The lesson of the oyster, is something we should heed, It is a beautiful lesson, we all need, An irritant, a sand pebble, gets into it you see It definitely annoys the oyster, that you know, oh gee,
But the oyster takes the challenge And make it really nice, The oyster turns the grain of sand, Into a pearl, let that suffice,
So when life gives you grains of sand, That really irritate you, Just think of the little oyster, And follow the oyster’s lessen too,
Life always has some challenges, Some good and some are bad, But change them to a Blessing And your life then will be glad.
An hour of leisure and soft memories As I lie in the bathtub with the bubbles tickling me Fragrance of lilac wafts through the air And the man that I love is standing right there
Down on his knees with a glint in his eyes His hands covered with soap and I hear a soft sigh Deep under the water his hands reach and find I tremble with pleasure and excitement inside
An hour of leisure, a night of romance My breasts barely covered with bubbles that dance His hands gently rubbing my skin til it’s clean My body all pink with a shimmery sheen
Delicious the feeling that hides deep inside Brought to the surface with soap and a sigh I reach out my arms and implore him for more As I pull him into my bath and quietly purr
I feel like a bird with a broken wing, trying to fly, but not succeeding. Each morning I awake, feeling refreshed, ready to take my chance at flight. But then the wind blows in the voices of doubt. I crawl back inside my nest, destined to be broken forever.
Have you ever been to blue city? It is located in the state of heartache and pain. To find it, just follow the trail of tears. The weather here is always cloudy, no sunshine in sight. People travel here often, some stay longer than others. Activities here include : frowning, crying, and sleeping. Once you visit, you will never want to come back. But, life sometimes sends you back. I recommend visiting the Sunshine State instead.
When the war first started, She made a promise she would keep, That every night she’d write him, Before she went to sleep.
So, every night she did just that, And gave him all the news, Her intent – to keep his spirits up, And keep him from the blues.
A typical letter read like this, “The kids are well, and so am I, The lemon tree has lemons now, I must make a lemon pie.”
But between the lines, her message said, “I love that little tree, Remember when you planted it? You said it was for me.”
“But in my heart of hearts, I knew, It was your love for lemon pie, And my first pie was disastrous, We laughed until we cried.”
“We had to eat it with a spoon, You even tried a straw, Remember how I threatened you If you ever told your Ma?”
“School is in full-swing now, George Junior made the team, He’s old enough and big enough, And tough enough, it seems.”
But between the lines, her message was, “Oh, honey, he’s so small, I should have told him no, I s’pose, He’s just a child, after all.”
“His heart was really set on this, I couldn’t turn him down, His helmet almost swallows him, But he treats it like a crown.”
“Carole’s on the Dean’s List, The third time in a row, Sweetheart, she’s so smart, She has your brains, you know.”
“And pretty, too, our little girl, You would be so proud, She lights up any room, And stands out in a crowd.”
But what she really wished to say Was somewhere between the lines, “I’m worried about our Carole, I think things aren’t so fine.”
“Her new boyfriend is too old for her, She cannot understand or see, That the world is her oyster now, And there’s more than one fish in the sea.”
“Oh, dear, if you were only here, It would help so much, A daughter needs a father, Sometimes a mother’s not enough.”
“Your mom called the other day, And asked us all for Sunday brunch, I plan to go.” “The kids won’t, though, They told me so up-front.”
“After a certain age, you know, Some family things become a chore, George Junior’s reached that age now, Hard to persuade him anymore.”
She dropped her pen; the words rushed out, “Oh, honey, it’s so tough … so hard, If you were here, he’d want to go, You’d play ball with him out in the yard.”
“Your mother doesn’t look too well, I think she needs us more, She began to age the day you left, The day you went to war.”
“Well, it’s late, dear, I must go, I guess that’s all that’s new, Take care – stay safe – write when you can, The kids and I love you.”
She felt a tear upon her cheek, As she laid down her pen, “I cannot say how much I miss you,” Between the lines was written then.
“I ache to have you hold me, I long for just your touch, The pain I feel is very real, I am missing you so much.”
She picked up her pen again, “Enclosed please find some snaps, Silly shots of the kids and me, I hope they’ll bring some laughs.”
You lift my spirit to the wind, each time you touch my soul Deep inside a yearning to finally become whole Each touch is like a teardrop, sliding down my cheek A comforting reminder of your love so very sweet
Take me to forever, hold me in your dreams Kiss my warm, soft lips and listen to me breathe Touch my neck with softness, hold me close at night Cover me with your body, in the soft moonlight
My eyes can see your yearning, I feel all your desire You know that I am yours to take, inside I feel a fire Your passion holds me in its grip, your love surrounds my soul Take me to forever, you know my love is yours
I am who I am I have earned the right To be just that My life experiences have molded me And created all that I am My thoughts, opinions and feelings Are valid and I owe no defence of them I do not need to hide in the shadow Of someone else Just to have some validation Being validated does not depend On another’s view of me … But on my own I am strong… I can withstand And I am not sorry for this It is my heart that decides Who and how we love When I can forgive And when I can forget I am worthy of my life And living it as myself I would like to share myself With you … if you can accept Me as I am And if not I offer no apologies
You must learn that you cannot be loved by all people. You can be the finest apple in the world, Ripe, juicy, sweet, succulent, and offer yourself to all, But you must remember that there are people who do not like apples. You must understand that if you are the finest apple, And someone you love does not like apples, You have the choice of becoming a banana. But you must be warned, that if you choose to become a banana, You will be a second rate banana, But you can always be the finest apple. You must also realise that if you choose To be a second rate banana, There will always be people who don’t like bananas. Furthermore, you can spend your life trying To become the best banana, Which is impossible if you are an apple. Or you can seek again and be the finest apple.
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