lyrical, poetic, personal
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.
In a race called life,
Time is the unbeatable champion;
And men never win
‘T seems, the simple logic
Of keep moving and keep moving forward
Works. Think.
Nothing is harder
Than waiting for something
That is not coming at all.
It’s like looking for a river in a desert;
Or foreseeing a fish to walk;
Worse, gain global peace genuinely—fantasy!
Sadly, time is an invincible adversary.
Years of looking at sand clock is not funny.
It’s exhausting, really.
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
Hello, sir/ma’am,
Whatever your pronoun—
You don’t have to ask my permission
To “ask something,”
Go straight in asked in your question.
In writing, it’s a mortal sin;
Not to be direct and succinct.
You got to say what you mean;
And mean what you say.
It’s almost the same as asking me
“Can I kill you?”
Well, sir/ma’am
You already did.
Nothing is sweeter than the fruits of your labor.
Sweat for the sweet, sweet.
Lyrics, Sentiments and Me 
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