<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838</id><updated>2012-01-19T11:41:40.501-08:00</updated><category term='Inspirational Poems'/><category term='Love Poems'/><category term='Thank You Poems'/><category term='Birthday Poems'/><category term='Friendship Poems'/><category term='Wedding Poems'/><category term='Funny Poems'/><title type='text'>Free Romantic Love Online | Sad Friendship | Thank You Funny | 2st Birthday | Wedding Poem</title><subtitle type='html'>Free Romantic Love Poems Online, Funny Valentines Day, Funny Wedding anniversary, 21st Birthday, Sad Encourgement Friendship, Inspirational Thank you Poems</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-2527491200279741834</id><published>2008-05-04T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:23:26.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Poems'/><title type='text'>Vitamins</title><content type='html'>If there are others out there&lt;br /&gt;who also take twenty-three&lt;br /&gt;pills at a time four times&lt;br /&gt;every day, please contact me&lt;br /&gt;through the personals. We can&lt;br /&gt;help each other force them down.&lt;br /&gt;I will say they are tiny sandbags&lt;br /&gt;keeping things on course. Youll reply&lt;br /&gt;they are the flow itself, the tao.&lt;br /&gt;We will look shyly at each other.&lt;br /&gt;We will start to kiss. Together&lt;br /&gt;we will feel them ooze and sidle&lt;br /&gt;in teams through the digestive&lt;br /&gt;tract like synchronized swimmers.&lt;br /&gt;Who else will know your insides&lt;br /&gt;like me? The warm flush of waves&lt;br /&gt;when that orange horse pill hits&lt;br /&gt;the blood like a boulder. The fizz&lt;br /&gt;of cartilage holding itself together&lt;br /&gt;for another six hours. Time release&lt;br /&gt;capsules for dry bones, bleached&lt;br /&gt;desert rats gulping down canteen&lt;br /&gt;after canteen. What couple could&lt;br /&gt;have more in common than a continual&lt;br /&gt;dissolving? I am a young seventy-nine.&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a minumum taker of sixty&lt;br /&gt;pills daily. Call me if you want&lt;br /&gt;to twist some tops off. Lets rattle&lt;br /&gt;the bottles till they´re gone. Smokers okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: James Doyle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-2527491200279741834?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/2527491200279741834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=2527491200279741834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2527491200279741834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2527491200279741834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/vitamins.html' title='Vitamins'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4902155999703867342</id><published>2008-05-03T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:42:03.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Thanks For The Gift #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow, thank you for the lovely gift;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It’s something I would  choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It gave my spirits quite a lift,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It’s something I will  use!&lt;br /&gt;It's special.Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Karl Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4902155999703867342?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4902155999703867342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4902155999703867342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4902155999703867342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4902155999703867342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/thanks-for-gift-1.html' title='Thanks For The Gift #1'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-3436250414719257983</id><published>2008-05-03T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:39:00.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Thanks For The Gift #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is just to let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How special your gift made me  feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It shows me how very thoughtful you are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your gift to me was  ideal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Karl Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-3436250414719257983?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/3436250414719257983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=3436250414719257983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/3436250414719257983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/3436250414719257983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/thanks-for-gift-2.html' title='Thanks For The Gift #2'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-7890320062092029161</id><published>2008-05-03T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:37:53.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Thanks For The Gift #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for the lovely gift;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You didn’t have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You have  a good and gracious heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But then, I always knew it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love this, and I think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With fondness and with  pleasure;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The gift is great, but even more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It’s your thoughtfulness I  treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Joanna Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-7890320062092029161?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4179327698565412040</id><published>2008-05-03T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:36:21.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>You Didn’t Have To</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for what you did;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You didn’t have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’m glad  someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Could help me to get through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ll always think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With a glad and grateful heart;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You are  very special;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I knew it from the start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Joanna Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4179327698565412040?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4179327698565412040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4179327698565412040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4179327698565412040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4179327698565412040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-didnt-have-to.html' title='You Didn’t Have To'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-5287938284433906729</id><published>2008-05-03T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:35:06.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Help and Caring</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for doing what you did;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You are kind beyond belief;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your  help and caring calmed me down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And gave me soothing relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Karl n Joanna Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-5287938284433906729?