Inspirational Poetry
I actually write poetry for people’s birthdays and weddings…sometimes it is specifically related to the people involved and it would be fairly meaningless to include it here. But to begin this page, I would like to add one of my favourites and would really love to see some original pieces added as time goes by…
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill.
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a fellow turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man.
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup.
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar.
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit,
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.
And that’s worth thinking about.
Anonymous…

OUR UNIQUE AND SPECIAL JOURNEY
It has been an interesting journey,
this little life of mine.
The path has been both rough and smooth
but some how things will be fine.
I know I have much more to do,
in my mind the visions are wild…
I’ve walked amongst the starving,
and held a dying child…
I’ve cried beside a mother
on my shoulder was her head…
our tears were of a healing kind
bringing comfort to the dead.
For anyone who wants to live
in a more fulfilling way,
to give as much as you can give
will bring more joy each day.
These words of wisdom
I’ve heard many times,
but there’s one more thing I want to say
thank YOU for making a difference too,
in your unique and special way.
October 13th 2007
Copyright ©2007 Elizabeth Richardson.
You can be a total winner, even if you’re a beginner
If you think you can you can, if you think you can you can
You can wear the gold medallion, you can ride your own black stallion
If you think you can you can, if you think you can you can
It’s not your talent or the gifted birth
It’s not your bank book that determines worth
It isn’t in your gender or the color of your skin
It’s your attitude that lets you win
You can live with “coulds” or “shoulds,” or be like Tiger Woods
If you think you can you can, if you think you can you can
Even if you’re hesitant, you can be a woman President
If you think you can you can, if you think you can you can
It doesn’t matter what you’ve done before
It makes no difference what the halftime score
It’s never over ’til the final gun
So keep on trying and you’ll find you’ve won
Just grab your dream and then believe it
Go out and work, and you’ll achieve it
If you think you can, you can
If you think you can, you can
By Denis Waitley (www.deniswaitley.com)
THE COOKIE THIEF – By Valerie Cox
A woman was waiting at an airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shops.
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,
That the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be.
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock,
As the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, ‘If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.’
With each cookie she took, he took one too,
When only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other,
She snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother.
This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude,
Why he didn’t even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate,
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat,
Then she sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise,
There was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair,
The others were his, and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
Brilliant poetry
Golden Flecks of Hope
Cast flecks of gold upon my soul as the sun, it caresses the trees,
Let warmth encase my thawing heart, which is a stranger to such pure glee
The sky a canvas, stretched out afore, awaiting natures paint –
The orange glow of the battling winter sun, the clouds a shade of grey slate
I look to heaven and cast-off this level, of hate and ingratitude
This toiling world of shattered dreams, no hope for the multitude.
Yet such a sight it delivers me, to a realm of beauty and light
Providing this young and battered soul with heavenly, blessed insight
That’s beautiful Hanna-Mae. Thanks for sharing.