May Blessings Be Many (＾ω＾ʃƪ)

November 10, 2015 | Newbloggycat

Life is so short
Precious and fragile too
Each day is a gift
That’s been given to you
And I hope that each one is blessed
With love and good times
Smiles and happiness

May family and friends
Fill your world with goodness and peace
And may each morning you wake
May you know what it means
To have a little more time
To laugh and to love
To make a difference in life

May blessings be many,
And may they be yours, my friend
Because I wish you nothing but
A lifetime of happiness

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One – Shawnee Kellie

October 16, 2015 | Newbloggycat

One word can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream;
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald Spring.

One smile can bring a friendship,
One handclasp can lift a soul;
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One cheer can obtain a goal.

One vote can change a Nation,
One sunbeam can lift a room;
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One look can change two lives;
One kiss can make love bloom.

One step must start each journey,
One word must start each prayer;
One hope can raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.

One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what’s true;
One life can make a difference,
One life is me and you….

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Grandchild, please don’t mourn me

October 11, 2015 | Newbloggycat

This post is dedicated to my longtime friend Isabelle, whose beloved grandmother had passed away at a respectable age of 105.

Grandchild, please don’t mourn me I’m still here,
though you don’t see.
I’m right by your side each night and day
And within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but I’m always near,
I’m everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I’ll never depart.
As long as you keep me alive in your heart.
I’ll never wander out of your sight,
I’m the brightest star on a summer night.
I’ll never be beyond your reach,
I’m the warm moist sand when you’re at the beach.
I’m the colorful leaves when Autumn’s around,
And the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I’m the beautiful flowers of which you’re so fond,
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.
I’m the first bright blossom you’ll see in the spring,
The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I’m the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
And you’ll see that the face in the moon is mine.
When you start thinking there’s no one to love you,
You can talk to Grandma through the Lord above you.
I’ll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
And you’ll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.
I’m the hot salty tears that flow when you weep,
And the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
I’m the smile you see on a baby’s face.
Just look for me, Grandchild, I’m every place!

~ Author Unknown ~

Why do they leave? (oꆤ︵ꆤo)

October 2, 2015 | Newbloggycat

In fond memory of Monster who said goodbye to us on 02/10/14.

It doesn’t make any difference
their color or size
most dogs are very wise;

They know their limits
how to please
sometimes in fun
they really tease;

They join our lives
fill our hearts
we never ever
want to part;

Their lives are too short
for the joy they give
why do they leave
and we get to live?

– Patricia Walter

Walk the Talk – Louis Gander

April 5, 2015 | Newbloggycat

Love is a tough word for men made of steel.
Some cannot say it – despite how they feel.
And way down inside, you’ll find at the core,
that few can love higher than dog fleas soar.

Some utter their love in flowers and smiles.
There are many words and so many styles.
Some share their feelings with tears in one eye,
while others share thoughts in endless supply.

Talk is so shallow – it’s easier said,
than walking the talk, and ‘doing’ instead.
When we are confronted with our simple trials,
do we drag our cross and for how many miles?

A cross is a menace that scoffs in our ear.
We wish every time it would just disappear;
but if our love’s real – and fills us inside,
A cross surely conquers when we are denied.

For there was a Man that lived long ago,
who gave so much more – than we’ll ever know.
He shared with the children, women and men,
and taught us all how – to love once again

There wasn’t a record of “fanciful” talk,
but rather, instead, of unselfish walk.
While prayers were sincere to His Father above,
mere words didn’t finish His dutiful love.

He spoke not a word – defending His own,
and faithfully walked each step all alone.
We cannot imagine the pain He endured,
and from the soldiers, the scoffing He heard.

Mere words had been spoken and all had seemed lost,
but actions spoke louder than two timbers crossed.
For love did not lose to the cross in that war –
-because Jesus yet lives and that cross is no more.

– Louis Gander

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“It’s the process of writing and life that matter. We are trying to become sane along with our poems and stories.”

– Natalie Goldberg

Poem of H㋡pe

March 9, 2015 | Newbloggycat

MY GOD WILL MAKE A WAY – Lydia Preston

Society seems in a mess
Mothers cry, while Fathers stress
to be polite is a disgrace
as children mock you to your face

Every day the papers show
that crime and rape did upward go
the things done in laboratories
are stashed away in lavatories

Drugs and sex aren’t hard to find
it seems as if the world’s gone blind
for what the people fail to see
is messing up society

As Dads no longer head their home
and kids all sit, and chat by phone
what once to all has been a home
is looking like a war torn zone

No longer do you find that kids
are playing in the park
for it’s become a hideout place
for gangsters after dark

what once was right now seems so wrong
no more joy and no more song
as what this all was meant to be
lies buried in a cemetery

By telling you these things my aim
is not to make you mad
it’s just to tell another truth
which soon will make you glad

Amidst the chaos of this world
of hurt, despair and pain
and hate along with treachery
all done for selfish gain

There’s this one thing I know of
believe with all my heart
that when I bend my knees to pray
my God will make a way

A Letter From Heaven – Ruth Ann Mahaffey

January 2, 2015 | Newbloggycat

♡ A warm tribute to the family and friends of those on board flights MH370, MH17 and QZ8501.

To my dearest family, some things I’d like to say.
But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I’m writing this from heaven.
Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there’s no more tears of sadness;
Here, is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I’m out of sight.
Remember that I’m with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through.
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, I welcome you.
It’s good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they’ll be here later on.

I need you here so badly, you are part of my plan.
There is so much that we can do, to help our mortal man.
God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night the days chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you….in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years.
Because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
If I were to tell you, you wouldn’t understand.

But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is over.
I’m closer to you now, than I ever was before.
There are rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I’d like it for you too;
That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who is in sorrow and pain;
Then you can say to God at night….My day was not in vain.
And now I’m contented… that my life was worthwhile.
Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low;
Just lend a hand to pick them up, as on your way you go.

When you’re walking down the street and you’ve got me on your mind;
I’m walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.
And when its time for you to go…from that body to be free.
Remember you’re not going…you’re coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey

Recipe for a Happy New Year

January 1, 2015 | Newbloggycat

Take twelve whole months.

Clean them thoroughly of all bitterness,
hate, and jealousy.

Make them just as fresh and clean as possible.

Now cut each month into twenty-eight, thirty, or
thirty-one different parts,
but don’t make up the whole batch at once.

Prepare it one day at a time out of these ingredients:

Mix well into each day one part of faith,
one part of patience, one part of courage,
and one part of work.

Add to each day one part of hope,
faithfulness, generosity, and kindness.

Blend with one part prayer, one part meditation,
and one good deed.

Season the whole with a dash of good spirits,
a sprinkle of fun, a pinch of play,
and a cupful of good humor.

Pour all of this into a vessel of love.

Cook thoroughly over radiant joy,
garnish with a smile,
and serve with quietness, unselfishness,
and cheerfulness.

You’re bound to have a happy new year.

~ Author Unknown ~

Little Tree – E. E. Cummings

December 15, 2014 | Newbloggycat

LITTLE tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy
then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel”