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Dreams pass
Lives change.
The world keeps going.
People fall.
People pass.
The world keeps going.
People struggle.
People rush by without saying hi.
The world keeps going.
When will it change?
You may not be
strong enough yet,
keep working on it!

You may not be
brave enough yet,
never give up on it!

You may feel overwhelmed,
try to take some
pressure off yourself ,

Otherwise, it could cause
your Anxiety to peak - and that's bad
for your mental health!

You may need to figure out
what's best for you,

Something,
you may have forgotten
how to do!

Just breathe,
and simply be,

The world can wait!
You need clarity!

You may need to take time
to understand yourself ,

Build up your resistance,
so you can focus on your goals
and priorities
- this is what is known as 'Real wealth!'

You have to stop worrying
about the hands,
continuously ticking away,
on your watch,

Before you can 'Take life on!'
Before you can take it up
another notch!

You need to stop letting other people
place so much weight on you,

They all do what they have to do!
Now, it's your turn to do
what you have to do!

Those who love you unconditionally
are the ones who will stand by you!

Just remember,
you only get one chance,
and there's only one
of you!

Rome
wasn't built
in one day,

Everything happens
when it is supposed to,
and not a minute sooner--it's
'The Universe's' way!

It might take
a day,
a week,
a month,
or a year,

However long it takes,
do not fear!

You need to keep calm,
keep your mind clear,
so you can see
what you're supposed to see,

Life is too short,
it's your turn now!
What is meant to be ...
will always be!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
Oh how wonderful words are.
They can empower, they can uplift, they can entertain giving someone the courage to attain their dreams.
Oh how powerful words are.
They can cut deep, they shatter dreams killing one's ambition to never achieve.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum
If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this."*
                                               ~Robert Burns

When my circle is complete
whisper my name to the East...
let it float on balmy breezes...
and whirl in Autumn's golden leaves.

See my eyes in the bluebird
in springtime.
Hear my voice in mountain springs.
******* appetite for life
in fruit and berries
and, yes...
pancakes.

Tell a joke or make a pun
and hear my laughter.
Find a new word and be surprised.
Dig for unusual facts and be amazed.
Make a child smile in wide-eyed wonder.
Discover a new wildflower
and be delighted.
Put your hands in the earth
and touch me.

When my circle is complete
whisper my name to the East...
For my beloved brother-in-law & friend, Brooks Juhlin, who died at 62.  My sister said this captured him perfectly.
A simple, yet brilliant, gentle soul with a love for and knowledge of many things. He grew incredible vegetables and fruit, building small greenhouses and cold frames out of "recycled" things - like windows and wood - he gathered. He was famous for the weekend pancakes he loved to make. He was also the person who convinced me to "just try" growing some seeds and plants he gave me, which led to a lifelong love of gardening, replacing lawn in both front and back yards of our home with gardens and even our own landscape business for 15 years!
I still miss him. Gone, but not forgotten.
Take this to heart
My Poetical Friends

Not just the rhyme
Makes emotions bend

To the will of the Bard
Or the cast of the spell

A rhyme without depth
Has no story to sell

A poetic structure
Riddled with rhyme

Brilliant in metaphor
Aesthetically designed

Will please the reader
And enlighten their minds

Oh how I love
A poem that rhymes!

Skeletor,
I'm taking
To our kind!
Traveler Tim
Love that they still have deleted poems, great option!
Still working the bugs out
This poem was all over the place
It was deleted and lost forever I thought.
Beauty of this shade,
Crystal love he gave,
Dawn is her definition,
Eager to show emotions,
To equal love and compassion.
ABC Poem
...Build a fire
and burn the heart
to bring the light at the end of
darkness
Fill the sorrow with
songs
Maybe tomorrow will
leave a room to forgive
and never
spend the night
under the kiss of whiskey
ever
again
Tread the path
where shadows remain what
they are
and believe those who embrace
reason as a fragile whisper
Choose
we can only be here
once...
Mek
10.31.09
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