Good-Bye April

Love

Sadie & Maud

Maud went to college.   

Sadie stayed at home.   

Sadie scraped life

With a fine-tooth comb.

She didn’t leave a tangle in.   

Her comb found every strand.

Sadie was one of the livingest chits   

In all the land.

Sadie bore two babies   

Under her maiden name.   

Maud and Ma and Papa   

Nearly died of shame.

When Sadie said her last so-long   

Her girls struck out from home.   

(Sadie had left as heritage

Her fine-tooth comb.)

Maud, who went to college,   

Is a thin brown mouse.

She is living all alone

In this old house.

~Gwendolyn Brooks

Only One Choice....

Nelson Mandela Quote

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged

 to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.

Nelson Mandela 

Read It Aloud...

Life

Mark Twain Quote

  

Rose

Life is like a rose.

 One thorn can make a beautiful thing ugly and painful.
One bad thorn can ruin a bouquet. One bad incident can ruin a life.
A bunch of roses is beautiful.

A single rose has more meaning.
Bunches are nice and pretty but dangerous.
Singular roses are safer,but lonely looking.
Life with bunches of people is beautiful but
more chances of being hurt.
Life if you're a singular person it's safer but lonely.

Barbara Goodhew

Truth

And if sun comes

How shall we greet him?

Shall we not dread him,

Shall we not fear him

After so lengthy a

Session with shade?

 

Though we have wept for him,

Though we have prayed

All through the night-years—

What if we wake one shimmering morning to

Hear the fierce hammering

Of his firm knuckles

Hard on the door?

 

Shall we not shudder?—

Shall we not flee

Into the shelter, the dear thick shelter

Of the familiar

Propitious haze?

 

Sweet is it, sweet is it

To sleep in the coolness

Of snug unawareness.

 

The dark hangs heavily

Over the eyes.

Gwendolyn Brooks

 

Footprints...

Kitchenette Building

We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,

Grayed in, and gray. “Dream” makes a giddy sound, not strong

Like “rent,” “feeding a wife,” “satisfying a man.”

But could a dream send up through onion fumes   

Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes   

And yesterday’s garbage ripening in the hall,   

Flutter, or sing an aria down these rooms

Even if we were willing to let it in,

Had time to warm it, keep it very clean,   

Anticipate a message, let it begin?

We wonder. But not well! not for a minute!   

Since Number Five is out of the bathroom now,   

We think of lukewarm water, hope to get in it.

Gwendolyn Brooks

Poverty

We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and un cared for is the greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of poverty.

Mother Teresa 

John 14:27

Take A Moment And Breath Life In

a cloud passin' through
a bird flyin' high
so much life in the sky

a tender site
and soft
to ones eyes

he created
everything imaginable
out of his love
for you and i

open up your heart
it won't be
with your eyes that you will see
look up so high

breath it in
and tell me
what did you just feel?
what did you just see?
what did you just taste?

life in another light
is what i get when
i breathe in
his majesty's
life full of his love
deep within me

Terrie

War Widow

The telephone never rings. Still

you pick it up, smile into the static,

the breath of those you’ve loved; long dead.

The leaf you pick from the fall

rises and dips away with every ridge.

Fingers stiff from time, you trace.

Staring off into a distance limned

by cataracts and other collected debris,

you have forgotten none of the long-ago joy

of an ice-cream truck and its summer song.

Between the paving stones;

between tea, a cup, and the sound

of you pouring;

between the time you woke that morning

and the time when the letter came,

a tired sorrow: like an old flagellant

able only to tease with a weak sting.

Riding the elevator all day,

floor after floor after floor,

each stop some small victory whittled

from the hard stone of death, you smile.

They used to write epics about moments like this.

Chris Abani

John 16:24

Keep Me In Your Heart

Personal Baggage

Everyone comes with baggage.

Find someone who loves you enough to help

you unpack.

Someday...

Age & Maturity

Age is the acceptance of a term of years. 

But maturity is the glory of years.

Martha Graham

Goodbye My Love

The New World

The sun is folding, cars stall and rise

beyond the window. The workmen leave

the street to the bums and painters’ wives

pushing their babies home. Those who realize   

how fitful and indecent consciousness is

stare solemnly out on the emptying street.

The mourners and soft singers. The liars,

and seekers after ridiculous righteousness. All   

my doubles, and friends, whose mistakes cannot   

be duplicated by machines, and this is all of our   

arrogance. Being broke or broken, dribbling   

at the eyes. Wasted lyricists, and men

who have seen their dreams come true, only seconds   

after they knew those dreams to be horrible conceits   

and plastic fantasies of gesture and extension,

shoulders, hair and tongues distributing misinformation   

about the nature of understanding. No one is that simple   

or priggish, to be alone out of spite and grown strong   

in its practice, mystics in two-pants suits. Our style,   

and discipline, controlling the method of knowledge.   

Beatniks, like Bohemians, go calmly out of style. And boys   

are dying in Mexico, who did not get the word.   

The lateness of their fabrication: mark their holes   

with filthy needles. The lust of the world. This will not

be news. The simple damning lust,

                                       float flat magic in low changing   

                                       evenings. Shiver your hands

                                       in dance. Empty all of me for

                                       knowing, and will the danger   

                                       of identification,

                           Let me sit and go blind in my dreaming   

                           and be that dream in purpose and device.

                           A fantasy of defeat, a strong strong man   

                           older, but no wiser than the defect of love.

 Amiri Baraka

Do You...

Life...

Love Is Powerful

Change...

Nature

I watch the waves crash in, breaking on the shore

All their anger dispensed on the oceans floor

I look at the sky so blue, sun shining so bright

Spreading heat and happiness with its blinding light

Long blades of grass swaying in the gentle breeze

Dancing in rhythm with so much ease

Look up at the trees hearing the singing of the birds

Happily chirping singing at ease without words

Sitting here holding my knees to my chest

Watching and hearing nature at it s best

I ponder how Nature could get it so right

When we have let Natures lessons get so out of sight

We hold our anger, let our happiness slip away

Making our survival a struggle each and every day

We have forgotten the little things that mean so much

Like the laughter, the freedom, and someone’s loving touch

If only I could make people stop, watch and listen to Natures tale

We could all sit back happily and our world would not be so frail

each others existence in harmony we could all survive

I’m sure like the sun, wind, tree, and birds our lives we could revive

If only we let nature take its course in each and every one of us each day and night

As I sit and ponder how Nature got it so right and we lost all sight.

Unknown

Love Your Life

I Have A Dream

Life and a Camera

You Have To Play...

Purpose

April Love

Misfits

We have walked in Love's land a little way,

We have learnt his lesson a little while,

And shall we not part at the end of day,

With a sigh, a smile?

A little while in the shine of the sun,

We were twined together, joined lips, forgot

How the shadows fall when the day is done,

And when Love is not.

We have made no vows--there will none be broke,

Our love was free as the wind on the hill,

There was no word said we need wish unspoke,

We have wrought no ill.

So shall we not part at the end of day,

Who have loved and lingered a little while,

Join lips for the last time, go our way,

With a sigh, a smile?

~Ernest Dowson



...Good In Every Day

The Journey

April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss you

Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops

Let the rain sing you a lullaby

The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk

The rain makes running pools in the gutter

The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night

And I love the rain. 

Langston Hughes

Walls

Kiss Me

Keep The Faith

It's April!!!!