I remember laying outside the house
remembering the days when we were young
those days seem so long ago
but back then we had so much fun
I remember children laughing and playing in the field
seemed everyday our hearts would heal
just to be there to laugh and play
seemed like it'd be, forever that way
But so long ago, were those days
They dont last forever, some memories fade away
We live, we learn, we grow from young to old
then to our children and theirs our story will be told
Of how we met and were kismit
the times we shared, and showed how we cared
the warmth of your smile, the smell of your hair
and then our memories, will to, be theirs
Daily Quote: The winds of grace are always blowing;
all we need to do is raise our sails.
- Anonymous
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: bûche de Noël / English translation: Yule log / noun
Example sentence:
French: Pour le dessert du repas de Noël, ma mère cuisine toujours sa fameuse bûche de Noël faite maison.
English: For Christmas dinner dessert my mother always bakes her famous homemade Yule log.
she plays that soft insisting reverie
and oh, i listen from my very core
beneath the skies that cry out as they pour
to breathe the beauty that calls out to me
with heart and soul for what my dreams may be
and as she read my heart before she blew
she felt the tip of her fingers imbue
to breathe the beauty that calls out to me
but when the flute is weary will she see
that i have always sensed a deeper bond
before the sweetest kiss to days beyond
to breathe the beauty that calls out to me?
she plays that soft insisting reverie
to breathe the beauty that calls out to me
Robert Anderson
Author notes:
Euterpe: Called the "Giver of delight", when later poets assigned roles to each of the Muses, she was the muse of music. In late Classical times she was named muse of lyric poetry and depicted holding a flute.
The "Echo Sonnet": http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/2009Challenge/form16.html
Daily Quote: We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails.
- Bertha Calloway (attributed)
As he gazes into her beautiful eyes, he can’t help but feel so alive
She warms his heart thoroughly like a microwave set on high
He tries desperately and repeatedly to tell her just how he feels
On the inside, but his inner emotions block his words like a shield
He wrestles inwardly with himself like a thief whose conscience is guilty
And finally he pieces his emotions together like an old woman quilting
She looks at him, her eyes now full of concern and asks, “Are you all right? ”
He smiles at her confidently and responds “I feel like I just won a fight”
He then eagerly grabs her hands praying that she would understand
An in an almost breathless voice tells her that she has a heart in her hands
She gazes questionably at him and he boldly presses on, eager to explain
That before he met her, life was a cup running over with pain
But now he’s recovering from heart surgery and she is his personal IV
She holds an object in her hands; she can feel the heart beat
She looks at him and asks innocently, “Whose heart could it be?”
He answers clearly, “There’s a heart in your hands and it belongs to me”
He prays she will understand that his heart is in her hands
And that she is the reason he went through a heart transplant
He takes a shuddering breath, kisses her hands and boldly continues
He tells her that his heart beats for her and only her, it’s bulletproof
Like an officer wearing a vest trying to put an angry juvenile under arrest
While he continually shoots, aiming for the heart beating under the vest
She arrests his heart like an arrest that’s cardiac
And every time she leaves his sight he has a heart attack
But now he’s recovering from heart surgery and she is his personal IV
She holds an object in her hands; she can feel the heart beat
She looks at him and asks innocently, “Whose heart could it be?”
He answers clearly, “There’s a heart in your hands and it belongs to me”
Daily Quote: "The indispensable first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: decide what you want."
-- Ben Stein
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: muguet / lily of the valley / noun
Example:
French: Un brin de muguet le premier mai vous apportera du bonheur toute l'année.
English: A sprig of lily of the valley on May first will bring you happiness all year long.
As I close my eyes
I dream of a land,
Where everything is sweet
With coloured sherbet sand.
Filled with flavoured milk
The ponds, the rivers, the sea,
Strawberry, chocolate, banana
Vanilla and raspberry.
The clouds are cotton candy
The stars are toffee fudge
And when you see the Bassett tree,
There’s temptation to give a little nudge.
Flowers are made of candy cane,
The petals so soft and nice.
