|Poem/Prose/Short Essay - Author|
| Sorrows and defeats
in life may sometimes.....
N'er came to someone's life.
Of course becomes SOMETHING to them;
Just when they see somebody
-living happy where sorrow used to be. - Sinoj Jacob Manuel
|Javelin you threw
Accidently it leaped
Ignore the failure
Solve your mind
Once you win
N'er move back. - Sinoj Jacob Manuel
|Seek and you shall find
But believe and you shall become. - Jaie Christopher Bomley - (This short poem came to the author in a dream. The author added an explanation: "It means you can look for an answer your whole life and you may or may not find it. But by believing in it and just having faith, you don't need an answer because whatever it is is already a part of you.)
|Fire flames to the sun as water flows to the moon. - Shiv Daddar|
|Guts and Glory by John H. MacDonald Jr. Combat Wounded Sgt. 823 Civil Engineering Squadron, Vietnam 1968-1969
Look behind the eyes of my story, I'll show you the guts and the glory.
Of when time stopped and really flew, Of all things exciting and new!
Don't let the blindness of my eyes keep you from being human and realize...
That war, love, life and strife, Has made us real for all our life!
More than 55,000 names stuck on a wall, So we can be a people and still stand tall.
For all the energy they gave, Did you ever talk to the ones left to save?
We left the world of what we knew, To fight for freedom so all could grow too.
Now we're back and trying hard, To do God's will, be accepted, and not be on guard.
Life as we wanted it to be passed us by, New cars are on the used car lot we did not see or drive.
Isolated because of war, Give us a fair shake so we can do more.
Don't look at us like we're broken, We gave for you...at the time we were a token!
Some of us came back lost, torn and broken, Hollowed from the experience where love was not spoken.
We came back looking for someone to understand, The struggles of serving our nation, our home, our land.
We only found love took a vacation, When we greeted people who forgot how to love our nation.
Back to be called different names, We lived in an emotional hell of insecurity and pain...
While others ran or stayed behind, People lost their lives to bring freedom to mankind.
God unite our lives with love and devotion, So we as a nation can love one another across any ocean.
And us with inner sores, Let love come in and live once more.
Of all the things in life I've learned, Two truths remain no matter what or how we are concerned.
Learning and change are of what I speak, It happens to the strong and to the meek.
So listen to the feelings behind the words, Some are hollow, some filled with good!
Cherish each moment of your life, The war is past, not part of our here and now life.
Soldiers we were...and it's hard to forget, The friends we lost and the memories of being a vet.
Even though you meet indifference, Use your past to make a preference.
Don't let the names on a Washington wall, Fade with time and we forget it all!
Live each day as full as you can, And give your best to your fellow man! - Sgt. John H. MacDonald Jr. can be reached at 3036 S.E. 11th Place Cape Coral, FL, 33904
|May there always be work for your hands to do;
May your purse always hold a coin or two;
May the sun always shine on your windowpane;
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;
May the hand of a friend always be near you;
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you. - Irish Blessing
|His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog (water-soaked ground or marsh). He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy farmer Fleming had saved. "I want to repay you." said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did." the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of."
And that he did. Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin. Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia. What saved him this time? Penicillin. The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?
Sir Winston Churchill - unknown, forwarded by courtesy of Jack Shea. To get on his mailing list, email him at firstname.lastname@example.org