Cloudy Tears

Nothing sounds as sad
And lonely as the clouds when
They pour forth their tears

Upon the bitter
Earth, a million little hurts
Beating on the ground.

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Sapphire Flies

The birds fly high in
The sapphire sky on the
Winds of springly change.

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When the Cradle Falls

When the bough breaks and
The cradle doth fall, who will
Keep you safest of

All? Who will hold you
In arms strong and warm? Who will
Love you, till death do

You part? When the bough
Breaks and the cradle doth fall,
Who will keep you safe

Through it all – safe till
The end? Who will you trust with
Your dreams in the end?

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My Breaking Heart

The sky rumbles and
Flickers, flashing its response
To my breaking heart.

Rumbles and flashes,
Flickers and crashes, echoes
Of my broken heart.

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No More Rings the Bell

When the day is over,
When no more rings the bell,
When the bees buzz in the clover
And the birds sing in the dell,

I will take you for my lover
And we’ll listen to the swell
Of twilight music as we hover
Near the stream down in the dell.

When the day is over,
When no more rings the bell,
When the bees stop buzzing in the clover
And the birds cease singing in the dell,

I’ll keep you for my lover
And we’ll listen to the swell
Of angels singing as we hover
In the clouds above the dell.

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Mondays

I’ve got a case of
The Mondays, even though it’s
No longer Monday.

I’ve got a feeling
This case of the Mondays will
Last all bloomin’ week.

 

 

 

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Rollin’

Storm clouds are a-rollin’,
Headin’ in from the west,
And the trees are a-blowin’,
Makin’ a great big mess.

The sky it is dark
And the wind it is high,
As the finger of God
Reaches down from the sky.

But soon it’s all over,
The clouds blown away
By the same wind that tore
All the trees from the clay.

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Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day is a
Bittersweet day, full of both
Great joy and longing.

Mother’s Day reminds
Me that life is precious and
Short, dark and light, a

Gift to be treasured.
So cherish your mothers – one
Day they’ll be gone, and

Mother’s Day will be
A bittersweet day, full of
Great joy and longing.

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Things ’90s girls do at slumber parties

After some discussion, we decided we didn’t actually need to complete this task because we were there for most of our childhood funny stories. And oddly enough, Girl Talk played a part in one of them. 🙂

  1. Drink Clearly Canadian and Surge.
  2. Hit the mall.
  3. Blast the Backstreet Boys and the Spice Girls at top volume.
  4. Play Heartthrob and Girl Talk.
  5. Chill out with Little Nicky.

The corollary to all this, of course, is that we felt super, super old. Okay, I felt super, super old. But it was a heck of a lot of fun. 🙂

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Too cute to handle

Girls’ night means there will be pictures. Girls’ night with my bestie means there will be much silliness.

But who knew girls’ night would mean there would be this much cuteness?

Oh, all right, I totally knew. 😀

How are you spending your Friday night?

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