Little Daffodils Spring From The Grass
Red, yellow and a tinge of orange
The carpet of flowers bringing colour to my life
And I feel the summer's warmth melting my heart.
Near the oak tree the birds chirp a song
A song of blessing to those around
Little do we know, what the song means
But it touches our soul till we're tingling deep within.
I look around to admire God's creation
And wonder, how much time I took off a day
To sit in my garden and enjoy the breeze
The whispering flowers
The swishing of leaves
And the sunset that leaves swirls of blue and orange in the sky
Colouring the horizon
Colouring my garden.
The Owl Never Told Me
Rabecca Campbell
The owl never told me
of the things the whispers said
as they were carried by the wind
through the trees above my head
The squirrel never did tell me
of the things that he would see
as he watched the world from burrows
that he built up in the trees
But does that mean I never knew
the prompts of conscience in the breeze
or guessed the sights of wisdom
only tops of trees can see
I laughed all through the daylight hours
of truths I may have known
but the doubt I kept inside of me
kept them from being shown
I looked upon the wise man
and found him not so wise
as much as inspirational
and I cut him down to size
I know I am no better
in fact it makes me smile, that
those who keep their thoughts inside
are forever viewed as "child"
The sun peaks high in afternoon
then he slumps down and sighs
and flashes shadows on the ground
casts darkness to our eyes
Now awakes the owl
wise in all his years
spreads his wings upon the wind
that whispers in his ears
The squirrel returns to his burrows
high up in the trees
the branches bend and creak with time
he looks to the world and sees
The sun bows down his head in shame
his light begins to dim
the time is rainbow flavored clouds
as night time now begins
Horizon sinks and pin hole lights
of stars begin to shine
I smile a feeble smile and think
now this must be MY time
A perfect balance between worlds
between lightness and the dark
between the owl and the squirrel
for it is SUNSET IN THE PARK
The Mountains Run Along the West
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Sunday, March 13, 2011
Here Comes The Shadow Of The Night
The sun with all its radiant hues
Is slowly settling down
While high above, the evening muse
Spreads her velvet gown
And as the last glimpse of the light
Silently fades away
Here comes the shadow of the night
Engulfing our way
A sense of doubt arise in me
When I beheld that sight
But whatever uncertainty
It brought; I have no fright
For darkness means a twist of fate
From what the day had been
An evening rest, my bed await
Within my Father's inn
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Is slowly settling down
While high above, the evening muse
Spreads her velvet gown
And as the last glimpse of the light
Silently fades away
Here comes the shadow of the night
Engulfing our way
A sense of doubt arise in me
When I beheld that sight
But whatever uncertainty
It brought; I have no fright
For darkness means a twist of fate
From what the day had been
An evening rest, my bed await
Within my Father's inn
Read more: http://www.inspirational-poems.net/poems-about-nature#ixzz1GX2qVf9v
LOVE THE NATURE
Sailing on the Deep, Blue Sky
Paul Betz
The sky is as a vast blue sea.
White clouds roll forth as waves.
The moon it shines for all to see,
As lighthouses beam rays.
The planes become ships of the sky.
Swift breeze becomes the mist.
A bird floats through the clouds on high,
Like nothing else exists.
Both oceans hold their jewels grand,
Like treasure chests and stars.
They both contain uncharted land,
The unknown isle and Mars.
Read more: http://www.inspirational-poems.net/poems-about-nature#ixzz1GX2R3A2f
Paul Betz
The sky is as a vast blue sea.
White clouds roll forth as waves.
The moon it shines for all to see,
As lighthouses beam rays.
The planes become ships of the sky.
Swift breeze becomes the mist.
A bird floats through the clouds on high,
Like nothing else exists.
Both oceans hold their jewels grand,
Like treasure chests and stars.
They both contain uncharted land,
The unknown isle and Mars.
Read more: http://www.inspirational-poems.net/poems-about-nature#ixzz1GX2R3A2f
Friends Forever
You say we're best friends,
Yet we have nothing in common,
You love romantic movies,
I love horror movies,
You love the color white,
I love the color black,
Youy wear dresses and skirts,
I wear jeans and t-shirts,
You curl your hair,
I wear a baseball cap,
But no matter haow different we are,
We'll always be,
Freinds Forever!!
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Yet we have nothing in common,
You love romantic movies,
I love horror movies,
You love the color white,
I love the color black,
Youy wear dresses and skirts,
I wear jeans and t-shirts,
You curl your hair,
I wear a baseball cap,
But no matter haow different we are,
We'll always be,
Freinds Forever!!
Read more: http://www.inspirational-poems.net/inspirational-friendship-poems/530-friends-forever#ixzz1GX21Etqt
Men take only their needs into consideration, never their abilities.
Napoleon Bonaparte
Opportunities? They are all around us… There is power living latent everywhere waiting for the observant eye to discover it.
Marden, Orison Swett
Learn to smile at every situation. See it as an opportunity to prove your strength and ability.
Contributed by Joe Brown
In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.
Albert Einstein
There is no security on this earth, there is only opportunity.
General Douglas MacArthur
Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.
Thomas Edison
If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door.
Milton Berle
Opportunity dances with those who are ready on the dance floor.
H. Jackson Brown Jr.
Don’t wait for extraordinary circumstance to do good; try to use ordinary situations.
Charles Richter
Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.
