Around the corner I have a friend, that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone. And I never see my old friends face, For life is a swift and terrible race, She knows I like her just as well, As in the days when I rang her bell.

And she rang mine but we were younger then, And now we are busy, tired men. Tired of playing a foolish game, Tired of trying to make a name. 'Tomorrow' I say! 'I will call on her Just to show that I'm thinking of her.' But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, And distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner, yet miles away, 'Here's a telegram sir,' 'she died today.'
And that's what we get and deserve in the end. Around the corner, a vanished friend. Remember to always say what you mean. If you love someone, tell them. Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late. Seize the day. Never have regrets. And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today.

Smile even through your tears.

Engineer...I have seen that poem before...I love poetry!!!

Here is one I like....


Unfolding The Rose

It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
God opens this flower so sweetly,
When in my hands they fade and die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of Gods design,
Then how can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?

So I'll trust Him for His leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to Him for His guidance
Each step of this pilgrim way.

The pathway that lies before me,
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.


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One more of my favorites....


If Tomorrow Never Comes

If I knew it would be the last time
that I’d see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I’d hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute or two
to stop and say I love you,
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
well I’m sure you’ll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there’s always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything right.

There will always be another day
to say our I love you’s,
And certainly there’s another chance
to say our “Anything I can do’s?”

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I’d like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget,

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance you get
to hold your loved one tight..

So if you’re waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you’ll surely regret the day,

That you didn’t take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you’ll always hold them dear,

Take time to say “I’m sorry, please forgive me,”
“thank you” or “it’s okay”.
And if tomorrow never comes,
you’ll have no regrets about today.


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Wow Deb, that "If Tomorrow Never Comes" goes deep into the soul. My Mom use to write a lot of religious poems when I was a kid. I guess it just stays with you.

All great poems, guys.

Thank you Deb and Mr.E for the poems.Each day is a gift, as your poems certainly remind us of that....

Thanks guys for the reminder of immortality.
I will give more love to my family. Sniff...

OK like I said...I LOVE poetry!!!

Here is another....

Walking as a shadow,
I cast myself below.
My path determined by the sun,
it’s end I do not know.

Walking east with morning,
and west before the night.
As darkness falls upon me,
I vanish out of sight.

I walk through life as years go by,
yet nothing do I find.
Cause all the things that I can see,
are shadows in my mind.

Then I came a crossed a stream,
Reflections I did cast.
I saw myself, for who I am,
my shadows all have past.

Free to live my life now,
my shadows down below,
I walk the path that I decide,
its end I still don't know



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Here is one more favorite...



I'll Never Say Goodbye

I may say things, from time to time,
That hurt within your heart.
And there may be, those times that we,
Will have to be apart.

There will be times, when in your thoughts,
You're sure to wonder why,
But there's one thing I'll never do,
I'll never say, Goodbye.

There may be times, when all seems lost,
The end appears so near.
And there could be, the times your heart's
Beset with dread and fear.

If times like these, should get you down,
With naught to do, but cry,
Though all seems dark, please know that I
Could never say goodbye.

I'll carry you and all your love,
Inside this heart of mine.
Where I will draw, my strength to live,
Never to resign.

For you are in my heart to stay,
Until the day I die,
And there’s one thing I cannot do,
I'll never say goodbye.



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And Just Because I am who I am...Here is one for my little kitties....


Poem For Cats

And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.

Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.

But don't they understand? asked God
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is....forever and ever and ever.

Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am....forever and ever and ever.

Author Unknown


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Deb, love the kitty poem.
ps:Our little Joey is hanging in there

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Originally posted by joelee2:

Deb, love the kitty poem.
ps:Our little Joey is hanging in there

OH Kelsey I am so glad he is doing OK!!!

Here is one more of my favorite Kitty Poems....


The Little Cat Angel


The Ghost of a little white kitten,
Crying mournfully, early and late,
Distracted St. Peter, the watchman,
As he guarded the heavenly gate.

" Say, what do you mean," said his saintship,
" Coming here and behaving like that?"
" I want to see Nellie, my missus,"
Sobbed the wee little ghost of a cat.

