Spring Has Sprung!

Spring has sprung and rode in on the rays of golden sun. Rays so bright and full of warmth, spring is here, now it’s time to have fun. I long to drink of the beauty of spring and all of its amenities. The bees flutter over the honeysuckle, getting drunk on the essential oils, sucrose, salts & sweet secretion, as they suck up each drop with their straw-shaped mouths.

Spring has its own aroma, that no other season can duplicate. The smell of freshly cut grass, fresh blossoms on the trees, almost like they are born again. Neighborhoods come alive as children scream and shout while running and playing outdoors. Families gather for barbecues, potato salad, hot dogs, hamburgers, and everyone is excited to see the arrival of Spring.

What a treat to behold the beauty of the Cherry Blossoms, take photos in the Bluebonnets,  Daffodils and, Hyacinths, or just lie on a blanket gazing at the sky while inhaling all of the ambiance surrounding you. Make no mistake about it, Spring also brings on allergies from the pesty tree pollen, grass pollen, and weed pollen. Keep a few tissues handy and get out and enjoy Spring!

“The Monkey’s Uncle – A POEM

Once upon a time in a land far away. 

Lived a family whose lives would change in a strange way.

One day in the summer of nineteen sixty-nine,

the mother was hanging laundry on the clothesline.

Out of the forest, her son ran, clutching an old painted vase in hand.

His mother grabbed him to try to help him stand.

Catching his breath, he yelled for all to come and look.

Then out of his ripped pocket, he pulled a worn book.

Rambling that he found both book and vase,

down by the creek in a rusty, metal case.

As they focused their attention on the strange book.

Right before their eyes, the vase violently shook!

The boy said if you make a wish, the genie that lives within

 would grant your wish then he sheepishly grinned.

He said that he had made one, and it came true.

His uncle said You are young, and pulling pranks is all you do.

The boy’s uncle not believing in such childish things.

Scoffed and said this is foolish junk you bring!

The boy said, no, Uncle it’s very true.

If you don’t believe me, the last two wishes are for you.

As his uncle leaned back to fix his pants,

his face turned red, and he fell into a trance.

Then stood straight up, with a face full of welts.

He grabbed the vase and tightened his leather belt.

Rubbing the vase, he said with a deep chuckle.

If this genie is true, I wish I were a monkey’s uncle.

 

The boy began to change into a furry monkey.

 It was so unbearable for he was fat and dumpy.

Running around grunting, such a crazy sight.

 His sister and mother were filled with fright.

Not believing their eyes they thought it was a dream.

 As he grunted and ran, his tail wagged, and eyes beamed.

His uncle in a state of genuine fright.

Tossed the vase in the air and it disappeared from the sight.

The boy’s mother in tears said we must go to that creek.

Whatever it takes for us to find him, it’s my son’s life you see.

Down to the creek, they all ran that summer’s day.

Under a tree, lay both book and vase cleverly tucked away.

The boy’s uncle rubbed the vase and wished his nephew back.

Deep in his heart he was weary and trust in the genie he lacked.

The vase started smoking and made a loud hiss.

A sound so loud it could not be dismissed.

Running out of the woods with a speed no one could detain.

Staggering, confused, panting, and dazed.

Happy to be human again, all curiosity gone.

Never again would he venture far away from home.

Jasmine Parker ©

Someone – A Poem Written by Sina

 

I’m not inspired so writing is not as easy
Right now the way the world has treated me is freezing
To feel more love a new friend seems like what I’m needing
Someone who believes in me and who I can believe in
Sometimes my own writings are all that I’m reading
Sometimes I rely on technology to talk to others instead of meeting

https://www.poetry.com/poem/63045/someone

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12 Helpful and Comforting Death Quotes

1.“Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion to death.”- Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

2. “Grief is not a disorder, a disease, or a sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical, and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve.” – Earl Grollman

3. “You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news.

They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly — that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.” – Anne Lamott

4. “There is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”- Winnie the Pooh

5. “If I can see the pain in your eyes, then share with me your tears. If I can see the joy in your eyes, then share with me your smile.” – Santosh Kalwar

6. “Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place.

But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope.” – Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love

7. “And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.” – William Cullen Bryant

8. “There is an hour, a minute – you will remember it forever – when you know instinctively on the basis of the most inconsequential evidence, that something is wrong.

You don’t know – can’t know – that it is the first of a series of “wrongful” events that will culminate in the utter devastation of your life as you have known it.”- Joyce Carol Oates, A Widow’s Story

9. “When a friend of Abigail and John Adams was killed at Bunker Hill, Abigail’s response was to write a letter to her husband and include these words, ‘My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.’” – David McCullough

10. “No one ever told me that grief felt so much like fear.” – C. S. Lewis

11.“A feeling of pleasure or solace can be so hard to find when you are in the depths of your grief. Sometimes it’s the little things that help get you through the day.

You may think your comforts sound ridiculous to others, but there is nothing ridiculous about finding one little thing to help you feel good in the midst of pain and sorrow!” – Elizabeth Berrien, Creative Grieving: A Hip Chick’s Path from Loss to Hope 

12. “When your fear touches someone’s pain, it becomes pity. When your love touches someone’s pain, it becomes compassion.” – Stephen Levine

https://everydaypower.com/death-quotes

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Haiku Poems About Months Of The Year

 

JANUARY
Delightful display
Snowdrops bow their pure whiteheads
To the sun’s glory.

FEBRUARY
Fresh green buds appear
Indicating spring will soon
Energize us all.

MARCH
Lambs gambol in fields
Frisky with the joys of life
Bleating happily.

APRIL
Bluebells stand so proud
Beneath trees so sparsely dressed
Fresh green leaves unfold.

MAY
Much awaited sound
Echoes heard amid dense trees
Cuckoo has arrived.

JUNE
Parks and gardens burst
With sounds and vibrant colours
Perfect harmony.

JULY
Beaches become full
Of families having fun
In sand and big waves.

AUGUST
Ripe golden harvest
Burning sun in azure skies
Labours rewarded.

SEPTEMBER
Swallows congregate
On telephone wires ready
To migrate down south.

OCTOBER
Red and gold leaves fall,
Crunchy as cornflakes beneath
Feet on a crisp morn.

NOVEMBER
Frosty webs sparkle
In the early morning sun
Brightly bejeweled.

DECEMBER
First few flakes of snow
Dust gardens like icing on
A chocolate cake.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/haiku-year

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