Give a little time...

[Rob The Badger]

Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey

look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils

catch the breeze and the winter chills

in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how

perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you
but still your love was true

and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.

Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity

how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.
~Don McLean

[Bren]

love that one Rob


Bren

[Bren]

THE WILDERNESS

This is the wilderness my uncle said:
A corner of the garden he'd let go,
Grass waist high and trees grown spindly
Because they were too close together,
A contrast to the rose beds,well mown lawn
And ranks of vegetables.There we would play
Where Indians, outlaws and rugged pioneers
Haunted that patch of wonder surviving
In a suburb.It's all gone now:childhood, uncle,
The patch sold to more determined gardeners.
To remember is to miss the place
Where imagination grew, lost now
In the cautious cultivation of our days.
"All gardens should have one," Uncle said,
We should have listened to him.

by John Cotton

[dottie]

Rob and parent bat Bren - Thank you for keeping this topic alive with your truly moving words

[dottie]

A woman should have one old love she can imagine going back to......and one who reminds her how far she has come

A woman should have a youth she's content to leave behind

A woman should have one friend who always makes her laugh...and one who lets her cry

A woman should have control over her destiny

Every woman should know how to fall in love without losing herself


Every woman should know what she would and wouldn't do for love

[Bren]

don't want to see this topic dissappear in to the vaults...


"oh, the comfort,the inexpressible comfort,
of feeling safe with a person;having neither to
wiegh thoughts or measure words,but to
pour them all out just as they are,chaff and
grain together,knowing that a faithfull hand
will take and sift them,keep what is worth
keeping,and then, with the breath of kindness,
blow the rest away."

George Eliot

[Rob The Badger]

I don't care what you nay-sayers say, this is a cracking lyric:



All around me are familiar faces,
Worn out places, worn out faces.
Bright and early for the daily races,
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
And the tears are filling up their glasses,
No expression, no expression.
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow,
No tomorrow, no tomorrow.

Children waiting for the day they feel good,
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday.
Made to feel the way that every child should,
Sit and listen, sit and listen.
I went to school, I was very nervous,
No one knew me, no one knew me.
Hello Teacher, tell me "What's my lesson?",
Look right through me, look right through me.

And I find it kind of funny,
I find it kind of sad,
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. . .
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take,
When people run in circles, it's a very, very. . .
Mad World,
Mad World,
Enlarging your world. . .

[dottie]

Veronica Shoffstall

And you learn that even sunshine
burns if you get too much so you
plant your own garden and
nourish your own soul instead of
waiting for someone to bring you
flowers

[dottie]

After a while you learn the subtle
difference between holding a
hand and sharing a life and you
learn that love doesn't mean
possession and company doesn't
mean security and loneliness is universal.

[dottie]

Your Lifes Account

Your happiness is your profit
Your sorrowis your loss
Your soul is your goodwill
Your heart is your fixed asset
Your duties are your outstanding expenses
Your friendship is your hidden adjustment
Your character is your capital
Your knowledge is your investment
Your patience is your interest
Your mind is your bank balance
Your bad thinking is your depreciation
Your behaviour is your journal entry
Your wife is your partner
Your child is your long term goal and...
Your death is your closing sotck

[Rob The Badger]

There is in truth no past, only a memory of the past. Blink your eyes, and the world you see next did not exist when you closed them. Therefore the only appropriate state of the mind is surprise. The only appropriate state of the heart is joy. The sky you see now, you have never seen before. The perfect moment is now. Be glad of it. --Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time

We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance. - Japanese proverb

[airhead]

This is a poem about how i felt when nan died. It's not a rhyming one.

For five solid months you were ill
I couldn't stand seeing you
lying there, your head resting on a pillow
Pain has driven you mad.

I recognise the irony nan
my mother and i were fighting
when we got the call
that stopped us.

The tubes they put in you
they are like knives to me
watching you lie there
but you depend on those tubes

a woman as strong as you
How comes that the head
that has helped you survive
kill you in this way?

When you died
i didn't know what to think
releif or sorry
that you had left the agony

All i know is this
you were my second mother
I am only grateful that i knew you
and that i called you Nanny.

I love you nanny lil. X

[dottie]

Originally Posted by dottie

I haven't got time for the good things in life
A game with the kids or a kiss for the wife
I must read the paper or finish this letter
I've no time for a word that'll make things better
Don't disturb me now while I'm watching the news
A political hiccup counts more than your views
I haven't got time to tell you I care
I must get ready and tidy my hair
I was far to busy to notice you cry
And I was far to busy when you said goodbye

Francis J Wild

the original poem that I used to begin this topic...................

