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Daily Archives: August 25, 2013

Finding Peace

The long road represents time
With every narrow passing
A piece of life becomes sublime
Its nature is to reckon our liking
We raise our children to bring the future
Presence into our hearts and mind
Knowing their lives evolve only to assure
Beyond the comforts of home left behind
A quiet melody breaks when love is erased
A soft heart weeps at a moment’s loss
The tears of love will forever be embraced
As we are finding peace; Spiritual cross
The emotional netting of family now knows expanse
A child’s tear ventures upon life’s passionate chance

Thom Amundsen

A Little Prayer – Promote Yourself


Before I sleep, when the night’s at peace;
I caIl on Him with the dancing bees;
I don’t do this for you to be pleased;
but for me to be able to live with ease.
Trials and hardships have tested my faith;
A way out isn’t a problem ‘cause there is to create;
There are a lot of things that I wish to state;
but it is for you to discover, so go and change the fate!
As time passes by, we all move along;
Trying to find the place where we really belong;
Some are confused but please don’t get them wrong;
Because they couldn’t have seen yet the lyrics of the song.
There are problems that seem to last forover;
Stand up, face them, be strong and clever;
Don’t forget that you can cry on His shoulder;
You’ll feel a lot better when you say a little prayer.

Shavaun Lemieux

Bank holiday weekends why does it always rain?

I saw a show on the Discover Channel that said that it’s much more likely to have rain on the weekend than on a weekday. All week long, industry and transportation are putting particulates in the air. Raindrops coalesce around particulates. By the weekend, the air is saturated enough to cause it to rain, and then the sky is cleaned out and the cycle starts all over again.

If this is true, then it stands to reason that it would be more likely to rain on a holiday Monday than a regular Monday, because often on the weekend, people stay home, but on holiday weekends, people are more likely to travel.

Or maybe you just notice it more.


The Window – Promote Yourself



I can feel the cold breeze,
As I open the window to reminisce.
Remembering everything we had together
And I just can’t accept that you are now in peace.

You always let me pass through that window.
You said I am a child whom should know
That it is better to rain than to snow,
But the drizzle in my heart will never go.

Being strong is what you taught me
Until I realized that it is not the real me
I am weak; I can’t even try to skii.
I just tried harder for you to see.

I didn’t imagine what my life could be
Without you beside me.
Now I am here crying in front of the tree
Because I know I can’t have you back for free.

Everyday I wish to be with you
Chatting, laughing and playing are what we used to do.
In my heart there is always you,
But now all I can say is Adieu.

Iana Shirin

“Ode to Cat Hair” – Promote Yourself


Hark! Hear the sneezes of chosen ones.
Thine tiny hairs of potency they cannot out run.
All seasons, winter through fall,
your omnipresence is evident to all.
Whither can one go to escape your confident displays
of black on white, white on black, every shade displaying all the browns and greys?
If I go to the depths of the sea,
you manage to float by my eye like a wayward bee.
If I go to the heavens Leo awaits
to add his contribution to those who contemplate
the mysterious nature of that which has once again found its way onto their dinner plate!
If I remain on the earth and carefully search through history’s books’ garlands
I would find the Son of God blessed you with a wave of his hand;
or t’was it dismissal from his robe by command?
In the coldest lands men make snowy cocoons,
you are there.
In the hottest of wastelands among the sandy dunes,
you are there.
Your endurance is astounding and focused
defying even the most thorough removal process.
‘Tis for records eternal these verses have been chiselled.
For want of a climate destroyed and all life begun anew
you shall remain, you and your furry crew
surviving what dinosaurs could not, or Trojans too.
O cat hair, once apocalyptic doom has come from whence and gone thither,
settle upon the ruins of wasteland and humanity withered.
Cat hair, hear and believe, you always have the last laugh, disembodied critter!

Stephanie Matthews

Inside Looking Out – Promote Yourself

My name is Chris Ball, I’m a 35 year proud Dad of an amazing son and an electrical test engineer from Plymouth in England. I write when i feel the urge and or need and i read when i find the time.
This is a poem from the point of view of a goldfish, its kind of metaphorical but more blunt than subtle.


Solitary, but content,
Looking out from his own world,
A memory longer than you’d ever know.
Sustenance from above drifting ever closer,
That no hands could ever gather.

How they stare and gawp,
Torturous tapping to gain his attention,
But he does not hear,
Just feels the pain,
And once again,
Floats off in his own enclosed world.

How I envy him and all he can do,
Literally breathing in the very world around him,
Relying on all those outside for all that he knows,
For without them he will not be.

Does he know that one sad day,
His whole world will turn up-side-down?
From his perspective he will not notice,
But we will, we will.

By Chris Ball

August showers

August showers

Watering the flowers

No sun in sight

Staying in tonight,

People rushing

To miss the raindrops

Staying longer in the shops

Cold feet and hands

Where people stand

Waiting for the rain to ease,

Catching colds in the August breeze

August showers

So much power

Flooding to come

It’s raining again,

Let’s run

Gillian Sims

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