Thursday, November 18, 2010


She can deal with stress and carry heavy burdens. She smiles when she feels like screaming & she sings when she feels like crying. She cries when she's happy & laughs when she's afraid. Her love is unconditional. There's only one thing wrong with her. She forgets what she's worth


What would I do without you,My precious,furry friend?...Part mischief,but all blessing,and faithful to the end! I think God knew how comforting your warm,soft fur would be.I know you think you're human,but i'm glad it isn't true...the world would be so much nicer if folks were more like you! A few short years are all we have; One day we'll have to part...but you,my pet,will always have a place within my heart♥

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Theres a new world..(written by Brenda Moultrie) 5/04

This is a song I made up while holding my 4 month old grandson Dallas on my chest ..we would do this for hours at a time..we would fall asleep for hours ..I still sing to him and he is 6 years and 10 months old...
There's a new world somewhere, they call the 7th sun
and if you ever go there, tell them you're the one..
You're the one that makes me happy, you're the one that brings me joy.
then you tell them that you are my baby boy...
My baby boy, My baby boy

then you tell them that you are my baby boy..then you tell them that you are , you are my shining star .then you tell them that you are my baby boy..
my grandaughter Dellaney (Dallas's 5 year old sister) would want me to re-dol the song and put in girl and boy ...I do when I'm singing it to both of them....

Thursday, October 21, 2010

What is reincarnation??

What is reincarnation? The Cowpoke asked his friend
His pal replied it happens when your life has reached its end
They comb your hair and wash your neck and clean your fingernails
And lay you in a padded box away from life's travails
And the bo...x then goes in a hole that's been dug in the ground
And reincarnation starts in when you're planted neath the mound
Then clods melt down, just like the box, and you who is inside
And then you're just beginning on your transformation ride
Meanwhile the grass will grow upon your rendered mound
And soon upon your lonely grave a single flower is found
And then a horse will wonder by and graze upon flower
That once was you and now become your vegetated bower
The posie that the horse done eat along with his other feed
Makes bone and fat and muscle essential to the steed
But some is left that he can't use and so it passes thru
And finally lays upon the ground this thing that once was you
And say by chance I wanders by, and sees this on the ground
And I ponders and wonders at this object that I've found
And I thinks of reincarnation and life and death and such
And I come away concluding you ain't changed all that much.See More

Promise yourself by Christian D Larson

Promise yourself to be strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel like there is something in them.

To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.

To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and expect only the best.

To be just enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living person you meet a smile.

To give so much time to improving yourself that you have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, and too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble…

I wish I had a magic wand...

I wish I had a magic wand
To make it go away;
I’d wave my scepter over you
Until you were okay.

I’d think good thoughts; I’d send you love;
I’d transmit healing vibes;
My wand and I would surely beat
Whatever the doc prescribes.

But there is no magic scepter, so
I cannot cast a spell;
Just know you’re often in my thoughts,
And I hope you’ll soon be well!

By Joanna Fuchs

may there always be work for your hands to do

May there alwyas be work for your hands to do;

May your purse always hold a coin or two;

May the sun always shine on your window pane;

May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;

May the hand of a friend always be near you;

May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

To laugh is to risk appearing a fool, to weep is to risk appearing sentimental, to reach out for another is to risk involvement, To expose feelings is to risk exposing yourself, To love is to risk not being loved in return, To live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure...and people who rish nothing, do nothing have nothing..YOu may avoid suffering and sorrow, but you simply cannot learn, feel change, grow or love...


A million times I needed you .. A million times I cried
If love alone could have saved you , you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly, In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place that nobody could ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you , but you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you the day God took you home...


I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
...From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?


One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people...He said "My son the battle is between two wolves inside us all...One is is anger, envy, jealousy , sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-p...i...ty, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego...
one is is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benovolance, empathy, generosity,truth, compassion and faith..The grandson thought for a minute and then asked his grandfather "Which wolf wins?"...The old cherokee simply replied, "the one you feed!"

Saturday, June 12, 2010

THE HOUSE THAT BUILT ME by Miranda Lambert

I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But those hand prints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know that under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

You leave home,you move on,you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Never found the time...

