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In Love on March 8, 2012 at 10:07 am

This one poem is so special

In Love on March 8, 2012 at 10:05 am

Nice You to be back..I missed Your poetry

In Love on March 8, 2012 at 9:56 am

Do You like haiku poetry?I adore it.So today I found amazing haiku author.David I am so happy to find Your blog.

In Love on March 8, 2012 at 9:14 am

Mirth and Motivation

“Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.” May Sarton

Gardening God‘s Way by: Author Unknown
Plant three rows of peas:
Peace of mind
Peace of heart
Peace of soul

Plant four rows of squash:
Squash gossip
Squash indifference
Squash grumbling
Squash selfishness… Contd

The weather has been quite warm of late… and naturally, many of us have turned our eyes and minds on our gardens. My crocuses are blooming their purple hearts out. Our Vinca, Snowdrops and Lenten Rose have bloomed since January and are not showing signs of exhaustion or boredom yet… So, I look at the garden and see the grace in these life forms; resilient, graceful, colorful, and stronger than their delicate foliage would suggest. I found the poem I added and…

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In Love on March 8, 2012 at 9:11 am

To have a lifetime friend is very special gift from above..

I choose how I will spend the rest of my life

I choose my friends for their good looks; my acquaintances for their good characters and my enemies for their good intellects.
A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.
Oscar Wilde, Irish dramatist, novelist and poet  – 1854-1900
Oscar Wilde, that 19th-century Irish writer, poet and wit, used these lines in his play Portrait of Dorian Grey and it set me thinking about my friends. 
Some are lifetime friends, and some are relatively new friends who will no doubt, become lifetime friends.  These are folks I have met at different times in my life and with whom I have a shared bond.  This keeps us in touch even if only on birthdays and holidays.  I have a friend in Toronto whom I met when both our husbands were transferred to Montreal.  We have kept in (ir)regular touch over some 40 years.  We have shared births of…

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In Love on March 8, 2012 at 9:08 am

one beautiful poem about wondering mind

Unwrittentruth's Blog

If I were to let my mind wander,
which i know i really ought not to do…
it would chase words that have been said
and climb through windows of a future with you

If I were to let my mind wander,
it would go back to the sound of waves
swirling & flashing in the moonlight
as you held me hostage in you arms in play

If I were to let my mind wander
I would hear the sound of palm leaves…
and pouring out our hearts with trust
as we sat on walls above the morphing sea…

If I were to let my mind wander
I would remember promises you’ve made
with the assurance of friendship eternal,
and that your feelings never would change…

If I were to let my mind wander
It may race into the future unexplored,
with you as a father & I the mother,

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In Love on March 8, 2012 at 9:02 am

About Ugandian war criminal Joseph Kony…story about children soldier named Jacob

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