Give me a kiss to build a dream on,
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss.
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on.
...oOo...
Give me a kiss before you leave me,
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart.
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on.
...oOo...
When I'm alone with my fancies...I'll be with you
Weaving romances...making believe they're true.
...oOo...
Give me your lips for just a moment,
And my imagination will make that moment live.
Give me what you alone can give,
A kiss to build a dream on.
A MOTHER'S PRAYER Author: Unknown
Dear Lord, it’s such a hectic day,
With little time to stop and pray,
For life’s been anything but calm
Since You called me to be a mom -
Running errands, matching socks,
Building dreams with wooden blocks,
Cooking, cleaning, finding shoes
And other stuff that children lose,
Fitting lids on bottled bugs,
Wiping tears and giving hugs,
A stack of last week’s mail to read –
So where’s the quiet time I need?
Yet, when I steal a moment, Lord,
Just at the sink or ironing board,
To ask the blessings of Your grace,
I see then, in my small one’s face,
That you have blessed me
All the while –
And I stoop to kiss
That precious smile.
A THANKSGIVING POEM Author: Robert Frost
God, we thank you for this food
For rest and home and all things good
For wind and rain and sun above
But most of all for those we love
AS TIME GOES BY Author: UnKnown
You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is still just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.
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And when two lovers woo,
They still say: "I love you."
On that you can rely.
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by.
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Moonlight and love songs - never out of date
Hearts full of passion - jealousy and hate
Woman needs man - and man must have his mate
That no one can deny.
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It's still the same old story,
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.
DEAR DADDY Author: Unknown
In all the things I try to do,
I want to do them just like you.
I'm watching every move you make
And trying to take each step you take.
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Although right now I'm sort of small,
When I'm with you I feel ten feet tall.
Like you, I want to be brave and smart,
'Cause I love you, Daddy with all my heart.
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When I am older I'll be so glad
If I grow up to be
Just like Dad.
A PRAYER OF THANKS Author: Helen Steiner Rice
Thank You, GOD, for everything ....I've experienced here on earth-- Thank You for protecting me ....from the moment of my birth-- And thank You for the beauty ....around me everywhere, The gentle rain and glistening dew, ....the sunshine and the air, The joyous gift of "feeling" ....the soul's soft, whispering voice That speaks to me from deep within ....and makes my heart rejoice-- Oh, GOD, no words are great enough ....to thank You for just living, And that is why every day ....is a day for real THANKSGIVING
DAD Author: Unknow
Many poems have been written to explain,
How a mother’s love can soothe the pain.
But little has been said about a father’s concern,
So. .now. .I think it must be his turn.
A Father’s love for his off-spring
I just like that of a solid gold ring.
No matter what, it is unending,
Never breaking; though. . .sometimes bending.
His love is as strong a s a mother’s; although. . .
Due to his personality, it sometimes doesn’t show.
There is no question of how strong. . .
Or of it’s lasting. . .however long.
So no matter if his child is good or bad,
There is no love stronger, that of Dad.
DESTINY Author: Sir Edwin Arnold (1832-1904)
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal.
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.
GIVING THANKS Author: UnKnown
For the hay and the corn and the wheat that is reaped,
For the labor well done, and the barns that are heaped,
For the sun and the dew and the sweet honeycomb,
For the rose and the song and the harvest brought home -
Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!
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For the trade and the skill and the wealth in our land,
For the cunning and strength of the workingman's hand,
For the good that our artists and poets have taught,
For the friendship that hope and affection have brought -
Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!
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For the homes that with purest affection are blest,
For the season of plenty and well-deserved rest,
For our country extending from sea unto sea;
The land that is known as the "Land of the Free" -
Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!
HALLOWEEN STEW Author: UnKnown
Mix a drop of apple cider
With the web of a spider
Add a witche's scowl
And a warewolf's howl
Add a black cat's fright
On a moonlite night
And last but not least
For your Halloween feast
Remember that ghosts
Make great Halloween hosts
HAPPY NEW YEAR Author: UnKown
May the New Year bring you all
Troubles that last only seconds
Giggles that last minutes
Chuckles that last hours
Laughs that last days
Smiles that last weeks
Happiness that last months
Friendships that last years
But most of all
LOVE that lasts a lifetime!
HEY Author: Priscilla
Hey Bernil,
Just wishing you a Happy Birthday!!
I hope it glows with everything that brings you joy,
I hope that it is peaceful and serene but still full of vibes!!
Also, I hope you live to see many more....
Blessings....
IF THOU MUST LOVE ME Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browing (1806-1861)
If thou must love me, let it be for naught
Except for love's sake only. Do not say,
'I love her for her smile - her look - her way
Of speaking gently,- for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day' -
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee - and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry:
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.
MARRIAGE Author: Mary Weston Fordham
The die is cast, come weal, come woe,
Two lives are joined together,
For better or for worse, the link
Which naught but death can sever.
The die is cast, come grief, come joy.
Come richer, or come poorer,
If love but binds the mystic tie,
Blest is the bridal hour.
NEW YEAR Author: Maryssa Manet
Bring on the new year
Celebrations in the streets
Bring on the new year
Make sure there's lots of treats
Bring on the new year
A time to celebrate
memories old and wishes new
Hopeful, the world awaits
O CHRISTMAS TREE Author: UnKnown
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
How are thy leaves so verdant!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
How are thy leaves so verdant!
~~~-O-~~~
Not only in the summertime,
But even in winter is thy prime.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
How are thy leaves so verdant!
~~~-O-~~~
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!
~~~-O-~~~
For every year the Christmas tree,
Brings to us all both joy and glee.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!
~~~-O-~~~
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!
~~~-O-~~~
Each bough doth hold its tiny light,
That makes each toy to sparkle bright.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!
OCTOBER NIGHTS Author: Harriet Cooper
October means it's Hallowe'en
When pumpkins don their faces,
And moans and groans and rattling bones
Are heard in haunted places.
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When witches in their pointed hats
Go riding on their brooms,
And nighttime wears a velvet cloak
Of mystery and doom.
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When graveyards start to come alive
With spirits of the dead,
It's such a lovely time of year
I think I'll stay in bed.
OUR FATHERS Author: UnKnown
Our fathers toil with hands and heart
To make our lives complete.
They quietly brave the winter cold,
Endure the summer heat.
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Our fathers' lives are busy, but
There's always time for us.
They boldly face the ups and downs
And seldom ever fuss.
-------WWW-------
Our fathers are the greatest dads.
We know you know this, too.
But thank you for the chance to share
Our love for them with you
PUMPKINS Author: Suzy Wolf
Pumpkins are a curious thing,
They don't dance and they don't sing.
They don't have hair, they don't meow,
They don't look much like a cow.
They just sit around all day,
Out in the fields among the hay,
Sometimes they gather by the stable,
Sometimes they end up on the kitchen table.
But what brings a pumpkin to full life,
Is a guided hand with a carving knife.
SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN Author: Fred Coots, Henry Gillespie (c) 1934
Oh! You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is coming to town!
.....
He's making a list,
Checking it twice,
Gonna find out who's naughty or nice.
Santa Claus is coming to town!
.....
He sees you when you're sleeping,
He knows when you're awake.
He knows if you've been bad or good,
So be good for goodness sake!
.....
Oh! You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is coming to town!
SILENT NIGHT Author: UnKnown
Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child.
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
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Silent night, holy night,
Shepherds quake at the sight,
Glories stream from heaven afar,
Heavenly hosts sing alleluia;
Christ the Savior, is born!
Christ the Savior, is born!
^^^^
Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.
SONNET FROM THE PORTUGESE XLIII Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browing (1806-1861)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
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