I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work, For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer, And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done, My soul could rest at ease..
All day long I had no time To spread a word of cheer
No time to speak of Christ to friends, They’d laugh at me I’d fear.
No time, no time, too much to do, That was my constant cry
No time to give to souls in need But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord. I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said “Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down…But never found the time.”

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

It is easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song..
but the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong..
For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with years
and the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines thru the tears...
If yellow roses grow in Heaven, Lord, please pick a bunch for me
Place them in my dads arms and tell him they're from me..
Tell him that I love and miss him , and when he turns to smile
Place a kiss upon his cheek and hold him for awhile..
Because remembering him is easy , I do it every day
there's an ache within my heart that will never go away!!

MOTHERS COVER (Dona Maddox Cooper)

When you were small and just a touch away
I covered you with blankets against the cool night air
But now that you are tall and out of reach
I fold my hands and cover you with prayer.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010


Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer’s day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the strangers that you’ve met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they’re not listening still.
Perhaps they never will


Drop your silver in my tambourine.
Help a poor man fill his pretty dream.
Give me pennies, I’ll take anything.
Now listen while I play my green tambourine.

Watch the jingle jangle start to shine,
Reflections of the music that is mine.
When you toss a coin, you’ll hear it sing.
Now listen while I play my green tambourine.

Drop a dime before I walk away.
Any song you want, I’ll gladly play.
Money feeds my music machine.
Now listen while I play my green tambourine.

YELLOW SUBMARINE by the Beatles...

In the town where I was born,
Lived a man who sailed to sea,
And he told us of his life,
In the land of submarines,

So we sailed on to the sun,
Till we found the sea green,
And we lived beneath the waves,
In our yellow submarine,

We all live in yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live in yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine.

And our friends are all aboard,
Many more of them live next door,
And the band begins to play.

(Trumpets play)

We all live in yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live in yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine.

(Full speed ahead, Mr. Barkley, full speed ahead!
Full speed over here, sir!
All together! All together!
Aye, aye, sir, fire!
Captain! Captain!)

As we live a life of ease(life of ease)
Every one of us(every one of us) has all we need,(has all we need)
Sky of blue,(sky of blue) and sea green,(sea of green)
In our yellow(In our yellow) submarine.(submarine) ( Haha! )

We all live in yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live in yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine.


We all live in yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live in yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine.

RAINBOW COLORS by Sharon MacDonald

A rainbow of colors,
In the light, after rain.
There are seven of them,
And, each one has a name.

Red is the first
Rainbow color in the sky.
Orange is next
Like jack-o-lantern pie.

Yellow is the third,
Lemons come to mind.
Color four is green,
Think of grassy hills to climb

Blue is color five,
Like the water in a lake
The sixth is indigo
Blue-gray blends that you can make.

Violet is the color
Of the last rainbow band.
Violet is flowery;
Like the pedals in your hand.

So, wave your arms above you
Cast your colors high
And, try to make a rainbow
Across a cloudy sky

COLOR OF THE EARTH by Charlene Russ

It is known well the feeling of sadness
as the soft gray dusk wraps its arms
around the green and brown earth,
feeling the pangs of separation
from the glowing orange sun and finally seeking solace,

Yet there is a feeling of joy
across the seas when the sun and sky
gently meet the turquoise waters..

Even more vivid and brighter a mood is when,

The sun arose,
leaving the embrace of the turquoise waters
to ambitiously kiss the azure skies…
rising ever higher,
allowing the oaks and aspen to happily dance
in her golden aura.

Rising ever higher,
she never remains yet always returns with exuberance.

In her departure she leaves her beautiful sister,
the silver orb of the moon to watch over and comfort
the dark and sorrowful shining seas and dusky earth

~ Charlene Russ
As time goes on
I realize
Just what you mean
To me
And now
Now that you’re near
Promise your love
That I’ve waited to share
And dreams
Of our moments together
Color my world with hope of loving you.



I’m learning all my colors,
I’m really very smart.
I put the colors in my head,
I know them all by heart.

I’m spelling all my numbers,
It’s easy as can be.
And if I spell them all for you,
Then you’ll be smart like me!

