POEMS FROM OTHER PEOPLE

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The Lost Dr. Seuss Book:

I love my Job, I love the Pay!
I love it more and more each day.
I love my Boss; he's/she's the best!
I love his boss and all the rest.
I love my Office and its location -
I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and gray,
And the paper that piles up every day!
I love my chair in my padded Cell!
There's nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my Peers.
I love their leers and jeers and sneers.
I love my Computer and all its Software .
I hug it often though it doesn't care...
I love each Program and every File.
I try to understand once in a while!!
I'm happy to be here, I am I am.
I'm the happiest Slave of my Uncle Sam.
I love this Work: I love these Chores.
I love the Meetings with deadly Bores.
I love my Job - I'll say it again -
I even love these friendly Men -
These men! who've come to visit today
In lovely white coats to take me away!!!

angel

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep

I am in a thousand winds that blow
I am the softly falling snow
I am the gentle showers of rain
I am the fields of ripening grain

I am in the morning hush
I am in the graceful rush
Or beautiful birds in circling flight
I am the star shine of the night

I am in the flowers that bloom
I am in a quiet room
I am the birds that sing
I am in each lovely thing

Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I do not die
-- Mary Frye --

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Heaven In the Yellow Pages

Mommy went to Heaven, but I need her here today
My tummy hurts and I fell down, I need her right away
Operator can you tell me how to find her in this book
Is heaven in the yellow part, I don't know where to look

I think my daddy needs her too, at night I hear him cry
I hear him call her name sometimes, but I really don't know why
Maybe if I call her, she will hurry home to me
Is Heaven very far away, is it across the sea?

She's been gone a long long time, she needs to come home now
I really need to reach her, but I simply don't know how
Help me find the number please, is it listed under "Heaven"
I can't read these big big works, I am only seven.

I'm sorry operator, I didn't mean ot make you cry
Is your tummy hurting too, or is there something in your eye?
If I call my church maybe they will know
Mommy said when we need help that's where we should go
I found the number to my church tacked up here on the wall
Thank you operator, I'll just give them a call
-- Author Unknown --

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Invictus
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods there be
For my unconquerable soul

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul
-- W. E. Henley --

Walt Goodridge's Inspirations

Words Do Touch The Heart

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~Beauty of a Woman~

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman Is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows.
The beauty of a woman
With passing years - only grows.

angel

Often your tasks will be many
And more than you think you can do
Often the road will be rugged
And the hills insuremountable, too

But always remember, the hills ahead
Are never as steep as they seem
And with faith in your heart start upward
And climb til you reach your dreams

For nothing in life is worthy
Is ever to hard to achieve
IF you have the faith to try it
And you have the faith to believe

For faith is a force that is greater
Than knowledge or power or skill
And many defeats turn to triumph
If you trust in God's wisdom and will

For faith is a mover of mountains
There's nothing that God cannot do
So start out today with faith in your heart
And climb til your dreams come true!

angel

LET YOUR LIGHT SO SHINE

Let your light so shine before men,
that they may see your good works
and glorify your father in heaven
clear
Matthew 5:16

Today I made a plan, a promise in my mind.
That I'd begin this very day to let my light so shine.
The early morning dawn revealed my mother's face,
reminding me that my own home is my beginning place.
With a happy heart I sang and helped in little ways,
to bring a ray of loving light into my family's day.

Then out into the world, I went with watchful eye.
I saw a woman old and bent, and I could not pass her by.
With gentle voice I spoke, then listened for a while
and saw her sad expression change into a greatful smile!

As time went quickly by, I said a silent prayer
and asked to bring the light of love, to someone in dispair.
Outside my circle of friends, I saw a lonely one,
a person often ridiculed and left to walk alone.
With courage I approached and drew her in with me.
The joy i saw will ever be a cherished memory.

As evening time approached, I had a chance to share
a priceless gift that I hold dear , with someone who would care.
In faith I gave a friend the secret book of life
and testified that it contains the purest gospel light.

By letting my light shine, I truly come to see
good works that glorify the Lord, bring happiness to me.

angel

The following is a poem written by Judge Roy Moore from Alabama. Judge Moore was recently sued by the ACLU for displaying the Ten Commandments in his courtroom foyer. He has been stripped of his judgeship and now they are trying to strip his right to practice law in Alabama.

AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL
America the Beautiful,
or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride;
I'm glad they'll never see.

Babies piled in dumpsters,
Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty,
your house is on the sand.

Our children wander aimlessly
poisoned by cocaine,
Choosing to indulge their lusts,
when God has said abstain.

>From sea to shining sea,
our Nation turns away
>From the teaching of God's love
and a need to always pray.

We've kept God in our temples,
how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool,
and Heaven is His throne.

We'! ve voted in a government
that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges
who throw reason out the door,

Too soft to place a killer
in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby
before he leaves the womb.

You think that God's not angry,
that our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait
before His judgment comes?

How are we to face our God,
from Whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do,
but stem this evil tide?

If we who are His children,
will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face
and mend our evil way:

Then God will hear from Heaven
and forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal ou r sickly land
and those who live within.

But, America the Beautiful,
if you don't - then you will see,
A sad but Holy God
withdraw His hand from Thee.

~Judge Roy Moore

angel

I'm Okay

The house is a mess, the dishes are dirty.
I'm too old for this stuff, I'm well over thirty!
The car is not clean, my hair is a wreck,
And I've already spent next Friday's paycheck.

The laundry needs washing, the kids are too rowdy,
And I never have time for a leisurely "Howdy."
With all that I do, it's never enough,
It's never quite finished, it always looks rough.

I looked in my mirror and what did I see?
A harried old stranger, where I used to be.
The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.
Today is tomorrow, and I'm not caught up yet.

My kids are growing at such a fast pace,
That I'm missing their childhood for the sake of this race.
I work and I clean and I cook, and I say
"Hit the books, clean your room!" there's no time for play.

Well, the Lord, for some reason, chose ME with the care
Of three of His children, but I'm rarely there!
I've GOT to slow down lest there's nothing to show
For my role as their mom when they pack up and go!

I'm only one person, but look through my door,
What appears to be one, divides into more!
I'm a chauffeur, a cook, a planter of trees,
A teacher, an umpire, a mender of knees.

Sometimes, I forget that deep down inside,
There's a lady with feelings, and last night, she cried.
She gets tired and lonely, feels taken for granted
She wants to see blooms from the seeds that she's planted.

Then, amidst all the turmoil in this mind-bending pace,
My little ones look at me square in the face...
And just when I need it, they in unison say,
"Momma, I love you" and then...I'm OKAY!
~Rabona Gordon

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