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Former Member
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FEAR
----------------------------------------Can you define it, tell me do? What sort of thing is "fear"? Self-preservation - is that the clue? Telling us life is dear? What does it look like, tell me do? Is it a flash of fire? Is it a troopship's drowning crew? Is it the front line wire? What does it sound like, tell me do? Is it a shriek at night? Is it a "boom" or merely a "boo"? Is it a shell in flight? What is its flavour, tell me do? What makes it taste so ill? Is it the witch's cauldron brew? Is it a bitter pill? What does it feel like, tell me do? Why does it raise the hair? Are you all of a shiver too, With goose pimples everywhere? What gives it odour, who can tell-? Lung-rotting chlorine's stench, Maggots or rats and the fecal smell, Of an unabadoned trench? Can you depict it? Tell me too; Does have size or form? Has war any logic for me or you? Does it have any norm? Who can dismiss it: tell me who? When could we see its end? Shall we hear turtle doves sing "coo"? Tell me we will, my friend. ~ Harold Davidson [Edit 1 times, last edit by Former Member at Sep 20, 2008 8:38:16 AM] |
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Former Member
Cruncher Joined: May 22, 2018 Post Count: 0 Status: Offline |
Tomorrow smile at someone
----------------------------------------That you've never seen before. Take time to think of others that You feel compassion for. Tomorrow tell somebody How they brighten up your day. Let random acts of kindness Put your feelings on display. Tomorrow hug your children Somewhat tighter than before. Be sure to think of all the things You can be thankful for. Pat your dog a little longer. Hug and kiss your husband/wife. Thank your God for granting you Another day of life. [Edit 1 times, last edit by Former Member at Oct 24, 2009 4:49:13 PM] |
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bjbdbest
Master Cruncher Joined: May 11, 2007 Post Count: 2333 Status: Offline Project Badges: 
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Remember this poem when you next meet
----------------------------------------an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. Crabby Old Man What do you see nurses? . . . .. . What do you see? What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me? A crabby old man . . . . . not very wise, Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes? Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply. When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!' Who seems not to notice . . . . . the things that you do. And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe? Who, resisting or not . . . . . lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill? Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me. I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still, As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will. I'm a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters . . . . . who love one another. A young boy of Sixteen . . . . with wings on his feet. Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he'll meet. A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap. Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep. At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own. Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home. A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast, Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last. At Forty, my young sons . . . . . have grown and are gone, But my woman's beside me . . . . . to see I don't mourn. At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee, Again, we know children . . . . . My loved one and me. Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead. I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own. And I think of the years . . . . . and the love that I've known. I'm now an old man . . . . . and nature is cruel. Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool. The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart. There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart. But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells, And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells. I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain. And I'm loving and living . . . . . life over again. I think of the years, all too few . . . . . gone too fast. And accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can last. So open your eyes, people . . . . . open and see. Not a crabby old man . . . Look closer . . . see ME!! --anonymous |
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bjbdbest
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Life without purpose is barren indeed.
----------------------------------------There can't be a harvest unless you plant seed. There can't be attainment unless there's a goal And man's but an object unless there's a soul. If we send no ships out, no ship will come in And unless there's a contest, nobody can win. For games can't be won unless they are played And prayers won't be answered unless they are prayed. |
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bjbdbest
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Life's not always fair
----------------------------------------An adage we know true Sometimes the nicest folk Get dished out unjust dues. When skies above are darkened Or heavy is the task It's often hard to fathom What's not within our grasp. Answers sought to comfort Escape our mortal scope What's left to counterbalance Is faith and love and hope. ~bjbdbest |
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The bar was just an ordinary, nondescript affair,
A row of stools with checkered tables scattered here and there And clientele whose faces traced the passage of the years Recounting faded memories over twenty-five cent beers. I don't know when he wandered in but, looking at his face, Even in a dive like that, the bum seemed out of place. Perhaps the rain had driven him as it had driven me To find whatever refuge from the downpour off the sea. At any rate, he shook so badly he could barely stand And held a wrinkled photograph clenched tightly in his hand. A drunk sat on one barstool, clothes and hair in disarray, And, as the bum approached him, I could hear the old man say "One beer for my sweet Rosie, sir. Just one small beer, I pray. A tribute to my sweetheart who has up and gone away. One beer to drink in memory of the one I held so dear, My Rosie would be grateful if you'll grant me one small beer." I wouldn't have thought the drunk to be awake, much less be able To hear the old man's plea or see the photo on the table, But, as he looked, one finger rose to call the barman near And, in a voice stone sober, said "Jim, give this man a beer." I must admit I was surprised at this strange turnabout For I was sure as anything he'd throw the old bum out, And would have expected anything except for what I'd heard. The old man drained the glass and left without another word. Two teens were playing pinball in one corner of the bar And, as the old man neared them, I KNEW there would be a war! The bum waved Rosie's picture and began the same tirade Just barely heard above the din the pinball buzzers made. One boy took the photograph and, as he looked, his face Rose above the cheapness and the squalor of the place. He nudged the other, who had let the pinball disappear, And, in one voice, they called aloud, "Jim, give this man a beer! Curiosity enfolded me at what had taken place And must confess I burned with strong desire to see that