"WILLOW"
As the Willow stood there weeping I
wiped my teary eyes. Reality was in
front of me that went unrecognized.
The truth was fairly simple why before I
could not see? The sadness of the
willow was the life of the tree. It never
had a choice from the moment of it's
seed. To reach it's branches to
heaven was an endless achying need.
Yet, it did not crumble, and did not fall,
or wilt into the ground. It stood there in
all it's beauty waiting to be found.
Sherrie kleinholz
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The Smile
She smiled at a sorrowful stranger.
The smile seemed to make him feel
better.
He remembered past kindnesses of a
friend
And wrote him a thank you letter.
The friend was so pleased with the
thank you
That he left a large tip after lunch.
The waitress, surprised by the size of
the tip,
Bet the whole thing on a hunch.
The next day she picked up her
winnings,
And gave part to a man on the street.
The man on the street was grateful;
For two days he'd had nothing to eat.
After he finished his dinner,
He left for his small dingy room.
He didn't know at that moment
That he might be facing his doom.
On the way he picked up a shivering
puppy
And took him home to get warm.
The puppy was very grateful
To be in out of the storm
That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.
He barked till he woke the whole
household
And saved everybody from harm.
One of the boys that he rescued
Grew up to be President.
All this because of a simple smile
That hadn't cost a cent.
Pass this on to friends, for it didn't cost
me a cent.
But it has inspired me to smile more
lately.
(author unknown)
The Smile
She smiled at a sorrowful stranger.
The smile seemed to make him feel
better.
He remembered past kindnesses of a
friend
And wrote him a thank you letter.
The friend was so pleased with the
thank you
That he left a large tip after lunch.
The waitress, surprised by the size of
the tip,
Bet the whole thing on a hunch.
The next day she picked up her
winnings,
And gave part to a man on the street.
The man on the street was grateful;
For two days he'd had nothing to eat.
After he finished his dinner,
He left for his small dingy room.
He didn't know at that moment
That he might be facing his doom.
On the way he picked up a shivering
puppy
And took him home to get warm.
The puppy was very grateful
To be in out of the storm
That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.
He barked till he woke the whole
household
And saved everybody from harm.
One of the boys that he rescued
Grew up to be President.
All this because of a simple smile
That hadn't cost a cent.
Pass this on to friends, for it didn't cost
me a cent.
But it has inspired me to smile more
lately.
(author unknown)
Things you thought you knew
Relics
Robert Spellman
AFTERMATH
An anonymous poem
LAST night, we fled, close locked, in
sweet embrace,
Across the empty kingdom men call
"Space."
So deep the solitude, I could but feel
Your fear within. It made my senses reel.
I clasped you closer, with encircling arm,
As though to shield you from impending
harm
And like a zephyr, from the sun-kissed
South,
I felt the pressure of your trembling
mouth.
A flame shot through my soul, in that
first kiss.
I was on fire. I knew no thought but this;
I loved you--mind, heart, body, brain
and soul.
And had--since centuries first began to
roll.
And when your melting mouth had
answered mine,
Within your eyes, a new-born light divine
Proclaimed the wondrous miracle was
done,
And our two souls had melted into one.
Oh! idiot Earth, to waste the dew of
youth,
Along the borderlands of perfect truth!
Oh! dolts and dullards, with your feet of
clay!
To shun the glorious light of perfect day!
In that first kiss, the past was all laid
bare.
The future years, transparent as the air
In swift procession, swept across our
path
And left me drunk, with love's sweet
aftermath
An anonymous poem
LAST night, we fled, close locked, in
sweet embrace,
Across the empty kingdom men call
"Space."
So deep the solitude, I could but feel
Your fear within. It made my senses reel.
I clasped you closer, with encircling arm,
As though to shield you from impending
harm
And like a zephyr, from the sun-kissed
South,
I felt the pressure of your trembling
mouth.
A flame shot through my soul, in that
first kiss.
I was on fire. I knew no thought but this;
I loved you--mind, heart, body, brain
and soul.
And had--since centuries first began to
roll.
And when your melting mouth had
answered mine,
Within your eyes, a new-born light divine
Proclaimed the wondrous miracle was
done,
And our two souls had melted into one.
Oh! idiot Earth, to waste the dew of
youth,
Along the borderlands of perfect truth!
Oh! dolts and dullards, with your feet of
clay!
To shun the glorious light of perfect day!
In that first kiss, the past was all laid
bare.
The future years, transparent as the air
In swift procession, swept across our
path
And left me drunk, with love's sweet
aftermath
Sugar In The Sea
© By Samantha Newark
And they too were lifted up
As the promise always said
And the labels that belonged
Are laid to rest and gone
And what happened in the glistening
Was the gentle sweet relief
Now brilliant tiny stars
On the gentle midnight reef
And thoughts and remembrances
Like fire all a glow
Now imprints for our hearts to hold
Of them that had to go
No solitude or singleness
No searching for the calm
No tears and labors emptiness
No hatred to disarm
Desire and all restlessness
Now sugar in the sea
And so, my friend, we wait behind
Till we can be so free
© By Samantha Newark
And they too were lifted up
As the promise always said
And the labels that belonged
Are laid to rest and gone
And what happened in the glistening
Was the gentle sweet relief
Now brilliant tiny stars
On the gentle midnight reef
And thoughts and remembrances
Like fire all a glow
Now imprints for our hearts to hold
Of them that had to go
No solitude or singleness
No searching for the calm
No tears and labors emptiness
No hatred to disarm
Desire and all restlessness
Now sugar in the sea
And so, my friend, we wait behind
Till we can be so free
Clams and Treasures
© By Addie M. Bratrud
Once I put a shell in my mouth and
pressed its smooth roundness against
my tongue/I tasted the salty,
sand-gritty goodness of it, a little
cylinder that linked earth and sea/This
was in another life though, when I was
the daughter of a fisherman/When the
hair hanging over my shoulders was
dark and always loose and
jumbled/combed by the careless green
fingers of the Atlantic wind/
In those days my hands were lean and
brown from constantly raking the sand
in search of/clams and treasures/My
toes knew the feel of earth that gave
way in thousands of miniature, grainy
avalanches/reformed with each
step/My throat was full of laughter
then, and my apron of seashells, tiny
abandoned homes/to be sorted and
examined, some pressed to curious
ears, some kept in boxes on dressers/I
remember it so well/Now, today, I need
only to taste salt, the faintest touch of
a saline world against my lips and I
am/there again/If only we could choose
where our souls land each time/But
they are tossed as recklessly as shells
upon the shore
© By Addie M. Bratrud
Once I put a shell in my mouth and
pressed its smooth roundness against
my tongue/I tasted the salty,
sand-gritty goodness of it, a little
cylinder that linked earth and sea/This
was in another life though, when I was
the daughter of a fisherman/When the
hair hanging over my shoulders was
dark and always loose and
jumbled/combed by the careless green
fingers of the Atlantic wind/
In those days my hands were lean and
brown from constantly raking the sand
in search of/clams and treasures/My
toes knew the feel of earth that gave
way in thousands of miniature, grainy
avalanches/reformed with each
step/My throat was full of laughter
then, and my apron of seashells, tiny
abandoned homes/to be sorted and
examined, some pressed to curious
ears, some kept in boxes on dressers/I
remember it so well/Now, today, I need
only to taste salt, the faintest touch of
a saline world against my lips and I
am/there again/If only we could choose
where our souls land each time/But
they are tossed as recklessly as shells
upon the shore
Amnesia Victim