Christmas Eve
Amera Andersen

O Christmas Eve is such a treat
Forget the malls and things I dread
With Candy dreams and you my sweet
The time has come to go to bed

Forget the malls and things I dread
As we lay down and close our eyes
The time has come to go to bed
Tomorrow brings a bright surprise

As we lay down and close our eyes
I reach for you and hold your hand
Tomorrow brings a bright surprise
It’s perfect now just as we planned

I reach for you and hold your hand
With Candy dreams and you my sweet
It’s perfect now just as we planned
O Christmas Eve is such a treat

Too Much Love

Got too much love, it's bursting out
Never have felt so much passion
Every woman that I pass on the street
I ask if they're looking for action

Got bruises all over my face and body
Coz some don't find it amusing
Thought all the girlies found me stunning
Answer's no, you can tell by the bruising

The wounds will heal in time, I know
But the damage it's done to my psyche
Can't be measured, it's crushed my ego
A severe disappointment, by crikey

Well, I've still got a bunch of P-Soup friends
My avatar is some Hollywood dude
It gives me a fighting chance with the ladies
I'd never post one of me in the nude

That surely would chase them away for sure
Got bumps in all the wrong places
But a heart that's really as big a a pumpkin
Sadly I still must wear my braces

Creator’s Canvas
Felsep

The colors caressing each other up high
Mixing and mating to create something new
The setting sun painting a cloudy sky
Presenting to us a spectacular view

An early bird star playing peek a boo
The sun sneaking back with a half of an eye
The moon displaying it's particular hue
This dazzling dance of light in the sky

The carving of this canyon so grand in the ground
Has harvested every accolade
God working his magic not making a sound
This breathtaking beauty He made

The promise of creation is born with the sun
A gift that daily comes true
This cycle of life is given by One
And kept for me and for you

These are some of the reasons that I do believe
That there is a greater being than us
But no greater proof that I can conceive
Are the children entrusted to us

Go to other places

I love to read all kinds of books
They take me other places.
To worlds so strange, they have red brooks
And lots of different faces.

Some use the force to guide their lives
And guard those who are helpless.
These Jedi are the kind who thrive
On helping save a princess.

Then others have magicians small
Who want to learn their lessons
And fight the evil wizards pall
As others have for eons

So join me in imagining
These worlds of writers making
And read some books of fantasy
It always is breathtaking!

Butterflies

Butterflies are God’s glorious gift
Truly a beauty to behold
With wondrous colorful wings they drift
Wings of bright red, yellow and gold.

Swaddled in a warm sheltered cocoon
Clinging to a limb
Until one beautiful afternoon
Are released like an unspoiled hymn

Children are as God’s butterflies
Truly a glorious, beautiful gift to us,
Full of faith with hearts all aflutter
That they will be protected, taught, loved and blessed.

Stopping Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

The Tyger William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 10
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee? 20

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

The Lonely Candle

As I sit by the lonely candle light
Alone once more on this rainy night
As the candle burns the dying flame
My hearts pain burns just the same
All these nights with the lonely candle
The burning pain is to much to handle
The candle's burning wax slowly drips
As do my tears missing your sweet lips
The rainy wind blows open the door
Taking the photos of my love before
The lonely candle's flame quickly dies
As the candles smoke says goodbye
Even the candle has now left me
Alone with the pain of my memories

Universal Freedom Is......
George Krokos

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
Freedom to give and freedom to share freedom from want and that of despair.

Freedom to think and freedom to know freedom to achieve and freedom to grow.
Freedom from bondage and freedom of liberation freedom from ignorance and any unknown situation.

Freedom to come and freedom to leave freedom to stay and freedom to conceive.
Freedom from struggle and freedom of ease freedom to enjoy and the capacity to please.

Freedom from failure and freedom of success freedom from denial and freedom of access.
Freedom from illusion and freedom of reality freedom to become what we are in actuality.

Freedom to live and freedom to die freedom to laugh and freedom to cry.
Freedom to speak and freedom to listen freedom to act based on a wise decision.

Freedom from hate and freedom of love freedom of below and freedom of above.
Freedom of the past and freedom of the present freedom of the future and what it can represent.

Freedom from war and freedom of peace freedom to begin and freedom to cease.
Freedom from sickness and freedom of health freedom from poverty and mishandled wealth.

Freedom from wrong and freedom being right freedom of the day and freedom of the night.
Freedom to choose and freedom to reject freedom to imagine what there is to expect.

Freedom from lust and freedom from greed freedom from anger and freedom from breed.
Freedom from jealousy and freedom from pride freedom from within and freedom from outside.
Freedom of always not having anything to hide.

Freedom from space and also freedom from time freedom from attachment and freedom from crime
Freedom to work and freedom to play freedom to believe and freedom to pray.
Freedom to experience a rebirth someday.

Freedom from the body and freedom from the mind freedom from the ego and freedom from being blind.
Freedom of transcendence being of the spiritual kind.

Universal freedom is eternal and infinite bliss we should all therefore be able to realize this.

TREES
Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Church Monuments
George Herbert

While that my soul repairs to her devotion,
Here I intomb my flesh, that it betimes
May take acquaintance of this heap of dust;
To which the blast of death's incessant motion,
Fed with the exhalation of our crimes,
Drives all at last. Therefore I gladly trust

My body to this school, that it may learn
To spell his elements, and find his birth
Written in dusty heraldry and lines ;
Which dissolution sure doth best discern,
Comparing dust with dust, and earth with earth.
These laugh at jet, and marble put for signs,

To sever the good fellowship of dust,
And spoil the meeting. What shall point out them,
When they shall bow, and kneel, and fall down flat
To kiss those heaps, which now they have in trust?
Dear flesh, while I do pray, learn here thy stem
And true descent: that when thou shalt grow fat,

And wanton in thy cravings, thou mayst know,
That flesh is but the glass, which holds the dust
That measures all our time; which also shall
Be crumbled into dust. Mark, here below,
How tame these ashes are, how free from lust,
That thou mayst fit thyself against thy fall.

Carpe Diem
William Shakespeare

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting—
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,—
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

T'is So Much Joy
Emily Dickinson

’T is so much joy! ’T is so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I
Have ventured all upon a throw;
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
This side the victory!

Life is but life, and death but death!
Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!
And if, indeed, I fail,
At least to know the worst is sweet.
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No drearier can prevail!

And if I gain,—oh, gun at sea,
Oh, bells that in the steeples be,
At first repeat it slow!
For heaven is a different thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o’erwhelm me so!

Behind Me Dips Eternity
Emily Dickinson

Behind Me -- dips Eternity --
Before Me -- Immortality --
Myself -- the Term between --
Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray,
Dissolving into Dawn away,
Before the West begin --

'Tis Kingdoms -- afterward -- they say --
In perfect -- pauseless Monarchy --
Whose Prince -- is Son of None --
Himself -- His Dateless Dynasty --
Himself -- Himself diversify --
In Duplicate divine --

'Tis Miracle before Me -- then --
'Tis Miracle behind -- between --
A Crescent in the Sea --
With Midnight to the North of Her --
And Midnight to the South of Her --
And Maelstrom -- in the Sky –

Annabel Lee
Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love,
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me,
Yes!, that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we,
Of many far wiser than we,
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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