[dottie]

Originally Posted by dottie

I haven't got time for the good things in life
A game with the kids or a kiss for the wife
I must read the paper or finish this letter
I've no time for a word that'll make things better
Don't disturb me now while I'm watching the news
A political hiccup counts more than your views
I haven't got time to tell you I care
I must get ready and tidy my hair
I was far to busy to notice you cry
And I was far to busy when you said goodbye

Francis J Wild

the original poem that I used to begin this topic...................

[dottie]

[img]>>-somebody is thinking of you.
>>-somebody is caring about you.
>>-somebody misses you
>>-somebody wants to talk to you.
>>-somebody wants to be with you.
>>-somebody hopes you aren't in trouble.
>>-somebody is thankful for the support you have provided.
>>-somebody wants to hold your hand.
>>-somebody hopes everything turns out all right.
>>-somebody wants you to be happy.
>>-somebody wants you to find him/her.
>>-somebody is celebrating your successes
>>-somebody wants to give you a gift.
>>-somebody thinks that you ARE a gift.
>>-somebody loves you.
>>-somebody admires your strength.
>>-somebody is thinking of you and smiling.
>>-somebody wants to be your shoulder to cry on.
>> [/img]

[airhead]

I want my nan.

I want my grandad.

[dottie]

A Mother, Not a Friend
You can see me, but you just glance at me.

You talk to me, but you’re not listening.

You feel me, but you don’t hold me.

You act like my friend, but you’re my mother.

You need to understand

I need a mother, not a friend.—Melissa

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[dottie]

Originally Posted by dottie

Your're my friend,
my companion,
through the good times,
and bad,
my friend,
my buddy,
through happy and sad,
beside me you walk,
beside me you stand,
beside me you listen,
your're there to talk,
with happiness,
with smiles,
with pain and tears,
I know you'll be there,
throughout the years!
You are all good friends to me,
andIam grateful to you.

thought this was rather apt for all of you on the forum

[dottie]

Sharing Love - Iris Hesselden

Have you a song within your heart,
Have you a smile to share?
Have you a moment in the day
To show someone you care?
Have you the time to be a friend
And listen when they call?
Have you the courage every day
To step out, walking tall?

Have you a hope for all makind
Whatever faith or creed?
Have you the strength to show the way
To those who are in need?
If you've a song, a smile, a hope,
A special dream or two,
You have discovered love, my friend,
And love discovered you!

[dottie]

There is a lovely Indian belief that everyone is a house with four rooms. One is physical, one mental, one emotional and one - perhaps most important of all - spiritual.

To live a complete life, the belief goes on, we should visit each room every day and open the window to keep it aired and fresh.

[dottie]

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is bliss,taste it.
Life is a dream, realise it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfil it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
#
Mother Theresa
Life is life, fight for it.

[dottie]

We need the power of love, not the love of power.

Let us make silver linings with other people's clouds.

People need love especially when they don't deserve it.

When you have happiness, don't hoard it. The more of it you give away, the more you'll still have.

Life's Little Instructions

Keep it simple.

Be forgiving of yourself and others.

Compliment three people each day.

Never waste an opportunity to let someone know you love them.

Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.

Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says: "I'll try again tomorrow"

[dottie]

Take a moment today to tell someone you know how much you appreciate them but have somehow forgotten to tell them. Say thank you now for that recent good deed, that kindly thought by friend or stranger.

Tragedies strike at both personal and international level and at such times we realise how seldom we tell our love ones just how much they mean to us.

A "hug" can say a thousand words.

[dottie]

Bonfire

I'd like to build a bonfire
And ask the human race
To bring along its clutter
And pile it into place.

We'd heap it with our misdeeds,
Our hatred and our fears,
And all the petty grudges that
We've clung to through the years.

We'd fling on spite and malice,
And ugly gossip too,
Then watch the flames rise higher
As they burned the rubbish through.

And when at last the ashes
Grow cool and blow away
How shining bright would be the world,
How glorious the day.

[dottie]

I miss you but I cannot make you miss me..........

I miss you, but I cannot make you miss me.
I need you, but you do not know my need.
I want you, but I cannot make you kiss me.
I suffer, but I cannot make you bleed.
I beseech you, but you will not be bequiled.
The door's locked, and you will not let me in.
Your're my mother? but I cannot be your child.
I've lost you, and I can't take back my sin.
Like on earth no longer with its sun.
Shooting towards eternity alone.
I no longer circle anyone.
An aimless, mindless, wandering piece of stone.
Ah, Mother! It would be so sad if we
Would journey through to darkness separately.

For my absent Mother who disappeared when I was 1 year old...........