A Poem

[Serena]

Roses are red, violet's are blue,
I came to this forum, didn't know what to do.

Many nice people here, helped me out,
Now I feel, just like one of the crowd.

SERENA,AMOS and MANY MORE
thanks you, for helping me open the door.

I feel welcome, and I am honored to be one of the crowd,
I am glad I joined,now if I can just keep Amos from getting out.

I have a good time,every time I come to this site,
hope to stay for a long time,as long as Amos don't bite.

All he thinks about is food,
I guess, his appetite must be realy good.

Joking asite,just letting you all know,
I am having a good time, no matter which site on this forum I go.!


Anneliese

Anneliese, I'm so sorry I didn't comment on this before. I meant to when I read it, got distracted, and forgot to go back. Been a lot on my mind lately. Can't imagine what. :indiffere

Anyway, I'd like to thank you for including me in this. That was very sweet, and it's much appreciated at a time when things have been more upside down than right-side up.

You ARE one of the crowd now, you know.
Heaven help you.

 

[Anneliese]

Yes, I know, Heaven help me,for being one of the crowd now!!!!

Just when things started to calm down, something else happened.

Life is a B****, and than you die. .What else can I say!

We'll manage to get over this too, I hope!

Take care

Anneliese

 

[Storm]

You know? I wonder how many people would trade this **** of a life to live just one more day if they could survive at the expense of an inmate.
It's something that was often mentioned in recounts of people in concentration camps who wanted to live at all costs.
My point is it is a precious thing. We are here a short time.
And yes,you are one of us crowds

 

[Anneliese]

You know? I wonder how many people would trade this **** of a life to live just one more day if they could survive at the expense of an inmate.
It's something that was often mentioned in recounts of people in concentration camps who wanted to live at all costs.
My point is it is a precious thing. We are here a short time.
And yes,you are one of us crowds

Good point, Storm
When our time comes, we would trade trade this ***** of a life to live just one more day or see that special person just one more time:apeace:
Sometimes, we do forget ,just how precious life is.:apeace:

Anneliese

 

[Jules]

SPEAK SOFLY NOW OF ANGELS

Speak sofly now of angels
Within the twilight's glow
While earth is hushed and quiet
And the sun is sinking low.
Speak sofly now of peaceful things
That soothe the troubled soul.
Prepare your heart for vespers
Upon some grassy knoll.
Speak quietly and listen
For the still, small voice of God,
Or the gentle rush of angel wings
As day begins to nod.
Speak kindly of your fellow man
As you kneel to pray
And embrace the face of Heaven
As daylight fades away.
Speak sofly now of angels
And pack your cares away
As you come into His presence
At twilight time each day.

~ Clay Harrison

 

[Purplelotus1]

I meant to comment earlier Jules on how much I enjoyed the poem you posted but once again I have to make my contribution late. That's me a day late and a dollar short. PL

 

[Jules]

Thanks Pur!!


Here is another I found:

MY SHEPARD WALKS NEAR
~Kay Hoffman

The Lord is my Sheperd,
He walks ever near
To guide and protect me
each day of the year.

Beside the still waters,
through meadows so fair,
On life's troubled pathways
I'm safe in His care.

His rod and His staff
reassure me anew,
No hills are too steep,
He's walking there too.

He prepares a table
with gifts from above,
and binds up my wounds
with His tender love.

Through all of my days
no harm will I fear,
It comforts me to know
my sheperd walks near.

~Kay Hoffman

 

[Jules]

Love

LOVE

~Just saying that "I love you" doesn't mean a thing at all, for loving words fly like the birds, when they hear winter's call.
~Love is a thing that proves itself a thousand times a day, in the simple little things you do, and the little things you say.
~Love is a thing called sacrifice, a tonic, when you're blue.
~Love is the joy of doing things for someone dear to you.

 

[Jules]

COME WALK WITH ME

By: C. Clevenger

Come walk with me
before my life has passed
there are beautiful things to see and do,
so we must not walk too fast.

