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A Ripple In Time

A new borns cry
Tearful last good bye

Swaying waves of golden prairie grass
Shifting desert dunes - an hour glass

An acorn dropping among forest leaves
To mighty oak - a lifetime of dreams

The changing moon - to full again
Each morn' the sun - new skies begin

Eagles soar high - our hearts go there
These ripples in time - we all share

©Donna Jones


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The Old Painter

 
sublime my paintings, memory be
lost in time, I now must see

where once the gale winds trembled chill
wrapped in blankets, remember still

a touch, a kiss, the summer sun
from deep within, must now be spun

I frolic to and fro in time
my brush, alas..... can only mime

I still can hear cicadas' whine
but yearn for yellow celandine

tho memories fade, my spirit thrives
aflush! my paintings will survive!


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Your Child's Eyes

The innocence lost so long ago
The undying faith we used to know
The gentle rain of a summer's skies
You can find it all in your child's eyes.

The world was right one time it seems
And we could reach beyond our dreams
To meet a challenge of any size
That fire still burns in your child's eyes.

In a world of anger and miscontent
And the frustrations of a life misspent
And you wait in fear as the storms arise
You can still find peace in your child's eyes.

Take the time for all those things
Hear his words: feel the joy he brings
There is no hate; there are no lies
There is only love in your child's eyes.


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It's only time

For the lark she sings in her morning song,
That brightens up my day.
The pitter patter of tiny drops,
Clouds fill the sky with grey.

The dampened ground, that familiar smell,
Now quenched refreshed anew.
Brings forth forgotten memories,
Of a time that I once new.

Like grains of sand they ebb and flow,
Those minutes of the day.
In lines of endless moments,
That brought forth that child at play.

For is this just like déjà vu
For some time I’ve been alone.
Now standing here now humble,
To all these things I’ve known.

With gentle face a youthful pose,
As we danced the night away,
A tender touch a knowing gaze,
No need for words to say.

For what is love but a feeling?
As hearts melt into one.
With the blessings of good fortune,
 Now Care free and full of fun.

For they say that hopes eternal,
And all things come to he who waits.
Or is that for other people,
For nothing seems that straight.

Given in reflected thought,
To those oh so special years.
Brought back in just a heart beat,
I wipe away the tears.

© N windle


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Life is a Dance

Sometimes life is such a bore we run on automatic;
Then it’s time to tango for a dash of the dramatic.
Or when things are dull and only gusto will suffice,
We cha-cha or calypso to inject a dose of spice.

We hustle off to work each morning, foxtrot through the day
And hope that time’s electric slide just melts the hours away.
At clock-out time we say goodbye and jitterbug on out;
We hokey-pokey home because that’s what it’s all about.

Some easy days we waltz on by; we’re caught up in the swing
And lindy-hop or tap our way through all that life can bring.
We may go round in circles or, to deal with our despair,
Find someone we can partner with and do-so-do with flair.

For life is like a dance and we are held within its sway;
We dip and twirl and fake the steps, from polka to ballet.
The music of the atmosphere imbues us with its beat
And if we choose to hear it, we just follow with our feet.


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Time Machine

Ride with me on my time machine to a different time and place
Return with me and let me see if I can put a smile upon your face
To the days of AM radio and the TV was black and white
To lying in a grassy field and counting stars at night
Popcorn and soda in the balcony at a Saturday matinee
Parades led by the High School Band on Decoration Day
Dressing up and going door to door on the night of Halloween
Cigarettes rolled in your shirt, pretending to be James Dean
Pep rallies before the football games, everybody stand and cheer
Going in the woods with your friends at night, sharing a quart of beer
That feeling inside, turning red, when she smiled at you at the dance
Wanting to kiss her goodnight, but you were afraid to take a chance
Playing chase tag at night in the neighborhood, hiding behind a tree
Holding hands with your first steady, so all your friends could see
Medicine Show at the end of town in a giant canvas tent
Saving pennies for a rainy day, fasting on candy for Lent
Going for a Sunday ride with Mom and Dad in the family car
Playing in the yard at night, putting lightning bugs in a jar
Drag racing on that long stretch of road, Chevy was hard to beat
Stealing peaches from a neighbor’s tree, always seemed so sweet
Riding bikes all over town, never knowing the meaning of fear
Identifying cars by their tail lights, make and model and year
News and Stooges at the theatre before the movie starts
Valentine’s day I love you written on tiny candy hearts
Easter bonnets and picking flowers for Mom on Mother’s Day
Opening day at the community pool the last weekend in May
Sock hop in the auditorium, collar up, trying to play it cool
Meeting friends at the usual place, everyday after school
Six for a quarter on the juke box, music that would move your soul
Return with me now to those glory days and the birth of rock and roll.


