tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44247495851553748242024-03-05T01:57:07.380-06:00Poems from the HeartLove Poems, Special Poems and Stories written from the Heart....
send your poems to: Poemsfromtheheart.us@gmail.comUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-14842773584850059942020-03-02T13:05:00.002-06:002022-12-18T03:04:54.167-06:00It's Been Such A Long TimeSo much has happened in my life since I last posted on this blog. One thing living strong though, and that would be my marriage to my wife Virginia. It's been 14 years since that very special day in 2007 when we were married by the Justice of the Peace. But since then, I remarried her in the Catholic Church in such a wonderful setting back in the Philippines.<br />
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To this day, we both consider us being on our honeymoon. Yes things have changed throughout the years, but both of us are wiser from it. One thing is for sure, regardless of our shortcomings with each other, and yes, we are both human, and we do disagree at times, both of us know that there is not another person in the universe that could replace our spouse.<br />
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For me, 'the third time is a charm' is TOTALLY TRUE. I don't believe anything could surpass how I feel about my wife Virginia. She lives in my heart and will Always.<br />
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For at least 8 years now, I wondered if I should continue to write poems. Now that I'm retired for the last two years from IBM, I can find the time. But the saying is true, that when a person retires, he/she will have less time to do things than they did when they were working.<br />
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For me, it's a case of being poorly organized at times. I start a project, and before completing it, I start another and sometimes it takes a good while for any of them to get done. So, it seems a little harder these days to complete things I would like to do. But again, I'm in no rush.<br />
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I'm the kind of guy that I do not let anything get to me. I tell everyone that I don't like to look back, and only look forward to today and tomorrow. What has happened in my life in the past is something I can never change. So why not strive to be better at what you do today, which will make things better for you tomorrow.<br />
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Sometimes though, knowing the above facts, I try too hard to move forward, but never seem to relax about some things. In the past when I was drafting poems on this site, it would bring out the lighter side of myself, and I felt centered in my heart about what I was writing, and it was good for me.<br />
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For the last several years, I've been so busy, and now I'm trying to find a way to relax and express my feelings in a kind and wonderful way. My wife suggested that I start writing again, so I'm contemplating on continuing to write on this website.<br />
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I would like to hear the opinions of others here that visit the website from time to time. Have you wondered why I stopped writing and if I would ever write again? Would you like to see me writing again? Many of my readers here most likely moved on, but some of them may be coming back from time to time. It's time to give my readers some new material.<br />
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If you would like me to continue writing poems on this blog, then please leave your comments. I would hope that people would want me to continue, because I feel that I can continue to contribute to it in a way to help other people deal with their lives in many ways. Regardless of when they are written, they are timeless, meaning that they are relevant now as they were in the past and will be in the future.<br />
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So please leave your comments to this post, and I'll consider what people say and I just may begin writing again...<br />
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I hope to hear from you soon...<br />
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James Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-2787068959517942532012-04-21T19:16:00.001-05:002012-04-30T14:30:01.709-05:00From the Beginning - to the Present - Now Married in the Catholic Church<br />
A little over 3 weeks ago a 5 year uphill battle to push through an annulment process culminated in a Catholic marriage ceremony on March 28, 2012 that honestly became one of the highest moments of my life in Cagayan De Oro City, Philippines. Anyone who tells you that everything can come easy is just fooling themselves. The process that it took within the church to successfully receive an annulment is almost painful, and very intrusive. But if you have faith in God, the will in your soul, and the unending love for your mate, you can succeed in the process together. Life is just one test from God. Apparently, my wife and I just passed the test. We defied ALL odds.<br />
Again as stated, it didn't come easy. My wife and I first met online, on a fairly new mating website called Mate1. At the time, it was a very unusual site, mainly catering to Asian women searching for a soul mate. When I signed up at the time, I didn't know that fact, but also little did I know that I would find the love of my life, right there on that website from the other side of the world. One night because of that website, the will of God, and two people who just happened to be on the website at the same time, we found each other and my life would be changed forever. The chances of finding someone like Virginia in this fashion is like taking a chance of winning the million dollar lottery.<br />
It took about 1 year after meeting my wife Virginia in person for the first time in the Philippines did she finally set foot in the United States. I went back a second time and accompanied her at the U.S. Embassy in Manila for the long awaited interview that granted her the papers to leave the country. Armed with a 90 day fiancee visa, she knew that if she wanted to stay in the United States with me, she would have to marry me within 90 days, or fly back to the Philippines. She also knew that if she did marry me, the process would continue and that she could not ever return to the Philippines without a Permanent Green Card which was still allot more money and would take time in the United States to acquire. But if she became homesick and decided to go back anyway prior to receiving the permanent green card, she would loose the privilege to return to the United States. Going back at this time would only mean one-way travel. None of these facts stopped her from marrying me civilly on May 11, 2007 at Gwen and Charles Lout's home in Odessa Texas, just 4 days after arriving in the United States for the first time. As stated in the beginning of this story, the journey was a test from God, as a little under 5 years later we finally re-married again, this time in the Catholic Church on March 28, 2012, exactly one month past my 60th birthday in the Philippines. Now were were both able to travel freely to the Philippines and back.<br />
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<b><i>Truly a test of time, a test from God, regardless of anything that happened, nothing would make us part. My wife and I can say that now we've been through just about everything, but we know that every day may bring something new. We are both up to the challenge, and who knows, maybe a new family will form. Regardless of what will come our way, we are ready to face it together as one.</i></b> </blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wedding Dance on March 28, 2012 in the Philippines</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Virginia and I just after the Wedding Ceremony</td></tr>
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">You and me</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">we've been through everything</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">We've stood the test of time</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">We've weathered every storm</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">and still, here we are</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">we've had our ups and downs</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">We've gone around and around</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">We've seen it all</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">and we're still here.</span></i></b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Virginia walking down the Isle</td></tr>
