To You

To you I would have given up everything,

Ready, willing and able to explore,

Two of a kind, is what we were,

Yet never given real chances,

For you had to leave early,

Too early for us to learn,

The possibility of us,

You are not yet gone from my heart.

For Wouter Weylandt - Maybe Alone on My Bike

MAYBE ALONE ON MY BIKE

by William Stafford

I listen, and the mountain lakes 

hear snowflakes come on those winter wings 

only the owls are awake to see, 

their radar gaze and furred ears 

alert. In that stillness a meaning shakes;

 And I have thought (maybe alone 

on my bike, quaintly on a cold 

evening pedaling home), Think!-- 

the splendor of our life, its current unknown

as those mountains, the scene no one sees.

O citizens of our great amnesty: 

we might have died. We live. Marvels 

coast by, great veers and swoops of air 

so bright the lamps waver in tears, 

and I hear in the chain a chuckle I like to hear.

God's Love Revealed - Elizabeth E.S. Williams

I have seen the shining dew drops,

Dropping softly from the eaves.

I have seen the lovely song birds,

Scratching softly through the leaves.

I have felt God's love in the morning,

As the sun breaks for the day.

I have shared His tender blessings,

Felt His guidance all the day.

I have seen God's love in the sunset,

Spreading glory in the sky.

Revealing Heaven's love for us;

As He watches with His eye.

When We Share - Author Unknown

When we share laughter, there's twice the fun; 

When we share success, we surpass what we've done.

When we share problems, there's half the pain; 

When we share tears, a rainbow follows rain.

When we share dreams, they become more real;

When we share secrets, it's our hearts we reveal.

If we share a smile, then our love shows;

If we share a hug, then our love grows.

If we share with someone on whom we depend,

That person becomes family or friend.

And what draws us closer and makes us all care,

Is not what we have, but the things that we share.

Our Brand New Year

It is now that time of year,

When everyone seems full of cheer.

But we should know there’s trouble there,

Some of whom have no joy to share.

At midnight’s stroke on New Year’s Eve,

Let us 2011 start to weave.

My resolution for our newest year,

Will be blessings for all of you - my dears!



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..... what can I say, I've been "waxing poetical" recently!  AND that brings up .. where the heck did that phrase come from anyway?
 
FROM ANSWERBAG.COM:
 
One can wax poetic, lyrical, eloquent, philosophical, etc. It's all pretty much the same thing. But finding the origins of this phrase is a bit tricky.
One sense of wax (as an intransitive verb) is to pass into a mood or state.

In this sense one could understand the phrase wax poetic (or sarcastic, or whatever) and this would certainly lead one to doubt whether this phrase is an idiom (as I had been thinking) because it can be taken literally.

The Canadian Oxford Dictionary suggests that wax (in this sense) has a Germanic origin: wachsen (to grow). The interesting thing about this relationship is that wachsen never has an attribute, i.e. neither wax poetic nor grow old translate.

The Encarta online dictionary's suggestion is that this sense of wax is from Old English weaxan, and ultimately from an Indo-European base meaning �to increase,� which is also the ancestor of English "augment" and "eke."

The American Heritage Dictionary agrees, adding that this word is an offshoot of the Indo-European Language family's root fragment "aug", from whence we get words like augment, inaugurate, auxilliary, august, and auction.

Hope that helps a bit!

******** um, not really! :-)

A Couplet, The Cat - Amusement by "Moi"

The cat is sitting by my side,

True feelings no, she does not hide.

A puff of furr shows displeasure,

A stroke of hand reveals a treasure.

Is not the cat a basic soul,

A drink of water, food in a bowl.

With mews and purrs, sometimes a wink,

One may just wonder what she thinks.

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Rose Beyond the Wall by A. L. Frink

A rose once grew 

where all could see, 

sheltered beside 

a garden wall, 

And as the days passed 

swiftly by, 

it spread its branches, straight and tall...

 One day, a beam of light 

shone through 

a crevice that had

opened wide ~ 

The rose bent gently 

toward its warmth 

then passed beyond 

to the other side

Now, you who deeply 

feel its loss, 

be comforted ~ the rose blooms there ~ 

its beauty even greater now, 

nurtured by 

God's own loving care.

Nature XXVII, Autumn - Emily Dickinson

The morns are meeker than they were,

The nuts are getting brown;

The berry's cheek is plumper,

The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,

The field a scarlet gown.

Lest I should be old-fashioned,

I'll put a trinket on.

Nothing Gold Can Stay - Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

For nothing gold can stay.

Hope - Emily Dickinson

How about a little Emily Dickinson to ponder. Have you recently stopped to listen to the little feathered being that perches within your soul and sings unceasingly? Take the time, see what it is encouraging you to do!

Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune--without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

Tweet, tweet, tweet :-)

Poem: Pioneers

I've decided to also randomly share poems, literature, sayings, quips ... you name it whatever comes into my brain BUT WAIT that would be something really random and that's what this blogspot is all about :-) Here's a little poem I find particularly endearing:

Pioneers by: Dovie A. Owens

Deep in the heart of every one,
There is a wide frontier,
A vast expanse to overcome,
Beset with toil and fear

There is no smooth and easy path,
Each one must find their way,
And prove their merit traveling on
With faith, from day to day.

.... here's to you all, my buddies, finding your faith from day to day. Peace