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In
God's Garden
by Anna Mae
Wittig
The
sun peeks through the shade trees,
A
breeze blows through the leaves,
A
squirrel shakes the bird feeder,
And
makes the blue jay flee.
I
swing here on my porch swing,
Trying
not to doze,
As
I watch the lady from next door,
Hanging
out her clothes.
The
air is not too humid,
The
temperature's just right,
Fresh
mown grass perfumes the air,
Bright
flowers fill my sight.
For
a few fleeting moments,
I
lose the pressures of the day,
For
peace dwells in God's garden,
How
I wish that I could stay!
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A
friend is fun to be with,
when
your spirits are quite low,
And
she's the one you want to help,
Through
all her cares and woes.
She
makes you feel important,
Gives
you confidence you lack,
And
when the pressures get too bed,
She
brings enjoyment back.
With
her, there are no phony fronts,
You
can just be yourself,
Have
fun while doing nothing much,
Put
masks up on the shelf.
A
ride to town, a drink or lunch,
Becomes
a great adventure,
Pretend
that you are someone else,
If
that brings you both pleasure.
Side
step your duties for the day,
And
do some innocent flirting,
'Cause
you both know that he'll move on,
And
fantasies aren't hurting.
She
doesn't make you feel as though,
Your
whole life's an exam,
A
friend is one who knows your faults,
And
doesn't give a damn.
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Flying
Free
by Anna Mae
Wittig
Here
at the water's edge I stand,
And
Let the world go by,
As
gentle waves caress the sand,
I
watch the seagulls fly.
To
be that carefree seagull,
Not
a worry does he know,
He
glides so graceful on the wind,
Till
it no longer blows.
Then
to a 3-point landing,
Our
finest aircraft put to shame,
For
precision, grace and beauty,
Are
the seagull's middle name.
Someone's
always there to feed him,
And
if not, he'll dive for fish,
If
I can't come back and BE HIM,
Then
to watch him is my wish.
For
when my nerves are frazzled,
And
the world seems much too tense,
When
my mind's so stuffed with knowledge,
That
I'm starting to feel dense,
I
just journey to the water's edge,
And
close my eyes and see,
I'm
gliding through the puffy clouds,
My
seagull friends and me.
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Enjoy
Your Life
by Anna Mae
Wittig
Clear
blue skies and sunshine,
Cool
breezes blowing through the palms,
Fresh
air all around you,
And
the world just seems so calm.
An
eagle flies across the sky,
Far
off in the distance,
And
puppies play and bluebirds sing,
While
the squirrel just sits and listens.
We
take so much for granted,
Don't
seem to notice simple pleasures,
Until
we are deprived of them,
Then
they become a treasure.
Enjoy
your life for what it is,
And
with that eagle fly,
You
have the RIGHT to happiness,
And
don't have to ask why.
Capture
a little sunshine,
A
breeze and a bluebird's song.
Put
them in your pocket
And
you never will go wrong.
For
when life's tensions get too much,
And
dark clouds fill the sky,
No
longer can they get to you,
No
matter how they try.
For
you can always close your eyes,
And
call on that reserve,
Bring
out the sunshine and the song,
To
calm down every nerve.
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That
Makes Me Feel Good
by Anna
Mae Wittig
What
things would please me,
My
needs understood?
Would
make me say truly,
"That
makes me feel Good!"?
Cool
fall breezes, the ending of summer,
Starlit
nights under a beautiful moon.
Candlelit
table and roses with dinner,
A
non-ending dance, to a romantic tune.
Freshly
brewed coffee, to wake me from slumber,
Brewed
by a loving hand, brought to my bed.
Help
with the dishes, maybe even the housework,
Kid's
changing their plans to be "with me" instead.
Innocent
eyes saying, "I love you, Grandma"
Kids
that agree now, that I did my best,
No
guilt for not working, even though I'm not able,
Excuses
not needed to "just get some rest".
One
final thing that would make my day happy,
And
help me enjoy this great day in the sun,
Just
to be pain-free, or close as I'm able,
The
perfect day being the day I can run!
These
things would please me,
My
needs understood.
Would
make me say truly,
"That
makes me feel Good!"
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I
look deep in my mind
And
try to recall
My
many good feelings
How
big, or how small
Though
so many smiles
Have
crossed my path
None
were so great
As
in the aftermath
Of
an arousing success
Be
it major or minor
The
feeling’s the same
It
can’t get any finer
Yes,
the whole idea
That
I might’ve done good
Brings
me to a new high
Like
no other could
For
this feeling I find
Is
not like any other
Most
folks will tell you
When
they discover
That
no matter how small
Your
success is, you should
Pat
yourself on the back
For
it feels so good!
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Some
Things I Like
by Shelby
Forrest
I
enjoy the cool of the early morn,
When
grass is all covered with dew,
Sparkling
like diamonds in a royal array.
As
the sun brings in daylight anew.
In
the quietude of an approaching dawn
When
birds are beginning to sing.
With
a roosters crow from a distant farm
Blends
sounds that the new day will bring.
So
brief that magical window display
Of
time at beginning of day.
I
often have thought how nice it would be
If
longer that moment could stay.
Personal
Web Page, "The Forrest of Poetry Pages"- http://home.earthlink.net/~sforrest/
"Make
lasting prints in Sands of Time
With
metered feet in Strands of Rhyme."