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">we've been good together</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">and we've been on our own</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">but we are at our best</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">when we are where we belong</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">We are meant to be</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">We'll be together always</span></i></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-47523657249047454692012-04-10T19:21:00.001-05:002012-04-10T21:26:14.467-05:00A Promise to My Wife<span style="font-size: large;">A Poem called 'I Promise' by Danny Blackburn is a Love Poem about Marriage. This sacrament of marriage, most cherished by members of my church, the Catholic Church, gives many reasons to celebrate. The poem displays the passion and love that a husband should have for his wife. Married civilly in 2007, now remarried in the Catholic Church just a little over a week ago in the Philippines on March 28, 2012, renews my vows to my wife for the rest of my life. Noone is more important, and noone deserves my love more completely than my wife Virginia. She is my life and will be my breath until I cannot breathe anymore. Without her I am nothing, and I have nothing. Many people will tell you that promises are made to be broken, but when you keep your promises, they become very special. Many times I tell her that I live for her now, and I feel blessed to have her. Everything stated in this poem is my promise to her...</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I Promise</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I Promise</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To take time for you and pursue you passionately</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And I promise to love you compassionately</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I do seek to understand your needs so deeply</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And I promise each day to love you so completely</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I will provide a home of love and emotional purity</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And I promise love, laughter, honesty and a life where you feel security</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I will make time for you, for without you I have no time</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And I promise you to cherish, honor, respect, admire and be kind</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Time may take us down a path where you need to be taken care of</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And I promise to hold you, clean you and continue to admire you with love</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If life places pain in your heart I will be there to fill it with love</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And I promise each day to pray for our health and happiness from God above</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I will awaken each day to see your sweet smile and feel your touch</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And I promise to bring you happiness and laughter, I love you so much</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I will be there for you each day of my life</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And I promise to make you happy for you are my wife</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I give you my heart, I love you girl that can’t you see</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And I promise to you to be very attentive and caring indeed</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have ran for miles swearing my love to you for life</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And I promise to God to honor you, my beautiful wife</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I Love you</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-67509368098323443282012-04-07T16:06:00.000-05:002012-04-07T16:06:27.680-05:00Time for Reflection at Easter - A time to step back into reality - A time to PauseIt's been a long time since I've written here, and time and time again I try to gather time to continue writing on this blog. This past year and up to now have been extremely busy for me and my wife Virginia. Only just one week ago, my wife and I celebrated our long awaited marriage in the Catholic Church, and we accomplished this in the Philippines. Originally, we were married by a Justice of the Peace in 2007. Virginia and I have been blessed, and I know I must be one of the luckiest men in the world. I plan to share pictures and videos of the wedding on this blog very soon.<br />
Yes, allot has happened, including something that I almost hate to mention here. The word 'hate' to me is an ugly word, but best describes how I feel about another situation in my life and my extended family. My nephew Dominic from San Diego contacted me to inform me that his mother, who is my sister Cindy has passed away. She died last Tuesday, April 3rd at 9:25AM. Little did I know that she had passed away at that time as I had just returned from the Philippines, trying to get back into gear at work. My sister passed away from a bout with cancer, and she fought it for almost a year. Even though we were not close siblings, I truly miss her, and I will always wonder if there could have been something I could have done that could have brought us closer together. But wondering accomplishes nothing. Noone on the face of this earth has the power to change what happened yesterday and in the past.<br />
All I can do now is to try and live my life a little better. I've mentioned it many times in the past, I live for my wife now. She is the most important person in my life. I have two grown children, and they live on their own, and live their own lives. I just hope that they do not foget about me as I grow older. It's been a long time since I wrote a poem, and in a sense, I feel that I let my readers down. But each day, I realize I'm getting older, and it's time for me to slow down a little. I will start writing again, as writing poems is a great way for me to reflect on issues and on my own life.<br />
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I hope readers continue to come back and enjoy this blog...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-11344581172722239332011-10-28T03:08:00.001-05:002011-10-28T20:50:16.194-05:00Poem with a RhymeI've had so many great things happen to me in my life. I know that I'm blessed. <br />
From my wife to my children to my friends,including all the wonderful bloggers <br />
I have met, and you know who you are. Thank you for being a part of my life. <br />
Writing blogs helps me express my inner feelings. Writing poems brings<br />
the calm within my soul. I'm hoping that others that read my poems can <br />
also express their feelings through writing poems, and I would like to <br />
give everyone an opportunity to have a poem published right here on this <br />
blog. Who are you? I am making a promise here and now to my readers. I will <br />
write one poem for every poem I receive from a fan of this blog. I'm hoping <br />
that many people will send poems that I would love to publish. Let's keep<br />
