The arrival of spring, a Poem

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The Arrival of Spring (cathe waller) by Rg Gregorythe


on the last day of winter i went to bed
harsh winds rainstorms beating my head
houses trees with a sucked-out look
new year flaked from the old one's hook

then overnight such a change of heart
spring come home with her confectionery cart
hundreds-and-thousands strewn in the breeze
houses sampling them as well as the trees

people savouring them in punts on the river
earth knee-deep in them praising the giver
so (blankets off) i'm out in the streets
glutton for spring and her burst bag of sweets

The Gift

Christmas season is among us -
and shoppers are on the fly,
running around like crazy,
looking for gifts to buy.

Looking for that perfect gift -
it seems so hard to find,
to give to that special someone,
who lingers in your mind.

So out the door and to the store -
and to the Mall again,
got to find that perfect gift,
to give to that dear one.

Finally tired and all worn out -
and about to fall apart.
But if you look - it's always been,
right there within your heart!

A gift that money just can't buy -
for it comes from God above,
a gift to cherish for a lifetime,
it's called the "Gift" of love!

So if you can't find what you look for -
it won't be on your list.
You'll have to search from deep within,
to give someone the "Gift!"

Written and Submitted By:
Deacon Steve A. Politte (DeaconSteve)

Merry Christmas!

Source:  nethugs.com

Diet Another Day

A Dieter's Despair

© Don Hewitt

Oh my soul, be thou quiet

This is not 'another diet'

Just a program of exchange

Though some things do seem strange

Raw vegetables and 'brock-o-lee'

Does not sound too good to me

Lots of tofu and bean sprouts

While my empty stomach shouts

The meaning here is quite plain;

This program is designed for pain

Someone with anorexia planned

A program that tastes like sand

My hands are sweating, my soul is dreading

I must keep this thing from spreading

My only hope, the paper shredder

It finally made this diet better

Source:  Family Friend Poems
Source of image:  Fotosearch

Some people are lucky to be able to eat what they want without getting fat, but of course these are usually very active people who spend most of their time burning calories of what they eat.  But to some others whose daily activity is mainly centered on getting up and sitting down, this is where dieting becomes a must.  And yet, to this group the "must do" becomes "relish today, diet tomorrow" combined with "I am going to exercise everyday (except today)".

The best strategy when you encounter these judgments is to remind yourself: I don't have to like it nor ask if I "feel like it today"; I just have to do it.  That time is now, not tomorrow, the day after or the day after that. And this goes for me!

All That Really Matters

All That Really Matters

Life is too short for grievances,

For quarrels and for tears,

What's the use of wasting

Precious days and precious tears.

If there's something to forgive,

Forgive without delay

Maybe you too, were part to blame,

So make it up today.

Be generous, forget the past

And take the broader view,

Cast away all bitterness and

Let the sunshine through.

If it's within your power

A broken heart to mend,

Remember

Love is all that really

matters in the end.

Submitted By: Author Unknown

Source:  Net Hugs

If One Day

If one day you feel like crying, call me.
I don't promise I can make you laugh,
but I can cry with you.






If one day you want to run away,
don't be afraid to call me.
I don't promise to ask you to stop ...
But I can run with you.

If one day you don't want to listen to anyone.
Call me.
I promise to be there for you.
And I promise to be very quiet.








But if one day you call...
And there is no answer...
Come fast to see me.
Perhaps I need you.
...Perhaps I am not around anymore...




Friends and family, everyone needs somebody one time or the other.  Today for you, tomorrow for me.  Life is a merry-go-round, to love and to share.

Source Images: Image Envision, Bing
              Poem : Pakmela.com 

Lost Time

Lost Time by Rabindranath Tagore 

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time.
But it is never lost, my lord.

Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.

Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness.

                                        

I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed

and imagined all work had ceased.

In the morning I woke up

and found my garden full with wonders of flowers.

It goes to say, that even if we may not be moving, the world does not stand still and in a blink of an eye our condition may change.

Source: Famous Poets and Poems  
              Rabindranath Tagore (1861 -1941)
Image From:  Acclaim Images
                         Arts on Earth

On Immortality

Beauty, much desired to ever last,

Like beauty and fragrances of Eden,

Endlessly odorous, feeding the eyes,

Soul contented, wholesome feeling arises,

Greatness defies barriers of seasonal changes.

The question of immortality,

If there is, one would never migrate,

From realities of life to spirituality,

Suppleness in command, gray shoved aside,

Is forever young a possibility?

Reminiscing the youth, there was once,

Strong desires to ward off seasoned looks,

Craziness to dance till the last song,

In every beat of the heart and in every vein,

With ease blood does flow, free from dirt of life.

Partially in dreamland,

Balqis

The fountain of youth or the elixir of life, so priceless and sought after by many.  But is it really worth the chase?  When we can live forever, and have no fear of death, life will no longer have its mystery. 

Image Source:   Painting of Klimt- Tree of Immortality                          

Don't Quit

When you think you have done your best,  yet you are not obtaining the results that you have predicted,  do not be discouraged.  Pray,  because God can transform any situation and hope,  because knowledge is knowing that in the worst of times we can triumph over hardships and sorrows.

Happy The Man

 

Happy The Man by John Dryden 

Happy the man, and happy he alone,

He who can call today his own:

He who, secure within, can say,

Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today

Be fair or foul or rain or shine

The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine

Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,

But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Live well our  yesterday  so we can be proud of our tomorrow.

Link to this post: Poem Hunter
Image taken from:  Part and Parcel of Life Blog

Peace

In the present times, with lots of turmoil everywhere, I think it is  necessary to find out how we can contribute to spread if not maintain peace around us, starting with our own self.   Because one who is at peace with himself can never be an instigator of any unpleasant event.  And even if we  may be only  one,  we can still make a difference and why wait for tomorrow if we can  do something today.  Here is for a better world of peace and harmony.

Dreams, Life, Musing, Poem

Idyllic

               Sometimes ,

               When I am on the verge of breaking down,

               My mind would drift far to a place so idyllic,

               Would I be the lucky one to roam its beauty,

               Would I have a moment to inhale its pure air,

               And swim along the silver and golden fishes

               in its crystal clear water, heaven knows how,

               Idyllic it is that I'd never know the differences

               of day and night, for both have equal beauty.

               The stars are diamonds that brighten up the night,

               The sun is ever giving and ensuring life to go on,

               This is where I yearn to be, in an idyllic place,

               Where flowers smile everyday and happiness
               is everywhere, everything a stunning beauty.


My dream of dreams,
Balqis Part and Parcel of Life
Sunday 22nd May '11