(from a kindergarten teacher’s lesson)


What are the colors of life?
Could be black for the endless strife.
Red symbolizes the color of the heart,
Where cupid strikes with his tameless dart.
The sky may be blue, maybe gray,
Shows how life can change day by day.
Yellow in sunlight & spring flowers,
I bask in them, hour upon hour.
Green as the emerald sea,
Brings peace of mind & tranquility.
Angels with wings of white,
Lift me off my feet to flight.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING..(not written by me)

When you thought I wasn’t looking

Author: Unknown

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,
and I wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw you feed a stray cat,
and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw you make my favorite cake for me,
and I knew that little things are special things.

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I heard you say a prayer,
and I believed that there was a God to talk to.

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I felt you kiss me goodnight,
and I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw tears come from your eyes,
and I learned that sometimes things hurt,
but it’s alright to cry.

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw that you cared,
and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I looked….
and I wanted to say thanks for all the things
I saw when you thought I wasn’t looking.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


The Little Plant

In the heart of a seed,
Buried deep so deep,
A tiny plant
Lay fast asleep.
“Wake,” said the sunshine,
“And creep to the light.”
“Wake,” said the voice
Of the raindrops bright.
The little plant heard
And it rose to see,
What the wonderful,
Outside world might be.

Little Brown Seeds

Little brown seeds so small and round,
Are sleeping quietly under ground.
Down come the raindrops
sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle.
Out comes the rainbow,
twinkle, twinkle, twinkle.
Little brown seeds way down below,
Up through the earth they grow, grow, grow.
Little green leaves come one by one.
They hold up their heads and look at the sun.

One Vast Garden

“I find one vast garden spread out all over the universe.

All plants, all human beings, all higher mind bodies

are about in this garden in various ways ,

each has his own uniqueness and beauty.

Their presence and variety give me great delight.

Every one of you adds with his special feature to the glory of the garden."

By: Sri Ananandamayi Ma

A little seed for me to sow
A little earth to make it grow
A little hole, a little pat,
A little wish, and that is that,
A little sun, a little shower.
A little while – And then, a flower!

In the corner of his garden, there’s a patch he used to keep
All to himself, to allow nature to creep
There are no trimmed edges
or prim, proper hedges
He left his earth still and alone
Allowed the forces of nature to roam
He said that you don’t always have to be tidy and neat
Just watch the beauty of opportunity grow at your feet
He said just watch the earth produce its own glory
And I watched…and held on to his story
My grandad was right
Add water and light
Behold the sight
There are poppies and flowering weeds
Buttercups and oat coloured reeds
Daisies gingerly lift their heads
Dandelions roar from muddy beds
Purple thistles and strange grasses
Colours that alight and ignite masses
Dark ferns and heathers
Dandelion clock feathers
Birds foot trefoil, a four leafed clover
My grandad’s story is not over
He may have gone, I may have cried
But the beauty he predicted never died

Though I do not believe
that a plant will spring up
where no seed has been,
I have great faith in a seed.

Convince me that you have a seed there,
and I am prepared to expect wonders.

~ Henry David Thoreau

A Friend

A friend is like a shade tree
Beside a summer way.

A friend is like the sunshine
That makes a perfect day.

A friend is like a flower
That’s worn close to the heart.

A friend is like a treasure
With which one will not part.

If I Could…

If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
And share with you its beauty
On the days you’re feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own
A place to find serenity
A place to be alone.

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea
But all these things I’m finding
Are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair
But let me be what I know best:
A friend that’s always there.

by Sandra Lewis Pringle

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

by Dylan Thomas

THE HEART ASKS by Emily Dickinson

The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain;
And then those little anodynes
That deaden suffering,

And then to go to sleep
And then, if it should be,
The will of its Inquisitor
The liberty to die!

MISSING YOU..BY Valerie Ordaz

I never really loved you,
but I know that you loved me.
You always used to tell me,
but my love for you I could not see.

You wasted all your time,
and I don’t know what for.
I told you it was over,
and I walked out the door.

As I was walking down the street,
I felt something so wierd.
I felt a feeling so intense,
it was something that I feared.

I stopped and took a look around,
and nobody was there,
so I just took the liberty
to ask someone who cared.

So I looked for my angel,
and looked straight up above,
and there it was telling me
that this feeling so intense was called love.

He told me to take care of it,
and hold on to it very tight.
For this was just the feeling
that I had learned to fight.

