Tag: love
group name: thinkaboutthis
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February 14, 2008 10:49 PM EST --
What if there was one global day of peace?
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December 25, 2009 08:03 PM EST --
haiku I
greased pan
cherry days
on the almanac
haiku II
blue butterfly
nose of the dog
shrivels
haiku III
coughing mother
a dry leaf
roams . . .
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March 16, 2008 08:49 PM EDT --
All You Need Is Love, according to the Beatles song. What does that mean?
We can't eat love. The sexual version provides a limited amount of exercise, though better if done in bright sunlight . . .
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February 14, 2008 10:47 PM EST --
Standards & Settling
So you're out and about when you meet the most stunning person in the world. You are attracted to them one way or another however, when you start comparing them to your . . .
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December 23, 2009 07:51 PM EST --
Not belonging to one
Noon belongs to no one; the shadows don’t wait;
they rush, blend, mingle, finally evanesce.
Noon belongs to no one; no shadows. Brother . . .
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March 16, 2009 09:51 PM EDT --
According to a definition that I saw online today, I am a Christian Pagan. I don't understand how it works. From what I was able to grasp, pagans believe that everything . . .
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May 31, 2008 11:01 PM EDT --
Some people have junk drawers. I have a junk room. In fact, somewhere in the midst of my junk room is my office. Yes, I work amidst stacks of stuff....some of it will be sold on eBay, some of it will . . .
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April 05, 2008 10:05 PM EDT --
A friend is someone who doesn't mind seeing you at your worst. Rings of smudged mascara and matted hair won't deter friendship.
A friend is someone who'll laugh with . . .
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March 22, 2008 06:59 PM EDT --
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
- Antonio Porchia, Italian poet (1885-1968)
A full heart makes room for everything, then expands to . . .
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December 21, 2009 05:13 PM EST --
It is discouraging to live in a Free Country where people think that they are free to abuse, exploit, dominate and meddle in the lives of others. but I do.
There is a Tenth Amendment. It . . .
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November 18, 2008 10:31 PM EST --
Thought~Byte No. 128
Concept and words by John Philipp. Drawings by Phil Frank.
(The comments are where the wisdom is found.)
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February 08, 2009 08:44 AM EST --
Last November 24, I lost my older sister LoRena to a probable heart attack. Her husband refused an autopsy, for his own reasons. It was a total surprise. She was the one who was going to outlive . . .
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July 31, 2009 01:04 PM EDT --
For all of my time here on Gather I've been one of the long haired contributors; but no longer.
On Thursday, July 30, 2009 I had my pony tail chopped off and sent to the Locks of Love organization. . . .
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December 02, 2009 12:00 AM EST --
Thought~Byte No.186
Concept and words by John Philipp. Drawings by Phil Frank.
(The comments below are where the wisdom is found.)
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September 10, 2009 03:26 AM EDT --
For the Love of Beauty
I wonder what beauty is. What is it that makes something beautiful? Everyone knows something beautiful, but what is that all-too-often-unspecifiable property that . . .
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August 07, 2008 10:17 PM EDT --
We live in a world where the small things sometimes go unnoticed or forgotten by our ever expanding eyes and busy lives. I think we sometimes aim our eyes at the large things in our . . .
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May 22, 2009 01:17 PM EDT --
I am not a book reviewer — never write them and only on rare occasions read them. I think my reluctance to embrace the book review genre is that, for the most part, the reviewers seem too interested . . .
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December 22, 2009 08:13 PM EST --
Sundays of a Monday man
A Monday man has Sundays behind him too
when he lights a candle; kneels; pray for nothing.
A cat saunters through the time lying down . . .
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December 01, 2009 08:44 PM EST --
Surreal corridor
“However”, says the naysayer;
‘however’ has always been his
way to end a sentence which will
fly like a mesmerized . . .
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December 06, 2009 08:37 PM EST --
Counter development
Talks with an older relative pass
through a still water. Time descends; soft,
white, flakish. Soon the water will freeze.
Something small . . .
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