What is Restless-Legs-Syndrome
RLS may be described as uncontrollable urges to move the limbs in order to stop uncomfortable, painful or odd sensations in the body, most commonly in the legs. Moving the affected...
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Friday November 27, 2009
Poetry
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Plans for decorating:
Kitchen:
All accents, like curtains, rugs, clock, plant pots, tea kettle, place mats, table cloth, napkins, etc. will be bright yellow against stark white, with a touch of black.
Living room:
Furnture and cutains will be shabby chic. Lots of floral designs and pictures. Ni limits on colors. I'm going to hang multi colored patio lights on the ceiling. I know it sounds gaudy, ...
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I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
so I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
that I didn't drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right.
The party finally ended,
and the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece.
I neve...1 Recommendation7 Comments -
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It...1 Recommendation6 Comments -
This is a poem I wrote when I first started my healing journey from childhood sexual abuse. I have shared it before with some of my friends, but now I feel that there are others whom might benefit from it. Sorry it is so big but I couldn't get it to reduce and fit to this page.
A CHILDHOOD LOST
By: Soleil
Within by heart,
Within my soul,
Your sordid actions
Took their toll.
I bui...1 Recommendation6 Comments -
For those of us in search of our inner child.
THE MIRROR
By: Soleil
I looked into the mirror &nbs...2 Recommendations4 Comments -
The Rose
It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design,
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
- The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I,
The flower God opens so sweetly,
In my hands would fade and die.
- I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
- So I'll trust Him for His ...1 Recommendation4 Comments -
MY INNER CHILD By: Soleil
I couldn’t bear to look at her
A painful past had she
She forced me to remember
All the things they did to me
I put the blame on her you see
I looked at her with shame
I wished for things that couldn’t be
I needed her to blame
I saw her as small and weak
No spine had she at all
Why didn’t she...2 Recommendations3 Comments -
There's No Place to Go But Up
I remember that day,
When he took my little hand.
Said, "want me to take you around?"
I pedaled and breaked,
Just like Daddy said.
So why did I fall to the ground?
He calmed his baby down
And whispered in my ear-
"It's true, you've had bad luck.
But when you hit the bottom,
Remember these words:
There's no place to go but up."
Plates and...1 Recommendation2 Comments -
This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, he saw me, and he asked:
My child, what is your greatest wish for today?
I responded:
'Lord please; take care of the person who is reading this message,
their family and their special friends.They deserve it and I love them very much'
The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings but Not its end
This message works on th...2 Recommendations1 Comment -
Hello to all my wonderful friends,
A friend of mine sent this to me, so I thought I would share it with the people that have had the most affect on my life... Thank you one and all!
THE VOICE OF JESUS
by Mary Hastings
I can feel the voice of Jesus,
Saying " Be still and know I am here;"
I know what you are going through,
And...1 Recommendation2 Comments
