

As our hearts once more embrace

in the fond memory,

i kiss your lips again.

It all seems so long ago, yet,

in a fond retrospective way.

I have the feeling,

sweetheart mine,

it all just happened yesterday.

All the sunshine and songbirds

may now be quite far apart,

but, oh dearest one,

the warmth of our new springtime

is already in our hearts.


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Feb 22, 2010

Oh, To Be A Child Again

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From out of the drifting melodies

of childhood memories,

we hope to once more find,

the childish joys of paddling

through the Autumn rain,

listening to the glad refrain,

of being a laughing, playing, child again.

How impatiently we wait to grow up,

and act big, like grown ups do,

forgetting the ever enchanting

fragrant moments of

children's freedom from care.

As we grow older we look back fondly,

and remember how all too quickly

the childhood freedom left us

high and dry on life's rocky road.

Now we fondly wish we could once more gaze

into the crystal ball of yesteryears,

and recall back childhood's glorious freedom,

that now desserts our declining years.

The tumult of the chase of life

dies along the narrow,

twisting street of despair,

down which we trudge

with all of life's burden to bear.

Soon we'll be lifting the latch

to the other world,

remembering all the joys

of being a carefree,

laughing, playing, child again.


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Feb 20, 2010

Count Your Blessings

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Count your blessings by the flowers

along life's pathway,

never by the leaves of sorrow,

that fall by the wayside.

Count your days and golden hours

by the joys and happiness

you've brought to others.

Don't remember the clouds

of frustrations that have beset

your pathway of sorrow,

always remember to look for

the sunshine of tomorrow.

Count your blessings of the flowers of life,

by the smiles, laughter, joys and happiness,

you have caused others to have.

Count your declining days of life

with smiles not tears,

and the joy and happiness

of every birthday,

by the many friends

you've made through life.

When your life's outlook seems depressing,

and the ray of hope seems dim,

just stop and pray awhile to Him.

Ask God to help you more,

to guide you along life's pathway,

and help you do what's right,

nothing's impossible for Him.

Life's prospects may

not seem very pleasant,

criticism is rampant

in everything we do.

You should stop right

there and consider,

maybe there's worse things yet to come,

or perhaps the reasons can't

be figured out by some.

But, in the midst of all those confusions,

you should thank God

for what you do have,

and not worry too much about

what you haven't got.

Remember, it's God's will

that we are here at all.


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Feb 17, 2010

Don't Throw That Away


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My father used to say to me,

don't throw a single thing away,

because if you do,

you'll be sure to need it some other day.

I have often thought,

time and time again,

what would happen if people

did the same with men.

Don't toss them aside,

as though they're not worth much.

I sure know now,

dad understood,

that men are worth more

than iron or wood.

They may be old and bent,

but still be good.

Their friendship he could use again,

even when he visited them

on their beds of death.

Despite all the vices men display,

don't ever just up and throw them away.

Treat them decent so they'll repay you again,

some other day.

All most of them need is just a chance,

so don't make a junk box

of skid row on this earth.

Even though some thoughtless oaf

has been tossed away,

treat them like friends,

and you can use them some other day.

Though old and bent and weak of will,

there's always some good

service they can render still.

We are all God's children, everyone.

There's not a man alive today,

who wouldn't give all he owns,

just to have a chance to live over again,

and do things this time as he should.


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Feb 12, 2010

Honey

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Tonight is ours to be had in full.

Full moon, full glass, full bowl.

Raw scent fills the air,

flowing out of beautiful bodies,

mingling with the sweet perfume

that permeates the room.

And oh the touch, touches, touching,

hands on faces, belly to belly, skin to skin.

When it's good like this baby, count me in.

Nerve endings spark,

elevating the temperature in the room.

A few degrees in the direction of the sun.

Mmmm, it's hot in here,

hot bodies,hot minds,

exchanging torrid ideas,

expanding in the heat.

The air is not so much flowing,

as it is caressing,

getting its own share of the action,

and can you blame it?

I don't see you going to bed,

sleep when we're old,

sleep when we're dead.

For tonight is ours to be had in full.

Full minds, full hearts, full bodies,

ripe and ready to be picked.

Savor sweet nectar,

mmm nectar, good word.

Another favorite, voluptuous,

which when i looked it up

in my webster's said,

full of or pertaining towards

sexual pleasure or

luxurious gratification.

Well, that sounds about right.

Voluptuous, roll it off your tongue,

and while your tongue is rolling,

purrrrrrrrrr, mmmmm.

I know just how a cat feels,

like it i'll be curled up tomorrow,

napping off the long hours of unrest.

Because, there is no way

i'm going down before the sun comes up.

My eyes meet the sunrise,

tantalizing in the amber light,

i know its been a wicked night.

When it fades into the mornings gentle gold,

making honey of the wet streets,

i am walking home, through the dawn.

Damn, last night was on fire,

my body still hot,

cooling slightly in the morning mist,

but my mind, is still sizzling.


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Feb 10, 2010

Coming Home

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The ageless sun,

in its ageless quest,

sweeps life forward

in its ageless jest.

Seeking eternally for

the gold of springtime,

and the hoped for thrills

of finding wealth

in the far off hills.

In the meantime,

missing the joys

 and the love,

and eternal bliss

of family life,

the fond embrace,

encouraging kiss.

Soon the lust

for gold is gone.

You no longer

care to roam,

but bask in the glow

of coming home,

to the peace and quiet

of a loving home.


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Feb 5, 2010

Bless The Orphans


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We were all put on this earth

to help each other out,

so why are there so many

innocent lives that go without?

Torn from their families

by disasters, famines, or wars,

they are the ones that suffer the most.

It's time we did something

about this awful injustice,

and help bring them some light.

So, bless the orphans of the world,

help them in any way that you can,

and fight the good fight.


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Feb 2, 2010

Growing Old

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Need one ever be told,

age is merely a quality of mind.

If hope has left you cold,

if you no longer look ahead,

if your ambitions fire is dead,

then you sure are growing old.

But, from your life you take the very best,

and, in life, you keep up the lively zest.

Love you still hold true,

no matter how the years fly by.

No matter how the birthdays do pile up,

you still are not too old,

to love and hold your mate to you.

Youth is not merely a time of life,

it too, is only a state of mind.

A zest of mind over matter.

Age is not just a matter of ripe red cheeks,

kissable red lips, and still supple knees.

Youth is a fiery temper of the will,

a quality of imagination,

a youthful vigor of personal emotions.

Youth is the freshness of deep springs of life.

Youth is the temper mental

predominance of courage.

Courage over timidity,

of the still fresh appetite for adventure.

Nobody, but nobody, grows old

by merely living a certain number of years.

People grow old only by

deserting their youthful zestful years.



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