Are you superstitious?
I believe everyone is gifted with a simple yet handy thing called common sense.
Please use it to your greatest advantage.
lyrical, poetic, personal
Are you superstitious?
I believe everyone is gifted with a simple yet handy thing called common sense.
Please use it to your greatest advantage.

As the symphony of gentle winds
conducts in every crispy morning of spring;
A bed of tulips and roses
in colors of rainbow,
is waltzing with me.
As the ballad of swell
plays in one tepid noon of summer,
a rush of ripples in calmest tides,
are smooching my toes and smothering my heels–
too teased–I’m blushing—I can’t deny!
The whispering lullabies of falling leaves
in all of falls
putting me to sleep
and watching me in peace
from dusk to dawn.
The medley of carols
playing merry and gay
while the fireplace’s flames
mesmerize, bringing nostalgia
in all of winter’s coldest nights .
And you, parked at the Aloha Tower,
Coming out from a white Range Rover,
Wearing denim jeans and blue aloha shirt,
smiling, holding a single pink rose
and a dark chocolate bar.
Such an epitome of a wish–
too perfect
for the quite
imperfect
me.
Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?
Guilty as charged;
An ardent lover
And a hopeless romantic.

As the sun rises,
Nature’s awaken with a
Brand new hope from a
Brand new day, spirit’s renewed.
Stretch, great things await.
Count not the likes and comments;
Count your meaningful posts
‘Cause down the road
Those will matter the most.
Your gifts to our children:
Your wisdom, your wit, your talent, your humor,
Spreading love, kindness, compassion—and goodwill
Those are what matter the most
Don’t be discouraged by the numbers.
Be kind to yourselves.
Use your voice for greater good—
That’s what matters.
Don’t be sorry for
Speaking your mind otherwise
You’re muting yourself.
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ‘s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They ‘d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!”
Excerpt From
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
What is the last thing you learned?
To humanity, by humanity, for humanity.
And we, bloggers—the gatekeepers—are making this World Wide Web humane,
By sharing our passions, our knowledge, our talents—
Our hearts and souls and all.
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