But the door closed so quickly and I was too
late...
I've seen others pass through.
To get through these gates- What am I to do?
Where is this place that i hear of?
This place where we all find true love...
Am I perhaps looking too soon?
Seems my days have been filled with gloom...
Maybe I shouldn't be looking at all,
But, who will catch me when I fall?
Ah~ Then my prince charming will arrive!
And carry me through the gates of Love...
No, that wouldn't be true love my dear...
What if I don't find it at all, I fear?
Where is this place that I hear of?
Please, open the gates and let me feel your
love...
I May Never See Tomorrow
Author Unknown
I may never see tomorrow, there's no written
guarantee,
And things that happened yesterday belong
to history.
I can't predict the future, I can't change
the past,
I have just the present moments to treat as
my last.
I must use this moment wisely, for soon it
will pass away,
And be lost forever as a part of yesterday.
I must exercise compassion, help the fallen
to their feet,
Be a friend unto the friendless, make their
life complete.
The unkind things I do today, may never be
undone,
And friendships that I fail to win, may never
more be won.
I may not have another chance, on bended knees
to pray,
And I thank God with a humble heart for giving
me this day.
Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening
Author - Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know
His House is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep
This following poems were written by Odie.
A very ambitious, talented young man I have
had the pleasure of knowing.
The Ballet
Matt Westover (odie) 1997
From afar, a sweet ballet
playing through the dances
of trees swaying
their branches
in the cool breeze...
And all is silent.
the sweet scent of jasmine
and the soft rain
beating down about me..
I sit beneath this small tree.
Thinking of my love,
in a far away land.
My love, that I have not seen,
but only heard in my silent dreams.
My solemn eyes fix upon
a flower in the midst
of blooming trees,
and I wonder if I might
find it ever again.
but, to have seen it just this once...
with the silent rain,
and a silent moon,
high above me.
Whispering.. sweet songs to my heart.
Skies
Matt Westover (odie) 1997
The black skies, staring back..
Scattering my thoughts amongst...
The open worlds above...
In all humbility and smiles.
You stand by, and watch my eyes...
move throughout the sky,
as trailing comets go by.
My love, indeed, my true love.
Our day is upon us.
Together, within the arms of all lore,
it was meant to be.
Watch this sky, and dream of me.
Through out the drifts of crumbling thoughts...
my emotions only take my body as whole.
In all things, I am yours.
The thought disappears within concious dreams,
of your beauty, and a tale..
The tale of two.
The tale of a love. C'est fine
This was written by another special friend,
who unfortunately is no longer here. But I wanted to share his work.
Sarah
These eyes look deep to search that soul,
Be careful now, what can unfold.
That life, so dear has lived with pain,
Yet silence hides what life maintains.
That vibrant one, she sheds her light,
They flock to her, as well they might.
She serves with love, she troubles none,
She takes abuse, from those not won.
Why then , when told her beauty shines,
She turns her head, rebukes those lines?
My eyes don't lie, her soul revealed,
Her beauty's there, my lips unsealed
The following two poems were written my by
friend Marie.
She is the mother of two adopted sons and
the first one is a reflection of her thoughts on being a parent.
The second one is vanity on my part for she
wrote it for me :)
Thanks Marie
What is a Parent?
written by Marie
A child is born and sees the world beginning
anew,
Does this act, make a brand new parent of
you?
Or is the day to day ordinary things lovingly
done,
That makes her your daughter or him your son?
A dream is dreamed of a child to hold sent
from above,
Time is spent wrapped in arms all filling
with love,
The dream begins to dim and hope begins to
wav and ebb,
Will there ever be a child you need to complete
the web?
A child aat last is placed within your home
and heart,
A love affair containing three begins to have
it's start,
Are you a Parent because you gave birth to
this delight?
Or because you walked the floors sometimes
all night?
And when the baby cried and you ran down the
hall,
Picking it up and cuddling this human so tiny,
so small,
You worry all that first yeart and sleep becomes
so rare,
As you gaze into it's eyes so pure, so much
beyond compare.
Are you a Parent without experiencing all
these things,
Through all those winters, falls, summers
and springs?
Without kissing it's booboos, or combing it's
beautiful hair,
Or opening the closet, to help choose the
clothes to wear?