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Floating, shifting, changing clouds,
fickle wisps of mist.
Scurry across the azure sky
my fantasy to enlist.
Feather light, vanilla vapor,
transforming shapes of haze,
challenge me to see in them
an image as I gaze.
I lie stretched out upon the grass
so cool and green beneath
and search the ever changing scene
for visions thus bequeathed.
A face I see with flowing hair,
lips parted with a smile.
She waits aloft to meet her love,
to enchant him and beguile.
A horse now races through the sky
his head and tail held high.
His mane is long with flecks of gold.
I hear his whinnied neigh.
I see a cat and than a dog,
an alligator too.
A sailing ship upon a sea
of churning white and blue.
An ever changing kaleidoscope
of natures capricious show.
I lie transfixed and watch it shift,
her gift to me bestow.
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A
brewing pot of coffee
The
aroma drifting through the air
The
first cup on the back porch
To
enjoy without a care
The
boat sitting on the water
A
drowning worm on the line
With
not a cloud in the sky
Makes
me feel so fine
Walking
on a sandy beach
On
a rainy day in June
Or
sitting on a hill top
Contemplating
the moon
But,
the thing I like the best
When
all is said and through
Is
one simple little sentence
"Grampy,
I love you"
Ron
Crowley
http://www.netcom.com/~crowley2/rhyme.htm
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Arising
to morning sun
Another
sunny day
Morning
at the beach
Feeling
salty sea spray
An
early morning breeze
I
gaze at white surf
Collecting
sea shells
It’s
heaven on earth
A
dolphin or two
Bob
up in the sea
Early
morning here
Is
the best place to be
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Let
me share my country
Share
a scene with you
A
drive along the coast
By
the Indian Ocean blue
Watch
sea embracing sand
Brings
a smile to my face
View
the friendly dolphins
I
really love this place
Lets
inhale the salty air
To
sit at a beach cafe
Surfers
riding the waves
Really
enjoying the day
Later
on we drive along
A
change of scene and view
Now
a kookaburra in a tree
Then
see a hopping kangaroo
Driving
back late afternoon
The
day was almost done
We
stop along the coast
To
watch the descending sun
The
day was almost over
There’s
lots more things to view
Sit
under the southern cross
Now
stars I share with you
This
was just a brief description
While
a drive in my car
I
wanted to share with you
To
my friends from afar
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Springday
Journey
by Hope Smith
On
a spring sunny morning
With
the sky so clear
What
could now compare
Soon
you would be here
Today
no dull clouds
Now
you give me reason
Brightness
now in the air
To
flourish a new season
Soon
driving down the road
As
oceans come into view
Another
journey will be sweet
A
sweet springday with you
As
we reach our journey
You
give your hand to me
Now
tender passionate hours
Our
spring day by the sea
Spend
hours sharing passion
Not
one moment wasted
I’m
glad you gave me reason
Of
the spring day that we tasted
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Scents
And Sounds
by Hope Smith
Out in early morning
Leaves moistened with dew
Like the taste from your lips
The insatiable passion with you
Hovering like humming birds
Buzzing like buzy bees
Again in heat of passion
We roll beneath the trees
Sighs and roll over
Entwined in your love
Amongst the humming birds
Flies the softness of a dove
Scents from honeysuckle
Birds all hover round
Sates on every part of you
In the lover’s nook we found
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COMFORT
ONE ANOTHER
by Louise
Patterson
I
Thessalonians 4:18 Therefore, comfort
one
another with these words.
Christian
comfort others now,
with
the comfort you receive,
when
you come to God the Father
and
in Jesus you believe.
Encourage
them proclaiming
the
special coming day
when
Jesus Christ shall lead them
to
heaven's gold gateway.
Remind
them of the promise,
the
dead shall first arise,
to
join the Holy Savior
descending
from the skies.
Encourage
them assuring
this
is something Jesus said,
that
at His second coming
He
shall wake up the dead.
Christian
repeat the promise
that
the Lord Jesus gave,
that
He would return to earth
for
those He died to save.
For
He will lead them upward
to
His home in the skies,
where
they shall live eternal
though
they be not rich or wise.
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If
I Could Only Fly
by Jude Turner
If
I could be for just one day
an eagle soaring 'round
above
the trees and spying
tiny objects on the ground
I'd
see the mighty sunset
as it fell beneath the sky
and
I'd never have to care at all
if only I could fly
I
would try to catch a rainbow
as thru the clouds I'd race
and
I'd feel the wind
beneath my wings
and
mist upon my face
I'd try touch the million stars
that
fill the midnight sky
and I'd never have to be alone
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I could only fly....
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I
always thought, that life's made up,
Of
large, humongous, things.
Time's
taught me, it's the small events,
where
soul and spirit sings.
It's
the little things, like lovers sighs,
when
passion long has gone,
To
realize that love exists,
long
after lust moves on.
It's
the feeling of your hand in mine,
or
an unexpected hug.
These
little things can pick me up,
unlike
a man-made drug.
To
wake up in the morning,
and
see your sleeping face.
There's
nowhere else, I'd rather be,
no
other earthly place.
It's
the tiny, often, unnoticed,
things
you do and say.
That
make me know, that I am loved,
each
and every day.
So
when life hurles, the large events,
toward
me, at full speed.
I'll
surrond myself with memories, of
those
little things, indeed.
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