LAST DAYS OF SUMER - by Ellen Ni Bheachain

 

LAST  DAYS  OF  SUMER by Ellen Ni Bheachain  Whatever the way the Summer days end,In the type of Summer is how it has been,Whether a good one or bad one,The last days of Summer,Can be sad or happy endings,As each season ends, The Summer could have been,Miserable yet,Sun scorching for some every day,And sunlight shining on all our faces,It is how it is,Out there where all is seen,In,Summer days of fun,Summer days of love,Summer days of seeing,Summer days of been,Summer days sunshine in our hearts,And out and about where Summertime is, And when Summer came and went?With a mundane feeling that it left?Was the last days of Summer,With another season beginning,The fall or Autumn as we know it,Where the ending of one season shows,By the decaying of it,When Autumn Fall begins, Where we all wrap up,And feel snuggled in warm sweaters,Stopping in cafes for warm drinks and meetups,Musing over the Summer days,Recapping of Summer memories,Swapping stories as we sip our drinks, As fall becomes full Autumn,Warm hats and gloves,With rustling leaves beneath our feet,As we walk through the park,And see,The Summer leaves turn,To autumn shades,Of golden yellow and bronze,Taking in,The last days of Summer, Reflecting,And remember in the falls of Autumn's,Are the signs of Summer,That has ended,And mingling with all that falls,From the Summer ending,To autumn beginnings,Is the decaying of Summer,Gong till next year,Until it will begin again, Yet,In between,There's,Autumn,Winter,Spring,Until again,Summer appears with all in bloom again.

RUNNING OUT OF TIME - by Joanna Fuchs

RUNNING  OUT  OF  TIME by  Joanna Fuchs Life is complicated.There will always be problems.Stress is a distractionfrom what’s really important. Don’t wait for things to get better.Count your blessings;Learn to be happy right now,Otherwise you might run out of time.

GIF - ANIMATION - HAPPY BIRTHDAY

 

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU - by Rayza

I  WILL  ALWAYS  LOVE  YOU by  Rayza You always helped me with all my troublesand I'd do the same for youwhen I said no one cared about meyou'd say you do you stopped me from hurting myselfand ending my lifeyou came to my rescueand put down the knife you told me you would be nothingif I wasn't therethose words showed meyou really cared but there's another secretthat killing my soulone that made me realizeyou made me whole it's that I love youand even though were friendsI would always love youuntil the end I hope that one daymaybe you'll love me tooand I'll be waiting for that day to comeand you'll say I love you

SUNSHINE THROUGH A COOBWEBBED WINDOW - by Amy Lowell

 

SUNSHINE  THROUGH  A  COOBWEBBED  WINDOW by Amy Lowell What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries,Of outworn, childish mysteries,Vague pageants woven on a web of dream!And we, pushing and fighting in the turbid streamOf modern life, find solace in your tarnished broideries.Old lichened halls, sun-shaded by huge cedar-trees,The layered branches horizontal stretched, like JapaneseDark-banded prints. Carven cathedrals, on a skyOf faintest colour, where the gothic spires flyAnd sway like masts, against a shifting breeze.Worm-eaten pages, clasped in old brown vellum,shrunkFrom over-handling, by some anxious monk.Or Virgin's Hours, bright with gold and gravenWith flowers, and rare birds, and all the Saints of Heaven,And Noah's ark stuck on Ararat, when all the world had sunk.They soothe us like a song, heard in a garden,sungBy youthful minstrels, on the moonlight flungIn cadences and falls, to ease a queen,Widowed and childless, cowering in a screenOf myrtles, whose life hangs with all its threads unstrung.

ECONOMIC COINCIDENCE OR CONSEQUENCE ? - by Lucio Muñoz

ECONOMIC  COINCIDENCE  OR  CONSEQUENCE ? by Lucio Muñoz The economic world is right now upside down,As when you look up, down and around,You can hear the heartless market that put you down,Asking for social help to remain above ground. Is it a coincidence,Or a consequenceTo become so needy,After being so greedy ?

