| The Age Of Innocence
Posted: 10/8/2006 8:41:18 AM | You were "bad" last night
the better to be good
all day...
If God were a poet
I think you'd be one of his rhymes... | |
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Posted: 10/9/2006 11:11:29 AM | In your little girl dreams
And fairytales
Do you ever wish
For a love which knows no boundaries
A love that paints it mark
Upon your heart
Through adversities and merriment
Something intangible
A shoulder for your sadness
A soft touch to stroke away the pain
Eyes that mirror your own
When discovering an epiphany
To age gracefully together
Without wanting to change
Anything inside or out
Acceptance
Walking together
Hands touching
Smiles reaching
The stars
And together in our own uniqueness
Complimenting the other
By being that twin flame
Which burns through a life time
Until the end. | |
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Posted: 10/9/2006 11:25:05 AM | The Dance Of Life
As the pupil is fulfilled
only with the emergence
of the teacher,
so, too, is the teacher
fulfilled but with the
reality of the pupil,
the two incomplete
in separateness,
the two rendered whole
in merging.
Inasmuch as one must lead,
the other follow,
theirs is not
the folly of follies:
moved by the music
of life,
theirs is the dance
of life, one step forward,
one step back,
a pirouette,
a pause,
a bow.
S.S. | |
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Posted: 10/9/2006 12:17:23 PM | Being ensconced in mid-life
You realize that you’re still in a learning phase
Which has only just begun
With the eyes and senses open
To words and images
Filtering through all that you have learned so far
Perhaps you are more accepting and fine tuned
Than in the age of youth
Where everything is in a wind tunnel
Flying about in all directions
As a baby squirrel on the road
And although some of us don’t want to grow up
We have in fact done just that
We have become more accepting of life
And chose not to rebel as vehemently
As our wandering days
What we can teach our children
By helping them grow to reach for their dreams
The older and wiser may shed some light
Even now on our own dilemmas
Read my children
Soak up all concepts
before you
You don’t have to choose only one way
To think
But expand your life
By capturing what has meaning for you
And above all love yourself
And trust in your instincts
For they will lead you to the place
Where I am now
And speak to you
As a tiny voice in the night
Soothing your fears
Calming your impatience
Guiding you on a course
Through consciousness
And one day
You will wake up
And find
That you
Will be the nurturer of your own truth
And will help to shape the course of your children’s dreams. | |
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Posted: 10/9/2006 1:00:19 PM | The lesson I think we owe our children
and those of our friends who care to learn from us
is to be most fully ourselves.
Then they, perhaps, will be
not like us but like themselves...
After his death Reb Hirsch appeared before the Bar of Judgment where he was asked to give an account of his life. Well, he said, unfortunately, he had not been as brave as Moses, as learned as Maimonides or as wise as Rabbi Hillel, or–
The examining angel interrupted him:
“You will not be judged according to other men, but as to whether you were the best Reb Hirsch you could possibly have been.” | |
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Posted: 10/9/2006 3:21:58 PM | Jer...
That is wonderful.....
I resolve to be the best I can be...
and on that note ... cafe en montreal la semaine prochaine???
Coffee with friends, confidants and lovers
Should be de rigeur
Coffee with all the others
What a dreadful bore
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Posted: 10/9/2006 4:37:02 PM | Daw-ling! Apropos
I resolve to be the best I can be
bear in mind Mae West's immortal words "When I'm good I'm very good, but when I'm bad I'm even better!"
Oui certainment cafe en Montreal... | |
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Posted: 10/9/2006 6:33:23 PM | I resolve to be the best I can be . . .
true enough Jerry I agree and whole heartedly encourage my girls to be masters of their own lives. I am very proud of the girls - they are getting wonderful grades in school, they are kind and genuine people.
Pickles are you making a date with Jerry in the age of innocence? Olala
Thank you SS I love how your poems flow they are always an inspiration to all of us. | |
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Posted: 10/9/2006 6:57:51 PM | Be brave my darling the world is not coming to an end
It is still in its infancy
We haven’t learned from our mistakes
History keeps repeating and repeating itself
Will we ever learn
Will we ever learn.
Be brave my darling your life is just beginning
As you turn the page you will see the story unfold
Just as it should
You have youth on your side
And a bounding energy
Use it to your advantage
Make those baby steps now
And wait for the leaps and bounds.
Will we ever learn?