this blog ALIVE!!!<br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Poem with a Rhyme </span><br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">It's been a long time,</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">since I wrote a poem with a rhyme.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">But as the days go by,</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">I step back and almost cry.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">But that's ok,</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">What shall I say.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">I miss writing to my fans,</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Hoping my poems are read across the lands.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Sometimes they are sweet,</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">sometimes they are sad,</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">but always from my heart,</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">I begin to write from a new start.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">I hope my fans all return,</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">as now it's my time to churn,</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">All the poems from heart,</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">And I hope my fans never part.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">For my fans that do come back</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">My promise to you is that I won't slack.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">But all I ask from you sometimes,</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Is to write a poem that rhymes.</span></b></div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-77278659177134313822011-08-07T23:41:00.001-05:002011-08-07T23:42:25.382-05:00One Year Ago, I lost Mom with Her PassingToday has been a day of remembrance of my dear mom, who passed away one year ago today. To me, it seems like yesterday. Time is just passing by, but the pain of her passing still is with me. Why are people so vulnerable to pain and suffering when others celebrate their passing? For me this year has just made me numb, with sickness and death all around me. Maybe it's because now I find myself caught up in the elder years of my own life. But I continue to pray, and I continue to hope for better days, always keeping into consideration my thoughts of the most important person in my life, and that would be my wife Virginia. <br />
On another sad note, i am faced with another reality of more sickness in our family. Being one of two only siblings of mom, I now find myself trying to cope with the expected loss of my sister Cindy. She is now in the advanced stages of cancer, and only experimental treatments that cost a fortune may only be able to help her now. Still, what the treatments may do is to extend her life for a few months, and what kind of pain and suffering will she have to cope with for this extended period of time. To make this situation harder to cope, my sister and I haven't spoken to each other since mom has passed away, and I only found out about her sickness lately when my wife Virginia ran across pictures of her in a hospital. She had been there already over a month and I have been hoping and praying that she would at least want to talk to me, but she must be so depressed, that she will not even call me. <br />
For the last several months, I have been totally out of a mood to write poems, but I realize now that writing would help me allot. Sometimes hopeless feelings cannot be avoided, and I often wonder during these times how I would ever cope without the love and comfort from my wife Virginia.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-27353181524638746662011-03-28T14:29:00.001-05:002011-03-28T14:30:35.374-05:00Will stand the test of time.....- by Jessica<h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Being able to stand the test of time is a challenge for most. People are unforgiving, and most of all, not patient. Patience can bring you riches beyond belief, but standing by the test of time can also be a test from God, as God always tests us, in the best of times and in the worst of times. In the end, there can be an indelible bond, that was created because of patience and time. </span><span style="font-size: small;"></span></h1><h1 style="text-align: center;"> </h1><h1 style="text-align: center;">Will Stand the Test of Time</h1><div style="text-align: center;">by <a href="http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/author.html?id=111121">Jessica</a><br />
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You make me light up<br />
When I feel like crying<br />
You make me wanna live<br />
When I feel like dying.<br />
You make me wanna walk<br />
When my legs are on crutches,<br />
You make me wanna talk<br />
When my face is covered with smudges.<br />
You make me wanna dance<br />
When my heart just isn't in it<br />
You make my heart sing<br />
Even when I can't mean it.<br />
You make me laugh<br />
When there's nothing to say<br />
You make me jump<br />
When I can't even play.<br />
I'll love you forever<br />
You have my solemn vow<br />
Because whatever we go through<br />
Whether then or now....<br />
I've got your back<br />
And you've got mine<br />
And the bond we have<br />
Will stand the test of time.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-22719868271395757092011-03-28T13:47:00.003-05:002011-03-28T13:49:11.412-05:00LOVE by - Demetrius Whye<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Love can be found many ways, but what is the best way to explain it? Is it the same for everyone? Most likely not. For some it is for the love of another, and sadly, for some it is only for the love of themselves. But for people who understand what true love is, regardless of how knowledable that person may be, just to understand where it is and what it stands for, may take a life of trials and tribulations, and experiences with others that will define the true meaning of love for that person. People live for it and even die for it. Love of our country, love for one another...love shared in many ways.... </span><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>It cannot be found through seeking</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Yet we are consciously aware of where it lurks.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>It cannot be detected in other unless first discovered in ourselves.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>It defies definition yet its meaning is perfectly clear.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>We grasp at it in vain for it is unable to be held.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Yet we will cling to it for all eternity</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>In our possession it is worthless and void.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Yet when released its value is beyond measure.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>It leaves us with a pain that only it can soothe.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>The wounds it will cause may forever heal but the scars</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>will remain as a constant reminder of its power.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>We do everything we can to control it,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>yet it controls everything we do.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>In the End we succumb to its greatness,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>and in our surrender we realize our victory</b></span></div><br />
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</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I met a traveler from an antique land</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown</div><div style="text-align: center;">And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tell that its sculptor well those passions read</div><div style="text-align: center;">Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And on the pedestal these words appear:</div><div style="text-align: center;">"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nothing beside remains. Round the decay</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The lone and level sands stretch far away.<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-75991750167500586482011-03-13T18:09:00.001-05:002011-03-13T18:10:29.611-05:00What is a Puppy<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Poems can be written about anything. How about one about man's best friend. Puppies are those lovable creatures that many consider that "bundle of joy". They melt your heart for a variety of reasons. Maybe they are cute and adorable, or smart and playful. The companionship of an animal such as a puppy can sometimes be immeasurable. Here is a poem by Stella Mortazavi that explains her thoughts of a puppy.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">What Is a Puppy</div><div style="text-align: center;">A puppy is a fluffy bundle of joy</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who can turn any object into a toy</div><div style="text-align: center;">With four paws and a wagging tail</div><div style="text-align: center;">He will try and beat you to pick up the mail</div><div style="text-align: center;">He likes to chew on anything new</div><div style="text-align: center;">A ball, a bone or even a shoe</div><div style="text-align: center;">He loves to run and likes to be</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chasing the neighbours cat up a tree</div><div style="text-align: center;">A puppy is loveable and so cute</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even when he ruins your favourite boot</div><div style="text-align: center;">His adoring look will melt your heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">And you know from him you won’t want to part</div><div style="text-align: center;">A puppies love just grows and grows</div><div style="text-align: center;">Through all of the little highs and lows</div><div style="text-align: center;">He truly will be your best friend</div><div style="text-align: center;">A great companion to the end.