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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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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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Kristen McHenry’s Newest Blog Post Rocks for You!

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My exceptional writer-poet friend Kristen McHenry has done it again: written another exceptional and very entertaining blog post. Worthy of everyone’s exceptional consumption and reading pleasure.

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Somewhere

SEARCHING LOVER

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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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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SHIP OF LIFE!

THE WILD SEA

Here is a winning poem of mine it is my pleasure to share with the Universe. If you enjoy it, drop me a note and tell me of your pleasure and joy!

–Patrick P. Stafford / marcelproust37@hotmail.com

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SHIP OF LIFE!

Make this the passion of a lifetime
as if today is the beginning
and there is no yesterday:
Set out upon the ship of life
disciplined in mind and spirit,
fearless of peril and danger,
dauntless with faith and conviction,
certain of justice and in judgment,
relentless in duty and with honesty,
prepared for enterprise and challenge,
humble and merciful in victory,
and glorious and dignified in defeat!
Embrace each day with pride and gratitude
and honor yourself with happiness and joy.
Be different, be special, be a philosopher!
Set a goal, take a chance, strive for freedom!
And dare to try.

For this is the passion of a lifetime
as if tomorrow is today
and there is no turning back:
Set out upon the ship of life
loyal to wisdom and to truth,
true to love and to friendship,
brave before suffering and despair,
adamant against evil and corruption,
triumphant over anger and hate,
stronger than motive and emotion,
and meek and gentle with compassion!
Embrace each day with reverence and wonder
and reward yourself with laughter and beauty.
Be unique, be visionary, be a dreamer!
Set an example, strike a blow, strive for peace!
And dare to live.
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Poetry to Inspire and Move You to Great Enterprise!

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A BOOK OF VERSE TO INSPIRE YOU…

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In a uniquely worded, structured, lexicon way, poetry should enlighten, entertain, invoke thought and emotion, excite and/or compel, or inspire the reader to feel and do something with his life and in the world. Here’s a poem I trust may do one or many of these with you!
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TOMORROW
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Let tomorrow call out–sweet and sublime!
And day bring forth its promise of reward!
Let the truth be heard–that now is the time:
To make peace from war and plowshare from sword!
(And achieve the dreams we should strive toward!)
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The past is behind us, the past is gone,
But the future is our strongest belief!
Among all the stars ever wished upon,
Is one to purge us of vengeance and grief
(And steal us from hate like a martyred thief!)
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A world divided…the world united:
In certain cause, and linked by common fate,
Has sworn…that all of us are invited
To share in the making of something great
(The choice is still ours–it’s never too late!)
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Let us be amazed and let us be awed
By all the good we have previously done.
But with new hope and by the grace of God,
Yearn to accomplish beyond earth and sun
What has never been done by anyone!
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For vanquish prejudice, distrust and pain!
We shall not survive heartless or mindless!
What there is of grief and darkness and rain
And despair and poverty and blindness,
We shall overcome with human kindness!
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So join in life–and forget about death.
But give to life all that is worth giving!
Let love be the last word upon your breath,
That before time should seem unforgiving,
Bury the dead and get on with living.
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