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Friday, November 18, 2005

Smile, by JvM 

I saw you smiling on that dark and cloudy day

Laugh and laugh and laugh again

Your smile, so bright, troubles fade away

Just wish to see that smile again, just wish you to stay

I'll never forget you smiled at me on that particular day

Laugh and laugh and laugh again

Life's more easy, Life's here to stay

Sunday, July 04, 2004

Social Milieu, by Fred Taylor, Jr. 


The destitute are shunned by society,
Artists capture their melancholy,
And the rich revel in the imagery.

The pattern is unstoppable,
To celebrate their plight would be improper,
But their existence cannot be overlooked,
Nor should it be taken for granted.

Artisans are voices for the poor,
But their messages are ignored.
Only the people who rise above poverty are celebrated,
Those who fall into it are scorned.

Like a painting, a photo, or a poem,
Welfare programs do nothing for the poor.
They are high-priced crutches designed to keep the impoverished at a distance,
And they give the Haves a selfish excuse to isolate the Have-Nots.

Thursday, June 10, 2004

Morning Story, by Patrick Vetter 


A golden sky at that day
Face to face we‚ll find the way
To the boy who dreams for you
And I know it‚s something true

Through mirrors he looks into your mind
We have to find a man who‚s blind
Only he can take his hand
And you won‚t need me to stand

ŒCause you‚ll be there where I can‚t be
A place my young heart don‚t want to see

Thursday, May 06, 2004

Between Winter & Summer, by Patrick Vetter 


I stood on a beach full of secrets
And I learned so much about the time
While the stones there were speaking to me

I had this question in my head
But the snow covered all the answers
And the water growed like grass

It took everything away from me
Only sometimes it gives something back
And sooner or later it will take it again

And we, what do we know ?
We only know where the shadows had fallen


Reflection, by Patrick Vetter 


Reflection let the things shine
Imagination let the things be mine

Faith let me look into the sky
Love let my heart die

Dreams let you play
The sun let you stay

Fear let me soul burn
And nothing but you let me turn

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

Hair Fairies, by Rebecca Ogborn 


Our mothers read us children's stories,

as most mothers do,

Stories of giants and of elves

Now we know that these aren't true,

With cookie crumbs and chocolaty thumbs

I took my beauty rest

When I awoke I was a fright,

I knew that I'd had some guests,


The fairies had come while I had slept,

And styled my hair with whimsy,

I tried to tell my lover this,

But alas my story was flimsy

He left me there with my new hair,

The fairies had their laugh,

I wrote him off, no great loss.

And then I had my bath.

Friday, March 26, 2004

Folds in my heart, by Rebecca Ogborn 


In the warmth of the day I walked in the sunlight.
the folds of my heart closed tightly.
Iridescent green and hovering upon open blooms,
a hummingbird swayed lightly.
It's wings carried it weightless resting on the air,
hands held together I reached with hope I held with such care .
They clasped the beauty of a dream I thought was not there.
What I had found, I captured,
to bring my heart to life .
Yet it would not bring my happiness,
it's beauty dull with strife.
I let it go and as so my heart unfold,
With room for joy and for life.


Tuesday, March 16, 2004

Train Ride, by Cris Helt 


Sunset.....a time of color and reflection.
Of friends and laughter.
A distant train horn, and I wonder- what am I doing here?
I go to the source and wait.
Another train, and then a third.
An audience of one as green signals flash to red, and I dream of the glory
won and lost,
and the joy within.
Of what is, and should be.

The show ends, and I realise the change must come from within.

Monday, March 15, 2004

Daily Mood, by Fred Taylor, Jr. 


As the sun rises, a new day brings new challenges.



The level of one’s tolerance

Is equivalent to one’s perspective.



Finding solace in the Mother Nature

Is to be comfortable in knowing she is temperamental.

Like all people affected by greater forces of nature,

A warm sunny day is a blessing.



External conditions are states of mind,

And each day is a unique moment.

Each moment rarely returns,

And we should feel lucky when it does.

Equally noted are the excuses for ones mood,

As it has nothing to do with the weather.

Thank goodness for variety,

For it is what makes life more enjoyable.



Be concerned about moving forward,

And concentrate on making your life more fulfilling.

Take notice of the little things in life,

And Appreciate subtle differences.



Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,

Are natural reflections of life’s uncontrollable differences.



Take comfort in knowing the moon is a peaceful ending to an eventful day.

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