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Copyright ©2007 Stella Mortazavi</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br clear="all" /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-50562995029094183502011-03-13T12:50:00.000-05:002011-03-13T12:50:03.815-05:00A Mothers Love found on Rhea's Blog<div style="color: #02171d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: center;"><em>Below is a beautiful poem for moms by Fion Lim. found originally published on </em></div><div style="color: #02171d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: center;"><em><a href="http://www.aterhea.com/">RHEA's Blog</a> at the following <a href="http://www.aterhea.com/2011/03/a-mothers-love.html">address</a> and I encourage everyone who follows this blog to also follow her.</em></div><div style="color: #02171d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: center;"><em><br />
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</em></div><div style="color: #02171d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">How deep is a mother’s love? </div><div style="text-align: center;">How far does a mother’s love go? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Is there a limit to her love? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Is there always enough of her love?</div><br />
<div style="color: #02171d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">A mother will for the love of her children, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Do the things ordinary beings will not do, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Things that are seen as a bother, </div><div style="text-align: center;">She has them done without much fuss.</div><br />
<div style="color: #02171d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Always making sure there is ample food for all, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Hiding her countless worries for her children, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Swallowing anger when her pride is bruised, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forgiving the very child who hurt her feelings.</div><br />
<div style="color: #02171d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Taking under her loving and gentle wings, </div><div style="text-align: center;">The little children of her own children, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Pouring her unmatched devotion and affection, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Spelling out the great depth of her endless love.</div><br />
<div style="color: #02171d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: center;">Now tell me can you measure a mother’s love?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-35556067927205781292011-03-10T09:46:00.000-06:002011-03-10T09:46:17.137-06:00What Love IsWhat is love? It is one of the most difficult questions for the mankind. Centuries have passed by, relationships have bloomed and so has love. But no one can give the proper definition of love. To some Love is friendship set on fire for others Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it. No matter how you define it or feel it, love is the eternal truth in the history of mankind.<br />
Love protects; preserves and hopes for the positive aspect of life. Always stand steadfast in love, not fall into it. It is like the dream of your matter of affection coming true. Love can occur between two or more individuals. It bonds them and connects them in a unified link of trust, intimacy and interdependence. It enhances the relationship and comforts the soul. Love should be experienced and not just felt. The depth of love can not be measured. Look at the relationship between a mother and a child. The mother loves the child unconditionally and it can not be measured at all.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Love Is ...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Love is the greatest feeling,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Love is like a play,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Love is what I feel for you,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Each and every day,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Love is like a smile,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Love is like a song,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Love is a great emotion,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">That keeps us going strong,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">I love you with my heart,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">My body and my soul,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">I love the way I keep loving,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Like a love I can't control,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">So remember when your eyes meet mine,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">I love you with all my heart,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">And I have poured my entire soul into you,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Right from the very start.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">- Meghan -</span></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-48364652760109759322011-03-09T22:17:00.000-06:002011-03-09T22:17:54.847-06:00Men Do Cry - Is not a Sign of WeaknessHave you ever been told that a man should never cry? The act of crying is an inner breakout of your deepest feelings. Maybe it's because when a person cries, that there are tears involved. Many people associate tears with 'weakness'. Men are supposed to denote strength, not weakness. But, if you really understand the meaning of tears, you should then realize that we are all mortal beings, and that tears can show basically two things.... overwhelming grief, or unspeakable love. Unfortunately, in many cases with men, there has to be an unbelievable event that effects their lives, before they realize it is not a bad thing to cry. In my lifetime, I've had unbelievable highs and unspeakable lows, but the ups and downs that we experience inevitablly show emotion, the feelings that you should NEVER hold back. The act of crying is also an avenue of relief. Crying out the pain is one of the most soothing experiences you can have in a moment of an undeniable low.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b>Men Do Cry</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">written by Ken Faulk</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I heard quite often “men don’t cry”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Though no one ever told me why</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">So when I fell and skinned a knee</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">No one came to comfort me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">And when some bully boy at school</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Would pull a prank so mean and cruel</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I’d quickly learn to turn and quip</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">“It doesn’t hurt”, and bite my lip.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">So as I grew to reasoned years</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I learned to stifle any tears.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Though “be a big boy” it began,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Quite soon I learned to ” be a man”.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">And I could play that stoic role</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">While storm and tempest wracked my soul</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">No pain or setback could there be</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Could wrest one single tear from me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Then one long night I stood nearby</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">And helplessly watched my son die,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">And quickly found to my surprise</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">That all that tearless talk was lies.