Let Get Laughter Way Out of Yourself

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Let get laughter way out of yourself Make the happy sound awake Laughter magic and enchanting Don't sustain it in your soul Let yourself go into joy May it help forever People from wherever Getting circled together Laughter can be a kind of help A worthy enemy to distress Rise this laughter so dear To be heard by human ears Make it go on around the world Little chuckles happy giggles So many ways of laughing Don't fear the others comment Let laughter way out of yourself Be assured laughter is magic Open your heart to this very Very special kind of sound Let get laughter way out of yourself Make the happy sound awake Mencita (Carmen) Monoi Angel I love this poem because it reminds me to always  be positive, and to never leave laughter in too long. Laughter has more power then any of us give it.  It can change anyone's day simply because it makes us happy! ----------- Today was my first day of a 6 day break. I have big plans to do a little yoga, take some photos, bake a little something something, and hang out with some good friends.  I only have one swim meet to go to, and on Saturday I'm going to NYC for shopping and dinner. But first, I have to get over this terrible stomach flu that I contracted.  I slept maybe 4 hours last night, as I spent most of the night throwing up. Luckily, I'm feeling a bit better now and my fever's breaking, so I'm hoping the worst is gone. -------- On a different note, thank you for your kind comments about my friend's dad.  I found out today that another friend's dad passed away after a long battle with cancer today.  It's a sad week, so if you would continue to keep both families in your prayers, I would appreciate it. I'm off to continue on my lovely diet of ginger ale. Have a good night! xo

The Summer Day

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Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper, I mean-

the one who has flung herself out of the grass,

the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-

who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.

Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?

Mary Oliver

I love this poem, especially the final two lines.

It brings about my newfound interest in living life

fearlessly.  This is MY time to do everything and anything

I want.  No regrets.  Just enjoying my "wild and precious"

life.  

The Eclipse

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I stood out in the open cold
To see the essence of the eclipse
Which was its perfect darkness.

I stood in the cold on the porch
And could not think of anything so perfect
As man's hope of light in the face of darkness.

 Richard Eberhart

*It's been a while since I did a poem project post.

I love Eberhart's poem because it is so true

to anyone who is looking for some relief.

To see the past two posts for the project,

click here.




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A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning

jersey shore, 2009

As virtuous men pass mildly away,
   And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
   "The breath goes now," and some say, "No,"

So let us melt, and make no noise,
   No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
'Twere profanation of our joys
   To tell the laity our love.

Moving of the earth brings harms and fears,
   Men reckon what it did and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
   Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
   (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
   Those things which elemented it.

But we, by a love so much refined
   That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
   Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
   Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion.
   Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
   As stiff twin compasses are two:
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
   To move, but doth, if the other do;

And though it in the center sit,
   Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
   And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
   Like the other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
   And makes me end where I begun.

John Donne

i love this poem because of the message it shares with the readers.

it's basically about a man leaving his lover as he goes on a journey.

he is telling her not to cry, because they are connected to each other

no matter how far apart they are.

i love believing this.

to see the first post a did and to learn about the poem project, click here

Design

{here} I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients of a witches' broth A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, And dead wings carried like a paper kite. What had that flower to do with being white, The wayside blue and innocent heal-all? What brought the kindred spider to that height, Then steered the white moth thither in the night? What but design of darkness to appall? If design govern in a thing so small. Robert Frost

*my english class this year is focusing

a lot on various poems.  i'm starting the poem

project to share some of my favorite poems with

all of you.