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Count Me Not

Are you superstitious?

I believe everyone is gifted with a simple yet handy thing called common sense.

Please use it to your greatest advantage.

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Too Perfect

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.

YouTube/Rosemary Clooney/I Wish You Love
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A Happy Penguin

Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?

Guilty as charged;

An ardent lover

And a hopeless romantic.

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Good Morning

Courtesy of Google Images

As the sun rises,

Nature’s awaken with a

Brand new hope from a

Brand new day, spirit’s renewed.

Stretch, great things await.

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What Counts the Most

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.

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Regret Not

Don’t be sorry for

Speaking your mind otherwise

You’re muting yourself.

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“I

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

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The Internet is a gift

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.