And seeing the school plays, the dressing
for the prom night,
Staring with such pride and joy at this thrilling
sight,
Your child is almost grown and became the
person you see,
Well, all the aboe, made a parent such as
you, such as me.
A parent is with you and for you and always
puts you ahead,
From early day rising to late night tucking
you into your bed,
A parent is always your best friend, your
strength, your love,
A parent watches you on earth, while He watches
from above.
ABBY
written by Marie
She was found on the internet
one day,
I have so happy, she happened my way,
she brings laughter and joy in her hand,
To women and children and fellow man.
She is a person of great courage and fortitude,
Even in pain, she tries to smile and never
is rude,
She is a person who leads by doing and trying,
Even in pain, she is not one for sighing and
crying.
and so, I feel God was very kind the day,
He allowed me to meet her and so let me say,
Abby, you are one of the people who make me
smile,
walk with me, talk with me...for a long long
while.
Winter Poem
William Dubberley -Dragonlord
This poem was written by Dragonlord and I
used it on my very first web page,
way back when, so it is very special to me
Thick is the white blanket that covers the
ground,
pure and untouched by mornings first light.
Smoke from the chimneys billow and plumb rising
high in the cold winter sky.
The smell of fresh biscuits, bacon and eggs
wake the children
from their dreams of adventure, as even their
parents begin
to arise to the smell of coffee and the sound
of it perking.
The cracking of crisping bacon, the sway of
grandma's hips as she stirred the eggs.
Even the butter glistening off the tops of
her biscuits
made grandma's kitchen warm and inviting .
Each plate was cleaned not one morsel left
and
the children ran out in to the snow to play.
Parents hold each other at the back screen
door, sipping their coffee
and remembering when the too were young.
Snow angles where scratched out with laughter
and snow men with glee.
Then the fort must be built ammunition gathered
for the grand battle to come.
Then before you knew it the lunch bell rang
signaling a break in the day.
For once more had grandma gave her love and
cooked for those in her care.
The smell of bread loaves baking in the oven,
pies cooling on the window,
each contained the gift of her heart for each
were prepared with love.
With the bread went soup filed with chicken
and rice and a garden of vegetables too,
to give them all the warmth inside to brave
the cold winter snow.
Then as quick as a wink the children went
back,
for the time for the battle is near but little
did the young ones know
but the parents had found their hearts were
still young.
And from ambush the child found themselves
covered in snow
and laughing were the parents foolishly thinking
that they had won.
When with devilish smiles the children joined
as one
with out hesitation the children opened fire
the parents could only duck for unlike the
children they had no hidden stash.
Soon the parents remember things that the
had to do
and quickly left the children to have fun
and quickly escaped to the door,
but with a wicked gleam one boy got the final
shot.
Well with the day done and the light fading
fast the dinner bell began to ring.
And children and parents alike came running
quick
stopping to form a line to wash up for dinner.
Then one by one they each filed in to the
wondrous sight for them to behold
for the feast was on the table was love itself,
a magical thing indeed.
There was turkey and ham and a casseroles
too, salads, weet pickles and jello molds there was bread loaves and rolls
and vegetables of all color,
but if that was not enough there were four
different pies as well.
When it was all over and the plates were all
cleaned
and the fireplace had a fire blazing high,
we have hot cocoa and coffee and relax,
pants unbuttoned to give more room, as grandfather
feel asleep.
Those were things the child remembered now
that he was in the winter of life
and those were the memories that gave him
a warm smile,
as he fell asleep for the very last time.
FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES
Author Unknown
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly
means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms
in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit
in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our
foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the
same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't
know
But some of these friendships, will flourish
and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been
told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were
blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a
bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone
to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone
we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we
can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little
names.
The following poem was written by DonT another
special friend from the Rebels channel. Don's one person with his head
screwed on right, he knows where he's been, where he's at and where he
is going, maybe not in that order <hehehe>especially when Marigold`
and I keep him up half the night chatting on Rebels, but he's got it all
together. I am truly glad that our paths happened to cross one night and
this talented, sensitive, witty, intelligent man became my friend.
Don sent me this poem one day and asked me
what I thought of it, like I am a poet critic all of a sudden <G>.
As I read it I became overwhelmed, for I had never seen the written word
capture the meaning of true love as Don has done in this poem. I knew I
wanted to put it here for all to read and enjoy, and Don being the generous
person he is consented.