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/5287938284433906729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=5287938284433906729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5287938284433906729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5287938284433906729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/help-and-caring.html' title='Help and Caring'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-8893004273733868710</id><published>2008-05-03T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:33:37.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>It Doesn’t Seem Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to tell you "Thank you,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it doesn’t seem enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Words  don’t seem sufficient--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Blah, blah" and all that stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please know I have deep feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About your generous act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really  appreciate you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You’re special, and that’s a fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Joanna Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-8893004273733868710?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-8411368569450700995</id><published>2008-05-03T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:32:05.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Thank You for Being You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for (the gift/your kindness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for being the  person you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;kind and thoughtful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sensitive and considerate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a  generous and thoughtful giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You are unselfish always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;putting others  before yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;making me/us feel special and important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is a  privilege and a pleasure to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Joanna Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-8411368569450700995?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/8411368569450700995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=8411368569450700995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/8411368569450700995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/8411368569450700995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you-for-being-you.html' title='Thank You for Being You'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-3166178926123947660</id><published>2008-05-03T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:28:55.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>For All You Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you so much for all you do;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You're truly a delight;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When my  life overwhelms and does me in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You make everything all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Karl n Joanna Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-3166178926123947660?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/3166178926123947660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=3166178926123947660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/3166178926123947660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/3166178926123947660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-all-you-do.html' title='For All You Do'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-9116726520801364133</id><published>2008-05-03T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:27:29.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>I Appreciate You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You are a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;who makes life easier and better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;for everyone  around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your continual acts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;of thoughtfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and  kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;brighten each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What you did for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;will glow in my  memory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;reviving pleasant feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;every time I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I  appreciate you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Joanna Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-9116726520801364133?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/9116726520801364133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=9116726520801364133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/9116726520801364133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/9116726520801364133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-appreciate-you.html' title='I Appreciate You'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-696403714232656107</id><published>2008-05-03T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:25:40.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Your Loving Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You touch my life with your kindness;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know just what I  need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your loving heart shows its caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In your every thought and  deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Joanna Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-696403714232656107?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/696403714232656107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=696403714232656107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/696403714232656107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/696403714232656107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/your-loving-heart.html' title='Your Loving Heart'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-6025756795276107191</id><published>2008-05-03T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:24:17.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>You Made My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I appreciate your kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More than words can say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The very nice  thing you did for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Really made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Joanna Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-6025756795276107191?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/6025756795276107191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=6025756795276107191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6025756795276107191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6025756795276107191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-made-my-day.html' title='You Made My Day'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-124057749921218764</id><published>2008-05-03T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:21:50.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>You Care About People</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You care about people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You are generous with your  time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;giving of your energy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lavish with your unselfish deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will  remember your kindness to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for brightening my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;with your  thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It really meant a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Joanna Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-124057749921218764?