RAINBOW

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Most everyone dislikes negativity and anything that makes us struggle or unhappy. But I wrote this poem to show it’s vital to experience each side of life’s equation to fully and properly equate!
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RAINBOW

Some people complain too much about the rain.
And some simply pine too often for sunshine.
Then curse it just like the rain when there’s too much,
Though there was just enough to make a rainbow.

Then there are those who need laughter all the time.
And always pray it will keep their tears unwept.
Yet both are needed in equal proportion
To appreciate rain and sunshine the same!

For such is the way things are and have to be
To keep the world going and always turning:
You need rain and sunshine to make a rainbow.
And laughter and tears to appreciate life.

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YOU DESERVE TO MEET TED HASSON’S MEET THE ODDSMAKER!

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Somewhere

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There is a chapter in an incredible novel I cherish that is called “Love Is All.” It is one of my favorite chapters in a book, and it inspired me to write this poem.

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SOMEWHERE

Somewhere out there
I know I will find you,
someone kind and gentle and fair,
who has also stood in the darkness,
alone and endlessly,

but never let it blind you.

For somewhere out there
I know you will find me,
beyond the darkness, and above,
the world so harsh and cruel and bare.
To come and caressingly remind me

why we must never give up on love.

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Memorial Day Grave

MEMORIAL DAY GRAVE

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This is dedicated to all my brothers and sisters who have worn the uniform, walked the wall, stood on hollowed ground, suffered the grief of loss, known the heat of battle, tasted defeat and victory, shared the company of comrades, broken bread with kindred souls, and donned the tags for flag and country! And especially to all those who gave “the last full measure of devotion.”

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MEMORIAL DAY GRAVE

In granite, marble and simple stone blocks
Dates and names are carved in endless number:
Cemeteries of brave devotion in rows and walks
Where the slain heroes of our nation slumber.
Oh, Maytime celebration and tradition
Evoke such remembrances and respect:
A brief tribute, a toast of recognition,
A day to honor the dead and reflect.
For flag and country these battles were fought
And these precious lives we sacrificed and gave.
With their blood, peace and liberty were wrought:

Once a year, freedom lives in a Memorial Day Grave.

Marching bands and smirking, festive parades pass by
And wreaths are strewn among frolicking picnic crowds.
Darkness exhumes these tombs of infinite earth and sky,
And patriotism decays beneath holiday shrines and shrouds!
But in some small contrite gestures of impious shame,
A lonely banner is left above each passive stone,
Until another desolate war and another forgotten name
Are added to the hallowed rows lying sullen and alone.
And though the flags fly wild, they are worn and old,
And the endless stretch of graves is covered with neglect.
Though the hours of tribute may be a thousandfold,

From life, there is no greater gratitude death can expect!

Yet here, with my own modest offering to place above
The sepulcher of one who sleeps loveless and forlorn,
I grope to ponder the essence of freedom and love
That I am sanctioned on holidays to honor and mourn!
For what is patriotism, but cemeteries of lost causes?
When none dare counts or remembers the losses?
Who in their comfortable havens of liberty and security
Can surrender these sacrosanct stones to holiday obscurity?
The flowers wilt and rage amidst the Maytime solitude
As last year’s old, tattered flag I stoop to claim and save.
The shameful dirge is silenced and darkness is renewed,

While freedom lies dead again in a Memorial Day Grave.

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The Wind

WINDY BEACH

The Wind

If you enjoy beautiful romantic poetry, then it is my pleasure to share this poem of mine with you!
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ENJOY QUEEN OFIR’S CHANNEL AND FIRE ESCAPE!

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Queen Ofir is an international performer and recording artist who has written many beautiful hit songs. Β Including my favorite here, Fire Escape. Β  And it’s my pleasure to share it with all her friends and followers throughout the social blogosphere.

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LET LOVE HEAL!

KISSING BY THE SEA AND SAND

Words can be made into poetry, and poetry can be healing. Thus, if your heart needs healing or you love someone who does, here’s a poem for you…and for every heart that needs to be healed.

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LET LOVE HEAL

It seems like a lifetime since your heart had been broken,
And as lonely as a poet’s tears beneath the stars.
If only three little words had been ever spoken,
I would speak them now to heal all your wounds and scars.

All the wounds I would sooth with a soft and gentle kiss,
And all the scars erase with a soft and gentle touch.
A lover’s words and kisses can comfort even this,
When your lover’s heart is true and loves someone so much.

So let my lips give to you what your life never knew,
Which two broken hearts have yearned and cannot withstand.
Let three little words sooth sorrow’s soul–I love you!
And love shall always heal us as the sea does the sand.
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