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Post by mysticbluebell on Jul 16, 2011 8:44:56 GMT
Please members, help me keep our p2s forum alive until Alan comes back to us! Thank you!
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Post by mysticbluebell on Jul 16, 2011 8:57:04 GMT
Hard Times
We sometimes face the hard times
It offers us the help of love
In need to have someone near
hopeful we turn to Him above.
A lot of things can happen
unknown what future has in store
Recalling our good days
we learn to accept all more
Hard times bring us together
among family and friends
Our bond to God just tightens
with love, hope never ends.
Lets share even the shadows
they give us new insight
His love will heal all pain
and bring you back to light.
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Post by doreenh on Jul 16, 2011 11:24:49 GMT
LIFE BEGINS!
Life begins at forty
So the saying goes
But life can begin at any age
As everybody knows
At the age of twenty-one
A whole new world out there
But then you get to forty
Most people think they’re there
Yet life begins at sixty
No more work, just play
You can do whatever you like
Even stay in bed all day
But I have got to seventy
The years have been and gone
Seventy years has now passed by
BUT
Life begins, so bring it on
Doreen E Hampshire July 2011 |
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Post by angel42 on Jul 17, 2011 20:39:42 GMT
Angels
In Life they have a special meaning,
They bring to Earth some precious blessing.
Footprints leave these Angels’ trace
As they move from place to place.
They fill our heart with love so true
Spread warm light on the things we do.
Life holds wonders from begin to death,
Proved by the touch of an Angel’s breath.
My inside knows they’re more than mystery,
Present to guard us and our destiny.
Aware of their visit from Heaven above
Thanks God for sending an Angel’s love.
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Post by mysticbluebell on Jul 19, 2011 21:06:23 GMT
Perhaps it will animate members to post their poems here, if we also comment on them here. I have no access to our poetry site, so lets try to keep our posting aglow:
Your poem "Life begins" is a good one Doreen, it offers memories and a smile. Still so much to discover! Thank you! Mystic Bluebell
"Angels" belong to our life and your poem is lovely and enjoyable angel42, thank you!
Mystic Bluebell
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Post by mysticbluebell on Jul 22, 2011 20:46:54 GMT
BLESSING FROM HEAVEN
God has heard your prayer
And thought how nice it is
That you would pray for someone
He loves as one of His
And so when voice you raise
In silence or out loud
He will sends His mercy
And make ill health sound
So always give love freely
Speak kindly of your friend
For He who listens from above
Will blessings to him send
And when He does from heaven bless
Your earthly friend below
The angels rush with lightning speed
The blessing to bestow
For they do know that surely
This special friend of you
Does need the help from heaven
And is thankful for it too
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Post by doreenh on Jul 22, 2011 21:16:26 GMT
Another lovely poem Mystic and I am sure GOD will hear our prayers soon.
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Post by doreenh on Jul 22, 2011 21:25:06 GMT
Everyday things
Look at the beauty
Of everyday things
Sky, trees and flowers
Hearing birds sing
Lord bless us each day
With gifts of sight and sound
Meadows with buttercups
With beauty all around
The beautiful patterns
Of butterfly wings
Snowdrops popping up
At the start of spring
Bright stars in the sky
The big harvest moon
Fragrance of a garden
On a sunny afternoon.
Doreen E Hampshire |
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Post by mysticbluebell on Jul 23, 2011 12:35:07 GMT
Thanks for your comment Doreen and most of all for still coming online to p2s. Without you I would be the only one and I simply cannot yet just move away and leave our lovely Site.
Your poem *Everyday Things" is just so true and moving. Sometimes things happen in life to remind us anew of all the blessings - and we are never sure to still see them one minute later...
Thank you for posting, it means a lot!
