Category: poems

                                                                    "INSOMNIA"

The Sun behind the clouds hides,

I know, that together with the birds
and the wind they will fall asleep
and then I really live,
to sleep I can not just.
I can hear the murmur of leaves
and the wind’s hum behind the window,
even breaths of sleepy round people
and my soul wakes up to life then.
I fear to drop something of it,
I still would like to chase this life.
then it seems me just ,
That when I fall asleep,
Then my life will go away.
Therefore, when all sleep around calmly,
I do not sleep ,I chase my running away life
I would like to more enrich it yet
I don’t want to lose anything’
what it can be kept,
-the hum of the wind behind the window,
-birds’ singing, flowers’ scent in the morning,’
-the blue of the sky,
-moon, stars and the sun
because I will say sincerely,
that I do not believe in the life after the death,
only here and now – when I live,
it happens what it is the most beautiful,
from here this insomnia mine
and this is the happiness of mine,

by E.M.- noramaj

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“Recipe for Kdness”

Sometimes the kidness and friendship remind the complicated chemical reaction, when  it will be enough only one wrong chosen element and it can be an explesion  so be careful of your gesture,words  with the  your contacts to others. Below it is a recipe for good kidness and what it goes after it a good contacts among the people.
kidness i friendship   a   ricipe for kidness


Fold two hands together
And express a dash of sorrow
Marinate it overnight
And work on it tomorrow.

Chop one grudge in tiny pieces
Add several cups of love
Dredge with a large sized smile
Mix with the ingredients above.

Dissolve the hate within you,
By doing a good deed
Cut in and help your friend
If he should be in need.

Stir in laughter, love an kindness
From the heart it has to come,
Toss with genuine forgiveness
And give your neighbor some.

The amount of people served
Will depend on you,
It can serve the whole wide world,
If you really want it to.
~ author unknown ~

I’ve got this poem  from our catskitten group in the mail of Joannie Mierzwa

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