Thank you, Don, for this wonderful poem from
the heart
and most of all for being a special friend.
Finding True Love
by DonT
You can say it with a flower, or convey your
message with prose.
By copying from a book of poems or purchasing
a rose.
But nothing is as convincing right from the
very start
as telling of your feelings directly from
your heart.
You can give a box of chocolates or jeweled
trinkets that adorn
but unless there are feelings from deep inside
the spark is never born.
Placing the wants and desires of your partner
high above those of yours
is the first step of creating a relationship
that truly can endure.
Having a lover, a partner is far more than
a sexual game
they're not there just for pleasure they have
a soul, a heart, and a name.
Before diving under the covers following animal
instincts try to detect
if you have bullied your way to get there
or earned it by showing respect.
A true relationship can only prevail if the
two partners are in total accord
there is nothing more precious in life than
being adored by the one you adore.
Finding that special someone can be a long
and difficult feat.
But as soon as you do you'll know deep inside
'cause that feeling's a two way street.
Friends
author Unknown
A good friend knows what you need before you
ask.
Friends aren't blind to your faults -- but
they can see beyond them.
A letter from a friend can make your day.
A friend will laugh at your jokes no matter
how many times you repeat them.
A friend remembers the way you were, but won't
insist you stay that way.
A friend never asks, "What did you do
to your hair?"
A friend won't hang up on your answering machine,
or when you put them on hold.
A friend won't tell you how to drive, no matter
how white your knuckles get.
Friends love to give you surprise parties
-- even when you know what they're up to.
A friend is the only person who can make you
laugh after a broken romance.
Eating out with a friend takes at least three
hours.
Friends can be more patient with your kids
than you can.
Friends know there is no such thing as constructive
criticism.
Friends aren't interested in you're excuses
-- they're interested in you.
There is no bigger grin than that of a friend
with good news.
When you ask a friend where they want to go
to dinner...
they'll choose your favorite restaurant.
A friend knows where your panic button is,
but never pushes it.
Friends can tell the truth without hurting
you.
Friends take very good care of your hopes
and dreams.
A friend remembers your pet peeves...
your favorite colors...
the songs you like...
and ignores the times you forgot to remember
his/hers.
A vacation with a friend is not only more
fun, but also less money.
Friends can turn arguments into laughter.
When you have doubts about yourself, call
your friends,
because they'll have confidence in you.
Nothing hurts as much as hurting your friend...
nothing heals as much as being forgiven by
your friend.
When a friend moves away, part of your history
goes with them.
Seeing an old friend makes you feel whole.
With old friends you can remember your youth
without trying to recapture it.
Friends are the best part of ourselves
This is a original work by MarieH, one of the
Rebels channel members and a dear friend. I said to Marie, "I
need a poem for my website", knowing she writes so many lovely ones.
Instead of giving me something she had previously written she wrote this
one especially for the debut of this page.
After reading this you'll see just how talented
she is. She writes from her heart, always. If you ever have the pleasure
of talking to her you'd never know she has this wonderful side, for she
is just a fun loving person who will do about anything online to get a
laugh. I'll never forget the day I met her, we had so much fun goofing
off, and she endeared herself to me forever, with her quick wit and fun
loving ways.
Thank you Marie, for the poem and for being
you.
CYBERSPACE
by MarieH
In this life as we walk thru time and space
we hope to find,
others who think as we think, feel as we feel,
similar in kind,
people who reach into our beings and talk
to our very souls,
people we treat tenderly, as slowly before
our eyes, their soul unfolds.
Finding people like this as we walk in time
and in space,
becomes so very much easier in this new cyberplace,
not of the earth, not of the heavens, but
fast becomes a part,
of our very lives and lives within the happiness
of our heart.
People, you and me, from different places
come into view,
sharing our dreams and thoughts and all the
things we do,
friendships form in cyberspace, some even
found love there,
it is cyberspace, yet as real as the clothing
we wear.
A world outside the world of moon and sun
and stars aglow,
occupied by myriads of peoples, different
as flakes of snow,
no mountains nor rivers, only ideas, feelings
and dreams,
can enter into this fantasyland of open hearts
it seems.
Welcome to all who enter with hearts of truth
and love,
welcome to all looking for a place not of
earth, but above,
like millions of angels fit on the head of
a pin....so it is here,
A
Poem
