Let Me Take His Place
Poet: Jim Thistle©2017
Inspired by a Father's worst nightmare…
There is weight on my mind, most of the time,
And a heart, that is breaking in two,
What I'm thinking of, is of someone I love,
Going through, all the pain, I've been through.
It cuts to the bone, to have one of my own,
Being aimlessly, led so astray,
I know what's in store, and behind every door,
And of everything, coming his way.
To a certain degree, he differs from me,
Lacking knowledge, of how to survive,
Maybe, quick to deceive, he is still quite naive,
On the streets, what would keep him alive ?
I get, what he's thinking, through drugging and drinking,
Addiction's, no stranger to me,
Is it true what they say, from way back in the day,
That, the apple, falls near to the tree.
What I know to be true, there's not much I can do,
Nor, would he be willing to listen,
Many times I've been there, and I didn't care,
And was blind, to the things I'd be missin'.
As much as it hurts, it would make matters worse,
To allow it, to stand in my way,
I must take care of me, for what good would I be,
If he's broken, and needs me one day.
Now's the time to be strong, and I will carry on,
And have faith, in my God, and His grace,
But, sometimes when I'm praying, I can find myself saying,
Set him free, and "Let Me Take His Place "…
Life Is Tough
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer ©2016
Life is tough enough I'd say,
Without negative thoughts.
A little bit of positive something,
Powers the body with many watts.
As the body cannot survive without nourishment,
Neither can the mind.
Make sure to nourish all of you,
You never know what you will find.
Leave the past in the past,
This negativity will drag you down.
There’s no point to dwell on anything,
Put on that smile, remove that frown.
When you look to the future,
Set goals every day
Be a winner, not a loser
Be determined and persistent, success will find a way.
Poet: Julie Hebert, ©2016
In life we must be grateful,
For all that we own.
There are too many people,
Who are lost and all alone.
We are given so much,
Yet seem to forget.
These things that we have,
Carry so much debt.
Be grateful for what you have,
Show all your praise.
For we are the lucky ones,
Be happy and amaze.
But most importantly,
Share your blessings with others.
To us it is just stuff,
But a treasure to another.
"There is one thing in this world better than making a
living, and that is making a life." Russell
Quotes about Life
"Couldn't" and "Could"
Poet: Nixon Waterman
"Couldn't" and "Could" were two promising boys
Who lived not a great while ago.
They had just the same playmates and just the same toys,
And just the same chances for winning life's joys
And all that the years may bestow.
And "Could" soon found out he could fashion his life
On lines very much as he planned;
He could cultivate goodness and guard against strife;
He could have all his deeds with good cheer to be rife,
And build him a name that would stand.
But poor little "Couldn't" just couldn't pull through
All the trials he met with a sigh;
When a task needed doing, he couldn't, he knew;
And hence, when he couldn't, how could he? Could you,
If you couldn't determine you'd try?
So "Could" just kept building his way to success,
Nor clouding his sky with a doubt,
But "Couldn't" strayed into the slough of Distress,
Alas! and his end it is easy to guess--
Strayed in, but he couldn't get out.
And that was the difference 'twixt "Couldn't" and "Could";
Each followed his own chosen plan;
And where "Couldn't" just wouldn't "Could" earnestly would,
And where one of them weakened the other "made good,"
And won with his watchword, "I can!"
"I have no regrets in my life. I think that everything happens to you for a reason. The hard times that you go through build character, making you a much stronger person." Rita Mero
Poet: Adelaide A. Procter
Have we not all, amid life's petty strife,
Some pure ideal of a noble life
That once seemed possible? Did we not hear
The flutter of its wings and feel it near,
And just within our reach? It was. And yet
We lost it in this daily jar and fret.
But still our place is kept and it will wait,
Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.
No star is ever lost we once have seen:
We always may be what we might have been.
Poet: Lucy Larcom
Still must I climb if I would rest;
The bird soars upward to his nest;
The young leaf on the tree-top high
Cradles itself within the sky.
I cannot in the valley stay:
The great horizons stretch away;
The very cliffs that wall me round
Are ladders unto higher ground.