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Loving

Loving is to through a pebble into the sea
and the ripple become a wave
to plant a seed
and it become a tree
to cook a meal
and it become a feast
to build a house 
and it become a home
to shine a light 
and it become a beacon
to speak a name
and it impart trust
to see what lies benieth
what is seen on the surface
to hear the secrets
of the heart being told
to touch and give 
comfort to a human being
to feel empathy instead
of sympathy in time of need
to let love be measured
by decades and deeds
where words are the least 
of expressions of these
but summerize the tears, fears
and tongue of our God
a relationship with both 
mate and Diety we laud
with works and prayers
love is more than words
it is the path we trod
love is a blanket
covered to keep warm
love is a needle
sewing socks while a fire burns
love is waking
before the break of dawn
love is baking and taking out
before it burns
love is a love note
found 
during the day
love is thought
finding words to say
love is sometimes saying
"You can have it your way"
and love is duality in saying
"Lord give US this day"
where hell and high water
have no say
a sacred trust
in giving time away
love is forgiving all that
is abroad
love is not giving 
that which belongs
to God
the only place to find this love
it is the place we call heaven
up high above


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The Seamstress of Time

I have a special story I wish to share
About a seamstress beautiful and fair

She would fade away turning into smoke
Of her amazing beauty, no man would joke

The spiraling smoke would then re-form
I know only an angels face could be so warm

Before her a beautiful quilt was spread
Upon it the story of my life was said

As she once again started to dissipate 
She said, “Mike this quilt records your fate”

As the smoke traveled over to a new place
And then formed together creating her face

Looking over her shoulder back at me
She said, “This area will hold what has yet to be”

Most of the quilt looked like twisted evil tattoo
Simply because, my life’s quilt was quilted true

I looked the quilt over and then met her gaze
She was so beautiful in so many different ways

The last part of the quilt way over to the right
Showed the beauty of someone changing their plight

Upon her beautiful hand, which seemed so nimble
I noticed she was wearing my grandmother’s thimble 

From a young maiden so beautiful to see
My grandmother appeared right in front of me

I guess up in heaven we return to our youth
My grandmother was beautiful; such is the truth

I thought of the price grandma was asked to pay
The shame of knowing I had turned out that way

I thought of her sitting there stitching my shame
My grandmother didn’t deserve an eternity of pain

She said, “Michael be still with the pain in your heart,
Your story encourages others to make a new start.”

“The deeper the wrong the stronger the right
I always knew my boy would take up the fight”

With a smile much brighter than an ice covered sea
She said, “I love the man my boy has grown up to be”

As she turned to the quilt and started to sew
She said, “Michael, its now time for you to go.”

“Believe in your story believe in your truth
For Salvation is the true fountain of youth”

One night in a dream, which I’ll hold forever divine
I learned; my Grandmother is now,” The Seamstress of Time”


When I was a boy I would help my Grandmother roll
her quilt, find her glasses, as well as, her thimble. I 
never thought about how amazing her art truly was.
From a pile of rags she would make the most beautiful
quilt's. I sleep under one of her quilts to this very day. 



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Horse From Mars

HORSE FROM MARS

It came from the sky, a gray silver stallion.
I looked up high, and I have also seen a dragon.

With so many things in this universe.
I'm on stand-by with a camera in my purse. 