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">And still I cry and have no shame</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I cannot play that ” big boy” game,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">And openly without remorse</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I let my sorrow take it’s course.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">So those of you who can’t abide</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">A man you’ve seen whose often cried,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Reach out to him with all your heart</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">As one whose life’s been torn apart.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">For men do cry when they can see</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Their loss of immorality.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">And tears will come in endless streams</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">When mindless fate destroys their dreams.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-45301655852190616522011-02-14T19:49:00.001-06:002011-02-14T19:57:14.200-06:00Mom's Special Diary: One in a million!Sometimes while surfing the internet you run across some of the most wonderful articles. The following is a link by another blogger named Jac, who's mom passed away. Obviously, she misses her mom as I miss mine. I invite all readers of 'Poems from the Heart' to stop by Jac's blog and read a special article about her mom.<br />
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<a href="http://emotemylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-in-million.html">Mom's Special Diary: One in a million!</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-12374453396942631872011-02-14T19:22:00.000-06:002011-02-14T19:22:43.587-06:00Valentines Poem for the 'One I Love'Today is a day with so much meaning for two people. It allows us to display our emotions to each other. It's time to take time out from your daily routine, and put into perspective what truly is important in your life. Many people seem to live around their job, but will it still be there if you get sick. Most likely not. Some people work so that they can own and drive a beautiful sports car. Will it still be there if you get hurt and cannot drive it anymore. Most likely not. It seems that people live from day to day just thinking of themselves and don't think of others. But there comes a time in everyone's life that the usual routine will come to a grinding halt, and what will you have to show for it.<br />
One thing is for sure. You may loose your house, or your car or your job, but the one thing that will always be by your side is your spouse, your partner in life. Your partner will be with you through 'thick or thin' and hopefully 'until death do us part'.<br />
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So just take time out today, and think of that other person, your 'better half' who makes you a better person.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>One I Love</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>When it comes to Valentines,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>we make the perfect pair---</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>There's romance, love, and laughter</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>in the friendship that we share.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>We care enough to listen,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>to trust and understand,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>To build a life together,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>side by side and hand in hand...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>We both know that we're lucky</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>and we've got a good thing going,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Through ups and downs</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>and give and take,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>our love just keeps on growing...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>'Cause I bring out the best in you,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>and you the best in me ---</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>I guess it takes the two of us</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>to make a perfect "we."</b></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-56878564297907519522011-02-14T12:18:00.001-06:002011-02-14T12:18:43.183-06:00Valentines Day - A Special Day for Two PeopleToday is a Special Day! Valentines Day used to be a day of regret for me not too many years ago. Separated and heading towards a divorce, I wondered if there would be another person to enter my life. I prayed that I not live the rest of my life alone.<br />
One day, my prayers were answered. On the other side of the world, lived a woman in the Philippines who also felt alone. Somehow, Divine Intervention took its course as I met the most wonderful person to ever enter my life. Her name is Virginia. Happily married for almost 5 years now, I know that I've been blessed, and to this day I never had an ounce of regret to have married her. Every day seems to be just one blessing after another. I am not alone. Virginia and I share our lives together in the face of God.<br />
Today represents love and joy that is shared between two people, called Valentines Day. It seems more special now to me than a Birthday. It doesn't reflect my age, but allows me to show my affection to the most special person in my life - Virginia.<br />
Later today, I plan to share another poem that reflects this special day!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-13694855044902121702011-02-11T14:19:00.001-06:002019-02-18T02:58:14.111-06:00My First, My Last , My Valentine...<h2 class="title fn" style="color: #0b2943; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, Times; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: left;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , "times" , serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;">The following is a romantic Valentines Day Poem. It was originally published at the following URL - <a href="https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-first-my-last-my-valentine">https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-first-my-last-my-valentine</a>. Poems like these validate my belief that poems can communicate a thought much better than any other form of communication. Regular stories are usually dated, but poems are never dated, and do not expire. They last longer than the author, and the readers who read them. Still, once read again, they appear as if they could have been written the day before. That's because the poem may portray an event about someone from the past, present or future. Regardless of whenever they are written, they most never are about yesterdays news, even if written 100 years ago. </span></h2>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>I've never imagined that there can be this day.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>A day that love will find its way.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Out of my heart and into your soul.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>These feelings I have are beyond my control.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>All my life I have waited patiently.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>For a goddess like you, so beautiful, so lovely.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Words can't express the way I feel.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>These feelings towards you are all for real.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>You are the reason why I go on.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Eternity can't separate this special bond.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>This heart of mine is reserved for you.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Forever it is yours, this love is true.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>I'll be your first and you'll be my last.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>My world, my everything, till my time has past.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>I will always love you until the end of time.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>MY LOVE, MY SWEETHEART, MY VALENTINE!</b></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tejan and Husband</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I</span>n the past, I wrote a few special articles about whom I consider special people. Finally, there is yet another woman who has a wonderful blog whom I consider one of those very special people. I know of her only through blogging. Her name is TeJan from Gothenburg Sweden. She is a loving Filipina mother of two children who relocated to the mainland of Sweden just five years ago with her husband. Just as I remember the first time I had those 'kilig' moments when I met my wife Virginia, Tejan mentions her experience with her husband and how difficult it was at first to express her feelings towards him. Obviously by reading her blog, she loves her husband and their two children very much, and I just wanted to take a moment here to acknowledge her for being the special person she<br />
