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poetic spell

within a dark blue misty haze
from the eastern global maze
the moon so silent and shy
into the sky makes his way

as if suspended with a thread
hardly seen from spiders-bed
as a dusky whisper from aloft
darts its words,i start to write

midnight blue sky backs the poetry scene
while a multitude of stars shining in
all awaiting for the rising moon
to pour his light on the misty gloom

i watched so that i got into a dream
winged with a fairy poetic theme
the mind and heart took one norm
to finally shape into a poetic form

Copyright © True Feeling

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Mistress Fire

You are beautiful, like fire in the night,
warming me with no boundry
heating me with severity
burning me right,
encircling me with love danger delight,
rattling my manhood's erection
lapping through circulation
engulfing my might,

How could I be in love
with the wind, earth or water
when I have you, my Mistress of Fire,
Enchantress of my blood bud, of my dark dove,
a flamed feathered rub
you lick around my head of history
using red and gold strokes to paint mystery
supernatural seductress of bonfire therapy, I delve,

I stoke you repeatedly with my masculine trunk,
you spray sparks like a star in oval orgasm,
catching you with my soul's hot prism
we give our lust divine spunk,
price for thee, my heart's eternity you've drunk,
You, a woman rediscovering love of song
I, exploring rose ritual in your dawn,
Muse and Poet, minx and hunk  -


Copyright © Justin Bordner

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second tribute

"Destroyed By a Poet"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Precious are the words 
Only your heart can serve 
Every Beautiful thought 
Tends to leave us caught 
Deeply in the mix 
Entertaining the thought of getting a fix 
Strong enough to lift 
The heart in us all, providing a gift 
Relative to what we most desire 
One inspiration that takes us so much higher 
Your eyes touch this when confronted by the mirror 
Every part of you is somehow superior 
Rare, Loveable, all things of that such 
And the fact of knowing you, to this poet means so much 

Copyright © eric boddie

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what is real love

What is real love ?
Should it be plain like a cow ?
Or furious like a bow ?
Or with results for what you sow ?
True love is affection
Real love is determination
Actual love is your close connection
Promising love is your reflection
Outward loves never succeed
Inner loves never have greed
In the case of true lovers
Never do things of cowardice
The world is a stage 
People do unwanted things in a fit of rage
Fill your heart with pure love
Be peaceful like a dove
True love does not need inspections
Only your lovely rhythm sections
If people really love 
They should have done anything for their mourning dove ...
NO! they did not
So what is the meaning of tying a Knot ?
The present world should understand its meaning 
Or else they would be left whining
What is the reason of family disputes ?
Its nothing but the partial love of family members
People are now blind on gods
They do not understand that love is god
O pretty nature 
Why are people not mature
They talk about it
But never understand its meaning - even a bit
O lovely animals
Why are people innerly criminal
All god say love all
Why do their followers say everyone is false before your eye ball
O blue sea
Please answer me
You watch us daily
Tell me - why this discrimination really
O long sky 
The place where birds fly
You always invite so many birds 
But why people , who have come from you see some as different herds
Tell me O green forest
Tell me ...
Why do we practice inequality
Why , even after when we got freedom and liberty 
If people do not feel love
I would not be able to feel even the glove
Love all , Serve all
That's what I can say
Even after you , I and the earth - all lay .......

Copyright © manasvini surya

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The Dragon

The Dragon.

In the mountains near the land of Nord
Their lived a fiery Dragon
He had such hot and fearsome breath
Yet he kept his tail a dragging
Because he knew he wasn't bad
He was shy and that was all
And if he looked too meek and mild
Then folk would treat him cruel.

He met this little lad from Kelt
One day whilst coasting round
With fire belching from his mouth
And roaring fearsome sounds
The little lad was terrified
When he saw this thunder brute
And the dragon he was hurt indeed
As this fear he did intuit.

