More Easy Poems:
Peace and plenty here abide,
Smiling sweet on every side;
Time doth softly, sweetly glide
When there's love at home
Forgive and forget
the mistakes people make
Weve all fallen guilty to
giving less then we take
Share love, laughter and positive feelings
And you'll begin to see that life is worth living!
You got to sing like you don't need the money
Love like you'll never get hurt
You got to dance like nobody's watchin'
It's gotta come from the heart
If you want it to work.
Susanna Clark, Richard Leigh
Love that is hoarded moulds at last
Until we know some day
The only thing we ever have
Is what we give away.
Love is a sudden blaze, which soon decays;
Friendship is like the sun's eternal rays;
Not daily benefits exhaust the flame;
It still is giving, and still burns the same.
And many a failure turns about
when he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow -
you may succeed with another blow.
The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean -
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition
I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
But kindly, gracious deeds abide,
Their wealth will not depart;
Their flowers of joy are multiplied
In gardens of the heart.
Charles Russell Wakeley
You love the roses - so do I. I wish
They sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
If you are planning for a year,
If you are planning for a decade,
If you are planning for a lifetime,
Chinese Words of Wisdom
If you knew the little fingers,
pressed against the window pane,
would be cold and stiff tomorrow,
never trouble us again,
would the bright eyes of our darling
catch the frown upon your brow?
Would the prints of rosy fingers
vex us then, as they do now?
Harsh words, like chickens, love to stray
but they come home to rest each day.
If you have angry words to say-
stop and think!
Heather K. Barclay
Hast thou a friend? Thou has indeed
A rich and large supply,
Treasure to serve your every need,
Well managed, till you die.
Wouldst shape a noble life? Then cast
No backward glances toward the past,
And though somewhat be lost and gone,
Yet do thou act as one new-born;
What each day needs, that shalt thou ask,
Each day will set its proper task.