Pages tagged with Door

Things always don't work out by the way we hope.We should think the illusion of life is colorful and varied in different postures.
Way over in good ol' Cape Town, Elmarie's son Tinley is having a friend over. Oh the pleasures young children can have, playing together, so innocent, and noisy, and uninhibited. Little did they know that today was going to turn into the nightmare of the chopped-off finger.
Our traveling feet not only march over winding paths or rocky mountains, but trudge through a journey of emotions, feel the earth like a pulse, and the heart still exists in it all.
Hints on how to shop for food for Christmas. We want to be well covered, but there's no need to ransack shops as if a third world war had broken out.
I think that most of us enjoy visits from our loved ones. It makes us feel special when someone comes to see us, it means that they care about us.
About my hostel life and some moments from past.how was your hostellife?
So lost without you I am However I knew all your plans When the door slammed in my face
A short poem about a squeaking gate that drove me crackers over a week and how I resolved the matter. We all have things sometimes that get on your nerves, can be the smallest of things occasionally.
A part of me was left behind, always rushing, running, wanting to get away
I feel that there is too much pressure on people to "keep up with the Joneses" and we end up forgetting what the true meaning of life is and how we should measure our success.
Her childrens lives are saved when a mother gets a warning from an unseen house guest.
This is just a thought for today about finding lost keys - I hope it makes you smile .
As we go into the New Year - let us hold onto the wisdom and friends of the past and walk together into the future.
Sometimes we blame the Innkeeper for closing the door on Joseph and Mary - but I believe that he was meant to do just that . !
We can stand outside the door , and never enter in to the best that is being offered , so I encourage you , step inside !
Give your child the protection he needs with the baby gates for stairs with cat door while you are able to let your pet pass through with ease.
A daft poem about a double glazing salesman at my door and why you should sometimes tell white lies.
A short poem about living life to the full no matter if you are rich or poor. Some people think that the only things in life is money.
The recent happenings of racism in the world of football and worst of all, the insensitive remarks of the FIFA president, Sepp Blatter has prompted me to write this poem on racism. One more thing is that, I was also inspired by Aiyanna to write it.
Reflections on a Father's Love. If only we mortals could show our love and succeed where we have often failed.
~standing on the cliffs’ edge~violent waves crashing beneath her~a sea lion dashed against ragged stones~eyes damp~hair blown wind~mourning the creature its death~a bit of something in herself~maudlin she thought~raised her arms~howled~a wounded thing she was~
A knock on the door. Late at night. Does she let him in?
~Rock & Roll~My oldest son, Tommy, was 25 that year~I was 50~my son-in-law, Troy, somewhere in between. Tommy threw a lead guitar riff across the room~Troy snatched it up on the drums~too strong without bass guitar to hold it up, I thought~they glanced my way & opened up the door~
~sifting through dust and snow~stealing images from others’ clothes~moths and mice, spiders throughout~crawling through the web brain~toss a stone, make a bet~who were these people~children of earth~whose future you will soon become~
~There is no recipe for love~yet it creates a glow within that reaches out to transcend our being~we may see through the eyes of another what it means to possess…~
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