I'm in an irreverant mood....can You tell?
 

I liked this so much that I looked on google for his other poems and found his website, a great collection of his own and his favorite poems:

http://www.jlstanley.com/Labyrinth.html

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

"The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears." -Anon

”If you know someone who tries to drown their sorrows, you might tell them sorrows know how to swim” -Jackson Brown, Jr.

”Strange how laughter looks like crying with no sound and how raindrops taste like tears without pain” - Anon

”Even though you may want to move forward in your life, you may have one foot on the brakes. In order to be free, we must learn how to let go. Release the hurt. Release the fear. Refuse to entertain your old pain. The energy it takes to hang onto the past is holding you back from a new life. What is it you would let go of today?" --Mary Manin Morrissey

One half of knowing what you want is knowing what you must give up before you get it. ~Sidney Howard

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one taste of the bait is worth the pain of the hook...

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”
~Plato

Keatsonian Lyricism
 

"He gains a great deal who loses a vain hope."

Italian Proverbs

Mark Overby
 

The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change.

"Whenever a warrior decides to do something, he must go all the way, but he must take responsibility for what he does. No matter what he does, he must know first why he is doing it, and then he must proceed with his actions without having doubts or remorse about them." - Carlos Castaneda in A Separate Reality. One of the most influential books I've ever read.


"A warrior considers himself already dead, so there is nothing to lose. The worst has already happened to him, therefore he's clear and calm; judging him by his acts or by his words, one would never suspect that he has witnessed everything." - Carlos Castaneda

Part of being a winner is knowing when enough is enough. Sometimes you have to give up the fight and walk away, and move on to something that's more productive.(f)

Donald Trump
American, Businessman Quotes

It's a simple poem...and it's for my browneyedgirl.

And I Have You

Rain has drops
Sun has shine
Moon has beams
That make you mine

Rivers have banks
Sands for shores
Hearts have heartbeats
That make me yours


Needles have eyes
Though pins may prick
Elmer has glue
To make things stick


Winter has Spring
Stockings feet
Pepper has mint
To make it sweet


Teachers have lessons
Soup du jour
Lawyers sue bad folks
Doctors cure


All and all
This much is true
You have me
And I have you


Written by Nikki Giovanni

Were it offered to my choice, I should have no objection to a repetition of the same life from its beginning, only asking the advantages authors have in a second edition to correct some faults in the first. -Benjamin Franklin

Poetry spills from the cracks of a broken heart,
but flows from one which is loved.

~Christopher Paul Rubero

Another from Ben
 

"He who gives up safety for freedom deserves neither" Benjamin Franklin

Never look down on anybody, unless you are helping him up.

Dalai Lama
 

We can't be useful to ourselves unless we're useful to others. Whether we like it or not, we're all connected, and it is unthinkable to be happy all by oneself. Anyone concerned only by his own well-being will suffer eventually. Anyone concerned with the well-being of others takes care of himself without even thinking about it. Even if we decide to remain selfish, let us be intelligently selfish - let us help others. :glasses:

There is an objective reality out there, but we view it through the spectacles of our beliefs, attitudes, and values.

~David G. Myers, Social Psychology

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I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.

I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast;
And all the night 'tis my pillow white,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,
Lightning, my pilot, sits;
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,
It struggles and howls at fits;

Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is guiding me,
Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
Over the lakes and the plains,
Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
The Spirit he loves remains;
And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.

The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread,
Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,
When the morning star shines dead;
As on the jag of a mountain crag,
Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
An eagle alit one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings.
And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardors of rest and of love,

And the crimson pall of eve may fall
From the depth of Heaven above,
With wings folded I rest, on mine aery nest,
As still as a brooding dove.
That orbed maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the Moon,
Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,
May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees,
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these.

I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone,
And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl;
The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,
Over a torrent sea,
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,--
The mountains its columns be.
The triumphal arch through which I march
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,
Is the million-colored bow;
The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove,
While the moist Earth was laughing below.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.

The way we communicate with others and with ourselves ultimately determines the quality of our lives ~ Anthony Robbins

edward estlin cummings...
 

Bill Cosby...
 

I don't know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody.

A word to the wise ain't necessary -- it's the stupid ones that need the advice. :giggle:

:blueheels:
~LadyBlue

Honest Abe...