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She has recently written an article on her blog called '<a href="http://jetnah.blogspot.com/">Insights</a>' that included a poem to her husband that was written by a famous poet named Joanna Fuchs and as everyone who reads 'Poems from the Heart', knows I have a very soft heart when it comes to expressions shown by people in that specal way called a poem. Of course, I've written a few poems about my spouse Virginia, who undoubtedly is the 'light of my life'.<br />
I invite all the readers of this blog to stop by <a href="http://jetnah.blogspot.com/">Tejan's blog</a> and read the poem called <a href="http://jetnah.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-man-i-love.html">You Just Keep On Loving Me</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-66123140384384835602011-02-05T01:18:00.002-06:002011-02-05T12:10:47.870-06:00That Someone Special - written by Richard Netherland CookOne of the special writers that has been inspirational with my interest in writing poems is Richard Netherland Cook. He has that special touch, one that not only must touch the heart of his wife, but reaches out to others to show the softness in the words of a very appearent strong man. I've read EVERY poem that I can find written by this man, and I must say that his poems give special meaning to just about every kind of poem imaginable. His poems are caring and sincere, truthful and such a variety, that should touch the hearts of every type of personality on the face of this earth.<br />
Immediately below is a poem that has been dedicated to his wife of 47 years. I highly doubt if I will ever reach that milestone in marriage, but for whatever days I have left in this world, I want my spouse to know that every day because of her, is another special day that I've been blessed by God to have sharing my life with her. I cannot find a more special way to outwardly show my love to her, except in meaningful words in the form of a poem.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Wife Poem</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>I dedicate this poem to my wife of 47 years.</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>That Someone Special</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>© Richard Netherland Cook</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>That Someone Special</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>She is the apple of my eye,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>The reason that I live.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>She is all that I could wish for.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>My heart to her I give.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>It is for that someone special,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>These words that I do pen,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>To thank her for always being,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>My wife and my best friend.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>She has the will to live until,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>The last breath she does take,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>There is the love within her heart,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>Such good memories to make.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>She is the sunshine in my morning,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>The star that's in my sky,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>And if I should ever lose her,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>Then I would surely die.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>She stands always at my side,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>No matter what comes our way.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>She comforts me with steadfast love,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>Each and every day.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>She carries many burdens,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>And her heart is sometimes broken,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>By all the thanks she never gets,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>And all the words unspoken</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>I know her life is not her own,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>I always seem so needy,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>And asking her to do one more thing,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>I feel so really greedy.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>How can I ever thank her,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>For all she has done for me?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>I can only give her all my heart,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>And love her to eternity.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>I hope that when the end comes,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>And she meets God face to face,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>He will tell her that in Heaven,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>She has a special place.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>Copyright 2007, Richard Netherland Cook</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-40378037837564489652011-02-02T22:55:00.006-06:002011-02-05T21:20:39.669-06:00A Waiting HeartToday is one of those gloomy days, one that is kind of out of the normal for me. Living in Texas, I've become used to the warm weather and the busy city. But today, I sit at home enjoying a day off from work, trying to stay warm for the very cold conditions that have visited the Dallas, Texas area. <br />
My wife is hard at work, not on her job, but studying assignments and preparing to go back to school tomorrow. I need to leave her alone with her studies. But where ever she goes or whatever she does, I'm usually thinking of her.<br />
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Here are a few words thrown together while we just sit a room apart, while she is studying hard in her studies and I'm here trying to stay warm with thoughts on a very cold, chilling Dallas Texas day wasting time on my computer. I hope that it makes sense, and that whoever reads this, will like it.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> <b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">A WAITING HEART</span></b><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></b><b></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"></span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>written by: James Frank</b></i><b><br />
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<i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Poems from the Heart)</span></b></i><br />