He said "I'm sorry little boy
But I'd not do you harm
I rasp and roar like this you know
So folk will leave me calm
I really want to be your friend
It's so lonely being me
Then the two they walked off arm in arm
It was beautiful to see.

Socrares Dec 7 2003

For Carol Eastmans contest 'Children's Fable

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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My Cousin Alf

Written by my Cousin Susan Northwood who thinks she cannot write. She wrote this poem for me. pleaser let her know that she can write very well, she is also an excellent artist. By the way, I am back from my holiday, and glad to be back with you all.

My cousin  Alf.

Whilst searching on the net one day
A name jumped out on me
Peter Duggan, as he is known
My cousin, that he be.
A crazy man, a writer too
Speaks his mind, I kid not you
He loves to argue, and debate
Gossip, and trivia, he does so hate.

He wrote me emails, all the time
And many poems in rhythm, and rhyme
His words were calming, made sense to me
Helped my fears,and anxieties.
Life for him had not been kind
Bullied, beaten, and a troubled mind
But here he was, helping me
With all my anger, that He could see

As time did pass, my life got better
Thanks to him, and all his letters
Back and forth, we wrote like mad
Happy laughing, and sometimes sad.
Now here in Oz, I've come to see
My cousin, and his family
Yes he's just how I imagined
Loves all life, and writes with passion.

He argues, talks, and often shouts
Sings, and laughs, but what about?
Yes, he's blunt, and can be rude
He'll shock you too, if you're a prude
But underneath his suit of armour
There stands a man, who's met his karma
All he wants is peace in in life
No more trouble. fights and strife.

There's many souls who cannot cope
With this loud, outspoken bloke
But I know where this man is from
He says it in his words and songs.
So for me he is not Peter
Or Billy, John or Ralph
He simply is my cousin 
Also known as Alf.

Written by Susan Northwood, for Peter Duggan.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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I'm going through and i can
Tomorrow there 'll be a sun
After the storm rainbow comes
Someday I will hear the beat of the drums.

Watching my dream fades away
Hoping to see it once again someday
Nothing left on me anymore
But I 'm going to stand once more.

I promise to keep on moving
Even these fears keep on striking
Hardly trying to take me down
I 'll give it a continuous round.

I 'll never let it end like this
Though I 'm staggering and feeling selfless
Tomorrow I 'll get it done
This heart says I will and I can.

Copyright © Reuben Escarlan

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The Brave Knight

The Brave Knight 

Poignant agonies stabbing the heart of a young chap, 
howling in despair, longing for the furlough,
Away from the intoxicating life of mishap,
Strung out to the white lies he was once told.
Good things come to those who wait, so they said .
Like a saint with so much patience he stayed.

But the reality struck him hard..

Hiding in the fortress won’t get you the buck,
Out on a stallion, fight like a brave knight – well,that might.
Before the plague begin.
Before the bridge get burn,
Before the cavalry is under siege and the gate is open.

All hail the brave knight.

Copyright © Muhamad Amirul Mamat

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Lets have a toast

Lets have a toast for the jerkoffs
Lets have a toast for the assholes 
Lets have a toast for the dirtbags
Lets have a toast for the criminals 
Its not all your fault dickheads

Lets have a toast for the vigilant 
Lets have a toast for the lovers
Lets have a toast for the successful 
Lets have a toast for the truthers
Its not all your work independents 

Lets have a toast for the gooks
Lets have a toast for the guidos 
Lets have a toast for the gringos
Lets have a toast for the jigaboos
Nothing wrong with you 

Lets have a toast for the freedom
Lets have a toast for the liberty
Lets have a toast for the human rights
Lets have a toast for the awaken
Its time to have a toast 

Lets have a toast
For creation
lets have a toast
For being alive
Lets have a toast 



Copyright © Christopher Meyer

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Cousin words can't explain but let me try to it in a frame
 if something in the house break they blame it on the youngest

Cousin if you ask them how they doing they tell you stay out of grown folks business and I'm think you aint nothing but a few years older me

Cousin why if you say something they want to try to to be little you
yeah i be on hush mouth but it not like they mind readers

word come to mind of you  calhoun you are few words short of become a typhoon leadership quality but lead in the wrong way

I told my self if I got older I be good older cousin hey did you go classes today? And funny thing about it either they try colleges and finishes it or they found a trade.