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/124057749921218764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=124057749921218764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/124057749921218764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/124057749921218764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-care-about-people.html' title='You Care About People'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-8237623479388152613</id><published>2008-05-03T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:19:29.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Thanks for the Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for the good times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The days you filled with  pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for fond memories,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And for feelings I'll always  treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Karl Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-8237623479388152613?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/8237623479388152613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=8237623479388152613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/8237623479388152613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/8237623479388152613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/thanks-for-good-times.html' title='Thanks for the Good Times'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-5678237460454349123</id><published>2008-05-03T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:13:30.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really appreciate you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your helpful, giving ways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And how your  generous heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your unselfishness displays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thank you for your kindness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will not soon forget;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You’re one  of the nicest people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Joanna Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-5678237460454349123?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/5678237460454349123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=5678237460454349123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5678237460454349123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5678237460454349123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you_03.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-5466523091428620530</id><published>2008-05-03T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:00:23.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>I'm Happy You Came</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(41, 66, 90);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Shrouded with the acceptance of this curse&lt;br /&gt;Don't force the darkness, trust me, I've seen the worst&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie, it did really hurt, quite a lot actually&lt;br /&gt;but the past is the past&lt;br /&gt;and it went for as long as it would last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life, we'll feel a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;We'll survive a lot rain&lt;br /&gt;We'll excuse a lot shame&lt;br /&gt;Have a spirit in our veins of those&lt;br /&gt;Feelings we can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Words fall from our caves&lt;br /&gt;Some will leave, some will remain&lt;br /&gt;We'll have people forever stained&lt;br /&gt;within the confides of our hearts and mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is when I thank you for, everything&lt;br /&gt;I've accepted that you've moved on&lt;br /&gt;And I plan to do the same&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and heavenly memories&lt;br /&gt;I plan to grip till the end&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad, to say what we had&lt;br /&gt;was spectacular in its own divine way&lt;br /&gt;So I'll toast and pour the champagne&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, happy you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some hidden characteristics&lt;br /&gt;That you walked in and willingly fixed&lt;br /&gt;Such a belated sense of joy&lt;br /&gt;That you resurrected from this boy&lt;br /&gt;We've been past, all the yelling and blaming&lt;br /&gt;and the dwelling and the aiming&lt;br /&gt;I'm gratifying all you've helped me mend&lt;br /&gt;and now, here we are sitting,&lt;br /&gt;at your midnight wedding party,&lt;br /&gt;and you just met my new girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came smile, its alright&lt;br /&gt;We can laugh and take a walk&lt;br /&gt;We jump past the hidden roses and&lt;br /&gt;the gravely bedrock&lt;br /&gt;to come to a small and sparkling bridge&lt;br /&gt;one that has lost its former rustic image&lt;br /&gt;We can congratulate each other for what we have became&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always remain appreciative of your tender giving&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be thankful that you came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Author:Samantha Kathleen Burthon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(41, 66, 90);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(41, 66, 90);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(41, 66, 90);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(41, 66, 90);"&gt;    &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-5466523091428620530?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/5466523091428620530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-155899404084077550</id><published>2008-05-03T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:02:24.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>For My Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 66, 90);font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;You were there when I was born&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to speak&lt;br /&gt;And helped me take my first steps&lt;br /&gt;You held my hand when I was in pain&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the daughter you dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;You helped me grow into the woman I am&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to believe in myself&lt;br /&gt;And follow my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You have been there when I needed a friend&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not everything you thought I would be&lt;br /&gt;You went through a lot for me to be me&lt;br /&gt;You can't give me everything&lt;br /&gt;And now I know why&lt;br /&gt;After all you're just my mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Deanna C Killey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-155899404084077550?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/155899404084077550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=155899404084077550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/155899404084077550'/><link rel='self' 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yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for giving us more attention than anything else.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for brightening our day when you come home,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for calling, just to hear my voice on the phone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for loving the way my flub makes that sound,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for loving me no matter who is around.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for blessing me with 9 years of Valentines Day dates.