Daily Archives: April 11, 2015


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Sometimes I wonder what it is like to be free,
Like a monkey swinging from tree to tree,
Or like young eagles way in the skies,
Calling to each other with joyful cries.

Oh, to be free and without a care,
Not to live in bondage or constant fear.
To live each day and spread my wings,
To be forever untouched by negative things.


He sits there alone daily
Just wishing for someone
To take the time from their busy day
But night falls and there are none.

Time goes by so very slowly
For he goes through another day
Because he’s old and feeble
Is this the price he must pay?

To die here all alone
Without his loved ones near
I can’t imagine what he thinks
As he wipes away his tears.

He worked so hard all of his life
To have a few things to call his own
Now he’s sitting in a wheelchair
In a far off nursing home.

Thinking about the old days
And finding himself living there
Because the life he has now
Is just to much for him to bare.

If only he could see them
The loved ones he holds so dear
If only he could feel their touch
Their voices he could hear.

His life would be complete then
He may not be afraid to say goodbye
But he fears deep inside his heart
In this nursing home he will die.

Our loved ones go by so quickly
And tomorrow he may be gone
Someday it may be you….sitting
In a far off nursing home.


I’ve been sitting around this life for years,
Not enough laughs and too many tears.
Trying to figure out where it all went,
These wasted years that I have spent.

Searching for something to go beyond,
Life’s a stone skipping across a pond.
At the last skip, it hits with a splash,
Down the stone sinks, gone in a flash.

Pushing and pulling, it’s tearing apart,
Poking and prodding an underused heart.
This dark velvet curtain that hides my soul,
Living this life has taken it’s toll.

In a flash of bright light, the curtain is torn,
Tumbling down all tattered and worn.
Revealing new life, a child within,
Born free of hate, of suffering and sin.

Now my eyes see what has never been told,
Striving forth happy, confident and bold.
Into a world that’s unfamiliar but friendly,
Into this new life my spirit will send me.

Living and laughing, loving it all,
I stood myself up and answered the call.
The darkness has gone, replaced by the light,
I gave up the darkness with hardly a fight.

I’ve been sitting around this life for years,
With laughter aplenty and hardly a tear.
Now I can see just where it all went,
Cherish every moment of this new life I’ve spent.


There is so much beauty in
This wondrous, blue rose
If only we could capture it
Within our very souls

If we could take its beauty
And apply the glow within
Search a little deeper
In the soul beneath our skin

Take what it does stand for
And shed its love abroad
Don’t hide the glow within you
But share the love of God

You know you can’t touch beauty
Without it rubbing off on you
And spreading it to others
In the kindness that you do

There lies within each one of us
The beauty like this rose
When it’s used in touching others
Then its beauty overflows


Phew, I am currently at 651 posts and I think I might hit 1000 posts tonight if I don’t get tired of posting. This is truly hard work but I’m still going strong.

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Rain . . .

Softly falling down . . .
each drop a symphony of sound . . .
as it hits the tin roof . . .
tap . . . tap . . . tap.

It can sound just like a sad song with a slow beat . . .
the kind that makes you daydream . . .
and feel sad and sigh . . .
as you think of what might of been or could be in your life.

Or maybe it is a happy song that brings back sweet memories . . .
tender thoughts and special smiles . . .
thinking of someone who makes your heart beat faster . . .
and your laughter ring with happiness and joy.

Or maybe it is a love song . . .
with sweet and soft lyrics . . .
tender and romantic and sensual . . .
that makes you think of dancing in the rain.

Only you can decide which song . . .
is the one you are hearing . . .
which music soothes your soul . . .
and which song you want to sing along with.

Sometimes, you have to choose a song . . .
and the choosing isn’t easy.


A Fireman’s Duty,
Is to be there when some one’s life is in danger.
A Fireman’s Duty,
Is to go in that burning building when
no one else will.
He is to cherish and respect what he does.
He is to think before he reacts.
A Fireman’s Duty,
Is to put that fire out so it doesn’t
cause another family to cry.
A Fireman’s Duty is to care and to
A Fireman’s Duty,
Is to come home to a job well done.


When I was a baby
You would hold me in your arms
I felt the love and tenderness
Keeping me safe from harm.

I would look up into your eyes
And all the love I would see
How did I get so lucky
You were the dad chosen for me.

There is something special
About a Father’s love
Seems it was sent to me
From someplace up above.

Our love is everlasting
I just wanted you to know
That you are my special hero
And wanted to tell you so.


On a day like today,
a young lady arrived
at the airport,
with family
and friends.

Her heart was heavy,
and she was sad.
For she knew the time
has come to leave
this Heaven and
return to the
far lonely

Unsettling feeling
in her heart,
a kind of longing
to stay back forever.
A kind of familiar loneliness
that she was acquainted with,
comes to her again.

And she sighed,
wistfully, forlornly,
hoping again hope,
to stay in this limbo
of joy and

‘Oh no, I’m leaving again’,
she murmured,
hot tears threatening
to well in her eyes.

Bravely, she forced
a smile at her
loved ones.
Without much of
a second look,
she bid them

In the plane,
the girl sat,
with eyes closed,
reliving those
and fond
she left behind,

and those sweet voices
and carefree laughter
that accompanied
every single image
that went fleeting pass.

a faint smile ghosted at her mouth.

‘I’ll see them again soon.
Take care, my loved ones,
I’ll be back.’

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