humor

Saturday Humor

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there’s a light at the end of the tunnel

i’ve been clearing the clutter away

it’s been such a painful experience

because the clutter wants to stay..

but this disease has got to go

it has been with me far too long

so it is time for clutter bug and i

to find something new to do

i already feel the freedom

and seeing a little light

as i say goodbye to clutter bug

because i want clutter out of my sight..

r gould

 

 

words

Spontaneous

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round and round

the world we go

losing sight of what we know

spinning fast

out of control

delving in darkness

that masters the soul…

Lord, help us

help us quick

free us from what

makes us sick..

love will turn this world around

compassion and kindness

can make us sound…

                                      r gould

poetry

The Heart of A Poet

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Beside my cottage door it grows,

The loveliest, daintiest flower that blows,

A sweet briar rose.

At dewy mourn or twilight’s close,

The rarest perfume from it flows,

This strange wild rose.

But when the rain-drops on it beat,

Ah, then, its odors grow more sweet,

About my feet.

Offtimes with loving tenderness,

Its soft green leaves I gently press,

In sweet caress.

A still more wondrous fragrance flows

The more my fingers close

And crush the rose.

Dear Lord, oh, let my life be so

Its perfume when tempests blow,

The sweeter flow.

And should it be Thy blessed will,

With crushing grief my soul to fill,

Press harder still.

And while its dying fragrance flows

I’ll whisper low, He loves me and knows

His crushed briar rose.

                                            author unknown to me..