Poetry - 4:
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The magical, mystical, wonderful Moon Lights the night sky with a silvery boon The subject of legend --- the scorn of the church She watches the Earth from Her heavenly perch And bathing us all with Her beauty and grace She beckons us forward into Her embrace For we are Her children --- yes, She rules the tides That flow through our bodies and swell and subside Giving courage to lovers and quickening the heart And ruling emotions of various sorts With whispers of magic and all in involves Bringing personal puzzles and riddles to solve For She is the Maiden, our Mother, the Crone With Her joy, care, and comfort, we're never alone And with every lunation that comes and that goes Our love for the Moon only surges and grows
--- Dorothy Morrison |
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The perfect man is gentle, Never cruel or mean; He has a beautiful smile and he keeps his face so clean. The perfect man likes children and will raise them by your side; He'll be a darn good father, A husband to gaze on with pride. The perfect man loves cooking, He'll clean and vacuum too; He'll do anything in his power to show his love for you. The perfect man's a sweetheart, He makes poetry of your name; He's a best friend to your mother and He'll kiss away your pain. He'd rather die than make you cry or hurt you in any way; Oh stop this stupid poem ~ The perfect man is gay! --- Unknown Author |
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God
grant me the Serenity to
accept the things Courage
to change and
the Wisdom to --- Reinhold Neibuhr |
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A drop of that essential oil --- Breath of life with which we toil A grain of sand, a world complete Within the bottle these do meet. A spark, a flame, the Muses light Upon the dark face of the night A sip, to some, the waters clear And these, so, too, assemble here. Within the hazes, from the mists Gloaming's spawn and Dew's kissed Bright Ev'n Star and rising Sun Come one, come all and join the fun. --- Merry |
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He ends the night and heralds the day He wakes us up for work and play He stirs the seed deep in the Earth And sends it sprouting through Her girth He rules our months, our seasons, and days And with His fire, He lights our way He brings us joy and warms our hearts He promises a brand new start He doles out doses of Vitamin D To increase our calcium absorbency He brings us air and stirs the tides And all the while, through the sky He rides Without a cross word or a single objection Do you know who He is? Have you made the connection? He is none other than the glorious Sun Who only finds rest when our day is done.
--- Dorothy Morrison |
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