Poems And Quotes

Take, O take, those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn;
But my kisses bring again
Bring again;
Seals of love but sealed in vain,
by

Sealed in vain!

Kisses kept are wasted;
Love is to be tasted.
There are some you love, I know;
Be not loathe to tell them so.
Lips go dry and eyes grow wet
Waiting to be warmly met.
Keep them not in waiting yet;
Kisses kept are wasted.

by

Francesco Hayez

I was walking through the mall today

and I began to realize how I miss you so.

I saw crowds of kids with special wishes for Santa,
And I watched the line grow and grow.

Each little boy and girl had such a gleam in their eye!
Every step closer, they looked at their Mom or Dad
and smiled that unforgettable “I love you” smile.
Just the thought of that smile makes me sad.

I decided to get in line with all the kids
and ask Santa for a wish of my own.
Sitting on his lap with a tear in my eye
I began, letting out a tiny moan.

“Santa, I want my baby to know I love him
even if I can’t be there on Christmas morn.
I want him to know I care and I’ll never forget.
My heart has been stuck with a mighty thorn.”

That was my wish for you last year, too,
and it will be the same for every year to come.
Have a very Merry Christmas, sweet child.
I love you now, and always will, my son.

by

Jenn M.

A smile costs nothing, but gives much-
It takes but a moment, but the memory of it usually lasts forever.
None are so rich that can get along without it-
And none are so poor but that can be made rich by it.

It enriches those who receive, without making poor those who give-
It creates sunshine in the home,
Fosters good will in business,
And is the best antidote for trouble-
And yet it cannot be begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is of no value
Unless it is given away.

Some people are too busy to give you a smile-
Give them one of yours-
For the good Lord knows that no one needs a smile so badly
As he or she who has no more smiles left to give.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream  – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat these two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

by

Rudyard Kipling

With joy you work,
With joy you talk,
Your joy puts others at ease,
Time with you they wouldn’t miss.

I see your joy, when from Germany you come,
laying down your presents for me, one by one,
clothes, cosmetics, chocolates and cheese.
your choices always right, how come?

I sense your joy, when in turn, you see
my gifts of pink pearls custom-made for me,
‘though they’re used, your eyes shine brightly,
with Philippine-made bags, you receive them with glee.

You are joy
as Joy you are named
with kin and friend
your joy is shared.

You are in this lifetime as my sister born,
through ups and downs we’ve come,
verbal fights and silent wars long gone,
freely fond feelings fanned.

Your joys are my joys,
My joys are your joys,
May they flow endlessly
as we grow spiritually.

Happy birthday with all best wishes!

by

Joscephine Gomez

True inner joy is self – created.

It does not depend on outer circumstances.

A river is flowing in and through you carrying the message of joy.

This divine joy is the sole purpose of life.

What is joy?

It is a bird that we all want

To catch.

It is the same bird that we all love

To see flying.

The ever mounting flame

Of my heart’s aspiration – cry

Is the source of my life’s