" I know she's not happy without me,
Won't you open and let me go in?"
" Begone," gasped the horrified watchman,
" Why the very idea is a sin;

I open the gate to good angels,
Not to stray little beggars like you."
" All right," mewed the little white kitten,
" Though a cat I'm a good angel, too."

Amazed at so bold an assertion,
But aware that he must make no mistake,
In silence, St. Peter long pondered,
For his name and repute were at stake,

Then placing the cat in his bosom.
With a "Whist now, and say all your prayers,"
He opened the heavenly portals
And ascended the bright golden stairs.
A little girl angel came flying,
"That's my kitty, St. Peter," she cried.

And, seeing the joy of their meeting,
Peter let the cat angel abide.
This tale is the tale of a kitten
Dwelling now with the blessed above,
It vanquished grim Death and High Heaven,
For the name of the kitten was Love.

Leontine Stanfield


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I found this Poem and it's really neat!!!

Ghost House

By: Robert Frost


I DWELL in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;

The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me--
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,--
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.


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Here is another poem I found....



The Little Ghost

By: Edna St Vincent Millay


I knew her for a little ghost
That in my garden walked;
The wall is high—higher than most—
And the green gate was locked.

And yet I did not think of that
Till after she was gone—
I knew her by the broad white hat,
All ruffled, she had on.

By the dear ruffles round her feet,
By her small hands that hung
In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
Her gown's white folds among.

I watched to see if she would stay,
What she would do—and oh!
She looked as if she liked the way
I let my garden grow!

She bent above my favourite mint
With conscious garden grace,
She smiled and smiled—there was no hint
Of sadness in her face.

She held her gown on either side
To let her slippers show,
And up the walk she went with pride,
The way great ladies go.

And where the wall is built in new
And is of ivy bare
She paused—then opened and passed through
A gate that once was there.



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Remembering


The times we've shared together
Have surely helped me grow;
And so I'm sending you this poem
To make certain that you know.

Your presence in my life
Sure means a lot to me
It's made so many differences
I hope that you can see!

It'd be hard to forget
All the things you've done,
You've always been my guiding light,
And that really means a ton!

You know that I'm a dreamer,
But memories were made to last
Though I'm still pondering the future,
I'll always remember the past.


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The Little Cat Angel

Thanks Deb...

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Originally posted by joelee2:

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The Little Cat Angel

Thanks Deb...

You are most welcom Kelsey!!!


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Here is another poem....


The Ghost of Goshen


Through Goshen Hollow, where hemlocks grow,
Where rushing rills, with flash and flow,
Are over the rough rocks falling;
Where fox, where bear, and catamount hide,
In holes and dens In the mountain side,
A Circuit-preacher once used to ride,
And his name was Rufus Rawling.

He was set in his ways and what was strange,
If you argued with him he would not change,
One could get nothing through him.
Solemn and slow In style was he,
Slender and slim as a tamarack tree,
And always ready to disagree
With every one that knew him.

One night he saddled his sorrel mare,
And started over to Ripton, where
He had promised to do some preaching.
Away he cantered over the hill,
Past the schoolhouse at Capen's mill;
The moon was down and the place was still,
Save the sound of a night-hawk screeching.

At last he came to a deep ravine,
He felt a kind of queer, and mean
Sensation stealing o'er him.
Old Sorrel began to travel slow,
Then gave a snort and refused to go;
The parson chucked, and he holloa'd "whoa,"
And wondered what was before him.

Then suddenly he seemed to hear
A gurgling groan so very near,
It scattered his senses nearly.
"Go 'ome, go'ome," It loudly cried,
"Go 'ome," re-echoed the mountain side,
"Go 'ome," away In the distance died-
He wished he was home sincerely.

And then before his startled sight,
A light flashed out upon the night
That seemed to "beat all creation."
Then through the bushes a figure stole,
With eyes of fire and lips of coal,
That froze his blood and shook his soul
With horror and consternation.

He lost his sermon, he dropped his book,
His hair stood up, and his saddle shook
Like a sawmill under motion
.No cry he uttered, no word he said,
But, suddenly turning Sorrel's head,
Away and out of the woods he fled
As fast as he could for Goshen.