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</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>I carry your heart with me, my dear</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>Always cherishing the putters that are so clear</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>Everything you do and everywhere you go </b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>My heart beats with anticipation </b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>With feelings of adoration</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b> I've asked the question before</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>Why I'm in love I must explore</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>I cherish my feelings without a doubt</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>For a woman who is so devout</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>Someone whom I can never do without </b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>Of course this person is my wife</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>Who is trying to better her life</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>In her studies she is so sincere</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>At this moment, I must not interfere</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>The pounding of my heart will subside</b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>Patience..... </b></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>My love for her will never be denied</b></div><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;">The following simple poem conveys a message of two people starting their new life together in marriage. </span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Two new lives begin </span><b>by : Don Moler</b></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"> <wbr></wbr> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b> It is in the early morning</b></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><b> <wbr></wbr> That the sun shall shine again</b></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><b> <wbr></wbr> and all the things you've done before</b></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><b> <wbr></wbr> Is wisdom that you gain</b></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"> <wbr></wbr> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i>Don Moler</i></b></span></span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-90074898896200305592010-10-19T00:44:00.002-05:002010-10-19T00:46:57.145-05:00Barack Obama (President of the United States) wrote and published 2 Poems<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Now it's time out. As the case with ALL prior poems published on this blog, I've included my opinion and a brief literary explanation of the poem. However in this case, I've elected just to publish President Obama's poems on this blog without any explanation. As most of my readers kn</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">w, I also write a blog called 'Obama in the White House' which can be found at <a href="http://www.obamainthewhitehouse.us/">http://www.obamainthewhitehouse.us</a> . Many people do not know that the President actually published the following two poems when he was a college student. </span><br />
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<a href="http://obama.senate.gov/about/">President Barack Obama</a><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">When President Obama was a 19-year-old student at Occidental College, he published two poems in the spring 1982 issue of <a href="http://media.www.oxyweekly.com/media/storage/paper1200/news/2007/03/21/Features/Ode-To.Obama-2792052.shtml"><em>Feast</em></a>, the school's literary magazine. The first poem, "Pop," appears to capture a moment between the young Obama and his maternal grandfather, <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21121470@N06/2788198589/">Stanley Dunham</a>. The bond between the two is reinforced at the end of the poem by the framing and reflective properties of Pop's glasses.</div><blockquote><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Pop"</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken<br />
In, sprinkled with ashes,<br />
Pop switches channels, takes another<br />
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks<br />
What to do with me, a green young man<br />
Who fails to consider the<br />
Flim and flam of the world, since<br />
Things have been easy for me;<br />
I stare hard at his face, a stare<br />
That deflects off his brow;<br />
I’m sure he’s unaware of his<br />
Dark, watery eyes, that<br />
Glance in different directions,<br />
And his slow, unwelcome twitches,<br />
Fail to pass.<br />
I listen, nod,<br />
Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,<br />
Beige T-shirt, yelling,<br />
Yelling in his ears, that hang<br />
With heavy lobes, but he’s still telling<br />
His joke, so I ask why<br />
He’s so unhappy, to which he replies...<br />
But I don’t care anymore, cause<br />
He took too damn long, and from<br />
Under my seat, I pull out the<br />
Mirror I’ve been saving; I’m laughing,<br />
Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face<br />
To mine, as he grows small,<br />
A spot in my brain, something<br />
That may be squeezed out, like a<br />
Watermelon seed between<br />
Two fingers.<br />
Pop takes another shot, neat,<br />
Points out the same amber<br />
Stain on his shorts that I’ve got on mine, and<br />
Makes me smell his smell, coming<br />
From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem<br />
He wrote before his mother died,<br />
Stands, shouts, and asks<br />
For a hug, as I shink, my<br />
Arms barely reaching around<br />
His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; ‘cause<br />
I see my face, framed within<br />
Pop’s black-framed glasses<br />
And know he’s laughing too.</div></blockquote><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">When asked to comment on the merit of "Pop," Harold Bloom, Sterling Professor of the Humanities and English at Yale University, described it as “not bad—a good enough folk poem with some pathos and humor and affection.... It is not wholly unlike Langston Hughes, who tended to imitate Carl Sandburg." [<a href="http://www.loc.gov/rr/program/bib/prespoetry/bo.html#Notes">1</a><a href="http://draft.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4424749585155374824&postID=9007489889620030559" name="1"></a>] Obama's poetry, Bloom makes clear, is much superior to the poetry of former President Jimmy Carter (Bloom calls Carter "literally the worst poet in the United States").</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">President Obama's second poem, "Underground," is more exotic and obscure:</div><blockquote><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Underground"</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Under water grottos, caverns<br />
Filled with apes<br />
That eat figs.<br />
Stepping on the figs<br />
That the apes<br />
Eat, they crunch.<br />
The apes howl, bare<br />
Their fangs, dance,<br />
Tumble in the<br />
Rushing water,<br />
Musty, wet pelts<br />
Glistening in the blue.</div></blockquote><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Bloom feels that "Underground" is the better of Obama's two poems, reminiscent of some of D. H. Lawrence's poetry: “I think it is about some sense of chthonic forces, just as Lawrence frequently is—some sense, not wholly articulated, of something below, trying to break through.” [<a href="http://www.loc.gov/rr/program/bib/prespoetry/bo.html#Notes">2</a><a href="http://draft.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4424749585155374824&postID=9007489889620030559" name="2"></a>]</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">While President Obama's poetry displays some signs of talent, by choosing politics over poetry he made, like the other poetry-writing presidents before him, the right career choice. As Bloom notes: “If I had been shown these poems by one of my undergraduates and asked, Shall I go on with it?, I would have rubbed my forehead and said, On the whole, my dear, probably not. Your future is not as a person of letters.“</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Although President Obama may not have written poetry since his college years, his fondness for poetry remains. Obama was seen <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/barackobama/3401542/Barack-Obama-still-has-time-for-a-little-poetry.html">carrying Derek Walcott's <span class="italic" style="font-style: italic;">Collected Poems, 1948-1984</span></a> shortly after his election; invited <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/01/the-inaugural-poem/">Elizabeth Alexander to read a poem at his inauguration</a>; hosted, along with First Lady Michelle Obama, a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUfekqAJHeI">celebration of poetry, music and the spoken word at the White House</a>; and noted in a recent interview that <a href="http://www.dawn.com/wps/wcm/connect/dawn-content-library/dawn/news/world/12-beat-extremists-you-can-says-obama--bi-04">he reads Urdu poetry</a>. </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><a href="http://draft.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4424749585155374824&postID=9007489889620030559" name="Notes"></a><span class="bold" style="font-weight: bold;">Notes</span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><a href="http://www.loc.gov/rr/program/bib/prespoetry/bo.html#1">1</a>. All quotations by Harold Bloom from Rebecca Mead's "<a href="http://www.newyorker.com/talk/2007/07/02/070702ta_talk_mead">Obama, Poet</a>," (<a href="http://www.newyorker.com/talk/2007/07/02/070702ta_talk_mead">http://www.newyorker.com/talk/2007/07/02/<br />
