~People and Friends~
People need people
and friends need friends
And we all need love
for a full life depends
not on vast riches or great acclaims
not on success or working fame
But just in knowing that someone cares
and holds us close in their thoughts and prayers
For life's completeness and richness depend
on the things we share
with our loved ones and friends.
FRIENDSHIP
Friendship is a priceless gift
That cannot be bought or sold
But its value is far greater
Than a mountain made of gold -
For gold is cold and lifeless
It can neither see or hear
And in time of trouble
It is powerless to cheer
It has no ears to listen
No heart to understand
It cannot bring you comfort
Or reach out a helping hand -
So when you ask God for a gift
Be thankful if he sends
Not diamonds, pearls, or riches
But the love of REAL TRUE
FRIENDS
Author Unknown
These poems were sent to me by a internet friend whom did
not want to be recognized. Thank you my friend.....
I was out a plantin' just the other day
Next to me I was smellin a field of new mowed hay.
"Neath of me the soil, I've worked for many years
Over me the sky, filled with joy and fears.
Joy from the sun and the ever needed rain.
Fear from the storms, that cause so many pain.
Ponderin' and a thinkin', of how much we really owe
To God for taking care of all of us below.
by Terry Hobbs
There was a lady named Karen
her husband she didn't mind sharin'.
He went out at night
Came home at daylight,
Hose and hi-heels a wearin'.
by me too ( you knew I had to have something goofy too!)
A Friend Like You
Author Unknown
There's lots of things
With which I'm blessed,
My problems have been few,
But of all, this one's the best:
To have a friend like you.
In times of trouble
Friends will say,
"Just ask, I'll help you through it."
But you don't wait for me to ask,
You just get up and do it!
And I can think
of nothing more
That I could wisely do,
Than know a friend,
And be a friend,
And have a friend like you.
TRUE FRIENDS
The true friends who we meet online
are a very special kind
They pierce your shields and see within
the corners of your mind
They're always there when you're in need
with their power to discern
They feel your pain...........
they offer hope and genuine concern
We bare our souls, expose our hearts
and show our inner fears
and then before you know it
the keyboard's stained with tears
And if we could see them through that screen
then no one could deny that to be a TRUE online friend
they too must surely cry.
Author Unknown
~Don't Tell Me~
Dont tell me you love me,
then leave me to die...
Don't say you wont hurt me
then leave me to cry....
Dont ever tell me
I'm all that you need,
then lead me, deceive me,
and let my heart bleed.
You did all these things
without feeling regret,
I'm left with just guesses
of what will come next.
The hurt that you cause me
will leave such a void
and nothing but memories
of love gone away.
I asked nothing of you
the time that we had
and you chose to love me
then leave me to die.
You chose to hurt me
and leave me to cry.
You told me your secrets
then told me your lies
You loved me, deceived me,
and bled my heart dry.
Author...Debbie M.
THE ANT AND THE GRASSHOPPER
~The Original Legend~
An ant and a grasshopper live in the same field. During summer, the ant works
day and night, bringing in supplies for the winter, and he prepares his home to
keep him during the cold months ahead.
Meanwhile, the grasshopper hops and sings, eats all the grass he wants,
and procreates. Come winter, the grass dies and it is bitterly cold.
The ant is well fed and warm in his house, but the grasshopper has
not prepared for winter, so he dies, leaving a whole hoard of little
grasshoppers without food or shelter.
The moral of the story is that one should take care of oneself.
The African Version
The first part is the same, but because it happens in South Africa there
are a few complications.
The grasshopper has a large family, from many
unwed "wives". The starving, shivvering offspring of the grasshopper
demand to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed,while in
the next patch they are living in terrible conditions without food or proper
clothing. A TV crew shows up and broadcasts footage of poor grasshoppers, and
very young "street-grasshoppers" begging outside ant-owned food stores,
and contrasting this with footage of the ant, snug in his comfortable home
with a pantry full of food.
The public is stunned, even across several other fields far away. How can it be,
in this beautiful field, that the poor grasshoppers are allowed to suffer so,
while the ant lives in the lap of luxury?. In the blink of an eye AGU(African
Grasshoppers Union) is formed. They charge the ant with "special bias" and
claim of an eye AGUvictims of 30 million years of oppression. They stage a
protest in front of the ant's house, and trash the street. They trash the
higher education institutions that the ant has set up over many years,
and smash furniture
and set fire to things. The TV crew interviews them,
and they all state that if their demands are not met they will be
forcedinto a life of crime. Just for practice, they loot the TV crew's luggage
and hijack their van. The TRC (Take and Redistribute Commission) justifies their
behaviour by saying that ants is the legacy of the ant's discrimination towards the
oppression of the grasshoppers. They demand that the ant apologises
to the grasshoppers for what he has done, and that he makes amends for all the
other ants in history who have done the same thing to the grasshoppers.
PAGAD (People Against Grasshopper Abuse and Distress)i state that they are
starting a holy war against ants.
The President appears on the eight o'clock news and says that he will do
everything he can for the grasshoppers who have been denied the prosperity
they deserve
by those who have benefited unfairly during the
summer. The government drafts the EEGAD (Economic Equity for Greens and
Disadvantaged) Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The
ant is fined for failing to employ a proportionate number of disadvantaged
green insects, and having nothing left to pay his back-taxes, his home is
confiscated by the RDP(Reverse Discrimination Programme)
department of the government.
The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing his food, harvested by the ant,
while the government house he's in (which just happens to be the ant's old house)
crumbles around him because he does not know how to maintain it. Showing on
the TV(which he and a couple of fellow grasshoppers stole from another
ant one night)the
President is standing before a group of wildly
singing and dancing grasshoppers announcing that a new era of"equality"
has dawned on the field. The ant, meanwhile, is not allowed to work because
he has historically benefited from the field. In his place, ten
grasshoppers work only two hours a day, shuffling blades of grass from one
place to another, and stealing half of what they do manage to harvest.
When winter comes around again and not enough food has been harvested,
the grasshoppers strike
and demand a 150 percent increase in their
wages so that they can buy more food, which now has to be imported because the
grasshoppers are not productive enough to produce enough food. And those
who are not working, demand of the government that jobs be created for them.
The ant packs his remaining possessions and emigrates to another field, where he
starts a highly successful and lucrative export business and becomes
a millionaire selling food to the field from where he came, and getting
paid by foreign aid from other ant-managed fields.
The moral of this story? Hmmmmmmmmmmmm
Author Unknown
Sent to me by Gavin Hoole
my net friend from South Africa
Have you ever...
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round,
or listened to rain slapping the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight,
or gazed at the sun fading into the night?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly,
When you ask "How are you?" do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast, time is short,
the music won't last.
Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow,
and in your haste not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die,
'
cause you never had time to call and say "hi"?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
it's like an unopened gift thrown away.
Life is not a race, so take it slower,
hear the music before the song is over.
--AuthorUnknown
Blizzard
Friends meet, but cannot speak.
A strange fury has come between them,
Leaving them breathless and without speech.
The world around them is speed, light, and darkness,
All shoved at them with the sting of it's fullness.
The whole world is moving, blinding softness, laden
With hidden dangers. Cold is the feeling that prevails
Over this vast land. But for the warmth within, all is lost.
Nolan L. Julian
1973
PLease let my friend know what you thought of his poem.
Nolan.
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please let me know...thanks.
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