The ghost he saw and the rattling bones
Were a pumpkin, a gourd, and some gravel stones,
That gave him all that glory;
But ne'er again up that mountain side,
In the light would Rufus Rawling ride,
And many a time I've laughed till I cried
To hear him tell the story.

Anonymous



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Thanks Deb. I enjoyed that one.The name Rufus Rawling... hahaha

God Shall Not Be Mocked

Death is certain but the Bible speaks about untimely death! Make a personal reflection about this. It is written in the Bible (Galatians 6:7):

'Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

Here are some men and women who mocked God :

John Lennon (Singer):
Some years before, during his interview with an American Magazine, he said:

'Christianity will end, it will disappear.
I do not have to argue about that. I am certain.
Jesus was ok, but his subjects were too simple, Today we are more famous than Him' (1966).

Lennon, after saying that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ, was shot six times.

Tancredo Neves (President of Brazil ):
During the Presidential campaign, he said if he got 500,000 votes from his party, not even God would remove him from Presidency.

Sure he got the votes, but he got sick a day before being made President, then he died.

Cazuza (Bi-s e x u a l Brazilian composer, singer and poet):

During A show in Canecio (Rio de Janeiro ),
while smoking his cigarette, he puffed out some smoke into the air and said: 'God, that's for you.' He died at the age of 32 of AIDS in a horrible manner.

The man who built the Titanic

After the construction of Titanic, a reporter asked him how safe the Titanic would be.

With an ironic tone he said:
'Not even God can sink it'

The result: I think you all know what happened to the Titanic .

Marilyn Monroe (Actress)
She was visited by Billy Graham during a presentation of a show. He said the Spirit of God had sent him to preach to her. After hearing what the Preacher had to say, she said:
'I don't need your Jesus'.

A week later, she was found dead in her apartment .

Bon Scott (Singer)
The ex-vocalist of the AC/DC. On one of his 1979 songs he sang:
'Don't stop me, I'm going down all the way, down the highway to hell'.

On the 19th of February 1980, Bon Scott was found dead, he had been choked by his own vomit.

Campinas (IN 2005)
In Campinas, Brazil a group of friends, drunk, went to pick up a friend. The mother accompanied her to the car and was so worried about the drunkenness of her friends and she said to the daughter holding her hand, who was already seated in the car:

'My Daughter, Go With God And May He Protect You'. She responded: 'Only If He (God) Travels In The Trunk, Cause Inside Here It's Already Full '

Hours later, news came by that they had been involved in a fatal accident, everyone had died,
the car could not be recognized what type of car it had been, but surprisingly, the trunk was intact.

The police said there was no way the trunk could have remained intact. To their surprise, inside the trunk was a crate of eggs, none was broken.

Christine Hewitt (Jamaican Journalist and entertainer) said the Bible
(Word of God) was the worst book ever written.

In June 2006 she was found burnt beyond recognition in her motor vehicle .

Many more important people have forgotten that there is no other name that was given so much authority as the name of Jesus. Many have died, but only Jesus died and rose again, and he is still alive. I have done my part, Jesus said 'If you are embarrassed about me, I will also be embarrassed about you before my father.'

Thank you Engineer...Now I don't feel so bad about speaking out about Jesus!!!

If only everyone could know His Glory!!!



I'll See You When the Sun Goes Down

I'll see you when the sun goes down
And all the stars go crazy,
And Christ returns to claim His throne
Upon this erring earth.

And you and I will be amazed
At all that now seems hazy;
For now is faith, but then will be
The glory of rebirth.

Death will die, and we will sing
With angels at our ears,
And all my love for you will pour
Like rivers from my song.

And joy will never end, for we
Will be beyond the years,
And time before the end of time
Will not seem very long.

How beautiful Creation will
Then be! Much more than now,
When visible to faith alone
As we endure our pain.

How wonderful the gift of grace
From Christ that will allow
Me well to bear my grief until
I see you once again.


By Turlough O'Carolan



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Jesus made a bridge with 2 pieces of wood and 3 nails so that ALL could come to him.