He told me to go back,
to heal his broken heart,
and tell him that this sweet love
will never fall apart.

As soon as I got there,
nobody was home.
So I knocked a few more times,
and thought he was alone.

Everything was open,
so I walked through the door,
and saw him and a note,
lying on the floor.

It said he couldn’t go on,
that he was really scared,
that all his love had gone to waste,
that it had just been torn.

I threw myself on top of him,
and told him to wake up.
For I had just discovered,
something that was called LOVE.

That I had always loved him,
but I just never knew.
That all the time he told me,
I felt the same way too!

But I guess I got there too late
to tell him what I felt.
I knew that this would happen,
but I just didn’t know how.

My heart has been torn up,
I don’t know what to do.
To continue with my life,
or do the same thing too.

You left me all alone
with this love I feel for you.
But I know we will finish this,
cause this love was made for two!

This is sooooo sad!

Monday, March 15, 2010


I read of a reverend who stood to speak
at the funeral of his friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning…to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth,
and now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own;
the cars, the house, the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard,
are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left.
(You could be at “dash mid-range.”)

If we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real,
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger,
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect,
and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy is being read
with your life’s actions to rehash…
would you be pleased with the things they say
about how you spent your dash?


Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading 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’d 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’d 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 is like an unopened gift….
Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

Sunday, March 14, 2010


On the first day, God created the dog and said:

‘Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.’

The dog said: ’That’s a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I’ll give you back the other ten?’

So God agreed.

On the second day, God created the monkey and said:

‘Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I’ll give you a twenty-year life span.’

The monkey said: ‘Monkey tricks for twenty years? That’s a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog did?’

And God agreed.

On the third day, God created the cow and said:

‘You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer’s family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years.’

The cow said: ’That’s kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years… How about twenty and I’ll give back the other forty?’

And God agreed again.

On the fourth day, God created humans and said:

‘Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I’ll give you twenty years.’

But the human said: ‘Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?’

‘Okay,’ said God, ‘You asked for it.’

So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren. And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.

Life has now been explained to you.


You are young if you:

Have turned loose of yesterday.
Enjoy today.
Anticipate tomorrow.
Look up when knocked down.
Feel there is much to learn.
Are ambitious.
Have no wrinkles on the heart.
Feel young.


If you have left your dreams behind,
If hope is cold,
If you no longer look ahead,
If your ambition’s fires are dead,

Then you are old.


Thursday, March 11, 2010


When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away. ♪ ♫


Women have strengths that amaze men.....

They bear hardships and they carry burdens,

but they hold happiness, love and joy.

They smile when they want to scream.

They sing when they want to cry.

They cry when they are happy

and laugh when they are nervous.

They fight for what they believe in..

They stand up to injustice.

They don't take "no" for an answer

when they believe there is a better solution.

They go without so their family can have.

They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.

They love unconditionally.

They cry when their children excel

and cheer when their friends get awards.

They are happy when they hear about

a birth or a wedding.

Their hearts break when a friend dies.

They grieve at the loss of a family member,

yet they are strong when they

think there is no strength left.

They know that a hug and a kiss

can heal a broken heart.

Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.

They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you

to show how much they care about you.

The heart of a woman is what

makes the world keep turning.

They bring joy, hope and love.

They have compassion and ideas.

They give moral support to their

family and friends.

Women have vital things to say

and everything to give.



Thursday, March 4, 2010


If you think you are beaten, you are
If you think you dare not, you don’t
If you’d like to win,but think you can’t
It is almost a cinch you won’t
If you think you’ll lose…you’re lost
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a persons will
Its all in a state of mind
Lifes battles don’t always go
to the stronger or faster hand
But sooner or later..the person who wins
Is the one whos thinks “I can”

Wednesday, March 3, 2010


1. Your thumb is nearest you. So begin your prayers by praying for those closest to you. They are the easiest to remember. To pray for our loved ones is, as C. S. Lewis once said, a “sweet duty.”

2. The next finger is the pointing finger. Pray for those who teach, instruct and heal. This includes teachers, doctors, and ministers. They need support and wisdom in pointing others in the right direction. Keep them in your prayers…

3. The next finger is the tallest finger. It reminds us of our leaders. Pray for the president no matter how you voted, leaders in business and industry, and administrators. These people shape our nation and guide public opinion. They need God’s guidance.

