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  1. kyliegriffin

    kyliegriffin DI Member

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    the night had deepened
    as we walk along
    these asphalted roads
    slowly drenched with drizzle
    the walk had seemed slow
    the road too long
    your smile warmed me
    amidst the coolness of the night
    the soft pressure of your grasp
    warm and comforting
    i wonder...
    how so soon i have reached
    the end of this road
    shivering and drenched
    when wrapped in in my overcoat
    hands kept in my pockets
    i walk alone..
     
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    "Beatitudes for Parents"
    Blessed are those who make peace with spilled milk and mud, for such is the kingdom of childhood.
    Blessed is the parent who engages not in the comparison of his child with others, for precious unto each is the rhythm of his own growth.
    Blessed are those who have learned to laugh, for it's the music of a child's world.
    Blessed and mature are those who without anger can say No, for comforting to a child is the security of a firm decisions.
    Blessed is the gift of consistency, for it brings heart's ease in childhood
    Blessed are they who accept the awkwardness of growth, for they are aware of the choice between marred furnishings and damaged personalities.
    Blessed are the teachers, for knowledge brings understanding and understanding brings love.
    Blessed are the men and women, who in the midst of the unpromising mundane, give love, for they bestow the greatest of all gifts to each other and to their children, and, in an ever widening circle, to their fellowmen.

    by Marion E Kinnerman from Word for Today
     
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    IF YOU’RE EVER GOING TO LOVE ME

    If you’re ever going to love me, love me now, while I can know
    All the sweet and tender feelings which from real affection flow.
    Love me now, while I am living; do not wait till I am gone
    And then chisel it in marble—warm love words on ice-cold stone.

    If you’ve dear, sweet thoughts about me, why not whisper them to me?
    Don’t you know ’twould make me happy and as glad as glad can be?
    If you wait till I am sleeping, ne’er to waken here again,
    There’ll be walls of earth between us and I couldn’t hear you then.

    If you knew someone was thirsting for a drop of water sweet,
    Would you be so slow to bring it? Would you step with laggard feet?
    There are tender hearts all ’round us who are thirsting for our love;
    Why withhold from them what nature makes them crave all else above?

    I won’t need your kind words when the grass grows o’er my face.
    I won’t crave your love or kisses in my last low resting place.
    So then, if you love me any, if it’s but a little bit,
    Let me know it now while we are living so I can own and treasure it.

    Author unknown.
     
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    By Robert Frost

    1. The Road Not Taken


    TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.


    As a newbe I posted in the wrong section
     
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    Glad to see the corner is still going
    Thanks for the input Panday & Franh
    Great poetry......regards JB
     
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    My daughters friend was killed in a car crash, the funeral took place Friday....

    A poem to David's Mum

    I can only imagine how it feels
    At times it must seem so unreal
    But through the tears and all the pain
    Your sad loss is God's gain

    Right now your heart feels so broken
    With so many words unspoken
    Questions still not answered and reasons not explained,but always remember
    Your sad loss is God's gain

    If only I could turn back the pages of time
    Change the script,the story line
    But your sad loss is God's gain

    Do not grieve for to long
    To a better place your son David has gone
    Take comfort in these words....
    A place in Heaven is well deserved.

    In memory of David Foulkes 14.08.2009
     
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    June 6 1882
    "O love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in thee; I give thee back the life I owe, that in thine ocean depth its flow may richer, fuller be".
    George Matheson
    From U C B word for today.
     
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    Typhoon, Earthquake and Me

    The wind welcomes me
    Gusting like a ghost
    Violently along the runway
    I settle in my safe haven
    I thought I reach the end
    Grateful of a long day journey
    The floor is shaken
    The wave – not always
    Belong to the sea
    Underground
    Making its way
    And things above it
    Swaying, shaking oddly
    I beg to the edifice
    Don’t fall on your knees
    I speak to the window
    Don’t shatter in pieces
    Cause these two great forces
    Would never care
    That between them
    I’m a helpless stranger


    BER
    (Tokyo Aug ‘09)
     
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    Johnboy, I always had problems with understanding the old english language.
    I expected it was about D-day (June 6) but did not know there was a D-day also in 1882 :D
     
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    There may be something in that coincidence jellyfish :smile:
    Sad story behind it all... George Matheson studied at Glasgow University and was told he was going blind, by the time he finished his studies was infact blind
    His fiancee sent back their engagement ring with a note saying "I cannot go through life bound by the chains of marriage to a blind man".
    George became a powerful and poetic Pastor.
    At his Sister's wedding he was deeply moved with memories of the love he had lost, he never married. He wrote the poem to God as reminder of the love God had for him and how despite all, to give his life and soul back to him (God).
    This story and much more can be read in the pages of the Word for Today published by United Christian Broadcasters.It's free to anyone and they rely on donations......regards JB
     
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