"Love and friendship" by Emily Brontë
Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree— The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring, Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now And deck thee with the holly’s sheen, That when December blights thy brow He still may leave thy garland green.
"GO, LOVELY ROSE" BY EDMUND WALLER
Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be
Tell her that’s young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Then die—that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
"Always Something More Beautiful" By Stephen Dunn
This time i came to the starting place. with my best running shoes, and pure speed held back for the finish, came with only love of the clock and the underfooting. and the other runners. Each of us would be testing excellence and endurance
in the other, though in the past I’d often veer off to follow some feral distraction down a side path, allowing myself to pursue something odd or beautiful, becoming acquainted with a few of the ways not to blame myself for failing to succeed.
I had come to believe what’s beautiful had more to do with daring to take yourself seriously, to stay the course, whatever the course might be. The person in front seemed ready to fade, his long, graceful stride shortening
as I came up along his side. I was sure now I’d at least exceed my best time. But the man with the famous final kick already had begun his move. Beautiful, I heard a spectator say, as if something inevitable about to come from nowhere was again on its way.
"Give like widow" by steve page
And when you give give like a widow And when you give Give. til you giggle And when you give Give til you've pasted a smile On every angel within a mile. And when you give. Keep the others guessingKeep it between you and heaven Cos you know that's better than A here and now blessing Give like a widow Keep it on the down-low But however you live Just give
Sharing Is Caring - Poem by Patricia Grantham
To show you care for someone is to lend a helping hand A need to be concerned for every woman, child and man Share whatever you can to help someone in need Then you will be happier and a better person indeed When you share with others you unselfishly give of yourself Then love is given freely instead of sitting on a shelf Hands that are always clenched nothing can ever get out Ones that are open and gives is what love is all about Sharing is caring when given from the heart with pleasure The good returns are many and the rewards are without measure Goods given freely brings a smile to the needy person Holding back when you can give will only continue to worsen
"A caring heart" by David Harris
A caring heart will never stray. even when its owner has to go away. It will think of its happy home dismissing thoughts of wanting to roam. No pastures are ever greener than the ones in your backyard. A home is the hearth of the family and love will always keep it warm. A caring heart will always consider this as it goes on its way. When temptation is near a caring heart will steer clear and use the loving star to guide it safely back home.
<<Commitment pt. 2>>
"All Hallows’ Eve" By Dorothea Tanning
Be perfect, make it otherwise.Yesterday is torn in shreds. Lightning’s thousand sulfur eyes Rip apart the breathing beds. Hear bones crack and pulverize. Doom creeps in on rubber treads. Countless overwrought housewives, Minds unraveling like threads, Try lipstick shades to tranquilize Fears of age and general dreads. Sit tight, be perfect, swat the spies, Don’t take faucets for fountainheads. Drink tasty antidotes. Otherwise You and the werewolf: newlyweds.