some poems to think about

these are a couple of poems that i think everyone should read and share... they have touched me very deeply, and tug at my heart. i hope you pass them on.


9/11 poem--author unknown

Two thousand one, nine eleven
Three thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"


They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud
"I have a dream!" and once he did
The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."


Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."


From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
trust us sir, we've passed that test."


"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores


A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day


"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church and clipped coupons
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we're not"


The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me"


Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just 'cause they must


Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell, but not alone
"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!"


So said Martin, as he watched the scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."


Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '44


The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
"I see pain, I see tears,
I see sorrow-but I don't see fear."


"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You're not really gone.


All of those people, even those who've never met you
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together, together as one.


With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from there he led
three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven


i cry everytime i read that poem...


don't drink and drive--this is why

Near to the door

He paused to stand

As he took his class ring

Off her hand

All who were watching

Did not speak

As a silent tear

Ran down his cheek

And through his mind

The memories ran

Of the moments they walked

And ran in the sand (hand in hand)

But now her eyes were so terribly cold

For he would never again

Have her to hold

They watched in silence

As he bent near

And whispered the words

"I love you" in her ear

He touched her face and started to cry

As he put on his ring and wanted to die

And just the wind began to blow

As they lowered her casket

Into the snow

This is what happens

To man alive

When friends let friends

Drink and drive


please don't do such a stupid thing as drink and drive. i don't care how precious your car is to you, hand the keys over to your friend, or just stay where you are. it's such an easy thing to do, as opposed to the heartache and guilt you would cause if you drove drunk.


a dog's prayer


Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kind­ness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my wait­ing ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a do­mesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privi­lege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your de­voted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest — and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

please give your dogs and cats big hugs after reading this. if you don't have a dog or cat, go hug one at a humane shelter... think about how you'd feel if you thought no one loved or even wanted you. show these animals that we love them


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