Who would have known I'd be the first to spot a PEGASUS.
The town folks wave hi every time I walk my hippopotamus.

I enjoy showing everyone, my pictures of a flying horse.
I don't see why they call a DOCTOR every time I call the TASK FORCE

I think they are jealous over all the things I've seen.
They act all crazy since I sighted a LEPRECHAUN when I was fourteen.

No one ever believed me when I saw an army of dragonflies.
They have a name for me "the boy who See's too much in the skies!"

I don't know why they can't see what I see.
For all I know they are all experiments under Alien Technology.

They don't believe me how I got this magic MEDALLION.
It was a friendly gift from the silver stallion.

I also have many pictures of a  UNICORN.
We became best-friends when he gave me a piece of its magic horn.

We sat together while he drank from the lake.
We enjoyed talking, --talking about how U.F.O.'s are fake.

Why can't they see? The day I fell off a boat, I got rescued by a MERMAID!
Who would have known a mermaid swim around with first-aid.

I also remember the day I followed a LEPRECHAUNS.
We were playing under the rainbow having so much fun.

When I told my doctor about all the things I've seen.
He locked me in a DUNGEON, thinking I was the ALIEN QUEEN.

I begged and I told him I don't believe in any type of alien.
Too bad the master of this dungeon came from another region.

In a way he looks like that one SILVER STALLION from Mars.
The first creature I'd seen the day I fell off the monkey bars.

I have this picture of this horse of course.
JUST help me out of this white-jacket!!! ;-)
If you want to see the coolest picture of a flying horse. 

   ~SKAT~
       &
(A small collaboration with: B-Boy)

re-post for ~FUNNY CONTEST


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DRUNKEN POET

         *DRUNKEN POET*

There I see him sitting like a dummy.
Asking me for more shots of rummy

Talking about his detox days.
Talking about his poetic ways.

Rhyming my eyes comparing them to the moon.
Whispering lines saying he wants too spoon.

Next thing you know his words start getting deep.
Poeting out words revealing he's the family's black sheep.

His blood shot level was releasing his emotional word.
Dreaming that I was in a bath like a dirty bird.

Intoxicated with a breath so refreshing.
Designing me a thousand  passionate ones in the meshing

Falling for his physical and mental temporary drunken state       
His sense of intellectual things where hitting me real straight.

Swallowing his words like a forbidden love potion
I excessively indulged him with more alcohol to inspire his motion

Admitting to me that love was his downfall. 
For me he fell from the stars and than began to crawl.

Proposing a toast for the sake of love
Rambling how I'm the only one he's dreaming of

Nourishing me with his ocean water of affection
Re-bonding his words for me to be his resurrection

Call me crazy for feeling the connection!
Allowing him to penetrate his poetry in me like an injection.

A character so loving above a 99% liquor proof test.
Romancing me with the disguise that he is the best.

Restraining myself from this drunken poet called my husband
Remembering that he is the one fool I can not stand

In his most charming rhyme he called me his rehab.
By that time I knew it was time to call him a cab.

Reminding him about his Alcoholic Anonymous class.
Now all of a sudden he starts acting like an a$$!

Putting his drunken sober poet mind  to sleep.
Anyways tomorrow he will still be the same poetic romantic creep!

BY: P.D.


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Set Yourself Free

Go now, rest your weary heart.
Against the soft moonlit night.

Walk into the valley of peace and tranquility.
Loosen those chains that bind your soul.

Let them fall to the ground, never look back.  
Let the veil of time lift you up.

As the last breath of life seeps from your lips.
Float out of this world and into the light.

Through the veil of time, go now, no time to wait.
For now you are free, free to be who you really are.

Imagine you flying against the golden sun.
Fly with the spirits who light the nights.

Go now to the world beyond time.
Worn out with lost dreams are you.

Go now and let them come true.
Set yourself free from these bones. 



