Wishing your Life goes by Swimmingly

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  Most of us, swimming against the tides of trouble the world knows nothing about, need only a bit of praise or encouragement - and we will make the goal.  

….Jerome P Fleishman

Cock-a-doodle-doo Who are you?

Cock-a-doodle-doo

Red rooster strut your stuff! 

Puff up your chest,

Fill the room with your allure.

Capture an audience with your grace.

Cock-a-doodle-doo 

All the little chickies gather ‘around, 

Admiring your strong calls, 

Sharp claw feet, 

Beautiful red face, 

Like a stop sign to ward off intruders.

Little chickies now feel safe. 

Are you, are you a red rooster? 

Standing firm in your space,

No one dares to give you chase!

Cock-a-doodle-doo 

Are you one of the little chickies 

or Red rooster strutting his stuff?

Admiring chickies or strong rooster?

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Kiss your Troubles Adieu

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A Time for Less Hate and Greed

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Duty to Our Flag

Less hate and greed                       

Is what we need

And more of service true;

More men to love

The flag above

And keep it first in view.

by Edgar A. Guest

Yosemite's Massive Beauty Mystifies

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“...full of God's thoughts, a place of peace and safety amid the most exalted grandeur and enthusiastic action, a new song, a place of beginnings abounding in first lessons of life, mountain building, eternal, invincible, unbreakable order; with sermons in stone, storms, trees, flowers, and animals brimful with humanity.” 

― John Muir

The White Rose Represents Pure Love!

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The White Rose

The red rose whispers of passion,

And the white rose breathes of love;

O, the red rose is a falcon,

And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud

With a flush on its petal tips;

For the love that is purest and sweetest

Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

John Boyle O’Reilly, 1844 - 1890

Goldfish make me smile!

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A Smile To Remember 

we had goldfish and they circled around and around 

in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes 

covering the picture window and 

my mother, always smiling, wanting us all 

to be happy, told me, 'be happy Henry!' 

and she was right: it's better to be happy if you 

can 

but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while 

raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn't 

understand what was attacking him from within. 

my mother, poor fish, 

wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a 

week, telling me to be happy: 'Henry, smile! 

why don't you ever smile?' 

and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the 

saddest smile I ever saw 

one day the goldfish died, all five of them, 

they floated on the water, on their sides, their 

eyes still open, 

and when my father got home he threw them to the cat 

there on the kitchen floor and we watched as my mother 

smiled 

Charles Bukowski 

Apollo Theater Honors Prince

Prince first played the Apollo in March 1993, an invitation-only gig with most of the tickets given to Harlem community groups. The incomparable Prince will be honored June 2016 with his induction into the Apollo Theater’s Walk of Fame.

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Honey, I know, I know

I know times are changing

It's time we all reach out

For something new, that means you too

             By Prince

The Chinaman and the Bamboo Tree

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The Chinaman and the Bamboo Tree

by Joan Reese

I wish. I wish. For a Bamboo Tree.

I create hundreds of Bamboo Trees on rice paper.

Chinese black ink, makes five shades.

Green and gold watercolor bring the leaves to life.

I wish. I wish. For a Bamboo Tree 

To look and see, everyday, beautiful bamboo tree.

Passing Chinatown Park, I stop and watch

Old Chinaman loving his plot of land.

His prize; six foot tall Bamboo swaying in the wind

Outgrew his little garden.

Toothless Chinaman smiled, pointing to Bamboo tree.

“You want?” My beaming smile the answer.

With small shovel; all his might

Pulled Bamboo from its earthy embrace.

People gathered to watch the Chinaman.

Proud was he, when he presented the tree to me.

My wish granted by the Chinaman and his Bamboo tree.

His gift: too heavy for me to budge.

He lifted one finger, motioning me to wait.

Disappearing behind an iron gate.

Rolling out a  hand-truck, placing in it the Bamboo Tree

His gift to me was complete.

I offered him money.

He fanned my hand away.

