This Ones For Dave!

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A Simple Hug

by Johnny Gay Ryder Jr

There's something in a simple hug

That always warms the heart;

It welcomes us back home

And makes it easier to part

A hug's a way to share the joy

And sad times we go through,

Or just a way for friends to say

They like you 'cause you're you

Hugs are meant for anyone

For whom we really care,

From your grandma to your neighbor,

Or a cuddly teddy bear

A hug is an amazing thing -

It's just the perfect way

To show the love we're feeling

But can't find the words to say

It's funny how a little hug

Makes everyone feel good;

In every place and type,

It's always understood

And hugs don't need new equipment,

Special batteries or parts

Just open up your arms

And open up your hearts

[Guest mongo]

A Simple Hug

by Johnny Gay Ryder Jr

There's something in a simple hug

That always warms the heart;

It welcomes us back home

And makes it easier to part

A hug's a way to share the joy

And sad times we go through,

Or just a way for friends to say

They like you 'cause you're you

Hugs are meant for anyone

For whom we really care,

From your grandma to your neighbor,

Or a cuddly teddy bear

A hug is an amazing thing -

It's just the perfect way

To show the love we're feeling

But can't find the words to say

It's funny how a little hug

Makes everyone feel good;

In every place and type,

It's always understood

And hugs don't need new equipment,

Special batteries or parts

Just open up your arms

And open up your hearts

is he pushing your stool in

[Cympil]

is he pushing your stool in

she`s just tryin to cheer him up i think,when Necky was depressed she give him a poem too..as far as i know anyway

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Whats wrong with trying to cheer people up with a simple poem?

[Dave]

Thanks .. I like a good poem heres one of my favorites .. a bit deep but worth reading

1827

Spirits of the Dead

by Edgar Allan Poe

This poem is also called "Visit of the Dead."

Thy soul shall find itself alone

'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;

Not one, of all the crowd, to pry

Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude,

Which is not loneliness- for then

The spirits of the dead, who stood

In life before thee, are again

In death around thee, and their will

Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,

And the stars shall not look down

From their high thrones in the Heaven

With light like hope to mortals given,

But their red orbs, without beam,

To thy weariness shall seem

As a burning and a fever

Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,

Now are visions ne'er to vanish;

From thy spirit shall they pass

No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still,

And the mist upon the hill

Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,

Is a symbol and a token.

How it hangs upon the trees,

A mystery of mysteries!

[Monsta®]

Thanks .. I like a good poem heres one of my favorites .. a bit deep but worth reading

1827

Spirits of the Dead

by Edgar Allan Poe

This poem is also called "Visit of the Dead."

Thy soul shall find itself alone

'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;

Not one, of all the crowd, to pry

Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude,

Which is not loneliness- for then

The spirits of the dead, who stood

In life before thee, are again

In death around thee, and their will

Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,

And the stars shall not look down

From their high thrones in the Heaven

With light like hope to mortals given,

But their red orbs, without beam,

To thy weariness shall seem

As a burning and a fever

Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,

Now are visions ne'er to vanish;

From thy spirit shall they pass

No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still,

And the mist upon the hill

Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,

Is a symbol and a token.

How it hangs upon the trees,

A mystery of mysteries!

heavy but good! nice bit of poe there!

[Cympil]

Thanks .. I like a good poem heres one of my favorites .. a bit deep but worth reading

1827

Spirits of the Dead

by Edgar Allan Poe

This poem is also called "Visit of the Dead."

Thy soul shall find itself alone

'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;

Not one, of all the crowd, to pry

Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude,

Which is not loneliness- for then

The spirits of the dead, who stood

In life before thee, are again

In death around thee, and their will

Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,

And the stars shall not look down

From their high thrones in the Heaven

With light like hope to mortals given,

But their red orbs, without beam,

To thy weariness shall seem

As a burning and a fever

Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,

Now are visions ne'er to vanish;

From thy spirit shall they pass

No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still,

And the mist upon the hill

Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,

Is a symbol and a token.

How it hangs upon the trees,

A mystery of mysteries!

Eee Dave,have you been feeling a bit down in the dumps lately? If you haven`t,you will after reading that

[Dave]

Nah i like it