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Alone or lonely the two I debate But being simply by myself Not something that I hate For by myself is alone defined And lonely another thing Lonely is unhappy alone Where sadness is the king
But be-fore you alone was fine No worries did I bear Then you came and stole my heart With you I gladly share
So now alone and lonely Are both the same to me And pain that I suffer because of these two Is bitterly plain to see
Now my prayer is this For you and me In love forever more Then the pain from ALONELY Will pass like the wind And you will I ever adore
I have found that one of the most important things about teaching our children is the quality of time we spend with them and the conversations we share. We hear so much about the questions that little ones ask; Well, how about this...For every question my World asks me, I ask her two or three in return. It is amazing the answers she comes up with and the process she goes through to get to those answers. To carry on a conversation we must listen as well and it may just be me, but I love listening to her. She's so cute.
They sit in their rockers on the front porch and rock back and forth with a smile Having lived all their lives full of love; no regrets Now they knew they were on their last mile
After 70 years hand in hand they have walked with hardly a cross word to say They've worked and they've lived in their own paradise True love from the very first day
From the first day they met they knew that they should let both their hearts follow paths only dreamt And with this they embarked on a beautiful journey like a dream conjured up while they slept
As the days passed they knew a mistake they'd not made and loved each other desperately for they knew from the day was it April or May back in nineteen hundred and three
So they close out their lives Truly loving each other Not even eyes wandered or strayed But together forever they swore that they'd never break the promise they made.
So they rock back and forth for the last little bit smiling tenderly as they rock last for their lives have been full their love has been grand Much more than any could ask
There’s no way I can’t not think of you Every minute that passes by You are in each and every plan I have Every sentence that’s in my mind But I can’t not have you in my arms And I do not want us apart I won’t not love you forever all times From the top to the bottom of my heart Sometimes when I try to concentrate And “UNTHINK” of some memories of you All of you rushes back in My very best friend You aren’t not the greatest this is true
Below is a poem about the power of setting goals which are just dreams that we write down. I wrote this to accompany a Goal Book that I've written and is for sale at my website: http://www.ericejoyce.com and if you look on the "writings" page you'll see that you can download it for free and you may also purchase the Goal book. I hope you enjoy this poem.
As I live I'm barely breathing
Occasionally wondering why I merely exist though inside I am seething every plan made has gone awry But no longer will there be an excuse
I should have all I've ever dreamt These things I shouldn't have to choose Great things for my life were meant I need only tell it to be
And act as if it is Then by god the sceptics will see I'll reach all of my GOALS in a whiz. Life is not about "struggling to succeed" It is finding out what is our gift For too many people life is led by greed
And we are bound by debt---adrift When our gift has been found And we know in our hearts THIS is exactly what we are to do With no exceptions we have to start Even though we don't have a clue We will look for others and the secret we'll share And encourage each one to acheive As anyone has a burden to bear We will embrace and urge them on to believe As our GOALS become clear and are set to the page We read when we rise and prior to bed From that moment we are no longer caged And we see it's been all in our head There will be those things that creep up in our minds That will limit the steps that we take Limiting beliefs always sneak up from behind What decision will we then choose to make?
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In the spirit of the holidays and and the Love that we show one another and our family and friends:
This isn't a ghost story for all to be scared And Happy isn't a person It's about a time of year we've declared We won't let relationships worsen
Some of us go to another extreme and exclaim we're gonna do happy soon realize we are all agleam and a few times a year we are sappy
We designate Thanksgiving as one Christmas another for us to share The Spirit of Love and happy and Fun No time of the year can compare
I wish we didn't have to wait To allow the spirit of happy to flow Everyday love, wouldn't that be great That love seed we'll continue to sow
What we get back cannot ever be bought What we give can't be taken away Let's make a commitment to give all we ought Don't let the reason we exist go astray
I'm not alone, but for anyone out there that may be think about this.
