Mother's Day Poem ♡

God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He moulded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me. 

♡ Happy Mothersday ♡

Poem; Dear Mom ♥

I went to a party, 

And remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink, Mom

So I had a sprite instead. 

I felt proud of myself,

The way you said I would,

That I didn't drink and drive, 

Though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice,

And your advice to me was right, 

The party finally ended,

And the kids drove out of sight.

I got into my car,

Sure to get home in one piece,

I never knew what was coming, Mom

Something I expected least. 

Now I'm lying on the pavement,

And I hear the policeman say,

The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,

Mom, his voice seems far away.

My own blood's all around me,

As I try hard not to cry.

I can hear the paramedic say,

This girl is going to die.

I'm sure the guy had no idea,

While he was flying high,

Because he chose to drink and drive,

Now I would have to die. 

So why do people do it, Mom

Knowing that it ruins lives?

And now the pain is cutting me,

Like a hundred stabbing knives. 

Tell sister not to be afraid,

Tell daddy to be brave,

And when I go to heaven, 

Put Daddy's Girl on my grave.

Someone should have taught him, 

That its wrong to drink and drive.

Maybe if his parents had,

I'd still be alive. 

My breath is getting shorter, Mom

I'm getting really scared. 

These are my final moments,

And I'm so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me Mom,

As I lie here and die.

I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mom!"

So I love you and good-bye.

I love you Mom!

Poem: Clock Of Life ❤ (Animated)

The clock of life is wound but once,

and no man has the power.

To tell just when the hands will stop,

at late or early hour.

Now is the only time that you own.

You must live, love, and work with a will.

Place no faith in tomorrow;

for the clock may then be still.

♥.¸¸.•´¯`•.♥Weekend Poem♥.•´¯`•.¸¸.♥

Thank God it is weekend

go ring ding that bell

Good spirited cheers

has some stories to tell

Thank God it is weekend

a cold one is gone

Many more brave await

to fight off the dull …

Thank God it is weekend

There’s life in my veins

I’m again my own master

and theres no room for pains

Thank God it is weekend

I move at my pace

good riddance to hurry

and the selfish exchange

Thank God it is weekend

what a liberty and love

bring grace to our hearts

like wings to a dove

… Enjoy the weekend

and take it easy!

Love @ Light XXX Sabine

Poem; Peace ♥

Peace is what the world needs fast
Peace is required most
Peace can't come by waging wars 
Peace is born through great efforts! 

Peace can dwell when love prevails
Peace is the driving force
Peace must last forever to
Keep the world love life firstly

Peace is the priceless wealth much sought
Peace must start from homes
Peace must spread through all nations
And fill hearts and minds of men

Peace is one that brings progress
Peace can bridge differences
Peace is made by dialogues
Peace is the key to world's happiness

Author: Dr John Celes

Handwriting on the Wall ♥

A weary mother returned from the store
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her eight-year-old son
Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.

"While I was out playing and Dad was on a call
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It's on the new paper you just hung in the den
I told him you'd be mad at having to do it again."

She let out a moan and furrowed her brow
"Where is your little brother right now?"
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride
She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.

She called his full name as she entered his room
He trembled with fear -- he knew that meant doom!
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.

Lamenting all the work it would take to repair
She condemned his actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got
Then stomped from his room, totally distraught!

She headed for the den to confirm her fears
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart
It said, "I Love Mommy," surrounded by a heart.

Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it
With an empty picture frame hung to surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall!!!

Have a blessed night! ♥

The Season of Spring is here! ♥

The season of spring ,
weather seems to sing 

lovely lovely days 

are coming our ways

the season of spring 

blooming blossoming 

of nature of all kind 

let roots unbind

the season of spring 

birds unfold their wings 

diving high into sky 

wish one could fly

the season of spring 

careful hearts love sting 

reaching out towards others 

some persons might bother

the season of spring 

nice sound bells ring 

new wave new style 

faces have on a smile

the season of spring 

a new awakening 

busy humanity on earth 

as if it’s a new birth

listen listen to my words 

the season of spring is near 

now a look into your lovely eyes 

and one can see 

spring is already here.

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♥ Season's Greetings ♥

Poem ♥ Meet Me In The Stars ♥

As I am saying good night at the end of the day, 

And you are not here, but many miles away, 

My heart is so empty and so lonely inside, 

As I wipe away a tear I am trying to hide.