I am not glad till I have known
Life that can lift me from mine own;
A loftier level must be won.
A mightier strength to lean upon.
Poet: Mary Ashley Townsend
To every life there comes a time supreme:
One day, one night, one morning, or one noon,
One freighted hour - one moment opportune,
One rift through which sublime fulfilments gleam;
One time when fate goes tiding with the stream,
One Once in balance 'twixt Too Late, Too Soon -
And ready for the passing instant's boon
That shall in favor tip the wavering beam.
Ah! happy he who, knowing how to wait,
Knows also how to watch and how to stand
On life's broad deck alert, and at the prow,
To seize the happy moment big with fate
From Opportunity's extended hand
When the great clock of Destiny strikes Now!
"A vocabulary of truth and simplicity will be of service throughout your life." Winston Churchill
Poet: Mary Markwell
Success! It is won by a patient endeavor,
Energy's fire, and the flame-glow of Will;
By grasping the chance with a "Now, now or never!"
Urging on, on! while the laggard stands still.
Success! It is facing life's trials, undaunted;
Fighting the present - forgetting the past:
By trusting to Fate, though for years she has taunted,
And bearing Time's scars; facing front, to the last!
Success! Would you win it and wear its bright token?
Smile and step out to the drummer's light lilt;
Fight on till the last inch of sword-blade is broken.
Then do not say die. Fight on with the hilt!
Poet: Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney
Life is full of new beginnings.
Some change may come,
something is sure to come,
to close one chapter and begin another.
Life is planned just so, . . .
that there should be a break from former link and habit,
often from imperfection and mistake,
and a clear, clean start for the fulfilment
of the best one has grown to,
even in desire, unhampered by the poorest one
has ever happened to be,
or to get credit for.
The Street Of Life
Not by appointment do we meet delight and joy;
They wait not our expectancy;
But round some corner in the street of life,
They, on a sudden, greet us with a smile.
Take It In
If you'd make life worth the living
In this valley here below.
Take the fun in with the labor-
Take enjoyment as you go.
If you'd live the noblest, truest,
Keeping cheerful, brave and strong,
Do not slave for future pleasures;
Take them as you go along.
Do not lay up all your treasures,
After years of life to bless;
Do uot wait until your efforts
Meet the fulness of success.
Do not drudge till your position
Is the richest men among,
Ere you taste of life's sweet nectars;
Sip them as you go along.
Pleasure makes your work more easy;
Work shows pleasure at its best;
Rest will nerve the arm to labor;
Labor, too, brings sweeter rest.
Work with steady, earnest effort
In the pushing, crowding throng;
But do not forget the pleasures;
Take them as you go along.
Poet: Greta Zwaan, ©2008
We spend so much of our income in our quest to impress those we know;
We often go over budget and find that our funds are too low.
We have to keep up with the Jones's, or better still, one step ahead;
We must not be known as failures - horrendous! The thing that we dread.
We strive so hard for improvements that billions of dollars are spent,
Cosmetically we try enhancements as if they were heaven's scent!
We buy all the latest inventions, creams, gels, even sprays
To grow the hair, improve the skin, as if they'd lengthen our days.
We love to eat, and then diet; our minds are consumed with our weight;
We pamper our appearance to man, this image we try to create.
Consider this: God's approval; or does He not enter the plan?
Is it naught that He's the Creator in charge of each breath of man?
He's been shoved aside for "perfection," His power we do not discuss,
We know our wants and our pleasures, delighting in what's best for us.
We don't see the path of destruction, nor the ruin we surely will face,
This journey will lead to disaster; this road is the path of disgrace.
It's time we changed our direction, it's time to set our hearts free,
It's time to change our allegiance, to take our eyes off "just me."
We have a purpose for living, but not what the mirror reveals,
The skin, the hair or the figure only answer to worldly appeals.
It's God who looks on the inside, who tests where the heart ought to be,
It's God who brings satisfaction, who you, your true self to see.
And though the picture's not pretty, mostly it's all disarray,
God is still able to cleanse us, to start us on a new way.
Forget what you see in the mirror, go deeper and check out the heart;
You'll find a new way of living, as the old desires depart.