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footprints
Sep 16, 2006 | 10:40AM
Footprints In The Sand
One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Scenes from his life flashed across the sky
and he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,
one belonging to him and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life had flashed before him,
he recalled that at the lowest and saddest times of his life
there was only one set of footprints.
Dismayed, he asked, "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you'd walk with me all the way.
I don't understand why, when I needed you most,
you would leave me."
The Lord replied, "My precious child.
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering
when you saw only one set of footprints...
That was when I carried you."
Let's Walk Together
As We Trudge The Road To Happy Destiny!!
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Beautiful Pictures
Sep 16, 2006 | 10:28AM
Beautiful Pictures
The most beautiful pictures
hanging in memories hall
are the thoughts of the ocean,
that was the best of all.
Not for the rumbling waves
rushing in and out to sea
not for the sun's warmth
shinning its light on me.
Not for the feel of sand
running in and out of my toes,
nor for the salty air
something far better it shows.
For once we walked beside
the ocean, you and me,
together our love bloomed
that was the best, you see.
All the most beautiful pictures
hanging in memories hall,
was the time spent with you...
that was the best of all.
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thinking of you.
Sep 16, 2006 | 10:25AM
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blog things
Sep 16, 2006 | 10:18AM
my grandaughter introduced me to a webside 'blog things' and i didnt have a clue what i was filling in but at the end of the quiz this is what came out, probaly not surprising as i live, dream and think about chocolate.
| You Are Mud Pie |
 You're the perfect combo of flavor and depth
Those who like you give into their impulses |
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rainfroest
Sep 15, 2006 | 1:00PM
What is a rainforest?
I bet you'd like to know.
It's a place where animals live,
And plants and trees grow.
It's got birds, amphibians, and mammals,
Reptiles, insects, and fish.
There are many kinds of fruits,
Which make a lovely dish.
There are millions and millions of species,
Of animals, plants, and trees.
But they're all disappearing,
They need your help, please!
The trees are all being cut,
Only seven percent remain.
What have we done to our world?
We must be completely insane.
The animals live in the forest,
Over one million kinds.
When the trees go, so do they,
So don't just act as if your blind.
We need the trees for oxygen,
And the animals need it too.
The rainforest provides many products we need,
With many things to study and do.
We have to take care of the forests,
'Cause half the world's creatures live there.
So write a letter or talk to your friends,
To show you really care!
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dance of greetings
Sep 15, 2006 | 12:54PM
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A moment of silence.
They announce The Dancer.
Polite applause.
The music stirs.
The pulse of the drum quickens.
My everyday world fades away
as I approach the Gate.
Behind me lies my waking life.
Ahead of me lie only possibilities.
I step through the Gate,
onto the stage.
I am The Dancer.
I am Salomé, veiled in mystery.
I am Inanna, the Evening Star.
Feel my warmth as I share my art with you.
Feel my joy as I draw inspiration from the music.
Feel my power as I transform it into movement.
Feel my energy as I work my magic.
I am The Dancer.
I am Salomé, veiled in mystery.
I am Inanna, the Evening Star.
In full regalia, I command the stage.
And yet, I hold something back—
I am veiled,
robed in anticipation of things to come.
Promise. Potential. Pacing.
For now, I greet you, but veil my inner self.
Perhaps later I will unveil and share more.
I am The Dancer.
I am Salomé, veiled in mystery.
I am Inanna, the Evening Star.
Promise. Potential. Pacing.
Power lurks behind the veil,
power not yet unleashed,
power only hinted at—for now.
I pace myself for the dance yet to come.
I am The Dancer.
I am Salomé, veiled in mystery.
I am Inanna, the Evening Star.
My Dance Of Greeting draws to a close
as the music winds down.
The creative energy I’ve raised
draws a breath and waits.
Together, we’ve formed a triad of Power:
You, the musicians, and me.
Together, we’ll pass through the next Gate
and draw away the veil,
and explore the dance to come.
I am The Dancer.
I am Salomé, veiled in mystery.
I am Inanna, the Evening Star.
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poem
Sep 11, 2006 | 12:37PM
Guinness
Guinness was discovered
in the eleventh century
when Ireland
was off the coast of Africa.
The English were so jealous
of this Irish discovery
they sent a secret army
to paddle on the South side
and move the island north.
But for all their trickery,
and even invasion,
they never found the secret
of the Guinness brew
because, of course,
Guinness isn’t brewed:
it is
(sorry about this)
mined.
Guinness is a hard rock,
rather like coal,
but when it contacts air
chemicals react
making a liquid.
The fossils are born again
as Guinness pigs,
and the occasional lump
is pressed into a disc:
a Guinness record.
Some people
have guessed the secret
and tried to mine Guinness
but,
foolishly,
they search underground
for a black liquid
so,
instead,
they find oil
which doesn’t taste as nice,
but,
still,
it makes them rich.
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fox hunting
Sep 11, 2006 | 12:25PM
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a dogs life
Sep 11, 2006 | 12:24PM
The ice was soft and treacherous at dawn
this next to last day of the dying year.
We left the dog back home to keep
our daughter company over New Year's in
the apartment off Fifth Avenue, although
he did enjoy New Hampshire's wintered woods
one year ago, barking to his tiny heart's content
and charging off in New York Yorkshire terrier
glee through the deep snow when we forsook
the beaten track to seek a shortcut.
Trouble was, at just four pounds,
the snow was deeper than he was, and pretty soon
he vanished, trapped shivering and bewildered
at the icy foot of one of my steep boot prints.
Not all dogs face such problems
as we heard last night--seems that a doe,
trying to cross the lake, went through
with her front legs and, struggling, snapped them
so that she became an unexpected Christmas feast
for a passing coy-dog
(half-coyote) who, working from the rear,
consumed the poor demented creature piece
by living piece, reminding city-folks, as yet another
year bleeds into history, that there's a cruelty in things
will not be outrun, and that there must be easier ways
to die, all things considered.
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what do you see?
Sep 06, 2006 | 12:18PM
Old man or couple kissing? Can't see it? Click Here
Woman at a Vanity or a skull?
What word do you see? For answer click here.
Do you see a dog?
How many horses?
Saxaphone player or lady?
Do you see the triangle?
Two faces or a vase?
Duck or rabbit?
Young woman or old hag?
Are these lines horozontal, vertical or do they slope?
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