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for being my lover, friend and soul mate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for being a true man of God,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for standing on His promises when others think it's odd.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for giving me what no other woman can claim,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for the deed to your heart, your love, your last name.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for all that you do on a daily basis,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for the little things that make this our oasis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for including me in your circle of trust and love,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for being a true blessing from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Author:Genny Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-3144757696457466664?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/3144757696457466664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=3144757696457466664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/3144757696457466664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/3144757696457466664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-5425997966374034109</id><published>2008-05-03T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T05:53:56.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Poems'/><title type='text'>God's Boxes of Love</title><content type='html'>I have in my hands two boxes  &lt;br /&gt;Which God gave me to hold&lt;br /&gt;He said,"Put all your sorrows in the black,  &lt;br /&gt;And all your joys in the gold."&lt;br /&gt;I heeded his words, and in the two boxes  &lt;br /&gt;Both my joys and sorrows I store&lt;br /&gt;But though the gold became heavier each day  &lt;br /&gt;The black was as light as before&lt;br /&gt;With curiosity, I opened the black  &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to find out why&lt;br /&gt;And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole  &lt;br /&gt;Which my sorrows had fallen out by&lt;br /&gt;I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud,  &lt;br /&gt;"I wonder where my sorrows could be."&lt;br /&gt;He smiled a gentle smile at me. &lt;br /&gt; "My child, they're all here with me."&lt;br /&gt;I asked,"God, why give me the boxes, &lt;br /&gt;"Why the gold, and the black with the hole?"&lt;br /&gt;"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,  &lt;br /&gt;the black is for you to let go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Limin Hong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-5425997966374034109?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/5425997966374034109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=5425997966374034109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5425997966374034109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5425997966374034109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/gods-boxes-of-love.html' title='God&apos;s Boxes of Love'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-5093112565674679999</id><published>2008-05-03T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T05:46:57.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Encouraging words &lt;br /&gt;smiles they bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words that hurt&lt;br /&gt;feel the sting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurtful words  &lt;br /&gt;pierce like a spear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promising words  &lt;br /&gt;we hold so dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of hope  &lt;br /&gt;deliver good cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of despair  &lt;br /&gt;cause many tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complimentary words  &lt;br /&gt;spoken so gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word that bring heartache  &lt;br /&gt;voiced intently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of sadness  &lt;br /&gt;crush a spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving words  &lt;br /&gt;uplift souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can be powerful &lt;br /&gt;mouth them with more control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind-hearted words  &lt;br /&gt;pass the love with thoughtfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so hard to utter &lt;br /&gt;instead of words that digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Ken Snyder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-5093112565674679999?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/5093112565674679999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=5093112565674679999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5093112565674679999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5093112565674679999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/encouraging-words-smiles-they-bring.html' title=''/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4019195937256535731</id><published>2008-05-03T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T05:41:55.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Poems'/><title type='text'>I love all beauteous things</title><content type='html'>I love all beauteous things,&lt;br /&gt;I seek and adore them;&lt;br /&gt;God hath no better praise,&lt;br /&gt;And man in his hasty days&lt;br /&gt;Is honoured for them.&lt;br /&gt;I too will something make&lt;br /&gt;And joy in the making!&lt;br /&gt;Altho' tomorrow it seem'&lt;br /&gt;Like the empty words of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Remembered, on waking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Robert Bridges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4019195937256535731?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4019195937256535731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4019195937256535731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4019195937256535731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4019195937256535731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-all-beauteous-things.html' title='I love all beauteous things'/><author><name>Yupture 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/&gt;Building a tower above the head of woe.&lt;br /&gt;Nor is there fairer work for beauty found&lt;br /&gt;Than that she win in nature her release&lt;br /&gt;From all the woes that in the world abound;&lt;br /&gt;Nay with his sorrow may his love increase,&lt;br /&gt;If from man's greater need beauty redound,&lt;br /&gt;And claim his tears for homage of his peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Robert Bridges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-1281913509430078614?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/1281913509430078614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=1281913509430078614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1281913509430078614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1281913509430078614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-beauty-being-best-of-all-we-know.html' title='For beauty being the best of all we know'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-2364942314765228940</id><published>2008-05-03T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T05:37:45.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Poems'/><title type='text'>Fire and Ice</title><content type='html'>Some say the world will end in fire,&lt;br /&gt;Some say in ice.&lt;br /&gt;From what I've tasted of desire&lt;br /&gt;I hold with those who favour fire.&lt;br /&gt;But if it had to perish twice,&lt;br /&gt;I think I know enough of hate&lt;br /&gt;To say that for destruction ice&lt;br /&gt;Is also great&lt;br /&gt;And would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Robert Frost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-2364942314765228940?