I aint a perfect man but who is  
I aint the waterboy but Im going to hit the bench and get few reps in
I know it is close 4 AM.

 Angry management I think should be told in school
 so many physiology why not put them in schools and what I learn in life

 Is to out think your opponent for right now just words to a page like 
grandpa said family is all you got

never knew why some people did not claim there kin 
I ask what is the world come to.

Copyright © Louis Borgo

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I'm Comin' Home

Well, I'm high on country music.
And my mind, it won't refuse it.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

And I'm high on constellations.
Buddy, I've got relations.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

Now, you see it your way.
And baby, I see it my way.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

'Cause I'm high on country music.
And my mind, it won't refuse it.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

And I'm high on constellations.
And buddy, I've got relations.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

Now, you see it your way.
And baby, I see it my way.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

'Cause I'm high on country music.
And my mind, it won't refuse it.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

Country Music-Lyric By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1996,2014..ALL rights reserved..

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards

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The silent sound of a falling tree
The oil that chokes the dying sea.
They push our planet to its ruin.
These foolish powers, what are they doing?
A tree it falls, to a sorry end.
My mystic tree, my dearest friend.
Oh how I loathe the things they do
They’re taking life from me, and you.

As men get rich with worthless things
Through the damage that greed does bring.
They spill their slime each place they go
As in their wake destruction grows.
With seas a dying, choked of life
As grey green slime be causing strife.
Sea creatures cry and scream with fear
As the planet dies but greed won’t hear.

The ozone layer be growing sick
As populations grow so thick.
The green folk try to combat greed
But their advice those powers don’t heed.
This thing weighs heavy in the air.
The tower crumbles but they don’t care.
This Planet dies I love so well
As mankind paves, its way to hell.

18 May 2014 @ 1142hrs

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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My Name is Violet

I'm social,
filled with compassion,
sensitive to forms of pollution,
but creative who seeks out inspiration.

I am a mystery,
born with the blood of royalty,
recognized of high nobility, 
as wealth surrounds me with luxury,
A dreamer who dreams upon reality,
connecting with the world spiritually an physically.

I am a person who seeks the meaning of life,
the balance between its darkness an light,
I am a person who dreams of accomplishments,
I am someone who desires love an fulfillment,
I am someone you can reasoned with,
I am known as Ms. Violet.

Copyright © verlena dillard

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                          enjoys to take 
                       a ride or just
                   to go for a leisure stride. 
                    Long winding road
                       Wide and free
                            or a narrow
                         straight route 
                    Lure to the eye and for a try
                      promising pile of trees 
                         on pied each a natural
                           beauty pride. Lights...
                        Signals on both sides
                      Providing travelers a guide
                       Keeping them always 
                    on safe side... Our 
                  BREATH of LIFE is like a ROAD
                    Each passing night and day
                       there's a heavy or light load
                       Sometimes a mystery 
                     with a puzzle code
                    Each one efforts 
                  careful to decode
                Thanks, THERE IS GOD
                  that abides... ALWAYS THERE
                      Through all blessings 
                         and trials tide. Bumps 
                      and accidents slowing
                   Even stopping the glide
                      Problems buffering
                             life's tide... Ethics, 
                           justice and society snide
                             they may equal to a lie
                            Whatever comes
                          however things maybe
                       Don't stop; Keep going. Even on a 
                   Dark cocoon... KEEP BELIEVING! KEEP WIN-
              NING! a road like never ending  until it reaches 
          a happening may it be a grand or simple celebration of life
       what is essential... YOU PASSED EACH WAY LIKE IT'S YOUR LAST
Despite heartaches.. Hardships I went through.. I hold on..I keep moving.. Growing..loving.. For at the end of this road there - face to face at last with my Creator.

