HUGS (Humans Utilizing Gifts Successfully).
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Be a donor of kindness
We are all God's children. Our souls (like love) has no gender, no race, no rage. Be a donor and mentor of kindness. One can make a difference. Love is kind (and comes in all colors).
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
The Tree of Me
The tree of me has many rings
Each has seen a million things
From my very first sprout
Through the seasons of drought
The rings show my age
As each turns a page
In a season of growth
Up or down I did both
My reach to branch out
The root of my doubts
The wind and the rain
The winters the pain
The growth the scars
Sometimes bazaar
The colors the clouds
Growing out loud
Dancing with glee
The tree of me
Each has seen a million things
From my very first sprout
Through the seasons of drought
The rings show my age
As each turns a page
In a season of growth
Up or down I did both
My reach to branch out
The root of my doubts
The wind and the rain
The winters the pain
The growth the scars
Sometimes bazaar
The colors the clouds
Growing out loud
Dancing with glee
The tree of me
Monday, November 14, 2016
Fare Whether
Feathers of a bird, stay with the herd
Tarred and feathered, we stick together
Lions and tigers and swears, oh my
Our flight paths criss and cross in the sky
The bulls, the lambs the great I am
The poets, the jocks, the river swam
United divided, prodded and poked
2017, choked or stoked
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