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[[FEEL FREE TO PRINT & READ the below poem TO YOUR MOM -with feeling - WHILE YOU STILL ARE ABLE TO DO SO.]]
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ME MOM
Me mom is but angel~yet takes a human form
Gathers young beneath her wing~keeping all quite warm
Me mom is quite a heroine~who labours in her chores
Washing clean without complaint~LOVE-OOZES-FROM-HER-PORES!
Gushing sweat from toe to brow~is nothing to me mom
She gets up early~dawn-to-dusk~which brings a certain charm
She cooks-she bakes-she times the steak~YOUR DINNER'S ALWAYS THERE!
And when she spies that ALL IS WELL: she'll sit to have her share!
Who could ever say enough about me dear sweet mom?
Who joins the moms throughout the world~which gives THE WORLD its charm!!!
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL YOU MOMS! byron lebeau~+_+~
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THE NEXT POEM IS A CONTINUATION OF "LETTING GO" since it was seen from the same spot ~ yet a different day!
And the Cloud did Speak to me
I was sitting in a reverie,
in the very spot I sat in ~ the day before
and 'Letting Go' so easily...
AND noticed yonder cloud that was higher
and more massive but was moving not like
the twisting cloud in a lesser wind the day before...
SO I pondered this a bit when indeed
the hulk began to move a bit as it meandered to
the south as slow as slow could be...
I said: Speak to me, oh cloud, and tell me why
oh why you are not so twisted by the wind
with your massive bulk so gliding
in the blue of azure sea [?]
THE cloud then 'sprung' a tenticle that formed
an eye of blue, as it gazeth down on me
as I sitith oh so quietly in my seat of reverie.
THEN it moved its southward hulk and somehow
'worked' its body so ~ that a "tree" I now did see,
as its bark was firmly planted
in the sky of brightest blue, while its "oakened" branches
spread across by winds of azure sea...
IT was saying in no uncertain terms - to me -
while chugging oh so southward
'cross the sky of azure sea:
YOU see me ~ this tree? Well I am greater
than a tree, 'cause I can shape myself
in such a way ~ as to communicate with thee ~
but likened to a tree, I spread my branches so ~
and "let" the wind so play with them,
as it plays with leaves of lesser trees, you see!
I was so taken by its "majesty" ~ yet called-out
as to why it spoke so lowly of the tree ~
(of which I knew is great, you see.)
BUT the cloud had rearranged itself,
back to the mass it was before,
and trifled not to bother anymore
with the likes of me ~
as I sat so lowly 'neath the majesty of the blue~sea~sky ~ the deep and azure sea.
[I GOT ME OUT OF REVERIE, AND STRODE UNTIL I MET A TREE;
I HUGGED IT SO, AND TOLD IT 'TWAS ALL RIGHT BY ME -
YOU KEEP YOUR SHAPE, TO KEEP OUR PLANET CLAEN AND FREE...
'TWAS ALL RIGHT BY ME, YOU SEE]~+_+~
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