*These are poems that people have sent me*

Samuel the skunk was a very smelly man
He washed his hair in a frying pan
Samuel was short (yes in all ways) and
Samuel was dumb
When he meets a girl he is all thumbs.

--Unknown Author 2000 (2ed revision)--



Keeping secrets is not my style
I cannot stop my helpless smile
Masking hope in contented sigh
Better still to just not try
Evening lonely, evenings tired
Reflecting chances long expired
Love remains, although unwanted
You, forever, hold me haunted.
--Unknown Author


Fly through the ocean
Swim through the air
Make no sence and
Don't even care

Write it in sounds
Tell it in colors
Run 'ruond in cubes and
Confuse others

Jump up a wall and
Walk to the moon
Live in your dream and
Don't wake too soon

Drop all your problems
Catch all the stars
Walk in the street but
Watch out for cars
--Unknown Author


DOES HEAVEN HAVE A PHONE NUMBER?

Mommy went to Heaven, but I need her
here today,
My tummy hurts and I fell down, I need
her right away,
Operator can you tell me how to find her
in this book?
Is heaven in the yellow part, I don't
know where to look.
I think my daddy needs her too, at
night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes, but
I really don't know why.
Maybe if I call her, she will hurry
home to me.
Is Heaven very far away, is it across
the sea?
She's been gone a long, long time she
needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her, but I
simply don't know how.
Help me find the number please, is it
listed under "Heaven"?
I can't read these big big words, I am
only seven.
I'm sorry operator, I didn't mean to
make you cry,
Is your tummy hurting too, or is there
something in your eye?



HOW DO YOU LIVE YOUR DASH?

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 her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
(1934 - 1998)
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's being read
With your life's actions to rehash.....
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?


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