| Previous Inspirations |
| Loved by none Liked by few These are the things That happen to you As we grow old We often forget The places we've been The people we've met But sometimes the sweet melody Still resounds in our ears When we see our past And taste our tears Remember our best friend's reassuring smile And think, did I really make life worth the while? The people that cared Did I let them know? How much they meant to me How I loved them so? They made me the person that I am today They helped me with problems, And showed me the way Even if sometimes we didn't talk much I want them to know, my life they did touch Forever and always You remain in my prayer I am forever grateful Thanks for being there Unknown |
| The world is not a pleasant place to be without someone to hold and be held by A river would stop its flow if only a stream were there to recieve it an ocean would never laugh if clouds weren't there to kiss her tears The World is not a pleasant place to be without someone Nikki Giovanni |
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| "Loneliness is a good thing to share with someone else" --Coach, "Cheers" |
| "Love is a leap, I was never inspired to jump" --Leopold, "Kate and Leopold" |
| "Autumn" The thistle down's flying, though the winds are still on the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot Ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread The Greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead The follow feilds glitter like water indeed and grasshoppers twitter flung from weed to weed Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun and the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run burning hot is the ground liquid gold is the air Whoever looks round sees Eternity there John Clare |
| "My Love" My love is like an ocean It goes down so deep My love is like a rose Whose beauty you want you keep My love is like a river That will never end My love is like a dove With a beautiful message to send My love is like a song That goes on and on forever My love is like a prisoner It's to you that I surrender --Tasha Shores |
| Images in colors readers defined, the poets brushstrokes, black on white, paint a rainbow-hued portrait in words. Threads of emotion warp through the tapestry as the bard weaves of substance and song the story of man's plight. Painting with words, weaving with thought with rythm and rhyme, the arts condense and distill into one breif experience on a page. "Word painting" by: HeinzS |
| "You write by sitting down and writing. There's no particular time or place - you suit yourself, you nature. How one works, assuming he's disiplined, no sympathetic magic will help. The trick is to make time - not steal it - and produce the fiction. If the stories come you get them written, you're on the right track. Eventually everyone learns his or her own best ay. The real mystery to crack is you!" --Bernard Malamud |