Quality of Life
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Posted:Aug 11, 2012 6:49 am
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2012 8:09 am 3662 Views
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QUALITY OF LIFE
Life measured by one's wealth
when money rules quality
Unhealthy only dominates health
when it happens unhealthy be
Or measured by one's love
the number of one's friends
Or gifts from the God above
the gift that never ends
Just a better or worse perception
When all life is treasurable
Just life's great deception
When life's quality is unmeasurable
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Top Ten....
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Posted:Jun 25, 2012 11:03 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2022 4:51 am 3948 Views
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Top Ten.....Things I've learned by getting old
1. If I knew I was going live this long, I would have taken better care of myself
2. You can't build a monument unless you have the right equipment
3. Love is ironic, it says more about your need than someone elses, yet it's far more about your giving than your getting.
4. To have a friend you got to be a friend.
5. Success can only be gained through your own mind never through someone elses.
6. Money gives you the power to do, but never gives you the power to be somebody.
7. Anger comes from self-hatred
8. You can't be hurt by an untruth
9. The biggest communication mistake is believing others think the same way we do.
10. No matter the circumstance, happiness is your own responsibility.
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Lunar Love
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Posted:Jun 11, 2012 8:27 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2022 4:41 am 3637 Views
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She thought I hung the moon and all
Her eyes... told me so
It made me feel ten feet tall
That's all love needs to know
The other stuff was but love's prize
frosting that makes the cake stellar
Yet, incomparable to moon in her eyes
Of being seen, better than you are
Then expectations paid the devil's due
when what was paid, was not enough
The toll on love became the revenue
that counted the unimportant stuff
The moon shined over this sleeping mountain
Until changing eyes said more than lips
And expectations she began to count on
Created a lunar eclipse
Some time ago I wrote this, thought it was due for a re-write.
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Sides of the Fence
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Posted:Jun 6, 2012 8:48 am
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2015 1:27 pm 3689 Views
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I wrote a blog response story, and thought I'd like to keep it on my own blog. (I wish I knew where I get this shit from!)
There are four not so wise men. Two men standing on each side of a fence having a political agrument and two men listening to the argument are sitting on the fence at each end.
After the heated argument, the two men standing ask the two men straddling the fence who's right and who's wrong.
Being men of God and not quite understanding all the agrument, the two men, staddling the fence, decide to ask God who's right and who's wrong
God comes to each man and tells him....."The man on your right is right and the man on your left is wrong".
Moral of the story...It doesn't matter which side of the fence your on. It only matters if your perspective is right or left.
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What brings me back
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Posted:May 22, 2012 12:59 pm
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2022 4:41 am 3980 Views
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I wonder what keeps me coming back
to places I have been before
A people's lost and found in fact
and open window, and a closed door
To hear a Robyn sing
or see a friendly face
Just a little remembering
In an evolving old place
I look for Stillwater
that runs deep
Keeps me coming back
To a place I want to keep
Trivia as a daily event
that AneMac brings to us
Different ways life was meant
without the hassle and the fuss
Photo friday
What karenpita may say
Political narrow minds
My way or the highway
The Canadians and Aussies
down under or on top
Like rentier and Jano
That borders can not stop
And through it all
Those that have gone
Tears and joy to recall
Not a place, but a home
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LOVE THIEF
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Posted:May 17, 2012 1:09 am
Last Updated:May 21, 2012 12:02 pm 3561 Views
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He robbed her of her undying love
And never thought to give it back
He left her with a tear in her eye
As he headed down the railroad track
She thinks about him, now and then
The stolen promises and the lost days
Would she ever want to do it again
And lose her way through love's maze
The truth about what is love driven
Will never leave a heart forsaken
As the truth of what is freely given
Can not be robbed, nor ever taken
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New Start
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Posted:Mar 21, 2012 11:03 am
Last Updated:May 17, 2012 11:26 am 3418 Views
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Winter's dread of fallen snow
Blankets my mundane existence
Months appear as the days go
With little or no resistance
Between the shadows of the day
Sunlight beckons a sundry hue
For each moment to point the way
So each morning can begin anew
Within a breathe of eternal spring
Life renews within an open heart
When moments becomes a precious thing
Mornings become a brand new start
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A Choice of Fate
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Posted:Feb 19, 2012 6:09 am
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2012 11:38 am 3539 Views
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Is life a choice or a matter of fate?
Do you choose your path and direction?
Can we change it, before it's too late?
When life is but a personal reflection
No matter, that it's a vane existence
Arrows point to where you have to go
Best to provide only marginal resistance
In all, life's a great big circus show!
In the end, running through the hoops
Can be a disaster or a bit of fun
Remember, you're not playing to groups
Life has just an audience of one
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Missing Magic
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Posted:Feb 3, 2012 7:39 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2012 10:04 am 3235 Views
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I wrote a poem on the [post 81447] and wanted to save it to my blog. so here it is......"Magic" is that thing that allows you love.
Somewhere, beneath the winter's frost
Love's Magic still and sleeping
In a place where dreams are lost
A home not in our keeping
Covered in a blanket of snow
Of ice that can't warm the heart
A cold shoulder turns to sorrow
Without the warmth to depart
The hope of eternal spring
That "Magic' can come again
Seems somehow a distant thing
When thinking now, not when
It only takes a little green
on a bud so small and frail
To discover Magic can be seen
And the hope of spring prevail
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Starry Night
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Posted:Dec 21, 2011 9:57 pm
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2012 11:37 am 3531 Views
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A glass of wine
A starlit night
A heaven divine
Meant to delight
For in this moment
Realizing, I am here
Blackens each entitlement
Twinkles each sphere
The mind plays the game
or sees the reality?
It's all the same
Perceptions that can be
I choose not
To be artificial
life is a longshot
And I am special
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