WHAT: A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading ( Read more... )

Let us rise up and be thankful,
for if we didn't learn a lot today,
at least we learned a little,
and if we didn't learn a little,
at least we didn't get sick,
and if we got sick,
at least we didn't die;
so let us all be thankful.

- The Buddha

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways ( Read more... )

This poem was one of my 'poem-a-day' mails, and I just found it more than amusing. That, and the two recent PayPal scam-mails I've gotten. I swear, they don't take long at all. I always, of course, forward them to PayPal's abuse department. Wheee!

Regime de Vivre
Lord John WilmotI rise at eleven, I dine about two ( Read more... )

Snowflakes

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent and soft and slow
Descends the snow.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

To a Cat ( Read more... )

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