I wake up warm in a nice soft bed,
With a solid shelter above my head.
My pantry is stocked with all that I need.
I have water to drink and books to read.
I can walk freely in air that is pure,
Breathing in deeply as I watch the deer.
As... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 366 Views added 1 year ago
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Sometimes as I look at the world, I think,
“It’s a good thing that I’m on the brink.”
At eighty years old, I’ve not long to go.
Will I outlast democracy? I really don’t know.
And then I look at what I have left to do,
Books I have... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 97 Views added 1 year ago
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I like people very much
It’s with myself I’m not in touch.
When I was young, I thought I would
When I grew old, be wise and good
I thought I’d learn and never make
Another thoughtless, dumb mistake,
But alas, so far, it is not true.
By... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 113 Views added 7 months ago
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She came to me softly in a dream
clothed in light and beauty
She spoke in quiet wonderment
and called me to my duty,
Come forth from darkness; rule the day
Why do you hide your head
It’s time to wake, throw off despair
and refute the things... – by Janet Muirhead HIll | 47 Views added 3 months ago
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This is your life.
Keep it level.
Do not sell it
to the devil.
Do not fret
and do not worry.
No need to spend
life in a hurry.
Take your time.
Enjoy the pace.
Be aware
of time and place.
Enjoy this moment.
Be alive right now,... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 46 Views added 5 months ago
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Ask the groom, “What does it mean,
this marriage you propose to enter?”
“It is so great; I cannot wait,
For this home where I’m the center.
“God has given me a mate,
a lovely helpmate of my own
for me to manage and direct.
She’ll be mine... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 51 Views added 6 months ago
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When I come back in my next life
I want to be a bird.
I’ll be free from political strife,
And my ways won’t seem absurd.
I’ll soar and sing and play all day
Riding the currents of air
I’ll see the world in a different way
And will say... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 52 Views added 9 months ago
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Whenever he went to Suffern along the Erie track,
he saw a poor old farmhouse, crumbling, broken, and black.
It touched his deep compassion to see it falling apart,
so, he wrote a poem about it, revealing his tender heart.
He was a man of... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 72 Views added 10 months ago
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The saddest thing about Time, I think,
is how it marches on.
All steady, it doesn’t miss a beat;
each moment to the next is gone.
Time’s stalwart march keeps changing things.
Constant, it leaves nothing alone.
Fast or slow, but reliably,
... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 50 Views added 11 months ago
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Past deeds swept under the bridge
in the river of regret
should be gone ’cause they can’t be changed,
but, alas, they plague me yet.
Stalled in a swirling eddy,
they flood me with reminders of sin.
I want to forget my errors,
but I’m... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 46 Views added 1 year ago
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Love is like a rainbow
without its pot of gold.
Though impossible to grasp it,
It’s lovely to behold.
Love is like a vapor
a wispy, filmy cloud.
In vain I seek to hold it,
so pristine, pure, and proud.
Love is like a fountain,
a... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 55 Views added 1 year ago
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A shot rang out sharply
shivering on the cold January air
until it faded into dead silence.
heard only by a small dog,
confined in the shelter of a warm house
where provisions left for her
included food, water, and a note.
... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 40 Views added 1 year ago
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When the many troubles of the world have plagued your weary head,
You may find you cannot sleep when at last you go to bed.
Instead, the problems seem to swell, as your mind reviews them still.
And instead of finding full release, thoughts... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 54 Views added 1 year ago
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He’s bringin’ rain, ole Hurry Cane,
Racin’ ‘cross the sea.
Batten down the hatches, ‘swain.
He’s comin’ fast for thee.
His wind doth blow, twist and spin
As it churns up waves so high
Ye can see naught but walls like sin.
Your end is... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 57 Views added 1 year ago
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According to a myth of man, his is the dominant sex.
God gave him woman as his own, and on her, God placed a hex.
And in the Genesis story man wrote, it was she who made him fall.
Now, it’s his job to keep her in line; she must answer to his... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 47 Views added 1 year ago
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Oh, Mother, I’m so sorry;
Our actions have been wrong,
Taking mindless advantage
Of your patience for so long.
I grew up in your mountains
In a northern temperate zone
I thought that you would never change
If we left well enough alone.
... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 57 Views added 1 year ago
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The struggle that goes on in my head
Whether I’m up or in my bed
Makes life kind of hard.
Newton says that for every action
Comes an opposite and like reaction
Which makes life kind of hard.
It’s not so much the outside forces
But... – by Janet Muirhead hill | 48 Views added 1 year ago
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According to the myth of man
he is the dominant sex.
God gave him woman as his own
and on her, placed a hex.
And in the story that man wrote,
woman caused the fall of man
So now it's up to him to be
her master, if he can.
But when... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 44 Views added 1 year ago
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I wake up warm in a nice soft bed,
With a solid shelter above my head.
My pantry is stocked with all I need.
I have water to drink and books to read.
I can walk freely in air that is pure,
Breathing in deeply as I watch the deer.
As... – by Janet Muirhead Hill | 15 Views added 2 years ago
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