HIS MAJESTY THE NATURE - PHOTOGRAPHY

 

TELL ME HOW - by Bilal Anaim

TELL  ME  HOW by Bilal Anaim You can hurt me if youdon't even tryI'm sensitive in placesthat don't make others cryWords have inflicted uponme these woundsThey've healed some...but sometimes they'vere-open by youI'll listen to you when youtell me how ?How not, and how to ?so we make it nowRespecting your person,I'll try to be realSensitive to my words,and how you would feel ?Color me crazy,or paint me dark blueChallenge my reasonfor not staying trueExit all balance,and enter my mindGive it a whirl,and see what you find

IF..... - by Nicole

IF..... by Nicole If a kiss was a raindrop, I'd send you showers. If a hug was a second, I'd send you hours. If a smile was water, I'd send you the sea. If love was a second, I'd send you me!!

 

IF YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE ME - by Anonymous

 

IF  YOU'RE  GOING  TO  LOVE  ME by Anonymous If you're ever going to love me love me now, while I can knowAll the sweet and tender feelings which from real affection flow.Love me now, while I am living; do not wait till I am goneAnd then chisel it in marble — warm love words on ice-cold stone.If you've dear, sweet thoughts about me, why not whisper them to me?Don't you know 'twould make me happy and as glad as glad could be?If you wait till I am sleeping, ne'er to waken here again,There'll be walls of earth between us and I couldn't hear you then.If you knew someone was thirsting for a drop of water sweetWould you be so slow to bring it? Would you step with laggard feet?There are tender hearts all round us who are thirsting for our love;Why withhold from them what nature makes them crave all else above?I won't need your kind caresses when the grass grows o'er my face;I won't crave your love or kisses in my last low resting place.So, then, if you love me any, if it's but a little bit,Let me know it now while living; I can own and treasure it.

THE LITTLE THINGS THAT HAPPEN - by Marjorie Wilson

THE  LITTLE  THINGS  THAT  HAPPEN  by  Marjorie Wilson The Little Things That HappenAre tucked into your mind,And come again to greet you(Or most of them, you'll find). Through many little doorways,Of which you keep the keys,They crowd into your thinkingWe call them Memories. But some of them are roversAnd wander off and getSo lost, the keys grow rusty,And that means, you forget. But some stay ever near you;You'll find they never roveThe keys are always shining, Those are the things you love.

DEAR LOVELY DEATH - by Langston Hughes

DEAR  LOVELY  DEATH  by  Langston  Hughes Dear lovely DeathThat taketh all things under wingNever to kill - Only to changeInto some other thingThis suffering flesh,To make it either more or less,But not again the same - Dear lovely Death,Change is thy other name.

A DAY AT THE BEACH - by Marie Matheny

A  DAY  AT  THE  BEACH by  Marie  Matheny The sun and sand go hand in hand.The sound of constant waves -There's a smell of salt in the air.The ocean is seen through a haze. The parents bring their childrenAnd watch them play in the sand.They help them jump the wavesBy holding little hands. The teens exude vitality and youth.They know they're coming of age.They strut and prance and dance aroundAs if they were on stage. Lovers strolling hand in handEnjoy their day of sun and sand.They seem to think they're all alone -The crowded beach on which they roam. The old move slow and steadyThinking it's no notion.This could be the last timeThey get to see the ocean. The seagulls glide in circles.It seems without a care,But really they are searchingA crumb to catch mid-air. Scattered on the beachAre castles made of sand.Some are small and messy - Others big and grand. If one is lucky,While looking out to seaThey may spot some dolphinsSwimming gracefully. A day at the beach is not completeWithout catching the perfect waveOr gathering shells along the shore -Souvenirs of a perfect day...

YOU ARE MY TRUE LOVE - by Lubomyr Slodki

YOU  ARE  MY  TRUE  LOVE by   Lubomyr Slodki  If I had but one wish, I would wish,to wake up every day,with my arms wrapped around you,with your slender neck resting on my lips,the touch of your fingers intertwined with mine,your heart so, so close to mine,that your heart and mine,would beat as one. We were once strangers,and with a gentle touch, my hand in yours,you lit up my life.Our hearts have touched,our souls have found their mate,and the love we have sharedis a dream come true. I think of you each morning,I dream of you each night,I think of you in my embrace,I dream of kissing you forever. And when we are together,I wish I could spend eternity with you.With every passing moment,my love for you grows and grows,the joy in my heart bursting without end,eternity in paradise is but too shortfor being in love and being loved by you. You are my true love...