GLORY OF SPRING POEMS

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Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:

I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

 

Nothing says spring like Daffodils

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We watch as the little crocus heads
Pop out of the ground in spring
Primroses so sweet and colorful
Is a flower warm weather brings

Fruit blossoms take our breath away
And fill our world with color
But the Daffodils with their yellow coats
Bring us springtime like no other

Tiny blue and white forget-me-nots
I treasure every single one
So many springtime flowers
Open up to the brilliant sun

 
Many things this time of year
Give my heart a thrill
It’s the time of year I love the most, but…
Nothing says spring like Daffodils!

Marilyn Lott

PSALM 121

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A Reminder that God is always with us, in good times and bad, in times of sorrows & joy’s

 

Psalm 121 (King James Version)

21 I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.

² My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.

³ He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.

⁴ Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.

⁵ The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.

⁶ The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.

⁷ The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.

⁸ The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore

The Day Is Done ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Today is a warmish morning with dense fog and mist , I came across this poem that seemed to talk to me  and thought I would share it with you today.

To my surprise when I ran outside to take some pictures on the fog and mist, I found this tree in January with blooms on it, and also a man walking his dogs in the early morning mist.

The Day is Done

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is done, and the darkness

      Falls from the wings of Night,

As a feather is wafted downward

      From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village

      Gleam through the rain and the mist,

And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me

      That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing,

      That is not akin to pain,

And resembles sorrow only

      As the mist resembles the rain.

 

Come, read to me some poem,

      Some simple and heartfelt lay,

That shall soothe this restless feeling,

      And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,

      Not from the bards sublime,

Whose distant footsteps echo

      Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,

      Their mighty thoughts suggest

Life’s endless toil and endeavor;

      And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,

      Whose songs gushed from his heart,

As showers from the clouds of summer,

      Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,

      And nights devoid of ease,

Still heard in his soul the music

      Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet

      The restless pulse of care,

And come like the benediction

      That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume

      The poem of thy choice,

And lend to the rhyme of the poet

      The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music,

      And the cares, that infest the day,

Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,

      And as silently steal away.

STILL I RISE~ Maya Angelou,

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Perseverance in the Face of Adversity

So many times in life, it is just so hard to persevere, keep going when people say all manners of things against you, against what you do, how you do it and how you live your life that God gave us all to live. Yet if they would look in a mirror what would they see? Probably nothing, because usually those that judge others are blind to their own short comings in life, and can only find happiness for themselves in picking out everyone else’s.

It is sad when others try to place people into the molds of life that they think everyone should be able to live and work in. Each person has a spirit or soul, that is as free and unique to that individual as a finger print is to them. I get so tired of people trying to make a mold for everyone to fit in, not seeing them fro their own uniqueness in the world.

Thinking on this day I came to the poem by Maya Angelou, that speaks volumes for the overall human condition all around the world and to individuals everywhere!

Perseverance in the Face of Adversity, which seems we all go through, however sometimes it is through this need for people to want to control or dominate other people that makes persevering so difficult , . I know I have had this in my life, people don’t want to ask you what you need, they just seek to impose their thoughts and ideas onto you hoping they will work and they seldom do. If they were in the same situation you were in, they 9 times out of 10 would not like it any more than you do. for me …………PERSEVERANCE!  

To read and learn more about Maya Angelou, please visit these sites.

Maya Angelou Website

Maya Angelou – Wikipedia

Still I 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