(C) olive_eloi
REVISED: MAY 05, 2014

Contest: Just down the road
Sponsor: Kelly Dreschler
3rd Place.. Praise GOd.. :D

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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To Music

Sweet sounds so dear—
Pure timeless tones of gladness—
Your melodies bestir my soul to flight—
Through darkest night
And doleful days of sadness—
I thank you for my hope and banished fear,
Oh precious music, mine to hear.

In sorrow born—
From dust to dust we wander,
Lamenting, all too late, come winter frost,
The springtime lost.—
Our lives we vainly squander.
The mourning bells do toll for us, forlorn.—
Oh may we hark to heaven's horn!

Sweet sounds so dear—
Pure timeless tones of gladness—
Your melodies bestir my soul to flight—
Through darkest night
And doleful days of sadness—
I thank you for my hope and banished fear,
Oh precious music, mine to hear.

– Harley White

[Song Lyrics for 'An die Musik' – Franz Schubert (1797–1828) ]

Copyright © Harley White

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Preeminent is the birth of Christ.
We worship his life and seek his devise…

His dominant presence arises.
Aroused is our spirit.
Our soul is incandescent.
We are obligatory to the glory of God.
Luminescent is the essence of The Holy Scripture.

We sing gloriously.
We pulsate victoriously.
The Gospel is our voice harmonically.
Christ died on Calvary.

Hoisted to achieve amazing deeds, our life is a radiance of Heaven’s lights.
We worship the life of Christ.
Ascendant to prophesy of the world, peace is influential while war destroys.
Famine is metaphorically dumbfounded for the knowledge of God’s apostles.
Walk in rightful luminosity.
Insofar, your life is brilliance perceived.

We shout gloriously.
We pine exultantly.
The Gospel is our harmonic expression.
Christ died for our salvation.

Today we praise Christ, the Son.
Today we praise God, the Father.
One does not supersede the other.
Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.

Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.

Croon praise!
Beatify the Lord’s way!
Our reliance is devoted to the Gospel resonated!

In mantra fortifies giving the highest praise to the life of Christ!
Refrain via song augments the Father and the Son.

Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.
Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.
Penned on September 07, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker

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Crunchy golden brown potatoes
Cut unevenly into strips sticks
One maybe half, one and two inches long
Best eaten after freshly fried

So thus us, creations of God
Unequal to wit, might and talents
Yet, daily equip in battle of growing
Not on failing but succeeding

The fries eaten plain or flavored
So is man simple and favored
The fries a fine finger food
So is man by nature is born good

Either served on plate or pouch
Us humans ready to serve and touch
Sometimes bitten bit or whole
Us humans molded clever or fool

by: olive_eloi


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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An eye for an eye

Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter

Eye for Eye.

Folk were listening to our lord
Such a crowd had gathered round
The news of this enigma
Had spread from town to town.
The multitudes all came to him
To hear the words he spake
He’d been speaking there for quite a while
And the day was getting late.

The lord with Passion in his tone
He told those multitudes
{There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners
The good Lords words, their food}
He said to them “now you have heard
An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth
But I give you another law
So listen to my truth”.

“Do not resist an evil person
When struck on the right cheek
Turn to him the other also
Just hear these words I speak
If someone wants to sue you
And take your tunic too
Then let him have your cloak as well
This, I do say to you”.

If someone makes you walk a mile
Then walk with him for two.
Give what one may ask you for
This be the thing to do.
If someone would borrow from you
Then do not turn away.
Hear ye this, it be the truth
These words you hear me say”.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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When you are writing a poem
or a book or your name a letter
you must use plenty of flourish
which to me means something
must shine out to be seen
and noticed and remembered
by whomever is reading your creation
Mark Twain said that using 
the right word can be compared to
lightning and a lightning bug

Copyright © william fox

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I have neither gold or silver..
Sure, I do not have a fever..
Though at times, I shiver..
For something brings me to quiver..

