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A PRAYER FOR THE CHILDREN
(By Ina J. Hughes)
We pray for the children
who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants,
who sneak popsickles before supper,
who erase holes in their math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
We pray for those
who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers,
Who never "counted potatoes,"
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never go to the circus,
who live in an x-rated world.
We pray for the children
who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with bandaids and sing off key,
who squeeze tooothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.
And we pray for those
who never get dessert,
who have no blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monstors are real.
We pray for the children
who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed, and never rinse out the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church or temple and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we pray for those
whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We pray for the children
who want to be carried and for those who must,
for those we never give up on and for those who don't
get a second chance,
for those we smother.....and for those who will grab
the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
Amen
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Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes
by Ben Jonson
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine,
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosey wreath,
Not so much honoring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered by,
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.
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THE WINDOW:
This little box is all i have,
when its open i can see,
its my window to your world.
Each night you open it to me,
each night with it,
together we can be.
for right now it will have to do,
till i can really be with you.
with every night we learn more and more,
and now we know what ICQ was invented
for.
Call it coincidence, or destiny,but
i think you were meant for me.
By: Me (christie)
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To realize the value of one hour:
Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
Time waits for no one.
Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when you can
share
it with someone
special.
-author unknown
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The Angel Wish
This little angel was sent from above,
to give you
so i am told, that once you
have mad your wish,
A dream will come true.
One for me and for you
by me (christie)
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WEDDING DAY
On this day...
Two hearts, two lives
love as one, from this
day on united they shall
stand. Entwined for a life
time. --christie(me)
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WHAT I GIVE TO YOU
i laid it there for all the world to see
my heart my soul all that you meant to me
it was my only chance i had i took it gracefully
and now i am glad
you had to know you had to see
just what you meant to me
are you happy with what i have done
should i have kept inside just what i feel
lingering in every moment. As time
pushes us a part, why try to fight .
Look what god hasgiven us...
No! Time i won't let you win tonight!!
--christie(me)
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Tonight I sit
alone,
wishing you were
here.
I long for
you,
to hold me like
you do
in all my
dreams.
i've come so
far,
I can't go
back.
I fell in love.
I want you
here,
don't want this
void.
Will you come to
me,
will you answer
my
call of...
love.
BY: Me (Christie)
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Feelings
I can't describe how good it feels to be you.
If only I could tell you how it feels inside, to know that you are mine.
I only want to you have in my life forever. Its true. I do.
I only want to be with you.
You make soar like birds in the sky.
Without I think I'd die.
When I am sad hold close and near your skin.
You make smile. You make me laugh. You make me grin.
When I am in your arms I feel happy,
to know our love is free to be!
--christie(me)
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MORE THEN WORDS
More then words shall ever say ,
more then hearts shall ever feel.
Thats all i know, is to feel for
someone that means as to me as you do !!
More then words shall l ever say
more then touch of our skin together
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN FOR SOMEONE SPECIAL!!
--christie(me)
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the arrival
the warm air begin to chill as
old mr.winter sets in.
the birds are flying now
flying far away.
please come back again the sun
calls to them,
when it is a warmer day.
the winter first snow begins
to fall and now all is white.
when will spring be back? when,
will the sun shine warm?
when one morning you awake and
all is green and the birds chirp loudly
then you know it has returned to brighten up the your year.
--christie(me)
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FINDING SOMEONE...
It started with just a look.
I would never have guessed.
We were just friends ..
having a laugh.
But when at first you touched me, I felt something more inside.
Now you kiss me and pull me near.
You say you love me, that is what
I have been waiting to hear.
Your voice softens my dreams,
the look in your eyes makes me believe, that your love is real.
I never knew what I wanted till I spent that night with you...
now I know I always want to be with you...
--christie(me)
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Goodbye:
it was a cold november day
the rain was pouring
down on my skin.
I had nothing to hide..I was there for all
the world to see
I was felt uncovered standing there.. but I clocked in shame
and all we had shared was being washed away
and all that you wanted say
I could see in your eyes
The deepening of the word good bye.
You was rushing of to your flight
and my arms were lingering to hold you like
they had done so many nights.
what could I do
what could I say, you had already
detrimed to walk away.
and all that you wanted say
I could see in your eyes
The deepening of the word good bye.
And that old cold rain kept coming down.
I wanted to walk i wanted to run i wanted
fling from this pain that i was in. Then you turned
to me to say..but
all that was there
i could see in your eyes
The deepening of the word good bye
--christie(me)
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SOME OF MY FAVORITE POEM OR QUOTES THAT I HAVE GATHERED OVER MY LIFE......
A Motto for life--by Audrey Hepburn
"For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his fingers through it
once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk
alone ...
People, even more than things, have to be restored,
renewed, revived, reclaimed
and redeemed and redeemed and redeemed.
Never throw out anybody.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand,
you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older you will discover that you have two
hands.
One for helping yourself, the other for helping
others."
http://www.audreyhepburn.com
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This is one of my most precious poems...I was read this each night as a child...thank you Rob for helping me find the words to this poem..And thank you mother for bring me this poem in to my life..
WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe--
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three,
"We have come to fish for the herringfish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea--
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish--
Never afeard are we";
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken
And Nod.
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam--
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea--
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,.......
And Nod.
POET: EUGENE FIELD
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THE PRAYER
Lord let there be no moment in her life
When she regrets that she became my wife,
And keep her dear eyes just a trifle blind
To my defects, and to my failings kind!
Help me to do the utmost that i can
to prove myself her measure of a man,
But, if i often as mortals may,
Grant the she never see my feet of clay!
And let her make allowance--now ant then-
that we are only grown-up boys, we men,
So, loving all our children, she will see,
Sometimes, a remnant of the child in me!
Since years must bring to all their load of care,
let us togethr every burdan bear,
And when death beckons one its path along,
May not the two of us be parted long!!!
---Mazie V. Caruthers
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THE COLORS
"you can not choose your battlefield,
the gods do that for you,
but you can plant a standard
where a standard never flew."
--Nathalia Crane
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SHOULD YOU GO FIRST
"Should you go first and I remain
to walk the road alone,
I'll live in memory's garden, dear,
with happy days we've known.
In spring I'll watch for roses red
when fades the lilac blue,
In early fall when brown leaves call
I'll catch a glimpse of you.
Should you go first and I remain
For battles to be fought,
Each thing you've touched along the way
will be a hallowed spot.
I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile,
Though blindly I may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
will buoy me on with hope.
Should you go first and I remain
To finish with the scroll,
No length'ning shadows shall creep in
To make this life seem droll.
We've known so much of happiness,
we've had our cup of joy
And memory is one gift of god
That death cannot destroy.
Should you go first and I remain
One thing I'd have you do;
Walk slowly down that long, lone path,
For soon I'll follow you.
I'll want to know each step you take
that I make take the same.
For someday, down that lonely road,
You'll hear me call your name."
--Albert Rowswell
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To Celia
Drink to me, only, with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st back to me:
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.
Ben Jonson
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