Will we ever learn.
Be brave my darling your life is just beginning
And although you are faced with the struggles of aging
You shall look back and know that you have come a long way
The road before you will still hold much joy
You have lost many loved ones in life and suffered great pain
See the glory in your journey
And the beautiful sunset before you
Will we ever learn?
Will we ever learn.
Be brave my darling your life is just beginning
A new face, a new song
The roles are changing but not the love
It will always remain the same
Don’t be afraid of questions
And don’t be afraid of the answers
Accept and enjoy the road less traveled
Will we ever learn?
Will we ever learn. | |
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Posted: 10/10/2006 6:21:11 PM | teach me
inspire me
free my thoughts
for I feel the darkness tonight
autumn’s shade is lowered
in quiet reflection | |
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Posted: 10/12/2006 2:13:41 PM | An old music box
Stands in the corner of a room
Surrounded by windows each revealing their own story
Polished oak, richness gleaming
The scent of wood polish
The flowing grain with each ring showing us life being born
Over and over again
And as you lift up the lid and take a peek inside
You will find a picture etched on old parchment
Angels and gentle beings
Beckoning the little children to climb within and play
A silent little girl
Was enchanted by the box
And as the tone resounded
A sigh would slip out
She would lift up her arms
And slowly twirl
Round and round as the music swirled
No one watching
But through her inner self
The music played
up on her toes
She would glide across the room
and stop as
each window revealed its own season
On her stage | |
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Posted: 10/12/2006 5:26:29 PM | An old chainsaw
Lays in the corner of the shop
Surrounded by piles of limber that need to be moved
Dust-filled air, spider webs
The smell that can't be smelt from a clogged nose
The flies in the windows, hundreds dead on the fly strip
Buzzing away, trying to get free
As I move the lumber pile, get covered in dust and pick up the old chainsaw
I find that it won't start cause it's out of gas
And the chain needs sharpening too
Beckoning my son to go get some gas
The little smuck vanishes
He was enchanted by the neighbors girl
And as I shouted
A sigh slipped out
I lifted my arms
Then slowly turned
Realizing, he not interested in working with his dad
Not when there's girls around
So through my inerself
I went back inside
And picked up that chainsaw
Went to the gas station
And came to realize
Each kid has their work cut out for them
At each stage | |
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Posted: 10/12/2006 5:44:30 PM | Perhaps the dad needs to learn a lesson
from his son
there's time left
to do the things that should be done
but stop and turn around
and see the things that you dream of
make them happen. | |
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Posted: 10/12/2006 6:03:34 PM | The Severed Limb
The Elder saw a father unduly
harsh to a young son, and he
took that father aside, saying:
“Behold the forest, so rich
in saplings, each one unique,
complete, and whole.
Now see a man, as might a thief,
come to sever a limb
from one of these.
In time, this tree is grown,
moss a cover to its great wound,
that this one should seem
a tree, complete, and whole.
And yet, in the great expanse
of space and time,
all secrets will be known, while this tree.
in its aloneness, must surely be found
troubled and weeping
at the loss of that which indeed
make it complete, and whole….”
That night, before retiring,
that father held to his son
like never before, seeing him
to sleep with great songs
of both promises,
and praise.
S.S. | |
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Posted: 10/12/2006 6:03:50 PM | ah, perhaps you're right but there are some things one shouldn't/can't force,
otherwise we may end up back where we started, or worse.
Pssst, I got a phone call from a women the other day, who once offered me 10.000
to marry her. My friend took the deal and now, three years later, they didn't give her
her papers, so he's out half the doe and all that time and agro invested.
She is quite the sexy looker too. Fools rush in eh...
It was fun playing off your wonderful poem R...Thanks..:) | |
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Msg: 116 | |
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Posted: 10/12/2006 7:11:21 PM | Deja' vu
stranger things have happened...
no question.
oblique as it appears
there are no rules to such
undefining futures hold
although questions remain
without warrant
how does one fall on such
redemptive sky trains
while fully aware of the earthen
plane?
