By: Gray Gabriel

In the corner of my eye
I see you all the time
In parks and in the moonlight
In clouds where wind does chime

In the corner of my eye
You stand so still and wait
And disappear
When I ask
Or even if I state.

In the corner of my eye
You have the whole blue sea
You're drowning in my head
And my eyes want to be free!

And though I love to see you
In my dreams or in the sky
I wish you were else where
But the corner of my eye.


Gray Gabriel



Daily Quote: "The girl in the window won't drop."
-Jim Morrison


Linguist's Corner-ITALIAN: saltare / to jump / verb
Example:
Per toccare il soffitto con il dito dovete saltare molto in alto.
Translation:
To touch the ceiling with your finger you have to jump very high.

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By: John E. WordSlinger

This day, was so special, when big chocoholics so little,
sang the jelly bean prayer from the basket of victory.
You may have heard, or never, of this for-surreal history;
So please do listen as I share this, ever real, bonny story.

There was a knock at the door, I wondered who could it be?
Was it the Easter Bunny with some scripture candy for me?
I looked through the window, and seen every precious hue.
All about the green grass was eggs scarlet, yellow, and blue.

The sun has beautifully risen from the wonderful east.
I felt so happy with the magic of life within released.
There was a flash, visual music, just past the red oak tree.
I seen his tall ears, marshmallow tail, then his quick feet.

He has to be from heaven, I do give him merit
He left us proof, he left us a half bitten carrot
And when I went to bed that warm spring night
Mother told me why the egg was the color white

I thanked my dear mother with kisses and laughter
I told her I loved my basket with the purple wrapper
She said, it was my father’s idea, I’m his dear child
He said, it’s the meaning of life, to again give me a smile.

John E. WordSlinger
John E. WordSlinger Poet/Word Designer

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Daily Quote: Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love.
The real miracle is the love that inspires them.
In this sense everything that comes from love is a miracle.
-Marianne Williamson




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