Poetry

How much like a patchwork quilt we are,

Some of us are bright and gay.

Some are quieter, more delicate and subdued

Yet how well we blend together.

The quieter ones off~set the colorful

The brighter ones accentuate the pastels

Often the more fragile pieces hold the sturdy

ones together.

Blessed we are to be varied

All of us are stitched with love and tied to

One another

*author unknown

FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES

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We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens,

We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.

With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze,

Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes,

Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.

We wait for somebody, to type out our name,

We want recognition, but it is always the same.

We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt,

In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.

We do form friendships - but - why we don't know,

But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.

Why is it on screen, we can be so bold,

Telling our secrets, that have never been told.

Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind,

With those we can't see, as though we were blind.

The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.

We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.

We can't tell "real" people, but tell someone we must,

So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.

Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains,

They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names

*author Thomas Teague

*~UNICORNS~*

Unicorns known as creatures of myth,

Do you know they really exist,

They stand for purity & innocence,

Beautiful creatures in every sense.

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They live in the forest

With fairies & sprites,

They play in the day

And sometimes at night.

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We are the Unicorns Club,

Each & everyone we love

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Welcoming you with open arms,

A living soul we would never harm.

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Old members & New ones alike,

Whether your name is Karin, Tommy or Mike,

Just like Unicorns are legend,

You can be a myth or hero, in Unicorns bend.

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Won’t you come join the Unicorns Club,

For you are a knight & so you are dubbed

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Within this club if you are ever sad,

Play with a Unicorn & forget all the bad.

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Written by

Katharina Beasley aka UCC_Babysis

*~* I F *~*

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;

If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings-nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run-

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And-which is more-you’ll be a Man, my son!

*Author "Rudyard Kipling"