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/2364942314765228940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=2364942314765228940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You took me in under your wings&lt;br /&gt;When I was too scared to fly&lt;br /&gt;You told me  that I had to live&lt;br /&gt;When all I wanted was to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw the fear and  sadness I had&lt;br /&gt;By only the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;You said I didn't have to  talk-&lt;br /&gt;You were the first to give me that choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me just to  take my time&lt;br /&gt;We'll always have next week&lt;br /&gt;There were many, many  times&lt;br /&gt;When you'd just let me weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You somehow made me smile,  though&lt;br /&gt;Through my pain and all the tears&lt;br /&gt;You told me all about my  life&lt;br /&gt;And what happened in those years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise you were  right&lt;br /&gt;You already knew me so well&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to stick with you&lt;br /&gt;"I  like her already, I can tell. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You opened my heart very slow&lt;br /&gt;And took  a look inside&lt;br /&gt;Then you found the part of me&lt;br /&gt;That I wanted so badly to  hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't laugh, nor did you leave&lt;br /&gt;You didn't say I was  wrong&lt;br /&gt;You told me that I'd be fine -&lt;br /&gt;Something I'd needed so  long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized something was wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I sat there all those  days&lt;br /&gt;Then I finally figured it out&lt;br /&gt;It was something I didn't  say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you was all that I could get out&lt;br /&gt;Though I wanted to say much  more&lt;br /&gt;You have taught me of life and love&lt;br /&gt;And that I have something to live  for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-3951194837415411642?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-718711635152665155</id><published>2008-04-30T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:51:31.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I could write for hours,&lt;br /&gt;Use the finest words in Webster's,&lt;br /&gt;Fill pages  upon pages with verse -&lt;br /&gt;Only two words are needed,&lt;br /&gt;Two words are  everything I want to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words, two  syllables&lt;br /&gt;So tiny,&lt;br /&gt;In these words I say so many things -&lt;br /&gt;You are very  special,&lt;br /&gt;Holding my hand when the world is too much,&lt;br /&gt;Hugging me when I can  not bear life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shown you my heart of  hearts,&lt;br /&gt;The person inside I am afraid to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet words and  sweet face,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing me back from the edge,&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is . .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Ryan Waege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-718711635152665155?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/718711635152665155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=718711635152665155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/718711635152665155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/718711635152665155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you_30.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4253457414186497582</id><published>2008-04-30T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T02:08:01.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Poems'/><title type='text'>Money and Life</title><content type='html'>Isn't Money Funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, money, moneyIsn’t it funny?&lt;br /&gt;Some crave for a penny&lt;br /&gt;Some own cores many&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger&lt;br /&gt;I would believe indeed&lt;br /&gt;That money is not all&lt;br /&gt;That we need&lt;br /&gt;But we grow up&lt;br /&gt;And so we learn&lt;br /&gt;That we earn to live&lt;br /&gt;And live to earn&lt;br /&gt;Food, clothing and shelter&lt;br /&gt;Is not everything we require&lt;br /&gt;These things evenA beggar does acquire&lt;br /&gt;I thought all we need&lt;br /&gt;Is love and friends&lt;br /&gt;And our search&lt;br /&gt;For happiness there ends&lt;br /&gt;But in this world&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes for free&lt;br /&gt;To win these too&lt;br /&gt;Money holds the key&lt;br /&gt;Money not, only god,&lt;br /&gt;Earning the only prayer&lt;br /&gt;Spending the only religion,&lt;br /&gt;It’s the only thing we care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: ty. bohls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4253457414186497582?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-3294428070173474411</id><published>2008-04-28T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T12:22:04.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Poems'/><title type='text'>Dear Mom</title><content type='html'>As a "wee babe,"&lt;br /&gt;I was unaware of&lt;br /&gt;Life's Journey,&lt;br /&gt;True Love and the&lt;br /&gt;Pursuit of Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult with my own--&lt;br /&gt;"wee babe" --Meredith,&lt;br /&gt;I know that: "With God All Things are Possible,"&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 19:26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My celebration of Life's Journey,&lt;br /&gt;True Love, and the&lt;br /&gt;Pursuit of Happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Has been met with trials and tribulations,&lt;br /&gt;And, so has yours.&lt;br /&gt;But, in the end--&lt;br /&gt;I have found that within Life's Journey,&lt;br /&gt;There are true love and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must Aim Sky High,&lt;br /&gt;To reach one's ultimate goals in life.&lt;br /&gt;I have!!!&lt;br /&gt;And, the end result is astonishing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always known that--&lt;br /&gt;From the day I was born,&lt;br /&gt;'til now,&lt;br /&gt;From my head to my toes,&lt;br /&gt;You will forever love me, As I do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as you long for my visit,&lt;br /&gt;Remember this: I will forever love you--&lt;br /&gt;Because we've made memories,&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me,&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Deborah Marie Bennett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-3294428070173474411?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-6414281143669609206</id><published>2008-04-28T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T12:17:49.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Poems'/><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Words have started terrible strife that has torn the world apart;&lt;br /&gt;Words have healed and comforted many a despondent heart.&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing words are better spoken and received by old and young,&lt;br /&gt;Rather than abrasive words of venom, spewed by acidic tongue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of hope are always welcomed by friends who are down,&lt;br /&gt;Easing their burdens and erasing that worrisome frown.&lt;br /&gt;A daily hug and words of love to those of family dear,&lt;br /&gt;Will return a hundredfold the words you'd love to hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When loss of friends is keenly felt and words are hard to find,&lt;br /&gt;With dear ones perhaps 'tis best just to sit with hands entwined.&lt;br /&gt;For a job well done, 'tis good to hear meaningful words of praise,&lt;br /&gt;Encouraging words, not just trite and empty phrase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twould be well for kids to hear the words the Master taught,&lt;br /&gt;To gird them for their earthly trek with temptations fraught.&lt;br /&gt;Mere poets will ne'er attain the homage afforded David's Psalms;&lt;br /&gt;His words flow like honey, as soothing as an air of Brahms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans will surely go awry should words be misconstrued;&lt;br /&gt;Consternation and confusion will reign, 'tis easy to conclude.