 Feb. 29th  2012   leap year 


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Time

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                                           Eventually time will destroy everything
                               and its sands will be clay, dust, ashes...nothing







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Yesterday

Yesterday

Yesterday I forgot the shade of your eyes
I struggled to remember your touch
Today I forgot the sound of your voice 
Each day I don't miss you so much
In the end you only brought me sorrow
I wonder what I won't remember tomorrow


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To touch a dream

Dreams come in many forms
Some are cold and others warm

Some play like a movie in black and white
And some are no less than a guiding light

Some are visions of times to come
Some just simply leave us numb

Some we remember and some we forget
Some we cherish and some we regret

Some we just can't help but treasure
Some give us embarrassing pleasure

I close my eyes and dream of you
All the things I've put you through

See I had a dream that went sour
An awful dream of money and power

Then I learned one cold hard day
Some dreams take years to pay

Sometimes reality is clearly seen
Another will soon touch my dream

As these tears run down my face
Some dreams are just to good to waste

I can only imagine the pain in you
Trying hard to be faithful and true

Sweetheart some dreams are to hard to play
As I slowly start to fade away

A single year has came and went
I have seven more at eighty-five percent

Sometimes reality is sad as can be
Sweetheart I want you to let go of me

I learned love is worth more than gold
You deserve somebody to hold

This type relationship is totally insane
I want you to free yourself of my pain

If our love is truly meant to be
My dream will bring you back to me

Strength of character  is hard to find
As I treasure yours please treasure mine

I believe our love can break the mold
Be a timeless romantic story told

About two lovers who broke apart
In order to save each others hearts

And let their love be a miracle seen
By having faith to touch a dream


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The wreck

The last few weeks have been real hard
You see the "dealer of life" deals the cards
As the trials and blessings come and go
It's true we must reap what we sow
At times the trials are many and the blessings are few
Just let the light of your soul shine on through
Yesterday I walked to the bridge over the creek
By the time I got there I was tired and weak
As I sat on the bridge taking a break
Questioning "how much more can I take"
A speeding drunk driver lost control
I watched it unfold nice and slow
Sometimes the blessings are clear to see
They crashed into the rail right next to me
My guardian angel said soft as could be
I'll never give up on you don't give up on me
These last few weeks I have felt rather low
With a deep down emptiness up in my soul
So regardless of the pain or length of the fight
I reckon it's once again time for me to write
For my pen is the tool that I use to see
The power of the Lord working in me


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~ BYE ~ : -(

.     ~ BYE ~

Its time to say bye! 
I have no reason why?

This site was fun from day to day.
Poetry came in a fun way of play.

Goodbye to all my friends.
Don't worry this won't be the end.

Maybe later I will be back.
With a better nit knack.

I never believed in writers block.
But I've been accused of hanging out with this flock.

Now I know writers block is true.
I will miss every single one of you.

Later I will explain things  in my blog.
How the soup is an addicting hog.

Who knows how long it will take p.d. to post again.
I will always come back and read all my favorite poet friends.

To all my commenter's or he & she that placed me as a favorite poet.
WOW! To all my comments and you know it.

Even the poets I never got the chance to know.
Thank you all for making my poetry grow.

Right now it's time to say bye!
Every now and than I will say Hi!

Everyone sooner or later has to rock & roll.
This is my cue to go!

Always BY; P.D.


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- Diamonds In The Snow -


Sparkling snow crystals in a bright blue winter wonderland in your hand
A lovely thought about my pretty and beloved mother land

If you see angels in the snow you can remember the time with romance
Enjoy the tranquility descend while giving your childhood a second chance

Snow glistened and sparkled as the most beautiful diamonds at first glance
It was almost a little magic in what happened.... or was it romance

Childhood memories aroused when you see the rabbit tracks in the snow by chance
Oh, so rich I felt as a child in the clear, cold winter nights in snow crystals dance

Small red kids boots in sharp contrast to the white snow and a diamond remnants
Childrens eyes shining in delight and snow crystals sparkle of happiness evidence




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Sponsor :Gail Angel Doyle
Contest Name:A Diamond's Remnants
Deadline:	1/15/2014 12:00:00 



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A Bull Rider's Heart

We are all so young,,, even the ‘old hands’
Imagining a time with no bull rope is hard to plan
 
It’s riding with a heart and unflagging spirit revealed
That’s a most fitting description of what’s usually concealed
 
The dream most have had since they were born
About riding horses, bulls, and such without scorn
 
It’s about the ride, that 8 seconds of time
That lead you and the bull to a place uniquely sublime
 
Riding bulls or whatever, it really don’t matter
As long as your heart, your family, and your thoughts aren’t scattered
 
Whether it’s the big show or not, you really don’t mind
You’d ride a milk cow if she’d fly out the gate, so inclined.
 
