Saturday, December 23, 2017

Slow Dance


This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.
She wants to see how many
people get her poem.
It is quite a poem, please pass it on.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
New York Hospital.
It was sent by a medical doctor Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask, “How are you?”
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last..
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL COUNT.
Dear All:
PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know -
even to those you don't know!
It is the request of a special girl, who will soon leave this world
due to cancer.
This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to
live their life to the fullest, since she never will.
She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school,
or get married and have a family of her own.
By you sending this to as many people as possible, you can give her and her family a
little hope, because with every name
that this is sent to, the American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name
to her treatment and recovery
plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we can at least send it to 5 or 6.

It's not even your money, just your time! Pls read n forward ... !!

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Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Art is a Journey


A Poem by Rory Wright

Art is a Journey
Until a personal ending
Sending one to that great canvas in the sky

There is no why
Just now
Just right now.

The blank sheet or canvas calls
and asks the artist to leap
and fly or fall.

Endorphins splash as the paint applies

It is Life or Death.

Each moment paint comprises
the Passion and the Rage, the Grief
and the stages
of a Journey once embaked on,
Always sending

Mind Bending.

Soul Rending and

as long as one is painting
Never ending.

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Thursday, June 22, 2017

Slow Dance


This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.
She wants to see how many
people get her poem.

It is quite a poem, please pass it on.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
New York Hospital.
It was sent by a medical doctor Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.

SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask, “How are you?”
Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'

You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last..

When you run so fast to get somewhere,
You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL COUNT.

Dear All:
PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know -
even to those you don't know!
It is the request of a special girl, who will soon leave this world
due to cancer.

This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to
live their life to the fullest, since she never will.
She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school,
or get married and have a family of her own.

By you sending this to as many people as possible, you can give her and her family a
little hope, because with every name
that this is sent to, the American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name
to her treatment and recovery
plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we can at least send it to 5 or 6.

It's not even your money, just your time! Pls read n forward ... !!

#piccadillyinc

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Love ascends

"Love ascended between us
like the moon between two palm-trees
that have never embraced.
The intimate murmur of our two bodies
made the cooing the sea-swell brings,
but the hoarse voice was stifled,
the lips turned to stone.
The yearning to encircle moved our flesh
illuminated our inflamed bones,
but our arms’ desire to reach out
died away in our arms.
Love and the moon passed between us
and devoured our lonely bodies.
And we are two ghosts who search
and find each other from afar."
Miguel Herandez

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Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Thought About You...

All day long,
I thought about you.

Even when I tried not
to think about you,
I thought about you.

When I closed my eyes,
I thought about you.

When I opened my eyes,
I thought about you.

When I thought about
the beauty of the season,
I thought about you.

When I thought about the
warmth of the upcoming holidays,
I thought about you.

When I heard a love song
on the radio,
I thought about you.

When I checked my email,
I thought about you.

Even when I said goodnight
to the stars,
I thought about you.

And when I slipped beneath
the softness of my blanket
and gave in to the bliss
of sweet dreams,
I thought about you.

I just can't stop
thinking about you.

Happy Valentine's day to all the members of Positive Zeal family and their friend's

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