posted November 11, 2017 12:06 PM            

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Originally posted by Pearlty:
Poetry breathes a charm over the cold realities of life, and imparts a brilliant colouring to every object that surrounds us, and an interest to the most trivial incidents that occur. Seen through her glowing medium, earth is paradise, and love is heaven. ~Mrs Ware

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posted December 08, 2017 10:37 AM            

(a little food/words for thought this morning)

posted December 09, 2017 10:33 AM            

~ Sacred and REAL ~

God is Love 1 John 4:8

(music) Love One Another {The Greatest Commands} (FC Alumni Choir, acapella) [2:52] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M2RqZXShfQo

posted December 11, 2017 05:02 PM            

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Originally posted by mirage29:
yum-Food ... so warm and nice. Thanks, Pearlty!

~ Sacred and REAL ~

God is Love 1 John 4:8

(music) Love One Another {The Greatest Commands} (FC Alumni Choir, acapella) [2:52] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M2RqZXShfQo

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posted January 14, 2018 06:04 PM            

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Originally posted by Pearlty:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste it's fragrance on the desert air.
~Jane Austen

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posted January 18, 2018 02:10 PM            

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posted May 17, 2018 11:54 AM            

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Originally posted by Pearlty:

“I was never in a hurry with my life and I am in no hurry to die now. There are two sources to long life. One is a gift from nature, and the pure air and the clean waters of the mountains, the fruit of the earth, peace, rest and the soft warm climate of the highlands. The second source is within us. He lives long who enjoys life and who bears no jealousy of others, whose heart harbors no malice or anger, who sings a lot and cries a little, who rises and retires with the sun, who likes to work, and who knows how to rest”
~Shirali Mislimov

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posted July 12, 2018 11:45 PM            

All lovers desire solitude in order to possess each other more completely. They create for each other a new universe inhabited by the two of them alone.

posted October 10, 2018 06:54 PM            

– The Alchemist

posted November 01, 2018 01:41 PM            

With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.

posted March 20, 2019 11:15 PM            

Happy Vernal Equinox!
First Day of Spring for Northern Hemisphere.

Found this-- seems good for animal rights activists.

THE VOICE OF THE VOICELESS
I am the voice of the voiceless;
Through me the dumb shall speak;
Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear
The cry of the wordless weak.
From street, from cage, and from kennel,
From jungle and stall, the wail
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin
Of the mighty against the frail.

I am a ray from the centre;
And I will feed God's spark,
Till a great light glows in the night and shows
The dark deeds done in the dark.
And full on the thoughtless sleeper
Shall flash its glaring flame,
Till he wakens to see what crimes may be
Cloaked under an honoured name.

The same Force formed the sparrow
That fashioned man, the king;
The God of the Whole gave a spark of soul
To furred and to feathered thing.
And I am my brother's keeper,
And I will fight his fight,
And speak the word for beast and bird,
Till the world shall set things right.

Let no voice cavil at Science--
The strong torch-bearer of God;
For brave are his deeds, though dying creeds,
Must fall where his feet have trod.
But he who would trample kindness
And mercy into the dust--
He has missed the trail, and his quest will fail:
He is not the guide to trust.

For love is the true religion,
And love is the law sublime;
And all that is wrought, where love is not,
Will die at the touch of time.
And Science, the great revealer,
Must flame his torch at the Source;
And keep it bright with that holy light,
Or his feet shall fail on the course.

Oh, never a brute in the forest,
And never a snake in the fen,
Or ravening bird, starvation stirred,
Has hunted its prey like men.
For hunger, and fear, and passion
Alone drive beasts to slay,
But wonderful man, the crown of the plan,
Tortures, and kills, for play.

He goes well fed from his table;
He kisses his child and wife;
Then he haunts a wood, till he orphans a brood,
Or robs a deer of its life.
He aims at a speck in the azure;
Winged love, that has flown at a call;
It reels down to die, and he lets it lie;
His pleasure was seeing it fall.

And one there was, weary of laurels,
Of burdens and troubles of State;
So the jungle he sought, with the beautiful thought
Of shooting a she lion's mate.
And one came down from the pulpit,
In the pride of a duty done,
And his cloth sufficed, as his emblem of Christ,
While murder smoked out of his gun.

One strays from the haunts of fashion
With an indolent, unused brain;
But his sluggish heart feels a sudden start
In the purpose of giving pain.
And the fluttering flock of pigeons,
As they rise on eager wings,
From prison to death, bring a catch in his breath:
Oh, the rapture of killing things!

Now, this is the race as we find it,
Where love, in the creed, spells hate;
And where bird and beast meet a foe in the priest
And in rulers of fashion and State.
But up to the Kingdom of Thinkers
Has risen the cry of our kin;
And the weapons of thought are burnished and brought
To clash with the bludgeons of sin.

Far Christ, of a million churches,
Come near to the earth again;
Be more than a Name; be a living Flame;
'Make Good' in the hearts of men.
Shine full on the path of Science,
And show it the heights above,
Where vast truths lie for the searching eye
That shall follow the torch of love.

from
Poems of experience.
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
London : Gay and Hancock, Ltd. 1910.
- http://www.ellawheelerwilcox.org/poems/pvoice5.htm

posted March 21, 2019 09:35 AM            

“^ Pearlty. That one would also do well under Calendar of Sonnets.” Yes it would! I’ll have to remember this when November rolls around..

posted March 21, 2019 09:45 AM            

Every spring
I hear the thrush singing
in the glowing woods
he is only passing through.
His voice is deep,
then he lifts it until it seems
to fall from the sky.
I am thrilled.
I am grateful.