So even if you ride for the money, or the fame
No matter what you draw, you look for no blame
 
Because even though bones, and tendons are often broken
And if you’re deemed old because your thirty something year is now unspoken
 
It’s really the heart that prevails when the body can’t follow
And provides that last 8 seconds, that make you feel less hollow
 
And,,, when someday your heart and mind don’t yearn for the ride,
It’s time to reflect and possibly stand off to the side.
 
Life doesn’t end for there’s still plenty to do
There is always a new bull rider that wants to be you
 
They may need a hand, and inspiration or two
And a true bull rider’s heart is to return the gift given you.


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The Shifting Stars

I lay me on the grassy lawn
And watch the stars, they're floating on

While one comes out from round the eaves
Across the sky another leaves

The sky is slowly shifting round
So different stars are always found

The dipper turns just like a clock
Without a sound of tick or tock

It turns about that central star
That guides the sailors from afar

While with it sails Queen Cassie's throne
And all the constellations known

Tonight's a clear and peaceful night
The moon is gone, the stars are bright

I slowly drift to seas of dreams
Alights with pinprick starlit streams

I'm thinking all the charming while
With placid face and hinting smile

That when I wake in early morn
Some different stars will be reborn


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There was a time

The pendulum motions to and fro,
From the clock upon the wall.
As the second ebb like grains of sand,
For one by one they fall.

Through the window of the dim lit room,
For outside, lies a world of grey,
For thoughts now turn to yester year,
That seems so far away.

With freckle on skin and golden hair,
Topped with lace like bonnet fair.
Upon a face a smile of glee,
As little feet splash in the sea.

A bucket clenched in fingers tight,
With spade to match its colors bright.
 In awe and wonder of many things,
 Through eyes so young that new life brings.

  N  Windle.   MMXI.


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Kiss The Rain

              Kiss The Rain


I dug the earth with sharpened blade
I turned it with that hefty spade
For hours my arms did sweat and toil
To prepare for you the soil

I made it smooth with my long rake
The stones remove and clods to break
I work to make your little heads
Warm and comfy in your beds

A furrow straight and deep I draw
And place you tender in that score
I cover you, make sure your firm
Hope your safe there with the worm

And so for now my toil is done
Its up to you the rain and sun
For I have done all that I know
To encourage you to grow

From time to time I look to see
If you have broken through for me
For I would love to see again
You soak the sun and kiss the rain


R D Seal   25 Feb 13


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That Old Red Barn

I ran by this thing with haste, that malevolent beast as to school I went
Centered In a beautiful field i never played, because we all knew of the shallow graves.

We never saw them, no one dared to find them, and no one ever even looked
For the other children that were buried there, trust for a child is given by word of mouth.

The rumors grew, as the tulips did in the field that held That Old Red Barn.
A child’s fancy, the minds plaything sometimes given over to the rule of what it thinks must 
be

Because Jennifer said it, it must be so; I don’t dare to find out the actual truth. I’m not that 
brave
So I leave it alone, this beautiful thing, because the cover does not always tell the story 
within.