4. The fourth finger is our ring finger. Surprising to many is the fact that this is our weakest finger, as any piano teacher will testify. It should remind us to pray for those who are weak, in trouble or in pain. They need your prayers day and night. You cannot pray too much for them.

5.. And lastly comes our little finger – the smallest finger of all which is where we should place ourselves in relation to God and others. As the Bible says, “The least shall be the greatest among you.” Your pinkie should remind you to pray for yourself. By the time you have prayed for the other four groups, your own needs will be put into proper perspective and you will be able to pray for yourself more effectively.
May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!

May your joys be as bright as the morning,

And your sorrows merely be shadows that fade,

In the sunlight of love.

May you have enough

happiness to keep you sweet.

Enough trials to keep you strong.

Enough sorrows to keep you human.

Enough hope to keep you happy.

Enough failure to keep you humble.

Enough success to keep you eager.

Enough friends to give you comfort.

Enough faith and courage in yourself to banish sadness.

Enough wealth to meet your needs.

And one thing more: enough

determination to make each day a more wonderful day

than the day before.

Monday, March 1, 2010


When March comes in like a lion, it goes out like a lamb’ goes the old folklore saying‥The reverse, however, is also true, and the saying continues: ‘When March comes in like a lamb, it goes out like a lion,’ which does not bode well for us this year.

“The afternoon is bright,
with spring in the air,
a mild March afternoon,
with the breath of April stirring,
I am alone in the quiet patio
looking for some old untried illusion -
some shadow on the whiteness of the wall
some memory asleep
on the stone rim of the fountain,
perhaps in the air
the light swish of some trailing gown

“March is the month of expectation,
The things we do not know

“Ere frost-flower and snow-blossom faded and fell,
and the splendor of winter had passed out of sight,
The ways of the woodlands were fairer and stranger
than dreams that fulfill us in sleep with delight;
The breath of the mouths of the winds had hardened on tree-tops
and branches that glittered and swayed
Such wonders and glories of blossom like snow
or of frost that outlightens all flowers till it fade
That the sea was not lovelier than here was the land,
nor the night than the day, nor the day than the night,
Nor the winter sublimer with storm than the spring:
such mirth had the madness and might in thee made,
March, master of winds, bright minstrel and marshal of storms
that enkindle the season they smite.”
- Algernon C. Swinburne, March: An Ode

“A light exists in Spring
Not present in the year
at any other period
When March is scarcely here.”
- Emily Dickinson

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer
in the light, and winter in the shade.”
- Charles Dickens

Springtime is the land awakening.
The March winds are the morning yawn.”
- Lewis Grizzard, Kathy Sue Loudermilk, I Love You

That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty.”
- William Shakespeare

“Winds of March, we welcome you,
There is work for you to do.
Work and play and blow all day,
Blow the Winter wind away

“March bustles in on windy feet
And sweeps my doorstep and my street.
She washes and cleans with pounding rains,
Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
She shakes the grime from carpet green
Till naught but fresh new blades are seen.
Then, house in order, all neat as a pin,
She ushers gentle springtime in.”
- Susan Reiner, Spring Cleaning

“March! March! March! They are coming
In troops to the tune of the wind.
Redheaded woodpeckers drumming,
Gold – crested thrushes behind;
Sparrows in brown jackets, hopping
Past every gateway and door;
Finches, with crimson caps, stopping
Just where they stopped before.
March! March! March! They are slipping
Into their places at last. . .
Literature white lily buds, dripping
Under the showers that fall fast;
Buttercups, violets, roses;
Snowdrop and bluebell and pink,
Throng upon throng of sweet posies
Bending the dewdrops to drink.
March! March! March! They will hurry
Forth at the wild bugle sound,
Blossoms and birds in a flurry,
Fluttering all over the ground.
Shake out your flags, birch and willow!
Shake out your red tassels, larch!
Grass blades, up from your earth – pillow.
Hear who is calling you. . . March.”
- Lucy Larcom, March

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.”
- Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time

“I have said that there was great pleasure in watching the ways in which different plants come through
the ground, and February and March are the months in which that can best be seen.”
- Henry N. Ellacombe

“March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes
and a laugh in her voice.”
- Hal Borland

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
Robert Frost

In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich
with many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I
With every leaf a miracle – and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break.
- Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1865

Sonnet 98 by William Shakespeare (1609)

From you have I been absent in the spring
When proud-pied April, dress’d in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seem’d it winter still, and you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.