Dear when I am near you..
I smell scents so pure in you..
Ensuing me to devour more..
Heightening my inside's lure..

How could I touch you sweet..
How could I caress you in gyst..
How could I solely stare at you such..
How could I envelop you tight in warmth...

I truly am thinking of you..
Could it be our hearts chained to tune?
Do forget anyhow the dues..
Mindless the talk, It's you I choose..

By: olive_eloi

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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Loosing A Child

It hurts very much,
When the one's you love,
Are ripped from your very life,
It makes you feel as if,
You are not up to being,
The person you should be,
In this dreary everyday world,
That can be so cruel.
So, think about how your life,
Is running it's very course,
And what changes you need to make'
To better your life,
In order to see the happiness,
Of keeping the beautiful thing,
You have created,
And brought into this very world,
So, you can keep this child,
Close to you in your life,
And watch it grow,
To bond with them each and everyday,
So, the child will never grow up,
knowing someone else,
As Mom and Dad,
Pushing you away from their life,
Till the day,
You will be totally gone,
From their hearts and minds,
Which is the sign of disaster all the way,
For it will be the hurt of a lifetime.

Copyright © John Hembree

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Princess Angelina

Princess Angelina

Princess Tinsels baby daughter
Has grown up quite a bit
And my, oh, my, she’s beautiful
Oh, she has all of it
A heart of gold, a lovely form
And she’s so full of bliss
Her name is Angelina
So very sweet she is.

She has a way with animals
That seems at times like magic
She loves all people, all of them
And when their days are tragic
She’ll give them the milk of kindness
She has the healing touch
And even gnomes and bitter demons
They all love her so much.

Angelina, she is loved
By all who hear her name
Folk they come from miles around
To see this girl of fame
One day she will be their queen
And it is plain to see
That when she takes that station on
A wondrous Queen she’ll be.

6 September 2013 @ 0535hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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The poet

The Poet.

Once there lived a poet
In an up and coming town
Where there mostly lived the rich
Though the poor they too were found.
And our young poet was poor indeed
Though his poetry was rich,
But no one saw there any value
Nor it's power to bewitch.

He was starving in a land of plenty
In the springtime of his life.
He lived in a hovel, dark and dim
And his health did give him strife.
But he wrote his words of magic power
Though he knew that he was dying.
And no one stopped to think of him
No one, for he was crying.

So as the last breath left his lungs
He lay a man alone.
He yearned to look through the roof above
As he thought of the nights he'd known,
When stars shone in those clear dark skies
Like twinkling, winking gems.
Then the angel touched him on the lips
He was going home again.

Two hundred years on down the track
His monuments be countless.
And everywhere his poems be read
His name it has been blessed.
How cruel be mankind’s ignorance
When wisdom's cast aside.
As fools they yearn for the gold that glitters
And beauty be denied.

Feb 16 2004.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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You and I are strangers
Obviously don't want any danger
Craving; thirsty and of hunger
Oh! everyone avoid a pretender

You are from afar somewhere
Of which we share something not fever
Camaraderie and ideas so tender
Honesty no doubt a big waver

Maybe in a lifetime once we'll meet
Or maybe will never have chance for a meal
However, If we can settle for a deal
A relationship we can build real

Try to feel, try to feel
Life is like the round wheel
Up and down it does turn
Short or over may give you a burn

Persons everyday come and go
Unto your hands lays the choice
Don't be the unpredictable bingo
Rather humbly be precise...