If I had given it a second glance and not been so scared that I didn’t notice,
That just beyond the reaches of the trees at its circumference laid a house of golden hue

And in those walls, a grander story than even of that of “That Old Red Barn”
A family of two … now ancient to me spent their time growing corn and raising grain

That would one day come to the table I sat, nourishing me and giving me strength.
Letting me have the energy I need, to quickly run by “That Old Red Barn”
So that I could fly past this place that they built and in their hearts would always treasure
I don’t think that they knew of the fear it instilled all because of one child’s rants

But now that I know and am older now, I look out my front door and see what they mean
This Beautiful Field and “That Old Red Barn” once seemed a curious creature

Full of fear and malevolence, they were too old to invest the time to restore it to splendor
So I purchased from them all this vastness of pleasure, That Beautiful Field, and yes “That 
Old Red Barn”

Written By: Ryland Joshua Matthews
Date: 11/13/2010


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The Old Red Barn and I

The first time I painted the old red barn

I was twenty years old and the skies were blue.


There it sat in the middle of the hay field

Waiting to be immortalized on canvas.


The second time I painted the old red barn

I was thirty-nine and my life was in turbulence.


The fall thunderclouds predominated the picture.

The hayfield almost orange with the coming sunset.


The last time I took my easel to the field

The barn had faded to a dusty rose colour,


But the skies were blue and the clouds were fluffy.

The hay waved joyously in the breeze.


The barn and I had both aged and faded with time

But we were still blessed with the sun shining on the hay.



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Sometimes Time


From past to the present and then into future sometimes time is like a saint and sometimes a butcher.


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Interest on Time

Loaned to all at one’s birth, a life and time,
For some, a life time paying back every dime.



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A GREAT TIME

                    A GREAT TIME

We are at the P.S.convention at a table of four.
Sitting at our table was me,Michael and two more.

They were speaking about poetry and our poet friends.
We're laughing and saying to each other hope this night
                            never ends.

They were late but Andrea and Linda-Maria finally showed.
Andrea said the reason we're late we had to find a place
                  to park so we wouldn't get towed.

    So as the night wynnded down and fun was over.
        Remember a poetry friend is like no other.
                      Teresa Skyles
Teresa,Michael,Andrea,Linda-Marie
Entered in Michael Falotico's"A table of four"contest


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Pitcher Perfect

The Lord poured me, a pitcher of time.
For my personal use, it was only mine.

A generous portion, it seemed I got.
I wasted so much, I poured out a lot.

Exchanged for things, not a bargain in the end.
I can't get time back, it's not something I lend.

My pitcher's half empty, thankfully not too late.
I finally come to learn, what really satiates.

Time spent with people, poured into their lives.
Nourishing their spirits, makes my soul thrive.

Flowers now bloom, as I walk on life's path.
People are my pleasure, I smile and I laugh.

Thankful for each drop, a gift from on high.
Connected to a source, that never runs dry.

My waters of time, are converted to wine.
I give it back to God, it is no longer mine.

When this life is over, I will leave this land.
Off to eternity, as God takes my hand.


Drakes response inspired the wine stanza.


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If Just For Today

If just for today ,could you take someones hand,
Look into their eyes and say, " I understand".

If just for today, could you not judge someone so fast.
Think about tomorrow and forget about the past.

If just for today, could you try to do your part,
forget about everything else, and give from the heart.

If just for today, could you open your arms wide.
Isn't it about time that you threw away, that pride.

If just for today, could you take a look around.
Bask in the simplicity, of every little sound.

If just for today, be aware of the words you say.
Thank God for his mercy and take time to pray.

If just for today, put the little things behind,
you'll be surprised at what you may find.

If just for today why don't you put an end,
to that silly argument that you had with a friend.

If just for today remember out Lord above,
fill your day with laughter and people you love.

One day is a moment, but it can become two.
you would be amazed at all the "ifs" you can do.


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If I could turn time--

Happily down the memory lane, stroll and hop I would Turn back the hands of ticking time, if and only if, I could... For Susan's Time Contest 28/8/2012


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Time In The Sand

                                            Like a leaf floating down the stream...
                                 I'm tossed lightly around rocks and others dreams...

                                         The sun catches me and colors my skin...
                                    As other poets and dreamers ride in my spins...

                               The view changes as life plays with my taken course...
                               And staying on track is a project that can't be forced...

                            Where this journey will end only God can hold in his hand...
                     I will just climb through the hour glass and play in the trickling sand...