And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Sensitive Plant

‘For behold, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
’The flowers have already appeared in the land;
The time has arrived for pruning the vines,
And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.
’The fig tree has ripened its figs,
And the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance.
Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along!’ "
Song 2:11-13 (NASB

Emily Dickinson

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.


Emily Dickinson

A little madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown —
Who ponders this tremendous scene —
This whole Experiment of Green —
As if it were his own!

All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar. ~ Helen Hayes

Roberts, Charles G. D. (1860-1943)

DID Winter, letting fall in vain regret
A tear among the tender leaves of May,
Embalm the tribute, lest she might forget,
In this elect, imperishable way?

Or did the virgin Spring sweet vigil keep
In the white radiance of the midnight hour,
And whisper to the unwondering ear of Sleep
Some shy desire that turned into flower?


I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.
My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.

All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture & cars would be free of hair.
When the doorbell rings, it wouldn’t sound like a kennel.

When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without
wading through fuzzy bodies who beat me there.

I could sit on the couch and my bed the way I wanted,
without taking into consideration how much space
Several fur bodies would need to get comfortable.

I would have money & no guilt to go on a real vacation.

I would not be on a first-name basis with numerous veterinarians, as I put their yet unborn grandkids through college.

The most used words in my vocabulary would not be:out,sit, down, come, no, stay,& leave him/her/it ALONE.

My house would not be cordoned off into zones with
baby gates or barriers.

My house would not look like a day care center,
with toys everywhere.

My pockets would not contain things like poop bags,
treats and an extra leash.

I would no longer have to spell the words B-A-L-L,
F-R-I-S-B-E-E, W-A-L-K, T-R-E-A-T, R-I-D-E, GO

I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as outside.

I would not look strangely at people who think having ONE dog/cat ties them down too much.

I’d look forward to spring and the rainy season instead of dreading ‘mud’ season.

I would not have to answer the question ‘Why do you have so many animals?’ from people who will never have the joy in their lives of knowing they are loved unconditionally by someone as close to an angel as they will ever get.

How EMPTY my life would be!!!


If one picks up a starving dog and makes him prosperous he will not bite you ..this is the principal difference between a dog and a man...Mark Twain

Saturday, February 27, 2010


If you can start the day without caffeine,

If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,

If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,

If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,

If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time,

If you can take criticism and blame without resentment ,

If you can conquer tension without medical help,

If you can relax without liquor,

If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,

…Then You Are Probably The Family Dog!


May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

TO MY MOM (written May 09)

this is something I journaled one is not finished or fine tuned yet..also in my THINGS THAT AFFECT ME BLOG..

In my older years
I long for you
just like I did back then
only now I'm closer to the end
I've faced the fact that
I'll never see your face again
or have I accepted that??
the older I get the less I cry
cause some say its your loss
I'm not so sure thats totally true

My heart thats been broken by a man
has always repaired with time
not so sure that will happen here
pretty sure a piece of my heart
will always have a void
where you should be
not so sure I understand
but guess I'm not sposed to
God gives us nothing we can't handle
so I live without you
doesn't mean I don't miss or love you
put no one above you
and hope you'll have a change of heart
before its way to late
cause once we're gone..we're gone
I'm sure I'll see you on the other side
I've loved my children in spite of you
and I've learned from you what not to do..

Tuesday, February 23, 2010


You called me up on the phone today
struggling with the right words to say.
Time can change a thing or two.
Time has changed the lives of me and you,
but you know… it could have been different dad.

The word brings back a sweet memory.
I’m sitting on a bluff on a broken tree,
by my side a distinguished man
giving me encouragement, telling me I can,
and you know… you’re not there.

You say, “Son, let’s forget the past,
I want another chance, gonna make it last.”
You’re begging me for a brand new start,
trying to mend a bridge that’s been blown apart,
but you know… you never built it dad.