Deep within the biscuit house
To find some chocolate mice.
More than you can imagine
Marshmallows in the bath, Coffee flavoured stones,
Lay upon the path.
Sitting in the hen house
Lays all the Cadburys cream,
And all of this exists
In my sweet candy dreams
Daily Quote: Some colors exist in dreams that are not present in the waking spectrum.
~Terri Guillemets
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: raconter / to tell / verb
Example:
- French: Elle nous a raconté la troublante histoire de sa vie et nous a bouleversés.
- English: She told us about the disturbing story of her life and we were shocked.
There will always be blackbirds of sorrow
That fly round our heads and all about
Determined to stir the torrents and torments of doubt
Let not the dark birds of misery
Nest in our hearts
For they will forever flutter and spite one’s life
And never wing away
In the end it is only what we truly know and think
Deep down and well grounded
In our own way will our own destiny hold sway
Seek song birds
Watch butterflies
Be alert to the will of the wind
And the wily play of shadows
Seek moments of silence
Dance with peacocks in brilliant colors
Be one with the sun
Stay in tune with the moon
Trust we must when
God’s peace shall descend to atone
For one’s unbelief and mistrust
How long must we search
How far should we look?
To land
In a garden of fragrant flowers
Like fish in water I'd like to swim,
I'd like to fly like eagles,
like a bear in the forest
I want to live:
like leafy trees
that reach the lighted sky,
like unstoppable bees and never surrendering ants
I want to live:
like migrating birds,
like enduring dogs,
and always agile cats
in their struggle to survive:
like the majestic dolphin
in water I wish I could live.
Joe Trava
"Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude."
-Denis Waitley
Trust is
A light that shines in your eyes
Bright and flickering
As a candle in the breeze
Trust is
The brown sparkles
Shone through all
Like stars at nightfall
Trust is
When you cheer me and keep
Me laughing through tears
Better then anyone
trust is
Making me feel like Marilyn
Whilst I feel like
Liza Minelli on a drip
Trust is
Everything I feel with you
Everyday in love
Always
That is what
Trust
Is
Missy Lynn
Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.
-Calvin Coolidge
************************* Word Scramble Fun: Unscramble the following word. The first letter is given as a hint. The answer will be revealed tomorrow.
Can you feel the heartbeat in my lips?
Can you see the smile in my eyes?
Can you hear the laughter in my soul?
Can you sense the future in our lives?
Does my name roll off your tongue, like rain on a leaf?
Does the wind whisper everything that you mean to me?
Does the sky spell my love in the clouds above so high?
Does the sun illuminate my heart, and the sparkle in my eye?
Does my touch bring back everything that you’ve ever known?
Are you hoping that what we have, will have the chance to grow?
Oh you don't even know….
I know all the things that happened.
The past that does now haunt.
But whatever came before that,
brought me all that I could want.
And I thank whoever helped me
along the way I see.
Whatever you have done,
has forever changed me.
The doors that were once locked,
have been smashed down to the ground.
I’ve seen a light that lights the dark,
I feel the magic round.
I sense the smell of freedom
and a hunger that shall gain.
I can hear the bells all ringing
at the hinting of your name.
That voice that whispers to me,
please take me away.
Has come and come again
at the starting of each day.
And the night I lay a lone and sleep,
and while a sad song plays.
The only symphony I hear
are the ones that you play.
Nothing can compare
to that warmth and lingering scent.
And I know wherever you came from,
it must be heaven sent.
I think someone’s watching,
and they heard the call I made.
I did whatever was the right thing,
and I got a prize in pay.
The prize is not a trophy,
for that would be too dull.
Instead the prize I got was you,
and of it, I love it all.
If the rose petals fall
against the sheets one night at dark,
then I shall not refuse it,
instead I’ll run right to your arms.
In the moon I shall become someone
I never thought I’d be.
And I’ll thank the Lord above
that he has sent you me.
And I hope from that point on
the love can see no end.
I need you,
I love you,
my lover,
my best friend.
"The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough."
~George Edward Moore
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