I close my eyes and try to go to sleep, 

But with the sadness inside I begin to weep. 

Suddenly I remember what you once said to me, 

Just meet me in the stars, waiting for you I will be.

When distance tends to keep us apart, 

Remember I still hold you near in my heart. 

When the night together, can't be ours, 

Just close your eyes and meet me in the stars.

Meet me in the stars, I'll be waiting there for you. 

With a bottle of wine and glasses for two. 

Just close your eyes and there you will see, 

Waiting in the stars, just for you I will be.

Remembering those words, I begin to smile, 

And gently close my eyes, lessening the miles. 

I can see the stars, oh how beautifully arranged, 

But you are not there, no hug to exchange.

I sit alone waiting, with hope in my heart, 

No longer wanting to be kept apart. 

Suddenly in the distance, a shadow appears, 

A tear rolls down my face and the image is clear.

There is no question it is you that I see, 

Waiting in the stars, just like you promised to me. 

You hold out your hand as you become near, 

And put it in mine saying, "I miss you, my dear. "

Suddenly there's gentle music, filled with romance, 

You gently pull me close, we begin to dance. 

Just meet me in the stars, that is where I will be. 

A special place in the stars just for you and for me.

by Geri Mooren

Special thanks, for this beautyful poem. ♡

Gratitude Poem

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, 
and redeemed; never throw out anybody.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand,
you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands,
one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the fig2ure that she carries, 
or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, 
the place where love resides.
True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows.
And the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.

Audrey Hepburn

Poem: I'll Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou

Friendship Poem ❤

A ruddy drop of manly blood
The surging sea outweighs;
The world uncertain comes and goes,
The lover rooted stays.
I fancied he was fled,
And, after many a year,
Glowed unexhausted kindliness
Like daily sunrise there.
My careful heart was free again-
O friend, my bosom said,
THrough thee alone the sky is arched,
Through thee the rose is red,
All things through thee takes nobler form
And look beyond the earth,
The mill-round of our fate appears
A sun-path in thy worth.
Me too thy nobleness has taught
To master my despair;
The fountains of my hidden life
Are through thy friendship fair.

Two Wolves – A Cherokee Parable

“An old Cherokee chief was teaching his grandson about life…
‘A fight is going on inside me,’ he said to the boy.
‘It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.
One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed,
arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies,
false pride, superiority, self-doubt, and ego.
The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope,
serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy,
generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.
This same fight is going on inside you
and inside every other person, too.’
The grandson thought about it for a minute
and then asked his grandfather,
‘Which wolf will win?’
The old chief simply replied,
‘The one you feed.”

♥ Namaste! Love & Light! ♥

May God bless you ♥

With bright stars in the sky,
When the way seems dark.
With smiles to cheer you,
When the road seems long.
With sunshine to warm you,
When the world seems cold.
With love to greet you,
When each day is done.

Good night my dear friends.
God bless!

xxx
Sabine

Blessings My Friend

When we consider the blessings of God--the gifts that add beauty and joy to our lives, that enable us to keep going through stretches of boredom and even suffering--friendship is very near the top. --Donald W. McCullough, Mastering Personal Growth

Best Wishes 4 a Sunshine Day

MAY BUTTERFLIES MAKE YOUR MORNINGS BRIGHT,
MAY SUNSHINE DISPERSE THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT.
MAY MORNING GLORIES BLOOM IN HUES OF BLUE,
MAY ALL YOUR WISHES AND DREAMS COME TRUE.

MAY THE WINDING COUNTRY ROAD YOU STROLL,
MAY IT BE SHADED WITH TREES AND BIRDS YOU KNOW.
MAY YOU ENJOY THE WONDERS OF THE SEASON,
MAY WONDERFUL THINGS HAPPEN FOR A GOOD REASON.

MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE HAPPINESS EACH AND EVERY DAY,
MAY THE FLUFFY WHITE CLOUDS DRIFT BY TAKING AWAY THE GRAY.
MAY YOU ALWAYS BE BLESSED WITH GOOD HEALTH,
MAY YOUR YEARS BE BLESSED WITH JUST ENOUGH WEALTH.

MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE FRIENDS ON THIS JOURNEY YOU TAKE,
MAY EACH MORNING BE PLEASANT AS YOU AWAKE.
MAY GOD LOOK OVER YOU EACH AND EVERY DAY AS YOU OFTEN PRAY,
MAY YOU BE BLESSED WITH A GUARDIAN ANGEL AS YOU TRAVEL ON YOUR WAY.

MAY YOU ALWAYS DO THE RIGHT THING IN THE DECISIONS YOU MAKE,
MAY THE ROAD ALWAYS BE THE RIGHT CHOICE IN THE ONE YOU TAKE.
MAY THE LORD ALWAYS BE AT YOUR SIDE,
MAY YOU ENJOY LIFE AND BE JOYOUS WHILE IN THIS LIFE YOU STRIVE.

MAY YOU ALWAYS TRY TO DO YOUR BEST AND FORGIVE,
MAY YOU REMEMBER THERE WILL BE TESTS EACH DAY YOU LIVE.
MAY YOU BE ABLE TO FORGET AND ERASE THE PAIN,
MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE SUNSHINE AS EACH DAY STARTS ONCE AGAIN.

MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE EVERYTHING YOU NEED,
MAY YOU ALWAYS MAKE THE RIGHT DECISION AND TAKE OUT THE WEEDS.
MAY ALL LIFE'S BLESSINGS BE BESTOWED ON YOU,
MAY YOU ENJOY YOUR DAY - NO MATTER WHAT YOU MAY DO.

MAY YOU ALWAYS BE ABLE TO SMILE WITH EACH DAY WHEN IT IS NEW,
MAY YOU APPRECIATE A ROSE TOUCHED WITH THE MORNING DEW.
MAY YOU BE ABLE TO FORGET ALL THE HURTS OF LONG AGO,
MAY ALL THESE BLESSINGS BE YOURS - DON'T WASTE LIFE - TRAVEL SLOW.

Have a Blessed Sunday my Sweet Friends!

♡ Butterly Poem ♡

Upon a fuzzy vista – vision blurred –
I tried to focus; nothing ever solid
Came to view, but undeterred, I blinked
An eye to try again. Through the mist
A coloured hue; polychromatic flames
Had flickered at a whim; a rhythm bore
A thrumming too: a naturalistic hymn.
Behold! Were I to find a synonym to
Reproduce or recreate
The apparition of a butterfly, 
Evolving through the waning vapour, 
Drawing on a sigh from this romantic. 
Glory be! The raging sun above
Had fired his furnace, flaming off
The hangers on. Now I saw the flare: 
His time has come. He spread a tortoiseshell –
A scene of Mother Nature at her best.
I lay in peace in knowing I was blessed.

♥ Poem: It's a Brand New Day! ♥

Leave back all your worries and troubles of yesterday,
Make yourself a silent promise to make today a better day. 
Now my dear friend, a brand new day lays ahead of you,
Face it with pride, because it is a gift and is totally new. 
May all your goals and ambitions for the day be set,
I wish you have an amazing day and a night without regrets.

Top of the morning to you my dear Friends!
Wishing you an awesome day, make the best of it :-)

Hugs & kisses,
Sabine

Have a blessed day! xxx

Poem: You & Me this Autumn

It was you, me & this autumn, when
I stood an onlooker, then
You & the autumn romped again.

How I relish looking on, when
This autumn showered the golden
confetti on you, then
You & the autumn romped again.

Those birds, being envious of you, when
The silver heels & golden leaves would
make saccharine songs, then
You & the autumn romped again.

In our midst, this autumn was a bosom
pal, when
None would sing the songs with us, then
You & the autumn romped again.

You & Me were dashing on the greying
path, when
The autumn was younger & even younger,
our Love, then
You & the autumn romped again.

We met in every scuffle, we had, when
This autumn stood a witness, then
You & the autumn romped again.

Our deep ties with the autumn would
never go in vain, when
On our graves the golden confetti would
shower down again, then
You & the autumn romped again (close to
my grave) 

Pablo Keats

To Autumn - William Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Happy Autum Season!

❤ Poem: Words of Wisdom

Each human being has granted 2 qualities;
Power & Gift
A man must know
How to use his power and,
when to use the gift
Power drives man to meet
his destiny, his gift, obliges him
To share with others,
that which is good to him

Paolo Coelho