So I sit here through the night,
and I write myself to sleep,
and time keeps ticking…

Time has made you finally realize
your loneliness and your guilt inside.
You’re reaching for something you never had,
turning around now you’re looking back,
and you know… I’m not there.

You say, “Son, let’s forget the past.
I want another chance, gonna make it last.”
You’re begging me for a brand new start,
trying to mend a bridge that’s been blown apart,
but you know… you never built it dad.

I saw this written in a forum I was reminds me more of my mom and I...

Friday, February 19, 2010


I asked the Lord to tell me
Why my house is such a mess.
He asked if I’d been “bonanzling”,
And I had to answer ‘yes.’

He told me to get off my fanny
And tidy up the house.
And so I started cleaning up…
The smudges off my mouse.

I wiped and shined the topside.
That really did the trick…
I was just admiring my work.

I didn’t mean to ‘click.’

But click, I did, and oops I found
A real absorbing site.
That I got SO way into it.
I was into it all night.

Nothing’s changed except my mouse
It’s very, very shiny.
I guess my house will stay a mess…
While I sit here on my hiney.


Full Original Serenity Prayer
by Reinhold Niebuhr (1892-1971)

God, give us grace to accept with serenity
the things that cannot be changed,
Courage to change the things
which should be changed,
and the Wisdom to distinguish
the one from the other.

Living one day at a time,
Enjoying one moment at a time,
Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,
Taking, as Jesus did,
This sinful world as it is,
Not as I would have it,
Trusting that You will make all things right,
If I surrender to Your will,
So that I may be reasonably happy in this life,
And supremely happy with You forever in the next.


Thursday, February 18, 2010

Life is one big road with lots of signs..
So when you riding through the ruts
don’t complicate your mind..
Flee from hate ,mischief, and jealousy.
don’t bury your thoughts, put your vision
to reality..Wake Up and LIve…..Bob Marley

Don’t trust me to show you love
when my love may be only lust
If you want somebody you can trust
trust yourself….Bob Dylan

LIFE ...(not written by me.)

Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain. Any day I’m vertical, it’s a good day I say and I give thanks. If you ask me how are you, I’ll answer, GREAT! because saying so – I make it so, and I give thanks. When life gives me dark clouds and rain, I appreciate the moisture that brings a freshness to my being and beats against my face with gladness. When life gives me sunshine, I gratefully receive it and turn my face up towards the sun to appreciate the heat delivered upon me (I could be in the coldest part of the world). When life brings fog, I give thanks for the beauty of the unseen, and once lifted, I can truly see a part of me, where once I was held in a shadow. When life brings snow, I run outside to catch my first snowflake gracing upon my face, and sending cold shivers up and down my spine, and I give thanks. Like the weather, they come and go no matter what is my preference. For indeed there is a time for every purpose under the heaven, and every season brings its own unique blessings of beauty, and I give thanks for all. Giving thanks for life, our families, trials and tribulations is only a small part that everyone must endure. How we proceed to fulfill our thankfulness is also the way in which we choose to live. Live cautiously, live in giving and not in wanting, and live in love, as that is the most precious gift of all, and I give thanks.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

ZEKE AND MAMA written by Brenda Moultrie(me)

This is a poem I write one day while talking to my 5 year old grandson Dallas about the troll collection I had as a child..I then started missing that collection as it seems to have gotten lost in life..


Where are they?
Where did they go?
I wish I knew
but I don't know
Wish I could see them
Just to say "Hi"
matter a fact I never said, "bye"
Pieces of my past
I will never see again
But I will think of them
every now and then
I can buy another
But it wouldn't be the same
And do I give the new one
the old one's name?
Zeke was his name
and she was called mama
Good thing about them
was there was never any drama
I miss them and love them
and surely always will
hope I still remember them
when I'm way over the hill!!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010


Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot,
Before the days of Dylan, or the dawn of Camelot.
There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me,

For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born,
Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn.
We learned to gut a muffler, we washed our hair at dawn,
We spread our crinolines to dry in circles on the lawn.

