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Life is full of lessons,
What you do with the results will be life changing.
Life is full of treasures,
How you store them & where will be life's blessings.
Life is full of hurts,
How you react to them affects your joy.
Life is full of sorrow, How you grieve aids in your recovery.
Life is full of living,
What you do affects your death.
By Cindy Klecha

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY
by Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

This was featured in the book "The Outsiders".  I read that book in
high school and it is one of my favorite books still.  This poem has
always been my favorite poem too.
Deb

Painter

The sad thing about still lifes, the painter
tells me, is how they're never really still,

how the dozen tulips purchased last week-
immaculate cups of vermilion fire-

burnt themselves out to rust, then brown,
while she raced feverishly with her oils,

trying to fix one color at a time.
Instead, she now tries to limn the progress

of decay, incorporating each step
of corruption on her canvas, as though

all paintings were portraits of entropy,
the second law of thermodynamics

deconstructing every fruit and flower
to its putrid destiny. What about

the tulip in the mind, I ask-perfect,
inviolable, one's imagining

of that unwithering, Edenic bloom?
She laughs, and begins smudging magenta

and cyan and ochre, melding them
into the dark and anonymous tint

of most things in this world: muddied earth tones,
tree-trunk gray, mountains glimpsed through morning haze.

Art, she says, is a result of the Fall.
That's why one speaks of capturing a scene

and finding one's voice; since so much is lost,
we must be detectives of the real.

If loss is everything, I say, why not
paint things in their final forms-rotten pears,

maggot-ridden carcasses, the flower
as final dust? She smiles at this, then turns,

and afterwards, cooling in the brick-red glow
flooding in from off the river, lying

motionless among palettes and easels,
we were, both of us, perfectly composed.


Robert J. Levy

The Sun, The Moon, The Star

First came the Star so shiny and bright,
but as her life went on she lost some of her light.

Her days began to fill with cloudy skies
and often she would find tears filling her eyes.

She longed to be happy and once again smile,
she hoped and she prayed to be blessed with a child

Then one day came filled with warmth and Sun,
that was the birth of her first little one

This child added so much sunshine to her life.
The Star once again glowed so shiny and bright.

Her days of emptiness soon disappeared.
The love for her child was like the Sun, it dried her tears.

Her life was complete for a little while.
But then she began to long for another child.

She needed someone to light up the dark,
to fill up the space still left in her heart.

As day passed, she hoped and she prayed
for another child to come her way.

Days passed quicker this time, not so slow
Soon she felt the new baby grow

She just knew, now all would be right.
This new child was here to light up her nights.

Late at night as she rocked in her chair,
She would hold that sweet baby and say a prayer

Lord help me, please show me the way.
Help me get through just one more day.

And when the day is done and the sun goes down,
please fill the night with light all around.

For the days are tough and hard for me to take.
But the nights are the worse as I lay awake.

First, you gave me Heather she was my Sun.
She brought me much joy that dear little one.

But you knew it was harder for me to get through the nights.
So you gave me an Angel to spread some light.

And as I look back on my life until today,
I think it is safe for me to say.
If the Sun and the Moon hadn't entered my life,
this Star would never have glowed so bright.

Cheri Lee Funk
© 8/20/00

Last night I had a dream
that I had fell in love
This guy was like an angel
that God had sent from above
He said the sweetest things to me
that even made me cry
He answered every question
without ever asking why

I'd found everything I'd wanted
including a best friend
This all seemed so impossible
I didn't want my dream to end
Then al of a sudden I realized
without having to think it through
That if this were a dream at all
My dream had already come true.

~ Erin Ervin ~