Posted on 6/10/2007 10:47 AM
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Please read and comment:
"A Mother's love is something
that no one can explain.
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may.
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender guiding hand".
~Helen Steiner Rice~
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| Posted on 6/23/2007 12:32 PM
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Response to: S. K.
Before I was myself you made me, me
With love and patience, discipline and tears,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,
Allowing me to sail upon my sea,
Though well within the headlands of your fears.
Before I was myself you made me, me
With dreams enough of what I was to be
And hopes that would be sculpted by the years,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,
Relinquishing your powers gradually
To let me shape myself among my peers.
Before I was myself you made me, me,
And being good and wise, you gracefully
As dancers when the last sweet cadence nears
Bit by bit stepped back to set me free.
For love inspires learning naturally:
The mind assents to what the heart reveres.
And so it was through love you made me, me
By slowly stepping back to set me free.
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| Posted on 6/26/2007 11:22 AM
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Response to: asmaa egypt
MOTHER.
From seeds
You watered us.
As we sprouted
You helped us grow
With the warmth
Of your radiant love.
Along the way
You trimmed us
To keep us safe
From Harm.
When we grew out of
Our little pods,
You replanted us,
Where you gave us hope
And showed us faith
That we may be able
To do for others
As you did for us.
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| Posted on 7/17/2007 1 AM
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Response to: S. K.
A mother serves her sugar with
A bit of peppermint
To clarify the passages
That carry what she meant
When she first set to bear a soul
Quite separate from her own,
Whom she would cherish, yet must teach
To live and die alone.
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| Posted on 7/17/2007 1:05 AM
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Response to: zainab zainab
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
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| Posted on 7/17/2007 1:15 AM
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Response to: zainab zainab
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall never see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.
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| Posted on 7/17/2007 1:22 AM
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Response to: zainab zainab
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others, deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
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| Posted on 7/17/2007 1:24 AM
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Response to: zainab zainab
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others, deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
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| Posted on 7/17/2007 1:45 AM
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Response to: zainab zainab
"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER,"
A word that means the world to me.
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| Posted on 7/17/2007 9:02 AM
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Response to: zainab zainab
Wow! i like what you wrote d poems and everything. Please keep it up.
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| Posted on 7/17/2007 2:15 PM
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Response to: zainab zainab
i ve liked every thing u ve written very much
they r really wonderful poems
n u r really a wonderful friend zainab :-)
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| Posted on 7/17/2007 11:31 PM
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Response to: asmaa egypt
thksxxxx o lotsss one more!!!!!!
Formed in the mind, never reaching the lips,
To enter the ears, for whom they were meant.
Meaningless now, too late, such regret-
I never told him.
Written for you, but meant for another,
In hope my mistake, will not be repeated.
Speak love while you can, then you won't have to say:
"I never told him."
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| Posted on 7/17/2007 11:42 PM
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Response to: zainab zainab
Is it love she feels for me,
Or like the pied piper,
Leads me to my doom?
What is behind,
Her omnipresent smile?
Is it the sincerity of love,
Or the gratification in my gullibility?
I wonder,
Whenever we are together,
Whether she is being sincere,
Everytime she laughs,
And holds my hand,
Uttering the words
I love to hear.
Will I ever Know
What is on her mind,
Every minute of her time?
Is it me,
Who she says to love -
Or another,
I know nothing about?
If I take her hand,
Outstretched down the aisle,
What lies in our future?
Will her radiance remain?
Or will the unseen devil
In her,
Rock our little paradise?
Tommorow, I see her
And again she smiles,
Knowing that I'll never know
The truth about her.
Maybe, it is better that way, maybe.
As I say, "I do," ,
I'll seek reprieve,
in the bliss that is my ignorance.
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| Posted on 7/22/2007 2:42 AM
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Response to: asmaa egypt
God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine.
And He moulded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.
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| Posted on 8/1/2007 8:36 PM
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Response to: asmaa egypt
what does "happy mothers day" mean ?
(H)ow can you know how much you mean to me?
(A)fter all the heartache, there is love.
(P)ierce life, and you are where the angels move,
(P)raising with their joy the mystery.
(Y)ou know well the cost of sacrifice,
(M)othering the wounded as you bleed,
(O)pening your anguish to their need,
(T)aking heed of neither pain nor price.
(H)ow you have paid, dear soul, for that abandon!
(E)ven as you've sunk into despair.
(R)eason has no reason to be there
(')Ere love supply the grace, well-earned or wanton.
(S)o let me show you how you look from here,
(D)epicted as an icon dearly treasured,
(A)n image of an ecstasy unmeasured,
(Y)earning with more need than it can bear.
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