&lt;br /&gt;'Tis well to remember that words spoken cannot be retrieved;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 'twould be best to curb the tongue, lest others be aggrieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-6414281143669609206?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/6414281143669609206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=6414281143669609206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6414281143669609206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6414281143669609206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4213070963196744683</id><published>2008-04-27T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T05:36:16.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>As we walked along</title><content type='html'>We felt like two teenagers&lt;br /&gt;As we walked along the trail&lt;br /&gt;Feeling free and happy&lt;br /&gt;Knowing our love will never fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both felt like dancing&lt;br /&gt;While hand in hand, strolling along&lt;br /&gt;On this cool summers evening&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts sang our loves song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moonbeams danced across the field&lt;br /&gt;As we glanced across the way&lt;br /&gt;With the moon so brightly shining&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to give a glowing ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were close in each others arms&lt;br /&gt;As gracefully our feet moved in glide&lt;br /&gt;Dancing together amongst the moonbeams&lt;br /&gt;While they were shining by our side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Ethel GG Kent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4213070963196744683?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4213070963196744683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4213070963196744683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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wanders to thoughts of love&lt;br /&gt;It is always you I am thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;I see your eyes so dark, so very fine&lt;br /&gt;Making me wonder how you became mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair so dark, so long down to your waist&lt;br /&gt;Lips so sweet, such a wonderful taste,&lt;br /&gt;You feel so soft when you are in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Melting my heart with all of your charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel the current, so intense, sublime&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are very sweet and fine,&lt;br /&gt;Making love with you is more than heaven&lt;br /&gt;To know you love me, a blessing given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts of you make my heart beat faster&lt;br /&gt;To ever lose you would be such disaster,&lt;br /&gt;I could never live without you now my dear&lt;br /&gt;As you are the one for me, is so very clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen to the words I write for you&lt;br /&gt;All that you ever say to me, as well as do&lt;br /&gt;Makes it clear you are my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you could never become old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By GARY SALTER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-3390189629575523061?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/3390189629575523061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=3390189629575523061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/3390189629575523061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/3390189629575523061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts-of-love.html' title='Thoughts of love'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-2630310174642180527</id><published>2008-04-27T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T05:36:16.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>If I could have just one wish</title><content type='html'>If I could have just one wish,&lt;br /&gt;I would wish to wake up everyday&lt;br /&gt;to the sound of your breath on my neck,&lt;br /&gt;the warmth of your lips on my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;the touch of your fingers on my skin,&lt;br /&gt;and the feel of your heart beating with mine...&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I could never find that feeling&lt;br /&gt;with anyone other than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Courtney Kuchta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-2630310174642180527?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/2630310174642180527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=2630310174642180527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2630310174642180527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2630310174642180527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-i-could-have-just-one-wish.html' title='If I could have just one wish'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4431034773596733465</id><published>2008-04-27T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T05:36:16.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Love</title><content type='html'>If I could spend a day with you,&lt;br /&gt;we'd never get enough of each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;We'd hold hands as we strolled&lt;br /&gt;along the beach and we'd talk about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could spend an evening with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd cherish each minute that we're together.&lt;br /&gt;I'd stare into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and, without a single word,&lt;br /&gt;you'd know how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could spend a night with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd hold you in my arms the&lt;br /&gt;whole night long...&lt;br /&gt;and I'd make passionate love to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could spend my life with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd try to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'd always be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;wiping away your tears when&lt;br /&gt;you're sad or blue,and every day,&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you how much I cherish you&lt;br /&gt;and our beautiful love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4431034773596733465?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4431034773596733465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4431034773596733465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4431034773596733465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4431034773596733465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/beautiful-love.html' title='Beautiful Love'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-2480611150646698939</id><published>2008-04-27T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T05:36:16.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Do you love me ?</title><content type='html'>Do you love me when the stars are out&lt;br /&gt;Can you see where I am&lt;br /&gt;The brightest star tonight&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me when you see the moon&lt;br /&gt;As the world turns, can you reach out and touch me&lt;br /&gt;Is my hair soft and golden,&lt;br /&gt;Are my eyes close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me when the sun shines on a flower&lt;br /&gt;Can you smell the grass and trees&lt;br /&gt;Is that where you will find me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be all of yours&lt;br /&gt;Will you look at a butterfly and know I have passed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me when you see a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Is my heart beating in time or space&lt;br /&gt;Will you come to me if I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see you as I read many books to learn&lt;br /&gt;My soul is calling yours, will you answer&lt;br /&gt;You speak in every language&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice in the distance&lt;br /&gt;I see you everywhere I turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me when I am walking near the ocean&lt;br /&gt;As the seagulls sing above&lt;br /&gt;And the sky reminds me of the blue in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be part of who I am&lt;br /&gt;And when you do, we will be as one&lt;br /&gt;I have an unconditional love,&lt;br /&gt;Which I would like you to share&lt;br /&gt;Do you see my heart loving you,&lt;br /&gt;Until the end is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Linda Ann Henry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-2480611150646698939?l=yupture.