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Guest to Earth by Chance
by LuCxeed

We are guests to Earth by chance
we own nothing since birth till death
but owing much to Universe
to Nature, to Majesty beyond
to Earth
who provide us wealth
air & soil, water & land, food & clothes

Nature, Universe
Majesty beyond
and Earth
have my worship
as well theirs, those beloved
who lived with generosity, with love
as their once being Earth’s guests

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His music is a lasting legacy. As a songwriter, singer and dancer, Michael Jackson was an undoubted genius and the most important pop-music figure since Elvis Presley as well as being related to him, marrying Elvis Presley’s daughter Lisa Marie in 1964. Michael Jackson has two lovely children: daughter Paris and son Prince with ex-wife Debbie Rowe. Most of Michael Jackson's closest friends had also been child stars, one of them is actress Elizabeth Taylor who said "I loved Michael with all my soul...I don't think anyone knew how much we loved each other - the purest most giving love I've ever known."

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Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?

There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.

- from "The Gladness Of Nature"
poem by William Cullen Bryant

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Happy Mother's Day to mothers and mothers-would-be everywhere!

"Mother is such a miraculous honor.
Give life to a child. Give birth to Tomorrow.
Nurture a seed into a tree, upright.
Nurture a wholesome soul into a future hero.

Honor of honors,
as an extraordinary mother."

Excerpt from a poem in the poetry book with art "Love's Footsteps ~ dedicated to a Bridge for Wisdom to Walk on" by LuCxeed, www.loves-footsteps.com.
*music by Koen Paulissen

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A Late Walk
poem by Robert Frost

When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.

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William Shakespeare (April 23, 1564 - April 23, 1616) is the greatest writer in the English language and the world's greatest dramatist.
His extant works consist of about 38 plays, 154 sonnets and additional poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language and have been performed more often than any other playwright.

Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in England in 1564, the third of eight children to a prominent businessman and official.

It wasn't until 1592 that Shakespeare is recorded established in London as a founder member of the theatre company The Lord Chamberlain's Men. From the 1603 the company came under the patronage of King James I as The King's Men with the Globe as their theatre, which they had constructed in 1599.

It is during this time that Shakespeare wrote his most famous plays,
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A stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his hand,
And, for all burden, care.
He asked with the eyes more than the lips
For a shelter for the night,
And he turned and looked at the road afar
Without a window light.

from Love And A Question - Poem by Robert Frost

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