ALONELY
Alone or lonely the two I debate But being simply by myself Not something that I hate For by myself is alone defined And lonely another thing Lonely is unhappy alone Where sadness is the king
But be-fore you alone was fine No worries did I bear Then you came and stole my heart With you I gladly share
So now alone and lonely Are both the same to me And pain that I suffer because of these two Is bitterly plain to see
Now my prayer is this For you and me In love forever more Then the pain from ALONELY Will pass like the wind And you will I ever adore
When I want to tell the lady I love how much I love her it is difficult sometimes even when I try to write it down. Recently it looked like this...
I’m absolutely in so very love with you I’m sure positively is this it The perfectly most wonderful is love this true No great more one on earth could this I get
My words a little maybe jumbled it seems But understand you I hope that will You the most are greatest girl my of dreams And love you I surely forever will
This everyday how is feel I When to talk you to do I need So it better maybe if do I sigh Love but you do I indeed
I love waking up with words pounding on my heart and tearing and tugging to escape to the safety of my iPhone or computer or a piece of paper. They struggle to get out lest they get tangled and mixed up with all of the other stuff in there.(From my previous post)
If I do not wake in the early morn does that mean that I've nothing to say? Is my heart half full? Is is all used up? I don't like it when it's this way. Where in the world does the good come from to fill it up again. Is it time to flush the bad that's down at the bottom. Do I have to drain it out till there is only Love within? Who shall take the brunt of the bad? A wall or person unaware? Who or what ever it is shouldn't have to take it; It's oh so sad and really It's just not fair. As coal is turned into precious diamonds, the bad transformed into love. The more I give the more I can say I've won. The bad my heart will be void of. It is perhaps a time of renewal that the overflow of my heart's just not there. When it comes back to full which is normally the rule there will be plenty of love to spare. www.ericejoyce.com
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I love waking up with words pounding on my heart and tearing and tugging to escape to the safety of my iPhone or computer or a piece of paper. They struggle to get out lest they get tangled and mixed up with all of the other stuff in there. The overflow of my heart is one of my books of Poetry (you may see all of my books here. Please check them out.) and overflow is just exactly what I feel, but still, there are things in there that are sad and painful and should stay for another time, however all of it is important. Just now isn't the right time to deal with some of those things. But I do not let them get mixed up with the happy, mushy, love stuff. So just this past Saturday about 4:15 AM this tugging and tearing woke me and I started writing and couldn't stop till I was finished at 4:21 AM, and I got back to sleep. Refreshed and content with a happy heart. Well this is what came out.
I slip between her legs as the dawn silently creeps above the horizon She pauses as if she knows how important this time is for me. This is not a physical gratification but a moment to renew the love before a new day starts. And Dawn waits patiently as our arms become tangled around each other; She watches, quivering with anticipation until she can stand it no more. She shows herself almost all at once. Still she doesn't want to spoil this embrace so she sneaks behind a cloud and contains her might. She allows a ray of her warmth and beauty to penetrate the blinded window and I feel it come across my back. This pushes our bodies closer together yet no penatration is necessary for the satisfaction of a deep and abiding love that we share. Just a few more seconds and dawn will have lost her power over us. She let's us know our separation is inevitable as she become dawn for another love...as they lie waiting.
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I want to start off this blog with a poem I just wrote. This is not my normal type of poetry, but I will be trying all kinds of different things on this blog. I hope you all enjoy them. If you have a topic for a poem or something on your heart I will try to write one for you. Let me know in the form of a comment. Also check out my website here if you don't mind. I have a few books for you to look at.
We are born and love and are loved I suppose
At least that’s what all the books tell us
They are all neatly planned and formatted in prose
Nobody really understands all of the fuss
Let’s just make it through another day until all of the days are gone
We squeeze through those days as though we are slipping through an elevator door
Squeezed for time and for attention; the days are too long
There is never any time to sit and reflect; what are we really here for?
…We are born and love and are loved I suppose Can there be anything more?
