A Lesson in SmilingThere are too many sad poems aroundToo many works that are gray,drab,dead,and downright depressing.There are lots of disparaging words about hatred,racism,politics,religion,relationships,and life in general.So this is a poem to teach you how to smilein a world full of frowns.First, grab the left corner of your mouth,then the right,and gently pull upwards to form a smilelike this ---------------------> Now, this is the important part:To keep the smile there without having to hold it,Close your eyesand think of something that fills you with joy......it could be the sunshine,fresh baked cookies,your child's toothy grin,the smell of a new book,grass waving in the summer breeze,a warm hug from your lover,the feel of sand between your toes,a bird's morning symphony,or just about anything really.Do you have that thought?Hold on to itNow let go of your lipsand VOILA! The smile should linger!Now, there are plenty of sad things in this world,Plenty of reasons
Piggy McGeeHello helloAnd how do you doPiggy McGee's my nameHow did I getSuch an awful ID?My father's the one to blame!When I was bornI was rather pinkWith a nose that was too big"Oh ho!" said Dad,"Our boy is strange,And looks just like a pig!"My mom agreedAnd then decreedThat I'd be christened PiggyYet to this dayMy body shapeIs always rather twiggy!
The Awakening - PrologueJeremiah Smith coughed slightly and adjusted his sweater in the chill of the afternoon. Watery grey light spilled across the scrubbed wooden floor, yet provided little warmth. He would have to throw another log or two into the stove later; for now, he was gathering his thoughts. His grandkids would be coming soon, and he wanted to make sure he had his facts straight.Jeremiah was an excellent storyteller; the village folk were constantly asking for his talent at their petty gatherings. He used to venture out more; to the pubs and bonfires, the village feasts and celebrations. With a gin or two (though he preferred whiskey), Jeremiah would open up and become the life of the party. He would tell all sorts of tales of the past the time before the Awakening.What made his stories so fascinating is that they couldn't possibly be true. He could make men weep and women sigh with his anecdotes; children screamed with laughter and trembled in fear. But, over time, Jeremiah became embitte