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Post by doreenh on Jul 23, 2011 19:25:49 GMT
Mystic I will not desert you I will still post but I do wish more memnbers would participate Thinking of you Mystic
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Post by puddles on Jul 24, 2011 13:05:36 GMT
Oh, Captain Oh Captain, oh Captain your ship has strayed off course
our you lost within the mist, trapped within the fog
the crew awaits your safe return, for you're the source
that leads us all, for you post the words we log
We pray you'll return to us we await you at your port
the home you created with love a peaceful place to share
it's not the same without you we've become a splintered sort
we need you here to pull us together for you we truly care
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Post by doreenh on Jul 24, 2011 14:59:48 GMT
Wonderful words which I hope Alan will read soon and return to us safe and sound
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Post by doreenh on Jul 24, 2011 15:55:10 GMT
Norwegian Tragedy
I shed tears for those people
whose lives have been taken away
for all those poor students
It was their last day
where are people so cruel?
Why are people so mad?
why are people so insane?
it makes me feel so sad
so may God bless all the victims
and families,who have been torn apart
for you will never be forgotton
As you are still within our heart |
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Post by puddles on Jul 24, 2011 17:16:34 GMT
Doreen, what a true tragedy you've written, so true life and so sad, pray for those who lost their lives, and pray for those who survived for their life will never ever be the same.....
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Post by rider1951 on Jul 24, 2011 20:36:47 GMT
Nicely penned Doreen and it is truly those everyday things that bring meaning to our lives.
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Post by rider1951 on Jul 24, 2011 20:49:44 GMT
Echoes of Time
I heard the hoof beats echo
on distant coblestone,
time reflected in my dreams,
sometimes I feel alone.
Silent streams that span the years
can't hear the color blue,
they only feel but cannot heal
the birth of spring, anew.
Gentle rhythms on the street
have called to me before,
click clop, click clop the lonely sound
of days that are no more.
Countless pages have been turned
of youth and life and will;
but faster now the candles burn
and the hoof beats echo ... still.
rider
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Post by mysticbluebell on Jul 25, 2011 19:59:45 GMT
Roland, your poem 'Oh Captain' is simply beautiful and I think that we all can relate to your words. It is kind of cold emptiness with this uncertainty about Alan but all these poems support the hope and it is good to share. Thanks a lot!
Doreen, your poem to this actual tragedy in Norway is in honor of all and any victims of war, hatred and crime. I bow my head in silence to think of these suffering families. Thank you!
Rider, what a wonderful, deep and meaningful poem you share with us, 'Echoes of Time' is a real gem on wisdom and sentiments of life. Thank you Terry for joining us here in Forum, it means a lot!
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Post by mysticbluebell on Jul 25, 2011 20:02:12 GMT
A hand to hold
Courage is given
When offered a hand
And only good vision
Drops fears in the sand
Denied this warm touch
Filled with silent witness
A heart clouded so much
Praying to lose coldness
If we respond to needs
Hand in hand we rely
On the human good deeds
Let us give it a try
Your hand gives protection
In all this life's rush
A mere thought's reflection
Is a divine brush
Life's journey together
With your hand in reach
Paints a bright future
Loving trust in us each
By your hand reaching goals
They reflect with each turn
Wisdom deep in our souls
We're given what we yearn
Strong we put out our hands
They're taken every day
Love’s miraculous bonds
Inspire our mutual way
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Post by doreenh on Jul 25, 2011 21:28:53 GMT
A very postive poem Mystic Thank you.
Echo's of Time a special poem Rider Liked it Thank you Doreenxxx
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Post by doreenh on Jul 25, 2011 21:32:28 GMT
My friend
I asked my friend for courage
So I would not be afraid.
I asked my friend for help
So by my side he stayed.
I asked my friend for advice
As I didn’t know what to do.
I also asked my friend for love
And he sent me, YOU.
My friend is always there for me.
Whether I do right or wrong.
My friend he walks beside me
And gives me strength to carry on.
I do not always listen
When I think life is unfair
But yet, I always thank my friend
When I say my prayers.
Doreen e Hampshire |
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Post by puddles on Jul 25, 2011 23:22:54 GMT
Mystic, beauty lies in your words, with your words you reach out, and in the grasp of your hands you touch and find serenity........
So be not afraid Doreen your friend is always by your side, he is the same friend to all those who believe. May our friend heal and bring back to us our webmaster, for he is missed.........
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Post by mysticbluebell on Jul 26, 2011 7:45:22 GMT
Your poem 'My Friend' is simply beautiful Doreen and the value of a real friend cannot be measured, it is a divine gift, thank you!