Come walk along with me;
we will share so many things.
There are paths that need exploring,
where our spirits can soar in wings

The beauty of life is precious,
a gift to be cherished each day.
so as you stroll along with me,
enjoy the treasures along the way.

If you come and walk with me
through the pages of my mind,
we will take away nothing but memories-
and leave only footprints behind.

 

[Anneliese]

COME WALK WITH ME

By: C. Clevenger

Come walk with me
before my life has passed
there are beautiful things to see and do,
so we must not walk too fast.

Come walk along with me;
we will share so many things.
There are paths that need exploring,
where our spirits can soar in wings

The beauty of life is precious,
a gift to be cherished each day.
so as you stroll along with me,
enjoy the treasures along the way.

If you come and walk with me
through the pages of my mind,
we will take away nothing but memories-
and leave only footprints behind.

Beautiful poem Jules!
And "Happy Birthday" to you, and many more!!!

Anneliese

 

[Jules]

Thank you!!!!

And...The poem I got out of a magazine.

 

[Jules]

This is from a card I got from my girlfriend for my birthday. We have been the best of friends since we were in fourth grade together.

BEST FRIEND....

Is there when you need someone,
but understands when you want to be alone.
Sees the bright side of a bad hair day.
Remembers when you met.
Notices when you lose five pounds and gets excited about it...

A Best Friend...
Knows your favorite song,
and what you like on your pizza.
Shares your favorite memories.
Appreciates your sense of humor
(or lack thereof)
Is up for anything,
and never lets you down.

You are the kind of person who makes friendship
a lifelong adventure. I am so glad we're friends.

 

[Purplelotus1]

I have wondered where we all wander
do you know where we go?
I thought I saw what you are seeing
did you see where we are?
I have felt what you may feel
have you felt it yet?
I have heard what you strain to hear
are you listening?

 

[Anneliese]

I have wondered where we all wander
do you know where we go?
I thought I saw what you are seeing
did you see where we are?
I have felt what you may feel
have you felt it yet?
I have heard what you strain to hear
are you listening?

I like that, thanks Pur

 

[Purplelotus1]

thank you

 

[Purplelotus1]

[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]An Old Tibetan Carpet[/FONT]
[FONT=Palatino,Book Antiqua][FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Your soul in love with mine
[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]is woven with it in the Tibetan carpet.
[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Beam in beam, enamored colors,
[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]stars that wooed across the heavens.
[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Our feet rest upon the treasure
[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]thousands upon thousands of meshes wide.
[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Sweet lama son on a musk-plant throne,
[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]how long has your mouth kissed mine.
[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]And cheek upon cheek, how many lifetimes brightly tied.[/FONT]


this poem is written by Else Laskar-Schuler
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[Purplelotus1]

come close
let me tell you
yes you
I will tell
for only you to hear
yes you
no one knows
I only told you
for only you to hear


PL

 

[Purplelotus1]

oh the mystery
the adventure
it's just history
i'm sure

 

[Purplelotus1]

GYPSY

I asked a gypsy pal
To imitate an old image
And speak old wisdom.
She drew in her chin,
Made her neck and head
The top piece of a Nile obelisk
and said:
Snatch off the gag from thy mouth, child,
And be free to keep silence.
Tell no man anything for no man listens,
Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.

Carl Sandburg ​

 

[Purplelotus1]

Where?

Gypsy Song
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]by Rie Sheridan[/FONT]
[SIZE=-1]Monday, April 05, 2004[/SIZE] [FONT=Arial, Helvetica][/FONT]
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[FONT=Arial, Helvetica](another Faire-inspired poem...all those Belly Dancers...lol)

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Come and hear the tambourine—
Come and join the dance!

Spinning silks in shades of light
Velvet dark as shadowed night.

Gold and silver buy your future—
Pasteboard cards with faded ink.

Caravans by campfire glow
Keeping secrets gypsies know

Restlessly, we go our way
We were not meant for hearth or town.

Whirling dancers with eyes like jet
Centuries have not tamed us yet!

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[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Rie Writes [/FONT]​