761. A Dream That Grew From Loneliness 9/3/2009
762. It Hurts My Heart 5/4/2009
763. Mother's Day (Dear Mother) 5/5/2009
764. If You'Re Hurting 5/8/2009
765. Unexpected Gift Of Friendship 5/19/2009
766. Don'T Fall In Love (If You Belong To Someone Else) 5/25/2009
767. You'Re In My Heart 4/22/2009
768. Father's Day Reminder 6/16/2009
769. An Old Love Poem 8/26/2009
770. Two Trees Sharing One Root 5/4/2009
771. Happy Mother's Day (To Young Mothers) 5/8/2009
772. Unable To Sleep 5/16/2009
773. Flowers (Haiku) 6/29/2009
774. Working Out 7/3/2009
775. Cancer Prayer - For Caregiver 6/22/2010
776. The Pharmacist 6/15/2009
777. Happy Mother's Day (To Someone Special) 5/2/2009
778. Have A Wonderful Day 5/8/2009
779. Mother's Day (Grieving Mother) 5/9/2009
780. Love Is Golden 7/29/2010
781. A Heart Is Like A Compass 5/5/2009
782. In The Solitude Of Prayer 6/1/2009
783. A Single Tear 5/1/2009
784. Ski Race 5/15/2009
785. I Slept Like A Baby Last Night 11/19/2009
786. What Dogs Teach Us About Love And Life 10/21/2009
787. Lasting Love 5/25/2009
788. Sometimes 7/7/2009
789. A Friend (Haiku) 6/25/2009
790. Mother's Day (From A Son) 5/7/2009
791. Friendship (Haiku) 5/25/2009
792. There Is Beauty In The Struggle 8/25/2009
793. A Beautiful Heart 5/8/2009

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A Beautiful Heart

Beautiful Girl
Beautiful Heart
The two don't always go together
Neither, necessarily apart

A beautiful girl
You might come across every day
and you might feel an attraction
We're wired that way

But in time you know
what others eventually learn
It's a beautiful heart
that's better to earn

Because beauty only goes so far
and is skin deep
But a beautiful heart
is forever to keep

And long after beauty has faded
she'll likely remain jaded
Vanity in its place remains
seeking approval and gains

But a beautiful ...

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The Ball

He looks down at the ball on the tee
squares his shoulders toward the hole
some 400 yards away
shifts his weight to his right foot
as he moves the club back upon an invisible plane
a smooth coiling motion felt in his torso and shoulders and legs
at a moment in the back swing...in a mystical point of suspended time
before releasing the tension and swinging down at the ball
in an empty area of his heart that only she has touched

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