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-6674406240479289116</id><published>2008-04-27T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T05:36:16.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Once in a lifetime</title><content type='html'>Once in a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;Some one you meet&lt;br /&gt;Will steal your heart away,&lt;br /&gt;Sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that love is shared,&lt;br /&gt;Stays fresh and strong&lt;br /&gt;It will keep lasting&lt;br /&gt;Your whole life long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of such a love&lt;br /&gt;Many memories we have made&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams have come true&lt;br /&gt;The love has still stayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been tested and tried&lt;br /&gt;But bounced back every time&lt;br /&gt;Because it's true love&lt;br /&gt;My husband's and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Betty Hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-6674406240479289116?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/6674406240479289116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=6674406240479289116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6674406240479289116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6674406240479289116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/once-in-lifetime.html' title='Once in a lifetime'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-5471877380143047440</id><published>2008-04-27T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T05:36:16.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>I found a love</title><content type='html'>I found a love that I know is true&lt;br /&gt;A feeling I had never known&lt;br /&gt;The way it takes away my blues&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow of feelings are now shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a love that makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;Even when things are not just right&lt;br /&gt;Making the best of all that can be&lt;br /&gt;Always feeling my heart take flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a love that will last forever&lt;br /&gt;Souls are bound with passion's fire&lt;br /&gt;To be able to live without it, never&lt;br /&gt;As it has fulfilled my every desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a love and it's name is you&lt;br /&gt;Your name is love, all it's meaning&lt;br /&gt;I know this because of what you do&lt;br /&gt;As well as the way I have been feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By GARY SALTER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-5471877380143047440?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/5471877380143047440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=5471877380143047440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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starts each morning,&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion to each day.&lt;br /&gt;You are in all that I do,&lt;br /&gt;And everything I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;The twinkle in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;The warmth inside my heart,&lt;br /&gt;The fullness in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the hand that’s laced in mine,&lt;br /&gt;And the coat upon my back.&lt;br /&gt;My friend, my love,&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my silly, mature, caring,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful, bright, and honest guy.&lt;br /&gt;The one who holds me tightly,&lt;br /&gt;When I need to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the dimple in my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;The ever-constant tingle in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;The voice that makes me weak,&lt;br /&gt;The happiness of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all I’ve wanted,&lt;br /&gt;You are all I need.&lt;br /&gt;You are all I’ve dreamed of,&lt;br /&gt;You are all of this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Melissa Collette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-5661748763851312914?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/5661748763851312914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=5661748763851312914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5661748763851312914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5661748763851312914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/youre-thought.html' title='You’re the thought'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-2175009339350351912</id><published>2008-04-27T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T05:36:16.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Eternity Of Your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Your love is... an ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Where sand meets the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Waves of love rolling over me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your love comes to me,&lt;br /&gt;As the tide comes to the shore,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting and needing to embrace me more,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your love is... the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Shinning across the shimmering sea,&lt;br /&gt;Deep, wide, strong, and calm.&lt;br /&gt;Always there to carry me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your love is...my shelter,&lt;br /&gt;My compass, my true north,&lt;br /&gt;Where ever I go, your love is guiding me forth,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your love is.... the fresh ocean breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Gently sweeping across my face,&lt;br /&gt;Touching me from place to place,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your love is...&lt;br /&gt;The salty air I smell,&lt;br /&gt;Clearing my thoughts and thinking,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your love is...&lt;br /&gt;The life preserver that keeps me from sinking,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I go there to the sea,&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone, for your love is with me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel you all around,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty, the wind, the mystery,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your love engulfs me,&lt;br /&gt;Takes my breath away,&lt;br /&gt;Holds me in wind's arms,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Dancing memories of your charms,&lt;br /&gt;Never escape my deepest memory,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So if ever our souls part to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Meet me there, where the sea meets the sky,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your love will forever be with me,&lt;br /&gt;Where the sands touch the sea,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our love lives on,&lt;br /&gt;Our love flows back out into all eternity &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Millette Addison &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-2175009339350351912?