June 2, 2012 at 6:11 pm (Poem of the Day)
Tags: diamond glint, Do not stand at my grave and weep, education, entertainment, gentle autumn rain, mary frye, Mary Frye (1932), nature, old poem, poem, poems, quiet birds, soft starlight, woman steps, words
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Mary Frye (1932)
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
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May 30, 2012 at 9:41 pm (Rant)
Tags: dailies, funny poems, literature, poem, writing
Ok I cheated a little bit today as I forgot to post my dailies yesterday. I posted two funny poems and put them under Poem and Joke of the day. Hope you dont mind too much.
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May 30, 2012 at 9:38 pm (Joke of the Day, Poem of the Day)
Tags: animals, comedy, entertainment, fun, funny, funny animals, joke, jokes, lol, love, nature, people, poem, poems, The Horse Ride, travel, words
The Horse Ride
Taking a romantic ride today,
We sat upon the wagon.
Suddenly the horse lifted his tail
And we heard a roaring dragon!
The deafening sound hurt my ears
And the smell burned the hairs in my nose.
My girlfriend sat and glared at me.
Somehow my fault I suppose.
It was my idea to take the ride,
But how was I to know?
It really wasn’t in my plans;
Didn’t know the horse would blow.
The noise and the smell were bad enough,
As the wind blew quickly by.
But I think the very worst of it,
Was the brown stuff in my eye.
My girlfriend’s face turned angry red.
So I figured I wouldn’t dare,
Advise her of the smelly pieces
Of horse stuff in her hair.
The horse finally stopped; my girl ran away,
Stubbornly lifting her chin.
I think that horse was enjoying himself,
Cause I’m sure I saw him grin.
A lesson learned for me today.
Although I must confess,
I laughed so hard I nearly cried
As I wiped away the mess.
Source: The Horse Ride, Humorous Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-horse-ride#ixzz1wOKSxceJ
http://www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
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May 30, 2012 at 9:31 pm (Joke of the Day, Poem of the Day)
Tags: bean sprouts, comedy, Diet, don hewitt, entertainment, food, fun, funny, health, joke, jokes, life poem, lol, mental-health, old poem, paper shredder, poem, poems, words
A Dieter’s Despair
© Don Hewitt
Oh my soul, be thou quiet
This is not ‘another diet’
Just a program of exchange
Though some things do seem strange
Raw vegetables and ‘brock-o-lee’
Does not sound too good to me
Lots of tofu and bean sprouts
While my empty stomach shouts
The meaning here is quite plain;
This program is designed for pain
Someone with anorexia planned
A program that tastes like sand
My hands are sweating, my soul is dreading
I must keep this thing from spreading
My only hope, the paper shredder
It finally made this diet better
Source: A Dieter’s Despair, Funny Life Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-dieters-despair#ixzz1wOIbHzEb
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May 28, 2012 at 10:56 pm (Poem of the Day)
Tags: entertainment, friend, friend hannah, funny, funny friendship poem, Hannah, lol, poem, poems, words
Friend
© Hannah
You and I are friends
You laugh, I laugh
You cry, I cry
You scream, I scream
You run, I run
You jump, I jump
You jump off a
bridge, I’m going to
miss you buddy:)
Source: You And I Are Friends, Funny Friendship Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/you-and-i-are-friends#ixzz1wCxFD9el
http://www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
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May 28, 2012 at 10:53 pm (Poem of the Day)
Tags: Jeff Opperman, literature, lol, nature, Orange, outdoors, poem, travel, words, writing
Orange
© Jeff Opperman
Now see the beautiful sunset ore the ocean blue
Fiery colors due abound of poems there are a few
I wish that I could write one, about that perfect hue
But nothing rhymes with Orange
Orchards stretch for miles, they never seem to stop
There nectar baring fruit is one that’s hard to top
A fruit that justifies a sonnet, but might as well be rock
But nothing rhymes with Orange
How do I describe a basketball?
Or the bricks within my garden wall
The autumn leaves before they fall
But nothing rhymes with Orange
So the hardest line you’ll ever write
One to keep you up all night
So please tell if you might
What the hell rhymes with ORANGE?
Source: Nothing Rhymes with Orange, Orange, Humorous Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/orange#ixzz1wCwFE5cB
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May 27, 2012 at 5:30 am (Poem of the Day)
Tags: ampler, animals, crumb, Emily Dickinson., entertainment, food, indiaman, old poem, plenty smiles, poem, poems, religion, woman steps, words
GOD GAVE A LOAF TO EVERY BIRD
by Emily Dickinson.
God gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,–
My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat
That made the pellet mine,–
Too happy in my sparrow chance
For ampler coveting.
It might be famine all around,
I could not miss an ear,
Such plenty smiles upon my board,
My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel,–
An Indiaman–an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am sovereign of them all.
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May 24, 2012 at 10:01 pm (Poem of the Day)
Tags: broods, Emily Bronte, faith, inspiration, move men, poem, poems, religion, theology, trembler, words
No Coward Soul Is Mine
No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven’s glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.
O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life–that in me has rest,
As I–undying Life–have Power in Thee!
Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,
To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of immortality.
With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.
Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou wert left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.
There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou–Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
– Emily Bronte
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