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Post by puddles on Jul 26, 2011 11:24:10 GMT
Our Captain
Our Captain, our Captain has made it thru the fog from a stormy gale
battling the winds and ragging waves he looks a little pale
nevertheless he stands at the wheel, headed to the port known as p2s
where a loyal crew awaits praying for his return with looks of deep concern
Take your time my dear Captain, we'll pray the winds blow soft and steady
let the voyage heal your body with time your spirit will be ready
to take control of a crew who longs to be aboard the ship we've come to share
we the loyal members will keep praying for your return for we all do so much care
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Post by doreenh on Jul 26, 2011 12:26:57 GMT
For Alan
Our friend Alan, admin on Poetry2share
He hails from Yorkshire, but has now moved on.
Very fond of water, as sailing is his thing
Plus fly-fishing and walking, he doesn’t frown upon.
Always such a busy man, for if we’re in a muddle
He checks all our latest poems and adds the picture too.
He never ever grumbles, no matter what we do.
So Alan, just a little tribute, but a big THANK YOU.
Doreen E Hampshire
Sunday, 1 June 2008
As you can see this was written a few years ago but I think it is relevant now Come back Dear Alan when you have recovered Thinking of you |
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Post by mysticbluebell on Jul 26, 2011 12:27:39 GMT
Roland, words like yours will work as the straws to hold on and give Alan support like the huge rocks of the mountains. Thank you!
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Post by puddles on Jul 26, 2011 19:33:46 GMT
Self-Doubt
Beneath the glitter of the moon, rides a lonely road
For in the somber shadows there’s a coldness to unload
Leading to unknown fears hiding around the bend
A feeling of distraught one can hear within the wind
Trying hard to avert a tangent that has no mirth
It whirls beyond the inlet not caring who it hurts
Not having an ounce of dignity no mercy in its code
It creeps within our inner selves ready to explode
At times odd occurrences will shape our well being
Wondering is this reality really worth keeping
Strange how our mentality plays the game of life
A never ending battle filled with heated strife
One learns upon this traveled road that life contains no void
The darken curbs once feared no longer will we avoid
So in the lanes we traverse remember to never pout
Standing tall allows our destiny to control our self-doubt
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
June 17, 2011
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Post by puddles on Jul 26, 2011 21:42:23 GMT
Doreen, a fine tribute to our esteem webmaster, while he's away he will be missed, for not forgotten by poets like you..............your words do honor this man we pray for...thanks......
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Post by mysticbluebell on Jul 29, 2011 12:58:42 GMT
Your poem "Self-Doubt" is very deep Roland and at present I too feel that we have to learn a lot during our life time, sometimes with gladness other times with sadness. So I feel the reality of this your sentence
'One learns upon this traveled road of life'. Thank you for helping support our Forum!
Doreen, I already liked your poem "For Alan" when I read it first time, he really never tires doing anything for others. Our constant care and our faith in his recovery can't be broken.
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Post by puddles on Jul 30, 2011 15:26:20 GMT
Happenstance
I feel we’ve always been the captured souls of what we spin
Showing a facade to hide the hurt reflected by the bleakness
Cursing the bittersweet dreams howling within the wind
Pretending to be strong not daring to show a weakness
Continuing to make a go of it when we should know better
Wishing to be concealed, but we read like an open letter
Hoping it’s not a happenstance to shield our true feelings
Hurled by the pressures left lonely by the unkind reeling
Ruptured by the essence which permeates our soul?
Seeking the warmth of life to rid this barren cold
We prod towards a sanctuary a safe harbor from our sins
Searching to find the answers that will satisfy our whims
If it could be that simple to find that saving grace
What peace this world would joyfully ingest
We each could safely sail within the quicken pace
Towards a summit of true love such beauty to digest
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
May 28, 2011
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Post by angel42 on Aug 1, 2011 7:44:30 GMT
So many beautiful and meaningful poems here meanwhile - it almost feels like visiting our poetry page. Big thanks to Puddles, Doreen, Mystic, Rider for sharing and for caring, so I gladly join you!
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