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Post by Dream Loxley on May 4, 2007 5:20:17 GMT -5
With so many of us busy with real time work and chores........ I count my blessings as I watch the flurry of birds through my opened doors.....each busy either feeding their young or keeping their nests in order, protecting their eggs....... The sun is shining and I have accomplished several of the tasks I set myself this morning......others will follow as and when I am able.
The following poem often comes to mind, I thought it might at least allow you all to sit a while.......take a breath. Perhaps others may like to post a poem or peice that they feel appropriate as the days pass by.
"LEISURE"
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
By Wm. Henry Davies.
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Post by Dream Loxley on May 14, 2007 4:03:46 GMT -5
There are so many to choose from by William Wordsworth 1770–1850 But simply because he was born in Cumberland and spent many years living and writing in the very places I spent the weekend.  A FLOCK of sheep that leisurely pass by,
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky;
I have thought of all by turns, and yet do lie
Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies
Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees;
And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry.
Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay,
And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth:
So do not let me wear to-night away:
Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth?
Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
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Post by Halethala on May 14, 2007 6:13:00 GMT -5
A fitting topic of late, Deram, easily related. In honor of the prettiest month: May I FEEL newer life in every gale; The winds, that fan the flowers, And with their welcome breathings fill the sail, Tell of serener hours-- Of hours that glide unfelt away beneath the sky of May. The spirit of the gentle south-wind calls From his blue throne of air, And where his whispering voice in music falls, Beauty is budding there; The bright ones of the valley break Their slumbers, and awake. The waving verdue rolls along the plain, And the wide forest weaves, To welcome back its playful mates again, A canopy of leaves; And from its darkening shadow floats A gush of trembling notes. Fairer and brighter spreads the reign of May; The tresses of the woods With the light dallying of the west-wind play; And the full-brimming floods, As gladly to their goal they run, Hail the returning sun. James Gates Percival |
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Post by Dream Loxley on May 18, 2007 9:08:00 GMT -5
Thats nice Letha Dust if you must
Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
to paint a picture, or write a letter,
bake a cake, or plant a seed.
Ponder the difference between want and need.
Dust if you must, but there is not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb!
Music to hear, and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there
with the sun in your eyes and the wind in your hair,
a flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
this day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go, and go you must,
you, yourself, will make more dust!
Anonymous......who is so very right |
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Post by Dream Loxley on Jun 11, 2007 5:10:39 GMT -5
I borrowed this from another board and wanted to share it...........wonderful and very meaningful words. Keep Believing in Yourself and Your Special DreamsThere may be days when you get up in the morning and things aren't the way you had hoped they would be. That's when you have to tell yourself that things will get better. There are times when people disappoint you and let you down, but those are the times when you must remind yourself to trust your own judgments and opinions, to keep you life focused on believing in yourself and all that you are capable of.
There will be challenges to face and changes to make in your life, and it is up to you to accept them. Constantly keep yourself headed in the right direction for you. It may not be easy at times, but in those times of struggle you will find a stronger sense of who you are, and you will also see yourself developing into the person you have always wanted to be.
Life is a journey through time, filled with may choices; each of us will experience life in our own special way. So when the days come that are filled with frustration and unexpected responsibilities, remember to believe in yourself and all you want your life to be, because the challenges and changes will only help you to find the dreams that you know are meant to come true for you. ~~~~~Deanna Beisser |
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Post by Halethala on Jul 1, 2007 7:44:47 GMT -5
This is too good a thread to let lie asleep . .
Just a few short snippets I've come across lately . .
Fair seedtime had my soul,
and I grew up
Fostered alike by beauty
and by fear . . .
~ William Wordsworth
"Always learn poems by heart," she said. "They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like flouride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay."
~ Janet Fitch
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Post by Sir Kyle Draven on Jul 2, 2007 14:01:04 GMT -5
Just something to show how I feel of all of you for letting me in the Windstorm family *S*
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone we treasure
for our friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives
with beauty, joy, and grace.
And makes the whole world we live in
a better and happier place.