We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince,
And Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no one’s seen him since.
We danced to ‘Little Darlin,’ and sang to ‘Stagger Lee’
And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many,
And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney.
And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see
A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice,
And when they made a movie, they never made it twice.
We didn’t have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three,
Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp,
And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp.
We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T,
And Oprah couldn’t talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had our share of heroes, we never thought they’d go,
At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe.
For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,
And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We’d never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,
And Airplanes weren’t named Jefferson , and Zeppelins were not Led.
And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees,
Madonna was Mary in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We’d never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars,
And babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars.
And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and ‘gay’ meant fancy-free,
And dorms were never co-Ed in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We hadn’t seen enough of jets to talk about the lag,
And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag.
And hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea,
And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Buicks came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks,
And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks.
And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee,
And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues,
We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea
Or prime-time ads for those dysfunctions in the Land That Made Me, Me.

There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill,
And fish were not called Wanda , and cats were not called Bill.
And middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three,
And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me, Me.

But all things have a season, or so we’ve heard them say,
And now instead of Maybelline we swear by Retin-A.
They send us invitations to join AARP,
We’ve come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me, Me.

So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans,
And wonder why they’re using smaller print in magazines.
And we tell our children’s children of the way it used to be,
Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me, Me.


“When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but do not quit.
Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit-
It’s when things go wrong that you must not quit.”


Only a dad with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame
To show how well he has played the game;
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him come and to hear his voice.

Only a dad with a brood of four,
One of ten million men or more
Plodding along in the daily strife,
Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,
With never a whimper of pain or hate,
For the sake of those who at home await.

Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
Merely one of the surging crowd,
Toiling, striving from day to day,
Facing whatever may come his way,
Silent whenever the harsh condemn,
And bearing it all for the love of them.

Only a dad but he gives his all,
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing with courage stern and grim
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen:
Only a dad, but the best of men

Saturday, February 6, 2010

GRANDMA 'S WORDS OF WISDOM (I am not the author)

I've traveled paths you've yet to travel
Learned lessons old and new
and now this wisdom of my life
I'm blessed to share with you
Let kindness spread like sunshine
Embrace those that are sad
Respect their dignity give them joy
and leave them feeling glad
Forgive those that might hurt you
and though you have your pride
Listen closely to their viewpoint
try to see the other side
walk softly when you're angry
Try not to take offense
Invoke your sense of humor
Laughters power is immense
Express what you are feeling
your beliefs you should uphold
Don't shy away from what is right
be courteous and be bold
Keep hope right in your pocket
It will guide you day to day
Take it out when it is needed
When its near you 'll find a way
Remember friends and family
of which you are a precious part
love deeply and love truly
Give them freely from your heart
The world is far from perfect
theres conflict and theres strife
But you still can make a difference
by how you live your life
And so I'm very blessed to know
The wonders you will do
Because you are my grnddaughter
And I believe in you..


Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take


Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy was he??


Peper Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
How many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick


A skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump stunk, but the stump thunk the skunk stunk.

Six slippery snails slid slowly seaward.

A tutor who tooted the flute
Tried to tutor two tooters to toot.
Said the two to the tutor:
“Is it harder to toot or
To tutor two tooters to toot?”

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

The big black bug bleed black blood

Ruber baby buggy bumpers

She sells seashells on the seashore.
The shells she sells are seashells, I’m sure.

Child’s Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all.

He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.


If of they worldy goods
thou art bereft
save for two loaves
take thee one and sell it
and with the dole
buy three hyacinths
For thy soul...

DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE (not sure of title or author)


Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousnd wings that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight or ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
and quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there ,,,I did not die..


Have you ever fallen in love but knew they did not care?
Have you ever felt like crying but knew you'd get nowhere?
Have you ever watched them walk away not wanting them to go?
and whispered "I love you" softly not wanting them to know?
You cried all night in misery and almost went insane
theres nothing in the world that causes so much pain
If I could choose between love and death I think I'd choose to die
Love is fun but hurts too much and the price you pay is high
So I say , dont fall in love you'll be hurt before its through
You see my friend I ought to know, I fell in love with you..


How often we wish for another chance
to make a fresh beginning
A chance to blot out our mistakes
and change failure into winning
It does not take a new day
to make a brand new start
It only takes a deep desire
To try with all your heart
To live a little better
and to always be forgiving
And to add a little sunshine
to the world in which we're living
so never give up in despair
and think that you are through
For theres always a tomorrow
And the hope of starting new...