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Posted on 02/21/2005 9:37:14 AM PST by Soaring Feather
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Good morning Sam!
Beautiful sunrise graphic.
Lovely Haiku.
I admire your discipline!!
HUGS
Good morning Sam.
Wonderful poem today. The graphic has got to be my favorite... the other realm.
Thanks much for tunes, pings, poetry, coffee, donuts, and the far sight to see these needs are met in the Lair.
Two quotes I had copied early just a good place to paste them. HUgS to me long time friend.
Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us
at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it
puts itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something
from yesterday.
--John Wayne
No matter how qualified or deserving we are, we will never
reach a better life until we can imagine it for ourselves
and allow ourselves to have it.
--Richard Bach
Thank You Star.
Losing a child is one of the hardest human experiences a parent can be handed.
My brother lost his 5 week old daughter.. crib death.
Another brother lost his 18 year old son.
The wounds heal and life goes on for all..never to be the same ever again. I guess we all want to live forever and it ain't gonna happen.
HUGS
Somebody been bugging you?? We will let my friend John post a poem, and be Donne with them!
John Donne - The Untrustworthy Speaker
Don't listen to me; my heart's been broken.
I don't see anything objectively.
I know myself; I've learned to hear like a psychiatrist.
When I speak passionately,
That's when I'm least to be trusted.
It's very sad, really: all my life I've been praised
For my intelligence, my powers of language, of insight-
In the end they're wasted-
I never see myself.
Standing on the front steps. Holding my sisters hand.
That's why I can't account
For the bruises on her arm where the sleeve ends . . .
In my own mind, I'm invisible: that's why I'm dangerous.
People like me, who seem selfless.
We're the cripples, the liars:
We're the ones who should be factored out
In the interest of truth.
When I'm quiet, that's when the truth emerges.
A clear sky, the clouds like white fibers.
Underneath, a little gray house. The azaleas
Red and bright pink.
If you want the truth, you have to close yourself
To the older sister, block her out:
When I living thing is hurt like that
In its deepest workings,
All function is altered.
That's why I'm not to be trusted.
Because a wound to the heart
Is also a wound to the mind.
Oh my gosh, what a powerful and stirring poem.
Gasping for breath I am.
Thank You.
'Tis my pleasure to be here with you Ms. Feather. I hope you have a nice day.
You are most welcome, bentfeather!
Good afternoon, ms feather.
Good afternoon, Kathy!
Thank you for the lovely Pansies.
FReegards...MUD
Hi MUD> Broke into the Lair, eh?
The beauty of the soul shines out when a man bears with
composure one heavy mischance after another, not because he
does not feel them, but because he is a man of high and
heroic temper.
-- Aristotle
May you live all the days of your life.
--Jonathan Swift
Like the John Wayne quote. :-)
Hey, the door was open, so I waltzed right in...MUD
Good morning, ma'am...MUD
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