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mudpuppy:
Poetry is a much better subject than politics.

There once was a man from Nantucket...  :)

mud

sea storm:
AWWWWW

SO LOVELY and we can go there whenever we choose to.

Meh:
Just Hi is all. Was trying to find the anything string of posts, perhaps I am missing it because I am tired.

'Hello! hello!
Come down below,--
It's lovely and cool
Out here in the pool;
On a lily-pad float
For a nice green boat.
Here we sit and sing
In a pleasant ring;
Or leap frog play,
In the jolliest way.
Our games have begun,
Come join in the fun.'
Hello! Hello!

~ Louisa May Alcott





Salutations To Agitations - Poem by Kyle Laws
These are the days to fall in love.
To live life happy and to rise above,
But strangely to say I don't feel a bit.
Engulfed in shadow and detained in transit.

Defaulting on life is what I do best.
Living day to day through the ones we detest.
Supplying empty salutations to bountiful agitations.
I'm trying to find my way out.
Kyle Laws


(okay I find poems by doing a google search on subject)

lighter:
Garbonzo:

The Laws poem left me feeling a little hopeless, so.....

Here's one that makes me feel hopeful, and happy.

'She Let Go'

She let go of fear.

She let go of judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the 'right' reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn't ask anyone for advice.

She didn't read a book on how to let go.
She just let go.
She let go of all the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all the calculations about how to do it just right.

she didn't promise to let it go.

She didn't journal about it.
She didn't write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement.

She didn't check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.

She didn't analyze whether she should let go.

She didn't call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn't utter one word.
She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.  There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.  No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.  There was no struggle.

It wasn't good.  It wasn't bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.  A light breeze blew through her.

And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

Here's to giving ourselves the gift of letting go......

There's only one guru - you.

The author of this poem is unclear.  A few sites list Ernest Holmes as the author, another Jennifer Eckert Bernau and still another Rev. Safire Rose.

Whoever wrote it.... it's lovely every time.

Lighter

Bettyanne:
Mary had a little lamb
It's fleece was white as snow
and everywhere that Mary went
the lamb was sure to go.

It followed her to school on one day,
which was against the rules.
It made the children laugh and play,
to see the lamb at school.

And so the teacher turned it out,
but still it lingered near.
And it waited patiently about,
until Mary did appear.

Why does the lamb love Mary so?
the eager children cry;
Why, Mary loves the lamb. you know,
the teacher did reply.

I am sharing this story above as we needed this sweet love from our mothers or dad's.  But also this story is
about a family member of my cousins family from Maine.  Her mother's grandfather went to school with Mary....making this poem
even more meaningful.
But true Love is what was taking place between a little girl and her pet lamb.
I could feel tears in my eyes come as I wrote this poem above.

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