Each time I see the color pink
I blink to clear my eyes
because that hue before me
makes me want to immunize
It’s not that I hate girly things
assigned to that one color
it’s just that if I owned that tint
my closet, it would holler
But any other color always
makes my eyes squint smiles
I wear them any time or place
with flair, in every style
There is one way that’s quite okay
(and nothing is for naught)
in nature pink that sizzles
is the one that I call “hot.”
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via Blink
There has to be a loophole
for us who still believe
in justice, freedom and our rights
amidst dishonesty.
This gap won’t last much longer
for together we’ll encroach
to fill the sinkhole with the hearts
we’ll never let them poach.
Hands united, standing tall
we’ll show a greater strength
than those who are unwilling
to detect our common link.
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via Loophole
If you study the words and actions of Dr. Martin Luther King, will you become a better person? (inspiration from Tony Burgess Blog and JohnCOYOTE blog)
If you bring your experiences to the surface, can you be a better actor? (inspired by RIVRVLOGR blog)
If you study another human being, the way they walk, the sparkle in their eyes, will you like what you see? (inspired by fauxcroft)
If we force ourselves to unchain our words, will be become better writers? (inspired by Scribbled to Paper)
If you want to understand colors and shading, can you watch a tutorial for inspiration and create something beautiful? In this case, yes. (inspired by Stoneronarollercoaster)
If you study your image in that reflected glass, do you like what you see? (inspired by Lifelessons)
And, how I could go on with how you all, dear bloggers, inspire me.
via Study
Entertain me with your laughter
not your bravado
dance for me a jig
and smile when I join you
Extend your hand
and walk me across the water
into a field of wild flowers
Run without thought
to catch my hat from the breeze
Talk to me of topics peaceful
and fill me with stories of compassion
Take me to your favorite place
and share with me the secrets inside
Remove the metal around your chest
to show me the softness within.
And I will shelter you from the storm.
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via Entertain
He was undu-ly-late
but that didn’t stop him from making his presence known to The Little Prince.
And in excerpts, the fox said:
I am a fox.
I cannot play with you. I am not tamed.
It is an act too often neglected. It means to establish ties.
To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . .
My life is very monotonous … Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . .”
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
“What is essential is invisible to the eye,” the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
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via Undulate
If we hear you play the piano,
you are a pianist.
If you show us the carrots and onions you grew,
you are a gardener.
If you hand us a copy of your signed novel,
you are an author.
If you are pulling 10 oz padded gloves on your hands,
you are a boxer.
If you are covered in flour and hand us a loaf of warm bread,
you are a baker.
But if you have to tell us that you are a “genius” and that your “two greatest assets have been mentally stability and being, like, really smart,”
then I, for one, feel brilliant for not believing you.
via Brilliant
Do not weep for me
for I have experienced a lifetime of joy
the sounds of birthing
the squeals of jubilant voices.
Do not weep for me
for I have felt the vibrations of storms
and weathered through them with dignity.
I have witnessed the changing of seasons
and watched the children have children.
I have seen the fruits gathered and shared by many hands.
I have smelled the soups of wellness upon a cookstove,
freshly cut grass at my entrance,
and the rain both distant and near.
I have experienced these things and more.
Do not weep for me.
Weep for the forlorn.
via Forlorn
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 