my children came to me
crying for birth
bioloical clock gone mad
I thought
tho thru the years I've
been witness to
coincidences folly
serendipitiousness
the snake shedding skin
over and over again
in my childrens lives
having to drink that past forgot
to see how far I've come
letting go is so hard to do
when fully aware of this earthen plane | |
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Posted: 10/12/2006 7:23:41 PM | | Letting go is even harder when you have had one taken from you by life. It makes you want to enjoy their awakening even more. I am still holding on tight I just don't let it appear that way. There is a balance to raising children and watching them fly - it makes you think not only what they give to you by the joy they have brought but it also makes you think what you can give them in return. | |
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Msg: 118 | |
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Posted: 10/12/2006 7:27:59 PM | Yes we learn from each other A.F., thankyou so much... You are strong
Hugs  | |
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Posted: 10/12/2006 7:28:54 PM | we have special names for our children created by their own unique personalities. My wild little pony is now 23. Pipsqueek is 16 and just passed her G1 today and my little dolly also 16 still shares her warm heart and accomplishments with me. I am very blessed and I don't take them for granted. It was a beautiful way of expressing your thoughts and observations S.S.
You can see clearly that you are a wise man who loves his child. | |
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Posted: 10/13/2006 10:10:30 PM | bin missin you a wile
popped in to moos
forgot to dial
but somehow you there
anyway
ma | |
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Posted: 10/14/2006 9:41:44 AM | LOL Salty I'm still here reading and enjoying all.
Love is the essence of all
The tiny tendrils of light
Which crawl beneath the skin
And awaken the child within
With a mischievous grin
Allowing age to know no boundaries
But let it flow as the river to the sea
In all it’s simplicity
Winding its way along
Our paths of thought
Being surprised
To feel the world again
Through the eyes of a child
That little voice inside each of us
Which grabs your hand and pulls
You through the maze of learning
Or unlearning the rules as it may be
To see again in amazement, excitement
The same old thing suddenly taking on a life of its own
Unwrapping your life
Petal by petal
A collection of experiences
Falling as marbles from a bag
Upon the ground
Each its own colour and uniqueness
Silencing thought
Absorbing feelings seeing images
Love is the elixir
Which takes us out of ourselves
To shine through another. | |
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Posted: 10/14/2006 9:45:12 AM |
Love is the elixir
Which takes us out of ourselves
To shine through another.
Oh my! How fine that is! | |
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Posted: 10/14/2006 10:17:48 AM | | You are a dear friend Alyosha and I love to bounce off of your ideas. You have truly mastered the child within and see life as it should be seen. Thank you for your kind thoughts. My writings are not my best alas at this moment in time. | |
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Posted: 10/18/2006 2:53:47 PM | Life's Little Miracles
She gazes into the window
Of toyland
Need I say more
Eyes wide with yearning
Standing out in the cold chill
Penetrating the frosty glass
She watches in fascination
As the tiny horse rocks.
When I tried to pull her hand
And lead her gently away
Her head has turned backwards
Transfixed and frozen in that moment.
At night when the house is quiet
I see her sitting there
On her miniature chair
Head bent in concentration
Crayons dancing furiously
Across a page.
Her mind has gone elsewhere
From her mouth not a peep
It’s as if she has gone to sleep
Except for those eyes
Still so wide open
Dark oval globes
Dancing in determination
Immune to time.
The fire casts a glow
Upon her jet black hair disheveled from play
She folds up her paper into a treasure
And cautiously moves across the floor
And with a toss of her chubby hand
She has sent her dreams
Up the chimney.
Silently standing there
She looks like an angel
A knowing smile curves her rosebud mouth
And she waits as if some magic
Might erupt in a puff of smoke.
On Christmas morning she comes galloping
Galloping two steps at a time
She sails upon the air
Contentment and trust
Written all over her face
My little child is gone again
To the land of dreams
Where tiny miracles are born
Her wishes complete. | |
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| The Age Of Innocence
Posted: 10/18/2006 5:00:55 PM | "Life's Little Miricles" reminded me of this one...
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Within a Moment
We played till the sun went down back then
Searching for more ways to play
Asleep, dreaming like kids dream
Driving clouds, around and around
One behind the other, following
each moment, to an endless sky
Then time, slow, unnoticeable
Barely traceable
Began distilling our innocence
Evaporating us
Into a hard, history world
Infinite in doubt, chaos
And murder
Guarding our cautions
Driving our lives
We exist
Slowly though
As life unfolds
And willing universes open
To the possibilities beyond daylight
Beyond sundown sleep and dreams
Fast clouds and endless skyways
Beyond doubt , chaos and murder
And far beyond caution, and existence
We once more
Allow ourselves to play
Within a moment | |
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