- Jean Kyler McManus
Hope you enjoyed. See you soon. *S*
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Post by Dream Loxley on Jul 2, 2007 16:56:39 GMT -5
 Love to see all these wonderful poems.......and to share. Thankyou xxxx
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Post by Repsol on Jul 12, 2007 9:01:00 GMT -5
This is a first.
Faint echoes from afar
I know not whence they come,
nor what they are
But only feel
that those we learned to love
gaze out of a blue heaven with golden eye
We see them, from our darkness, bright above
And hear them sigh
~Forget me Not~
by William Sparks
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Post by Sinold Bragasson on Jul 12, 2007 17:47:35 GMT -5
So many faces in and out of my life
Some will last
Some will just be now and then
Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes
I'm afraid it's time for goodbye again
Billy Joel
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Post by ~Eiluna~ on Jul 13, 2007 0:59:15 GMT -5
Something for Thorgrim... and all of us...
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
~Mary Frye
(attributed to)
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Post by Halethala on Jul 13, 2007 9:12:51 GMT -5
Not a poem, but lyrics are often poetry of a sort . . and this one was a huge comfort a few months ago when I just felt like life could no longer be borne . .
Could I . . by Kim McMechan
Could I just sit here a while
Know that there’s nothing that
I need to say
Safe in the knowledge that
you know my ways
Love me completely
no need to hide a thing
Could I just stay here a while
Letting you melt away
all of my fears
I feel your comfort when
you are so near
I’ll hide myself in this
shelter you’ve made for me
Could I
Could I
Could I just kneel here a while
Doing what I was
created to do
Bowing in reverence I
long to adore you
Willingly giving all that I can surrender
Could I just rest here a while
Letting you whisper my
burdens away
In all of my journeys there’s
no other place
Where I find refuge strength for
my weary heart
Could I
Could I
Could I
Could I
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Post by Dream Loxley on Jul 24, 2007 4:14:15 GMT -5
Smiling as I read again the beautiful words left here with so many meanings and posted from the hearts of those still trying to ease the pain of T's passing. I know he was a great poet himself and also enjoyed the many inspirational songs from the Moody Blues. Perhaps the words of this song, Dawn is a Feeling may help us to remember, as T often reminded us...... each new day is a gift to treasure and use wisely. Dawn is a feeling
A beautiful ceiling
The smell of grass
Just makes you pass
Into a dream
Youre here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to
You look around you
Things they astound you
So breathe in deep
Youre not asleep
Open your mind
Youre here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to
Do you understand
That all over this land
Theres a feeling
In minds far and near
Things are becoming clear
With a meaning
Now that youre knowing
Pleasure starts flowing
Its true life flies
Faster than eyes
Could ever see
Youre here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to
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Post by Sir Kyle Draven on Jul 26, 2007 12:15:55 GMT -5
Theseare some great poems I have read here on the boards. I love poetry and wish I could express my self in words such as these. I love friendship poems, as I love all my friends and like to hold them to my heart. *S* I hope you enjoy.
A Friend's Greeting
I'd like to be the sort of friend that
you have been to me;
I'd like to be the help that
you've been always glad to be;
I'd like to mean as much to you
each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine,
to me along the way.
I'd like to do the big things and
the splendid things for you,
To brush the gray from out your skies
and leave them only blue;
I'd like to say the kindly things that
I so oft have heard,
And feel that I could rouse your soul
the way that mine you've stirred.
I'd like to give you back the joy
that you have given me,
Yet that were wishing you a need
I hope will never be;
I'd like to make you feel as rich as I,
who travel on
Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to
lean upon.
I'm wishing at this time that I
could but repay
A portion of the gladness that
you've strewn along my way;
And could I have one wish this year,
this only would it be:
I'd like to be the sort of friend
that you have been to me.
- Edgar A Guest -
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Post by Halethala on Sept 25, 2007 9:00:10 GMT -5
Not a poem . . but poetic . .
"To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am not solitary while I read and write, though nobody is with me. But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and vulgar things. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime. Seen in the streets of cities how great they are! If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of god which has been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their astonishing smile."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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