Friends that we can, forever be
Of pair: A gentleman and a lady
Regardless others say, be steady
Near perfect combination we may be

by: olive_eloi

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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Nine solid months of changes, you carried me
While I am in your womb, You take care for me
Your shape, I unshaped
Your stamina, I weaken

With every food you intake, I partake
With every emotions, I feel you too
With every movement, we both sway
With everything, together you and me

Mama, That I used calling you
Eight to how many hours you labor
That I do not specifically know now
All I know is that you love me so
(Mama, I love you too... )

Together, we go to window shops
Guiding me you never ever stop
To my heartbreaks, you, ready to mend
To my winnings, kudos, you always send

I love you my dearest mama!
Though I don't tell you this much
Evermore to your every touch, 
I am so deeply attach!


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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meaningful words

heavenly faces from angels I see come too me showing me things that will be. this evil is all around me bringing me too my knees. the father yahweh's  warrior ,I am, i'm also his scribe and bestfriend i'd like too think for my peoples sake. many miricles I've see in this world. the name of the holy Christ that died on this earth for our sin truly he was a teacher and friend.  I lye awake at night and god shows me many sites. visions of beauty that lets me know he's real his love they can never still many miricles I worked in his name of the holy Christ that died this earth too pay for our sin truly he was a teacher and a friend. I don't always do things right in the father's siteand my life throws brutality my way. god forgive my shortcomings this time for I was depressed out of my mind. allthese doctors would lock me away if I told them what  I hear and see for the rest of my days if I told them the things I hear and see, think god he releases my heart from that pain,but theres still nightmares that come my way and it happens every day come what may. I promise too fight for your Christians in this worldno matter the storm that comes apone me cause your love sets me free.

Copyright © steven coleman

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A Griffin

I am a griffin
You may touch my happiness
But you will never reach my mind
I see things as they come
Deal with them before they come
And when they come
I take them as they are.

I am a griffin
You may break my heart
But that can never change me
I will reach to make peace
Hope to bring back the loss
Restore the joy and wipe all fear.

I am a griffin
You may stop me
But I will never stop
Reaching for the top
I will always strive to be on top
Never will I allow myself to flop.

A Griffin I am
When you show me your back
I will not hit back
I will let time revenge on my behalf
I will never build on a wrong
But will still remain strong.
Call me Griffins.

Copyright © Griffins Ndhine

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Fall Begins -Ballad Stanza-

The Fairies dress in their warm coats a cool, Fall chill is in the air around them, to the ground, leaves float they dance around, without a care. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Sept.24/2013 I haven't penned one of these for quite a while. I would love to join them in their little dance. :O)

Copyright © Cynthia Jones

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You are my friend..
Come show your hand
Memories we bot had
By gones still be a fad

You are my friend..
I will always understand
For you, I'll take a stand
Uncertain it maybe, no run

You are my friend...
I do not like ever to bend
Try and try we will mend
Love and care always ascend

You are my friend..
I will extend a hand
Even my life I will tend
From God, You are heaven sent

by: olive_eloi
Hope you can check my personal blog as well: Thank you so much for reading my composition… God bless us always….. >> Olive Eloisa ? 

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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A lesson from the Buddha

 A Lesson From the Buddha

The Buddha had been getting round
And listening to the crowd.
He’d often sat there silently
And heard them moan so loud
About their own sad burdens
And all the hurt they’d had.
So he thought up a little plan
That didn’t seem half bad.

He called the crowd together
Said “listen here you guys
I’ve been thinking for a great long while
And I have thought it wise
To grow a special tree for you
And here it lies before you
Now listen well to what I say
I’ll tell you what to do”

He said “this tree before you
It’s to hang your troubles on
Each one of you must go to it
And your troubles will be gone
As you hang them on it’s many branches
Then what you’ll need to do
Is take yourself some others burdens
And make them part of you”

The people thought that this was cool
It seemed a grand old way
To rid themselves of all their burdens
It was a happy day!
As each smiling so broadly
Placed there burdens on the tree
Then they thought for just a while
And they began to see.

As each the truth did hit them
More restless did they get
At least they knew their burdens
So each with no regrets
Did race back to that trouble tree
To grab what they had hung there
The Buddha smiled good humoredly
He had made them all aware.

29 July 2013 @ 1805hrs.

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