Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Life is a privilege. Its youthful days
Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays.
To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,
To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetual fire,
To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glow
With great ambitions – in one hour to know
The depths and heights of feeling – God! in truth,
How beautiful, how beautiful is youth!

Life is a privilege. Like some rare rose
The mysteries of the human mind unclose.
What marvels lie in the earth, and air, and sea!
What stores of knowledge wait our opening key!
What sunny roads of happiness lead out
Beyond the realms of indolence and doubt!
And what large pleasures smile upon and bless
The busy avenues of usefulness!

Life is a privilege. Thought the noontide fades
And shadows fall along the winding glades,
Though joy-blooms wither in the autumn air,
Yet the sweet scent of sympathy is there.
Pale sorrow leads us closer to our kind,
And in the serious hours of life we find
Depths in the souls of men which lend new worth
And majesty to this brief span of earth.

Life is a privilege. If some sad fate
Sends us alone to seek the exit gate,
If men forsake us and as shadows fall,
Still does the supreme privilege of all
Come in that reaching upward of the soul
To find the welcoming Presence at the goal,
And in the Knowledge that our feet have trod
Paths that led from, and must wind back, to God.

Life is Fine by Langston Hughes

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

I love this quote...

"God is the friend of silence.See how nature-trees, flowers, grass-grows in silence;see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence...We need silence to be able to touch souls."Mother Teresa

A Winter's Dawn

http://www.poemhunter.com/i/ebooks/pdf/lucy_maud_montgomery_2004_9.pdf


Sooo...my computer wouldn't let me copy or paste ( for some reason) But pleease.......don't be lazy and 'click' on the link and read the poems that i so wanted to post!!!

Outwitted...

by Edwin Markham

He drew a circle that shut me out —

Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.

But Love and I had the wit to win:

We drew a circle that took him in!

She Sat and Sang.......

SHE SAT AND SANG







by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)






HE sat and sang alway


By the green margin of a stream,


Watching the fishes leap and play


Beneath the glad sunbeam.






I sat and wept alway


Beneath the moon's most shadowy beam,


Watching the blossoms of the May


Weep leaves into the stream.






I wept for memory;


She sang for hope that is so fair:


My tears were swallowed by the sea;


Her songs died in the air.

Awesome

The Bridge Builder



This poem speaks of each generation's responsibilities to its successors.




An old man, going a lone highway,


Came, at the evening, cold and gray,


To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,


Through which was flowing a sullen tide.


The old man crossed in the twilight dim;


The sullen stream had no fears for him;


But he turned, when safe on the other side,


And built a bridge to span the tide.


"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim, near,


"You are wasting strength with building here;


Your journey will end with the ending day;


You never again must pass this way;


You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide-


Why build you the bridge at the eventide?"


The builder lifted his old gray head:


"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,


"There followeth after me today


A youth, whose feet must pass this way.


This chasm, that has been naught to me,


To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.


He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;


Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."


Will Allen Dromgoole

( This is not written by me...lol....this is written by my older sis. Kinsey. She has a blog( you should check it out..it's listed on our sidebar) And i was looking at her blog this morning and saw this , it was written a while back..... I just LOVED it.....lol and i hope she doesn't mind me putting it here! <3


Lightning Bugs


When I was young I remember thinking that the years would never pass. It felt as if one month lasted forever, and a year was like an eternity. I remember thinking that time would pass so slowly and I would never get to high school, or drive a car, or get a job. I felt as if I was stuck in the here and now forever. But now....it is so different. Now I can't even tell what the here and now is. It's as if I blink and another day has gone by. Months fly by, and with them years just disappear into the past. It's scary. It's like I see everything happening so fast, and I just want to slow it down but I can't. I feel like I'm on a rollercoaster that is speeding out of control, and I have no choice but to stay plastered in my seat with my white knuckles gripping the bar as we fly around the tracks. I'm not sure what causes this change. I remember how slow summer went by during my childhood. We would wake up every morning and plan our day....a few hours in the woods, run through the sprinklers when it was hot, stand barefooted on the scorching rocks in Mama's flower garden, sit lazily on the porch licking a popsicle and playing the car game, find worms for fishing, eat dinner, and then spend the rest of the evening catching lightning bugs in the front yard. I remember falling asleep with the bedroom window open and feeling the damp night breezes blow in through the screen and the sound of crickets ringing through the night. I didn't have a care in the world. Sure I thought about my future. But it seemed so far off that it would never come. And yet, here it is. That future I had been waiting for is here......and it's slipping by fast. I can barely keep up with the days, and before I know it another year has gone by. This summer just started.......and yet it's almost over. To think that this summer is my last summer in college is depressing to say the least. I guess I always think of myself as a kid, and it's hitting me hard that I am supposed to be an adult now. One year of college left, and then what? I just feel like life is passing me by, and I have somehow found myself on the sidelines just watching in disbelief as it races past me. I want to jump on and live it for everything it's worth. But I don't know how anymore. Maybe if I just let everything go and let myself be carried back to how life was ten summers ago.....I could find myself again. I could see that this life is really the same...it's just me that has changed. The days and hours don't pass any faster. There are still 60 seconds in a minute and 365 days in a year. It is my fast paced existence that causes me to lose track of my life. Can I go back? I would give anything to spend this evening on the porch listening to the tree frogs croak and the whipporwill singing. Just to go back to when every minute was cherished and life seemed endless. All I need is a jar, a clear summer night, and lots of lightning bugs.

Mattie Stepanek :)

On Being a Champion




A Champion is a winner,

A hero...

Someone who never gives up

Even when the going gets rough.

A champion is a member of

A winning team...

Someone who overcomes challenges

Even when it requires creative solutions.

A champion is an optimist,

A hopeful spirit...

Someone who plays the game,

Even when the game is called life.

There can be a champion in each of us,

If we live as a winner,

If we live as a member of the team,

If we live with a hopeful spirit,

For Life.
 
-Mattie J. T. Stepanek.
 
" Yall should look him and his poems up....he was a very amazing boy.

The Road Not Taken- Robert Frost- I love this poem w/ a passion! ")

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,



And sorry I could not travel both


And be one traveler, long I stood


And looked down one as far as I could


To where it bent in the undergrowth;






Then took the other, as just as fair,


And having perhaps the better claim,


Because it was grassy and wanted wear;


Though as for that the passing there


Had worn them really about the same,










And both that morning equally lay


In leaves no step had trodden black.


Oh, I kept the first for another day!


Yet knowing how way leads on to way,


I doubted if I should ever come back.






I shall be telling this with a sigh


Somewhere ages and ages hence:


Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--


I took the one less traveled by,


And that has made all the difference.