face. What eyes could be so piercing or what nose could be so dear? What face could be so beautiful to warrant so much beer? One by one, he made his rounds and showed the photograph. Each patron stared intently - there was not one single laugh, And, as they gave it back to him, I knew now what I'd hear - Clear voices calling, one by one, "Jim, give this man a beer!" "Hey! Let me see that photograph", I called with laughing voice. "I'll tell you if your Rosie would be something of my choice. Just let me have a little look," I added, with a leer "And, if she's pretty as you say, you'll have another beer!" The bum approached me timidly and not a single sound Escaped his features as he reached and lay the photo down. Just why his fingers trembled as he did it wasn't clear But I was sure as anything it wouldn't cost a beer! I snatched the photo quickly and I held it to my eyes And, as I looked, my features filled with anger and surprise. Was I to be a laughingstock? The victim of some prank? The features on the photograph in front of me were blank! I glared up at the old man, my eyes blazing angrily And saw a room of stone-cold faces staring back at me. Confusion made me falter at this stand the barroom took So I picked the photo up again to have another look. By staring at the photo I could see the faintest trace 0f golden hair cascading down the outline of a face. The photo had been carried, kissed and handled so darn much Her features had almost been wiped clean by this bum's loving touch! How long had this old-timer carried Rosie gingerly While seeking solace in a beer to ease the memory? I fought the wetness in my eyes and spoke up loud and clear These words, "She's beautiful, my friend. Jim, give this man a beer." From an old friend |
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Former Member
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A long time ago, the three wise men travelled to give the newly born child many gifts. The day will come when other wise men – or the same ones – shall come to fill with gifts the manger tomb of the dead child. Because the same star that shines over the newly born child also shines over the recent dead child. When that occurs, each one at their death shall be a child, and each newly born at their childbirth, shall be lifeless.
I know that the city at this time is busy with their coming and going, millions have gone out to the street with excitement to fill markets and temples. I know perfectly well that I am alone and with empty hands, motionless, in front of what is unspeakable. All this Christmas uproar at my back is like the rumour of a storm which I no longer can listen. How can I listen to it, if I have managed to look out front, during a few seconds, lightening, that lightening which lies at the bottom of the face of a live child and a dead child? I have watched the lightening and I only have two candles lit for tonight: one for the live child and another for the dead child. These take care of these two children, they watch their mystery. Those who wish to enter here with me will have to take their shoes off, take their eyes off; will have to leave behind spent and worn words when entering into this silence. Because in front of the vision of the live child and the dead child, there can only be silence. Come over and lean with me before the live child and the dead child. Come in slowly, very slowly. No agitation…Unveil smoothly and with courage. Do not ask anything, and do not fill with answers this small cradle and tomb, so small that not even a speck of dust can be found there. Prepare to weep with the first one and laugh with the second. Are they prepared to listen to this secret? The cradle is empty, and so is the tomb. Yes, I know, it is terrible, but at the same time so beautiful. And what is terrible can be a brother of what is beautiful. Because these two children – the live and dead – are brothers, I have seen them playing together. The children live by miracle. And those of us who have seen the face of a live child and of a dead child also live by miracle. And if you lean over with me over the cradle and tomb of a child, you will understand that you are also dead children, and that each one of us is the cradle and tomb of a live child and a dead child. JP |
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bjbdbest
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The road’s not often easy
----------------------------------------We stumble, grasp & climb Some memories are pleasant But not always all the time The balance of our fate Take convoluted twists No guarantees are written On predetermined lists And years pass by more quickly Than they ever did before Why waste today to wonder What tomorrow holds in store Look deep within yourself Count your blessings one by one What would others say of you When your day is done ~bjbdbest |
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I Believe...
----------------------------------------That just because two people argue, It doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, It doesn't mean they do love each other. I Believe... That we don't have to change friends if We understand that friends change. I Believe.... That no matter how good a friend is, They're going to hurt you every once in a while And you must forgive them for that. I Believe.... That true friendship continues to grow, Even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love. I Believe... That you can do something in an instant That will give you heartache for life. I Believe.... That it's taking me a long time To become the person I want to be. I Believe... That you should always leave loved ones with Loving words. It may be the last time you see them. I Believe.... That you can keep going long after you think you can't. I Believe.... That we are responsible for what We do, no matter how we feel. I Believe... That either you control your attitude or it controls you. I Believe... That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, Regardless of the consequences. I Believe.... That my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time. I Believe.... That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up. I Believe... That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, But that doesn't give me the right to be cruel. I Believe.... That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had And what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated. I Believe..... That it isn't always enough, To be forgiven by others. Sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself. I Believe... That no matter how bad your heart is broken The world doesn't stop for your grief. I Believe.... That our background and circumstances May have influenced who we are, But, we are responsible for who we become. I Believe... That you shouldn't be so eager to find Out a secret. It could change your life Forever. I Believe.... Two people can look at the exact same Thing and see something totally different. I Believe... That your life can be changed in a matter of Hours by people who don't even know you. I Believe... That even when you think you have no more to give, When a friend cries out to you - You will find the strength to help. I Believe... That credentials on the wall Do not make you a decent human being. I Believe... That the people you care about most in life Are taken from you too soon. I Believe... That you should send this to All of the people that you believe in, I just did. The happiest of people don't necessarily Have the best of everything; They just make the most of everything they have. |
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