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Lady Liberty Cried
Another bright September day Another sun-filled sky She stands her ground with endless pride As planes above her fly She looks upon her children Her loved ones dear to heart As they go through their normal chores Some only just to start But soon the peace was shattered As men so filled with hate Soon turned their rage to senseless acts To meet their horrid fate First one and then another hit Impossible to seem Two other impacts hit elsewhere As in a horrid dream Tho some did fight the evil As heroes they had died And as the proud twins met their fall The Lady Liberty cried
It\'s 14 years today that and We Will Never Forget!
A friend posted this beautiful poem on my page. I found it so touching that I felt I never wanted to lose it in my comments over time. The best place to keep it is here.
Thank you my friend. Gail
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Tell me one of your tells and I\'ll tell you one of mine. When you know you can\'t be beaten, do you send out a sign? When you lie do you believe that no one will suspect? Do you have a habit that your opponents can detect?
Do you pause without a cause… Strategic hesitation? Do you blink or give a wink… A facial reflexation? Do you glare and pull your hair, when you\'re in consternation? Make a sneer and scratch your ear, without consideration?
Tell me one of your tells and I\'ll tell you one of mine. When the Flop has missed your hand, do you tend to resign? When the one you\'re dreaming of descends upon the River, Are you solid as a rock, or do you start to quiver?
Do you shake, begin to quake, when under observation? Do you stutter and, or mutter a vocal incantation? Do you shout and dance about as if in celebration? Laugh out loud when you are proud… a form of exaltation?
Tell me one of your tells and I\'ll tell you one of mine. When your game has come apart, do you step out of line? Are you the type to hem and haw when you intend to raise? When you lay your cards down, do you go into a daze?
Do you flinch or move an inch, to give an indication? Do you place your hands to face when on a calculation? Do you grin and wag your chin, in hope of obfuscation? Hold your breath and feign your death, caught in a situation?
If it\'s my aim to win at this game, it will take some dedication. If I can\'t read you, how can I expect remuneration? Can I discern or hope to learn much from your face of stone? If I can\'t tell what your tells are...how can I tell my own? If I can\'t tell what your tells are...how can I tell my own?
(This isn\'t my own creation but it\'s one I like.)
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A Winter Rose
So fragile and fair It\'s grace and beauty Beyond compare
Standing strong Against the cold winter winds Bending......... Never breaking Never giving in.
You remind me so Of that winter rose Bending....... Just a little as those cold winds blow
And like that rose I shall cut you free And keep you warm and safe with me
Keep you safe Within my heart Until those winter storm clouds part
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Mother Natures\' Winter
Winter’s cold is Mother Nature’s way Of saying, lie with me now, lay your head on my breast It’s snow, a blanket under which to lay Neath a crystal cover, enjoying winter\'s cold caress
Frost rimed windows … Mother Nature’s art Icy abstractions painted with frosty finesse Crystalline concoctions that form only a part Of Mother Natures wonderful winter largesse
Ice coated limbs of slope shouldered trees droop drowsily down as if fallen asleep Unable to sway in winter’s frigid breeze Appear as white mounds, when the snow drifts deep
The stillness one hears on cold winter nights Broken by the sudden crack of ice laden boughs The ethereal essence of undulating northern lights Headlights in the sky for Nature’s snowplows
All is withdrawn, in awe of Nature’s might Willingly waiting, deep neath frozen ground Safely sequestered, from winter’s cruel bite In warm tunnels and burrows, til spring comes around
Mother Nature invites winter into her domain Cohabits with coldness, wantonly sleeps with Jack frost Yet finds cold winter quickly falls to disdain Invites in the spring…and tells winter to get lost
Mother Nature is fickle lady…and she is also the boss!
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When the Rose is Faded
When the rose is faded, Memory may still dwell on Her beauty shadowed, And the sweet smell gone.
That vanishing loveliness, That burdening breath, No bond of life hath then, Nor grief of death.
\'Tis the immortal thought Whose passion still Makes the changing The unchangeable.
Oh, thus thy beauty, Loveliest on earth to me, Dark with no sorrow, shines And burns, with thee.
by Walter de la Mare
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♥For the husband who told his wife I love you one last time before his plane went down in a field, for the wife who stopped in the stairs to call her husband to say I will love you forever, for the mothers and fathers who kissed their kids goodbye the morning they died,for the policemen who rushed in with the firemen to help get others out only to die themselves, for the soldiers who fought back and lost their lives. Today, tomorrow, ten years from now, we will always remember ♥
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Autumn Days.
Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating; O\'er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating; Winking at the blushing trees, And the sombre, furrowed fallow; Smiling at the airy ease, Of the southward flying swallow Sweet and smiling are thy ways, Beauteous, golden Autumn days.
By: Will Carleton
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(Come give Jeannie one last kiss) The moon hid its light and the midnight was still And they had their last quarrel on top of the hill And she said to him please as they stood in the mist If we must part this way come give Jeannie one last kiss But in anger he turned with no kiss and no care There she stood on the cliff with the wind in her hair The next mornin' they learned that his Jeannie was dead Girl climbin' and slipped all the newspapers said Then night after night when the moon hides its light the wind's in the mist Seem to cry out his name and call him again come give Jeannie one last kiss Years have gone by and they talk of him still And the voice that was callin' from the top of the hill And they tell of the night that he ran from his door How he ran toward the cliff then was heard from no more Now night after night when the moon hides its light and the wind's in the mist All the old people swear that he's out there somewhere To give Jeannie one last kiss come give Jeannie one last kiss Come give Jeannie one last kiss
By: Bobby Bare
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"Hope" is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land— And on the strangest Sea— Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb—of Me.
By: Emily Dickinson.....
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Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine. He never drank water, he always drank wine.
His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold. And the worth of his saddle has never been told.
Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare.
And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all, Came a-prancin' and a-dancin' my noble Stewball.
I bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bay If I'd have bet on ol' Stewball, I'd be a free man today.
Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans. I'm a poor boy in trouble, I'm a long way from home.
Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine. He never drank water,he always drank wine.
An oldie by Peter Paul and Mary
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