070702ta_talk_mead</a>, <em>The New Yorker</em>, July 2, 2007).</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><a href="http://www.loc.gov/rr/program/bib/prespoetry/bo.html#2">2</a>. To read other assessments of Obama's poetry, many less positive than Harold Bloom's, see "<a href="http://media.www.oxyweekly.com/media/storage/paper1200/news/2007/04/04/News/Obamas.Poetry.Skills.Draw.Scrutiny-2822022.shtml">Obama's Poetry Skills Draw Scrutiny</a>" (<a href="http://media.www.oxyweekly.com/media/storage/paper1200/news/2007/04/04/News/Obamas.Poetry.Skills.Draw.Scrutiny-2822022.shtml">http://media.www.oxyweekly.com/media/storage/paper1200/news/2007/04/04/News/<br />
Obamas.Poetry.Skills.Draw.Scrutiny-2822022.shtml</a>, <em>The Occidental Weekly</em>, April 4, 2007).</div></td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b> Poof gone bye bye (poem)</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I sat here this morning with freezing cold feet</div><div style="text-align: center;">And wrote a poem that was beautiful and sweet </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And when I hit the button to make it post now</div><div style="text-align: center;">It just vanished into thin air some how </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I worked so hard, it took me so long</div><div style="text-align: center;">And some how my poem just didn't belong </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Because it went poof, gone, bye bye</div><div style="text-align: center;">I trembled inside and wanted to cry </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where did it go and why did it leave</div><div style="text-align: center;">I may never know,all I can do now is grieve </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Poof gone bye bye, it's gone out the door</div><div style="text-align: center;">My feet are still freezing,and my poem is no more</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-48599870399239930562010-09-28T00:57:00.001-05:002010-09-28T00:59:48.494-05:00A Dream for YouA wonderful thing a mind can do, and that's is to dream. Most people cannot control their dreams. It is a product of a subconscious mind. Physically, you appear to be sleeping, but a mental condition exists that claims your mind is awake, and it is what we know as a dream. What do you really want to dream about? Maybe it's your upcoming vacation, or a vacation that you remember that was already taken. For me, I would hope it could be about that very special person in my life. In the past, I could hardly remember any dream. But presently now married to Virginia, I seem to now have dreams that I can remember, great dreams, that are kind of personal. But it's just the thought that I truly dream about Virginia that proves that our relationship is special. The following poem, written by Richard Netherland Cook, is a specal poem in which everything is happy and beautiful forever.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>A Dream For You</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">© Richard Netherland Cook</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">If I could dream</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">The dream I wanted too,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I would close my eyes,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">And dream a dream for you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I would give you all the world,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">That you are deserving of,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">And to you I would give</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">My everlasting love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I would see to it,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">That you were never sad.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">And nothing in your life</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Would ever happen bad.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I would wish for you,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">All things would go your way,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">And you would always be happy,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Each and every day.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">In my dream</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">You would stay </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Just as beautiful</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">As you are today.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Life for you would be as perfect</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">As the blueness of the sky,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">And no one would ever hurt you,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Or ever make you cry.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I know it's just a dream,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">But if dreams could come true,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I would close my eyes,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">And dream a dream for you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Richard Netherland Cook</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Copyright, 2007</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424749585155374824.post-4708986533106615492010-09-16T21:54:00.001-05:002010-09-16T21:54:48.206-05:00Truly Knowing YourselfI can remember the times before I met my wife Virginia, and during these times, I felt that I had everything in my life, but later to find out how wrong I was. Two prior marriages, two women who were part of my life, I thought I knew my feelings and my heart, but I didn't. Many years passed when I actually thought that I had everything a man could surely want in life, but I realized how wrong I was when I finally met my wife Virginia. As the saying goes, the third time is the charm, and surely it was. never have I ever been so happy as I am now, nor how much fulfillment I have in my life all because of the most special woman in my life, Virginia. Below is a poem by Joanna Fuchs, a terrific writer who writes from her heart.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Until I Met You</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">By Joanna Fuchs</span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before I met you,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I thought I was happy,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and I was,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but I had never known</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the rich contentment,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">deep satisfaction,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and total fulfillment</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">you brought to me</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">when you came into my life.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before I met you,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I felt a lot of things,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">good things,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but I had never experienced</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the indescribably intense</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">feelings I have for you.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before I met you,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I thought I knew myself,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and I did,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but you looked deep inside me</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and found fresh new things</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">for us to share.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before I met you,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I thought I knew about love,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but I didn’t,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">until I met you.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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