(10/17/2012 6:41:00 AM)
Love And Life And Laughter
How glorious new beginnings are
Of love and life and laughter
You made your wish, you caught a star
It's happy ever after
The love that's yours is immense
It's only worthless things your losing
No more sitting on the fence
There's no better path for choosing
The light you have beside of you
It guides you from uncertainty
You'll no longer be asking who
You'll be sharing with eternity
When the darkness falls from up above
You'll be shining like a star so bright
Because you've found your own true love
You'll shine on through the night
(10/16/2012 11:58:00 AM)
Is My command
Is My Holy Land
Is the will for Me
Is an accepting sea
Will see me through
Will guide you too
All you have to do is open your eyes
Then He'll help You realize
(10/16/2012 4:13:00 AM)
The night was slow in passing
with the stars and moon above
when I heard the steady flapping
of the snow white peaceful dove
He had a grace about him
that God had only seen
He knew where he was going
and he knew where he had been
He flew off in the distance
and I heard an eerie cry
He flew off in the distance
and I could only wonder why
Sujeet Kumar Vishwakarma
(10/14/2012 8:12:00 AM)
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(10/12/2012 2:46:00 AM)
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All The Changes (written for my 19 year old daughter after her breakup)
Life as you know it is not over.
It is simply a brand new beginning.
You took the plunge straight into love.
This time its an unhappy ending.
Two lives with one path gets well travelled.
Sometimes there is much wear and tear.
That is when threads that once bound you.
Unravel till there is only one left.
Sometimes the answer is easy.
You just go your seperate ways.
You get used to the new solidarity.
Youl find new things to fill up your days.
You will always have memories of a union.
One that was very unique.
Life doesn't come with a handbook.
So don't plan you datebook in ink.
Everything changes, the world is a mess.
You are certain to make a mistake.
It is how you handle them that makes you grow.
And it fixes the messes you'll make.
My little leo, my lioness.
Open your mouth up and roar.
It sounds silly but it makes you feel good.
You may catch yourself doing it more.
You are beautiful inside and out
My sunshine you make me smile
Laughter and joy are contagious.
So bask in them both for a while.
Never forget that we love you.
You know we will always care.
If you need you Mommy and Daddy.
Both of us will be right there.
(10/12/2012 2:40:00 AM)
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Being a Mother is the hardest jod I've had to do.
Parenting is tough at times the benefits are few.
I am so proud of my children, a direct reflection of me.
Even we we butt our heads eventually they see.
Children are not easy. Instructions aren't included.
I find that i get much advice, but much of it's diluted.
Doctors tell you one thing. Parents tell you others.
No one tells you what to do when sisters fight with brothers.
I am a parent of 18 years with a 13 year old as well.
As far as giving out advice there's not much I could tell.
When my children were babies as a parent I was too.
As they grew into adolesence as a parent I grew too.
I love my children dearly and they would tell you that I'm strict.
They still come to mommy when they need a problem fixed.
We have all shed many tears, some yelling, and some laughter.
First the yelling, then the tears, the laughter follows after.
There is no perfect parent, so I want all mothers to know.
If you are a mother you'll learn what you need to know.
Parenting is practice, you'll find you practice it so much.
When they need their mommy, there's nothing like a mother's touch.
By: Carolyn Breeze
(10/11/2012 3:30:00 PM)
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I wrote this when we unfortunately suffered a miscarriage a couple of years ago: -
To our tiny little angel,
that we never got to meet,
hold in our loving arms,
count the toes upon your feet,
i want you to know,
as you watch from above,
from the moment we knew off you,
you had all off our love,
your mummy and your daddy,
your sister Imogen Grace,
in our hearts and our family,
you already had your place,
we've had to say goodbye,
without ever saying hello,
to a special boy or girl,
that we never got to know,
you will always have our love with you,
on whichever cloud you be,
and you'll never be far from the thoughts,
off us your family xReplies for this message:
(10/17/2012 6:50:00 AM)
a sad note..my heart ached as i read thru the lines; ..
(10/16/2012 12:01:00 PM)
This poem made me cry a little. It reminds me of my little brother.
(10/15/2012 4:00:00 AM)
I love this poem; especialy like the lines - we've had to say goodbye, without ever saying hello,
- A B (10/17/2012 6:50:00 AM) Post reply
(10/7/2012 10:52:00 PM)
Who told the moon to sink?
That dark beauty vanquished,
The End of something not yet formed,
Alas, the lightest moments are in the dark,
When the shadows form misty lamps,
And you-my midnight sun-radiate,
And I-the darkest shadow-absorb your glare,
Too soon the reality returns and dreams fade,
My dream, my aching bliss, that weighs me down,
Always approaching the end of what never was,
And never could be.
(10/7/2012 4:20:00 PM)
I thought I wanted to be a writer, I thought I wanted to use words to acquire emotion,
But I don’t wear turtle necks; I don’t wear a watch, seems writers have class.
I haven’t suffered enough yet, but I have them fooled, I can sing the song of the sad man, the song of the mad man.
Work takes all creativity out of a man; he’s left with nothing left but a muted mind, and an empty stomach. You turn in your precious minuets of the only life you will ever get, for paper and metal that goes just as fast as the seconds of the only life you will ever get, but we do it, we want to do it!
We do it for the shit we don’t need, like turtle necks, and gold watches, we do it for the class.
(10/6/2012 10:45:00 AM)
Joyous rain falls descendant upon my sorrow, Oh that joyous rain!
Returns to me sweet reminiscing memories of my goddesses mirthful all my solitude and pain
As years had passed, so had my vigorous love, beith once for mirth; yet her foreboding left me in cluttering vain
The action it lead me into was nothing more than a piteous pouring pit of that glorious joyous rain!
In all of which my soul shalt claim, whilst I stand in this striking rains all of the memories of that one of mirth
In time mayhaps I retrieve that grasp of thought, or that peace leading me to ease and perhaps meeting her shall give me rebirth
Yet in all of my doubt, and all of my forlorn insomnia, each and every day I wear a necklace with an attached flask while I traverse this earth
Within the interior of the flask lie the memories in formal tears of all of these years she has made cause to be away, ah, yea, tis my attached curse
And in her absence and in this flask of sorrow revolves me into an involuntary depression, and as she runs from me my heart rides along on this invisible hearse
At moments end, the reappearance of mirth may surely Come on a day I possess old age and a time where perhaps I am sane
Though one thing is for sure, Oh that mirth and how I know that on that day shall be loves promised day, vow and ever falling upon me surely shall be joyous rain!