Just like a dancer dancing and twirling in the limelight. A ice skater spinning on the frozen pond. Dreaming of you during the long night. Thoughts of being young again and singing a song. A child smelling of strawberries with a bright smile. So many colors and the blonde hair of a goddess. A look of innocense that comes to me for a while. Such a beauty to behold without being modest. Running through fields of crimson and clover. A warm summer's day walking in the dale. Just being with you and the things that we discover. Picking dandelions and blowing them in the vale. Finding shiny smooth stones to skip over the creek. Laying on a blanket under the shade of an oak tree. Holding you close to me and listening to you speak. Being with the one that you love and feeling free.
If only I could have met you sooner? If only life came with a set of instructions? If only dreams could come true? If only life wasn't so much trial and error? If only I was born earlier or later? If only I didn't have to learn from my mistakes? If only I could change things about my past? So many times I have heard if only I knew then what I know now? But what would it matter because I wasn't meant to know it till now.
A bow for day rain. A bow for night rain. A bow for royalty. A bow for dancing. A bow for arrows. A bow for a backbone. A bow for fighting. A bow for presents. A bow for age. A bow for humilty. A bow for a bridge. A bow for friendship. A bow for a smile. A bow for love.
Lol, kind of reminds me when one of the disciples cut the ear of this fellow. Jesus put it back on. It is like how do you expect them to hear if you cut their ears off, lol?
The Howling Wind (Ode To Ignorance) by RainbowSlider
I was just a child when I first heard the sound of the howling wind. I can remember that the howling wind was my only friend. The sound was so blissful and comforting to me. We were so close and it was just like family.
The howling wind went with me every where I went. It was like an echo chamber for my anger to vent. People would try to talk to me but their voices were dampened. The howling wind made all my emotions and feelings dampened.
The howling wind protected me from any type of interaction. People had to yell at me to get any kind of reaction. In school I had to read paragraphs over to make any sense. Most people that I knew thought I was dense.
As I got older the sound of the howling wind got louder. People thought I was dumb so I got prouder. Eventually the howling wind got so loud it became maddening. I had to escape from people and that was saddening.
I asked for help from the howling wind. I was told that you just need thoughts, my friend. I have thoughts many thoughts since then. But sometimes at night I hear a faint echo of the howling wind.
Sharon, I am so ready for spring, too. Thanks for your words. I am so glad the frost windshields are over for a while. I like saving gas by not having to warm up the car. The storms are scary but I love looking at the lighting and hearing the thunder. Evening walks by the pond are pleasurable, too. Hearing the bullfrogs and the sound of crickets. The land is alive and we are just spectators. Roy
Dawn breaks and the night is gone. The long winter sleeps and spring is awake. Memories of us fade and reality is prolonged. Morning is here for us to partake.
Dreams scatter to the four winds. The endless cycle of days then nights. Life goes on with survivors coming in. Twilight burns into Noonday bright.
The dawn of a new day greets the morn. The shadows of tomorrow are yet to come. The time is upon us to be reborn. The planting season is now for some.
Green grass separates the brown leaves. March winds blow across the land. The sky gets cloudy with the breezes. Storms scratch the sky with a shaky hand.
Misty dewdrops change to pounding rain. The earth stretches from its winter hibernation. The world is alive with an active brain. Snow birds fly away replaced by a new population.
Walk softly but carry a big stick is the way the words go. But we all carry a big stick with us every where we go. Love is like a flower growing when it is young at heart. But to keep it growing we all must do our part. the ground for love must be broke before the cutworms attack the root. Like love the seeds of hate will poke and where there is good evil follows in hot pursuit. The garden of Eden was full of love and good but a mistake was made for evil. God ruled the world like he should but a lie was told by the Devil. God gives the choice to be good or bad but the choice is ours to make. Without evil good is just a fad but when we choose good love is ours to take. When we choose love we stop the hate and loves rules the world.
Well, you can't really compare apples to oranges. Even hard-headed coconuts know that apples are smarter. Everybody always talks about the one bad apple but what is so great about oranges any way? I think your father was a grapefruit and your mother was a tangerine. Well, I think your father was a pomegranate and your mother was a kiwi. Cherries are the sweetest fruits. Oh, I think cherries are the pits. Who asked you pineapple? You don't even know if you are an apple or some freaky pine cone. Lemons are the prettiest of the fruit. Who asked you sourpuss? Are you going to let them talk about me like that, Lime? Hey, I am not getting involved in this crazy fruit salad. You are a lot of help, Lime. Yeah, limeade is a joke.
I was picking blackberries one day when this queen bee came to say that I was in her brier patch and she needed nectar for her batch. I really didn't know what to do as I was picking berries for you to put in the pie you wanted to make and I had to have berries for you to bake. I told the queen bee I just wanted the fruit and the blooms she was welcomed to it. The bee buzzed right by me heading for a locust tree so I followed it to a big hole and in the hole was a honeycomb. I looked in the hole and lo and behold barb wire was running through the tree and the honeycomb was on the barb wire hanging free. The queen bee was guarding her comb with drones making her home. The wild mountain honey was such a tempting smell with a freshness I could tell but the queen bee had a big stinger and I didn't want to be a dead ringer. So I said I would really like some of your honey and I am willing to pay money. But the queen bee said honey you don't have to pay money cause I made all this honey for you for you are my honey too.
Beautiful poem, Rose. You have a special mother. I know I love my mother and she still is there for me. I think the best thing a man can do is love the mother of his children and his own mother as well.
A rock hurls through space like a rolling stone. The rock hits other rocks making small stones. The rock heats up and volcanoes are formed. Magma is produced and stones are deformed.
Some say that rocks have nothing to say. Others say the stones have plenty to say. The rock keeps on rolling growing moss. Some say that a rolling stone gathers no moss.
On a rock tablet words are written. But the stone breaks and many are smitten. A woman comes to a rock to dip water. People try to stone someone's daughter.
Love rocks but love also stones. People in glass houses should not throw stones. People in rock houses should not throw glass. Passion rocks but anger stones without class.
Have you hugged your rock today? Have you kept your stones at bay? Love rocks the world like baby. Love stones the world making us crazy.
Concerning the agggggggggggggggggggggg part of the thread. My ex's hair used to be longer when we first met. I don't mean to be a pain. sometimes I just can't help it.
True enough. Three blind men were asked to identify an elephant. One touched the leg and said it was a tree. One touched the trunk and said it was a snake. One touched another place and said it was a different animal. I think there can many sides.
You said that well, Laurie. Until you get married you are still single. You have a boyfriend and you have friends here. Single as a concept can be taken as one person, place or thing. Single can also be taken as unmarried. I like Connecting Singles and my girlfriend, Babs likes it, too.
I hear ya, Rose. I have friends who have sent me emails who are still leary about even coming to the forums. Some people just like to read the forums. Some people think expressing any kind feeling in depth is drama and some things should be kept private. Some people are still afraid of mob mentality.I have read many advertisers put up a notice that says the opinions of expressed in this advertisement is not neccessarily those believed by the advertiser. I have always like cs because spam is not a prequisite for conversation. Many chat rooms are bombarded by it. Freedom of expression is outlined in the Fifth amendment. I am proud of Laurie for expressing her views.
I think it because some people not all still need educated on what friendship, love and learning is about. The forums we have can help in many ways. The insights are invaluable that many good people have given in here. Even if one does not find that special one here the information can help you in real life in so many ways. The forums can be therapeutic in that one can find a good friend to talk to in here. One does not have to be lonely if one does choose to be. The people who type in here are real people.
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RE: So, why are you here??
I came here because I was curious.