The Road Less Traveled Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
~ Robert Frost
Friendship ~ Love Friendship is a quiet walk in the park with the one you trust
Love is when you feel like you are the only two around.
Friendship is when they gaze into your eyes and you know they care.
Love is when they gaze into your eyes and it warms your heart.
Friendship is being close even when you are far apart.
Love is when you can still feel their hand on your heart when they are not near.
Friendship is hoping that they experience the very best.
Love is when you bring them the very best.
Friendship occupies your mind.
Love occupies your soul.
Friendship is knowing that you will always try to be there when in need.
Love is when you will give up everything to be at their side.
Friendship is a warm smile in the winter.
Love is a warming touch that sends a pulse through your heart.
Love is a beautiful smile to which nothing compares:
A tender laugh, which opens your heart,
A single touch that melts away your fears,
A smell that reminds you of the tenderness of heaven,
A voice that reminds you of the innocence of youth.
Friendship can survive without love.
Love cannot live without friendship.
~ Author Unknown .
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By the bohemian, on March 9th, 2020%
“May you live all the days of your life.”
~ Jonathan Swift
He strolled in with a Daffodil
He held in his hand.
A symbol of love
And our growing life plan.
A smile and a card
A kiss and a dream
A love . . . → Read More: Daffodils and Daydreams ~
By the bohemian, on December 12th, 2019%
(Image by Josephine Wall ~ Crystal of Enchantment)
My living room is full of rainbows. Reflections on the walls show the magnificence of the complete spectrum.
I am amazed.
Amazed by their beauty
Amazed by the splendor
Amazed that such a simple sight can bring such joy.
. . . → Read More: Crystals of Enchantment ~
By the bohemian, on October 2nd, 2019%
It takes faith to believe, it also takes courage. Courage to turn away from the way it has always been and courage to venture forth in a new direction.
It takes unwaivering belief to take off into the unknown, to dance in the rain, to walk the tightrop without a net.
. . . → Read More: Courage to Believe ~
By the bohemian, on September 25th, 2019%
As the cool winds begin to blow and the night air turns cool, I am reminded once again of the feelings of Fall. I look forward to warm crackling fires and nights spent camping under the magnificent star filled skies. The feel of a warm blanket as I snuggle down for the night. The sounds . . . → Read More: Autumn In The Air ~
By the bohemian, on September 20th, 2019%
Another Labor Day has come and gone. Another whirlwind time-travel around the sun.
Such changes have come about without me even knowing when or why. Now most of our time is spent underneath the vast Nevada skies. Gone are the lazy days of California summers and lost between yesterday and today are the moments spent in the . . . → Read More: Another Labor Day Has Come And Gone ~
By the bohemian, on August 27th, 2019%
I am fascinated with lighthouses both figuratively and literally. I am drawn to their history and also their romantic analogy. I look at them and reflect on the mariners who have relied upon them, placed their trust in them and have been saved because of them. I also look to them as a . . . → Read More: Lighthouses & Friendships ~
By the bohemian, on July 30th, 2019%
Ahhh… the glory of knowing, without any wavering doubt;
Life Is Truly What We Believe It To Be.
People are ultimately good, if we look for the good; Miracles happen daily, if we only open our eyes; Love conquers evil, if we only believe.
Belief is a gift to become empowered by, it is . . . → Read More: The Time Of Your Life~
By the bohemian, on July 24th, 2019%
What is it that makes us fall in love with romantic novels, beautiful love songs and sunsets over beaches?
We stop, grab our cameras or just stare into the horizon and hold our breath as we wait for the precise moment when the sun disappears into the ocean. The color hues . . . → Read More: Dreams and Sunsets ~
By the bohemian, on July 15th, 2019%
“ Time, time ticking. It’s ticking away.”
In the scheme of things, time is relative. It is relative to where we are and what we are doing and how we feel and what we dream and what we hope and if this happens and if this doesn’t and what if and whenever and . . . → Read More: Time, Time Ticking ~
By the bohemian, on July 11th, 2019%
(Two Hearts One Love Forever)
I am in love with a man who has found serenity and contentment in his life.
I am thankful to have met him at this juncture and appreciate all of the wisdom he is able to share with me.
We met on a path that has . . . → Read More: Zwei Herzen, eine Liebe, für immer ~
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Posts InfoFeaturing Top 20/58 of Info Browse MusiciansFeaturing Top 10/14 of Musicians Browse PoemsFeaturing Top 10/19 of Poems Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.
But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
~ Maya Angelou
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