My wish was granted for a Bamboo Tree. 

To look and see, everyday, beautiful bamboo tree.

Proud as a Peacock

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proud as a peacock

by william worthless

The beauty of the peacock is the tail that he can span

when its opened up it goes in to a fan

like a woven blanket. intricate as can be

a mosaic work of art for all the world to see

a canvas full of colors that are very loud

this is what makes the peacock very very proud

Travel Creates Storytellers

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Faute De Mieux

by Dorothy Parker 

 Travel, trouble, music, art,

A kiss, a frock, a rhyme-

I never said they feed my heart,

But still they pass my time.

“Moonlight illuminates any darkness.”

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“Tell me the story..

About how the sun loved the moon so much..

That she died every night..

Just to let him breathe...” 

― Hanako Ishii

Springtime buds are blooming!

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Creeping Roses

Tender tendrils climb the wall

Up towards the sky

Past the latticed windows tall

Clinging on from high.

Then in springtime buds in red

Pout with lips apart

Inhibitions they all shed

And seduce my heart.

by Paul Callus
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“People are strange . . .” ― Jim Morrison

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“There are things known 

and there are things unknown

and in between are the doors.” 

― Jim Morrison

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night

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Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

     
By Dylan Thomas

Gray skies are just clouds passing over.

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Cloudy Sky - Poem by Shel Silverstein

The Moon she is a pretty girl who lives up in the stars

And that old cloud he's a great old man who loves her from afar

He loves her from afar

When Lady Moon smiles down on him ol' Cloud is all a-wonder

So he starts to sing to her and that's what makes the thunder

Can't ya listen baby that's what makes the thunder

Love is just a cloudy sky as far as I can see

And that ol' cloud up in the sky he got much chance in love as me

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A friendship Poem for Valentine's Day

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Ode To Friendships

They're the few people who accept silence over conversation

A relationship like this denies silly promises and persuasion

You don't feel the need to second guess thoughts or measure words

Their love comes in wholes, not halves, not thirds

They're the ones that guide you through when fate takes a turn

Fights, small and large, end in forgiveness, never a burn

You forget about first impressions and the feelings they brought

You're grateful for who they are and you forgive 'em for what they're not

© Kayla Rae Pich

Ancient Tree Roots Hold the History of You and Me.

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I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

~Joyce Kilmer, “Trees,” 1914

The City Needs a Car Like a Jaguar needs a bicycle

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Life is like riding a bicycle. 

To keep your balance

you must keep moving.” ~

Albert Einstein's letter to his son Eduard, 1930.

There is no such thing as a secret.

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A hard earned truth! I found if I can not keep my own secrets I should not expect another person to keep my most personal information.

New Yorkers Wear Open Faces

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I Wish

by Joan Reese

I wish to create a day of serenity.

No one can make me blue!

New Yorkers wear open faces.

No one is in a rush,

Young men give ladies

Their seat on the bus.

People speak kindly,

Greeting with a gentle touch.

Ears hear with content.

Men and woman dress with style and grace.

The music of nature fills my head,

Honeysuckle scents the melody.

I wish to create a day of serenity.

I'll spend all day reading in bed!

                  

BoogieStomp! Rocking in NYC

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2016 "The Year of Celebrating Our Differences"

The highlight of my week is attending the writers group at Middle Church.
To my delight, one of our brilliant writers is Timothy Bellaria. His books and workshops are helping children to understand we may look different on the outside, "We are all the same inside." For twenty years, I taught special education in the New York City public schools. I highly recommend teachers and parents to order his books. Let us all help "2016" be the year of Celebrating our Differences.

timothybellavia@yahoo.com 
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The best Yuletide decoration is being wreathed in smiles.

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Be not beguiled by world's insidious wiles;

O foolish ones, ye know her tricks and guiles;

Your precious life-time cast not to the winds;

Haste to seek wine, and court a sweetheart'ssmile.

Written by: Omar Khayyam