Theodore Roosevelt
Too many people are thinking of securty instead of opportunity. They seem more afraid of life than death.
James F. Byrnes
The pessimist sees difficulty in every opportunity. The optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.
Winston Churchill
I always tried to turn every disaster into an opportunity.
John D. Rockefeller, Jr.
Accept yourself as you are. Otherwise you will never see opportunity. You will not feel free to move toward it; you will feel you are not deserving.
Maxwell Maltz
Napoleon Bonaparte
Opportunities? They are all around us… There is power living latent everywhere waiting for the observant eye to discover it.
Marden, Orison Swett
Learn to smile at every situation. See it as an opportunity to prove your strength and ability.
Contributed by Joe Brown
In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.
Albert Einstein
There is no security on this earth, there is only opportunity.
General Douglas MacArthur
Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.
Thomas Edison
If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door.
Milton Berle
Opportunity dances with those who are ready on the dance floor.
H. Jackson Brown Jr.
Don’t wait for extraordinary circumstance to do good; try to use ordinary situations.
Charles Richter
Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.
Theodore Roosevelt
Too many people are thinking of securty instead of opportunity. They seem more afraid of life than death.
James F. Byrnes
The pessimist sees difficulty in every opportunity. The optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.
Winston Churchill
I always tried to turn every disaster into an opportunity.
John D. Rockefeller, Jr.
Accept yourself as you are. Otherwise you will never see opportunity. You will not feel free to move toward it; you will feel you are not deserving.
Maxwell Maltz
Poems about Independence
I am a lioness locked in a cramped cage
that barely allows me to breathe.
What I want more than anything
is escape,
someone to free me from my bonds,
or better yet;
the strength to tear this tiny cage apart.
I want to walk around,
stretch my dreary legs and take
a deep, sweet breath of freedom.
I am not the only caged lion, there are others too,
some have grown accustomed to their confinement and
cannot understand my pain.
They say I am foolish.
They say I should enjoy the protective nature
of these bars.
They say my great escape would be short lived.
They say I would only return
with my tail tucked between quivering legs.
I say they are foolish.
I could not have been born in this cage
that has suppressed my ultimate potentials.
I yearn to join the free lions...
I dream of them...
I can see the happiness in their eyes
that glitter with freedom.
I listen to the stories of their great adventures
and long to join them on the next one.
And then my heart fills with sadness
and my cage feels smaller,
I can hardly breathe now
and the rain falls from my eye
Read more: http://www.inspirational-poems.net/freedom-poems#ixzz1GWxV8sQm
that barely allows me to breathe.
What I want more than anything
is escape,
someone to free me from my bonds,
or better yet;
the strength to tear this tiny cage apart.
I want to walk around,
stretch my dreary legs and take
a deep, sweet breath of freedom.
I am not the only caged lion, there are others too,
some have grown accustomed to their confinement and
cannot understand my pain.
They say I am foolish.
They say I should enjoy the protective nature
of these bars.
They say my great escape would be short lived.
They say I would only return
with my tail tucked between quivering legs.
I say they are foolish.
I could not have been born in this cage
that has suppressed my ultimate potentials.
I yearn to join the free lions...
I dream of them...
I can see the happiness in their eyes
that glitter with freedom.
I listen to the stories of their great adventures
and long to join them on the next one.
And then my heart fills with sadness
and my cage feels smaller,
I can hardly breathe now
and the rain falls from my eye
Read more: http://www.inspirational-poems.net/freedom-poems#ixzz1GWxV8sQm
The Daddy Sound
I heard the "Daddy Sound,"
the reassuring, comfort sound
he, and only he, could make
to which I often fell asleep.
It was an evening sound,
an after-bedtime sound,
which sometimes I could hear,
and knew I was protected.
It was his sound, and his alone;
rough, rhythmic, brushing.
It was a magic part of childhood,
a special moment I could hear.
I grew up, moved away and married,
began a family of my own,
and forgot the comfort of
the "Daddy Sound."
Then one ordinary day,
after relaxing shower,
I calmly thoughtfully scratched myself
and heard a buried memory:
The "Daddy Sound" from long ago.
Stunned in shock, I stood
and realized what I'd heard
and treasured all those years.
That special, magic sound, so comforting,
was mundane, simple - and somewhat crude.
My father was simply, leisurely -
scratching his hairy behind.
Read more: http://www.inspirational-poems.net/parents-poems/427-the-daddy-sound#ixzz1GWwEo7El
the reassuring, comfort sound
he, and only he, could make
to which I often fell asleep.
It was an evening sound,
an after-bedtime sound,
which sometimes I could hear,
and knew I was protected.
It was his sound, and his alone;
rough, rhythmic, brushing.
It was a magic part of childhood,
a special moment I could hear.
I grew up, moved away and married,
began a family of my own,
and forgot the comfort of
the "Daddy Sound."
Then one ordinary day,
after relaxing shower,
I calmly thoughtfully scratched myself
and heard a buried memory:
The "Daddy Sound" from long ago.
Stunned in shock, I stood
and realized what I'd heard
and treasured all those years.
That special, magic sound, so comforting,
was mundane, simple - and somewhat crude.
My father was simply, leisurely -
scratching his hairy behind.
Read more: http://www.inspirational-poems.net/parents-poems/427-the-daddy-sound#ixzz1GWwEo7El
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