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/2175009339350351912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=2175009339350351912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2175009339350351912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2175009339350351912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/eternity-of-your-love.html' title='Eternity Of Your Love'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-7228131386307126135</id><published>2008-04-26T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:23:56.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Thank You for the Gift of Understanding (to mother)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for the gift of understanding,&lt;br /&gt;How deep within the heart one's love can go&lt;br /&gt;A mother is the organ tone of feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Now grounding us in sorrow,now in healing,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing all the passion one can know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years of independence notwithstanding,&lt;br /&gt;On you all other loves depend,revealing&lt;br /&gt;Underneath our waves,your undertow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-7228131386307126135?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/7228131386307126135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=7228131386307126135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Wind Friend</title><content type='html'>Out she reaches touching this darkened soil of an aged earth.&lt;br /&gt;Soft hair and tender eyes she walks this path to its very end.&lt;br /&gt;Colours reaching from a gentle wind giving life's beauty a natural worth.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly bowing, rising, turning, from this smile it sent my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Jim Williamson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4061165266371283544?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4061165266371283544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4061165266371283544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you and I&lt;br /&gt;Is only a heartbeat away,&lt;br /&gt;For you and I dwell in each other's heart -&lt;br /&gt;There forever we will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know all my emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Many they may be.&lt;br /&gt;You know when to be gentle,&lt;br /&gt;And when to chastise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two gentle souls deeply connected,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts not spoken,&lt;br /&gt;There is no need -&lt;br /&gt;For the other knows what one is thinking&lt;br /&gt;Even before they speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all the love I have&lt;br /&gt;In my heart today,&lt;br /&gt;I want to express to you&lt;br /&gt;These feelings I want to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Pauline Hamblin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-1280565235566148152?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4427729554576170897</id><published>2008-04-23T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:27:58.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>I gaze into twin pools of warmth&lt;br /&gt;Bright and sparkling&lt;br /&gt;I see something indescribable&lt;br /&gt;Something I can't quite put my finger on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin pool, blazing and brilliant&lt;br /&gt;Making all your sweetness&lt;br /&gt;And all your compassion&lt;br /&gt;Crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin pools shimmering and glimmering&lt;br /&gt;Showing how you're&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, sensitive, caring and kind&lt;br /&gt;Funny athletic cunning and friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin pools, so animated and intense&lt;br /&gt;Help me to share&lt;br /&gt;Your love of life,&lt;br /&gt;Your life of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gaze into twin pools of warmth and&lt;br /&gt;I see the sweetest person I've ever met or ever will meet&lt;br /&gt;I recognize a sincere and honest guy who can never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;I realize you are so special because&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I witness a miracle, I find a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Reese&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4427729554576170897?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4427729554576170897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4427729554576170897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4427729554576170897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4427729554576170897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-3168954899160332035</id><published>2008-04-23T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:25:45.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Two separate lives brought together&lt;br /&gt;Our love and friendship shared forever.&lt;br /&gt;The laughs, the love, even some tears&lt;br /&gt;Were planned to be spent all our years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day things fell apart,&lt;br /&gt;And time and hurt pulled at our heart.&lt;br /&gt;"Together always," were words only said;&lt;br /&gt;And reality was, it was all in our head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through it all, we truly shine;&lt;br /&gt;It will be you and me till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you always," will now be said&lt;br /&gt;and a great friendship waits ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Jordanna Tillinghast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-3168954899160332035?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/3168954899160332035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=3168954899160332035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/3168954899160332035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/3168954899160332035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/story.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-7001431661754325298</id><published>2008-04-23T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:23:20.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; When you are sad,&lt;br /&gt;and you feel you can't go on.&lt;br /&gt;Tears well in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and the pain is so strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far from your friends,&lt;br /&gt;and you're all on your own.&lt;br /&gt;No-one to run to,&lt;br /&gt;So very alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all seems so useless,&lt;br /&gt;and you can't take anymore.&lt;br /&gt;As you put on your coat,&lt;br /&gt;and head for the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there once,&lt;br /&gt;lost, all alone&lt;br /&gt;You can cry in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;Just pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are lonely and feeling so blue&lt;br /&gt;Someone is thinking ...thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by Peter Finlayson&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- /class="poembox" --&gt;                   &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-6950217750035231"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 15; google_ad_format = "468x15_0ads_al"; google_ad_channel ="0461250469"; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = "FFFFFF"; google_color_link = "003366"; google_color_url = "99999F"; google_color_text = "4E4F80"; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-7001431661754325298?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/7001431661754325298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=7001431661754325298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7001431661754325298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7001431661754325298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-7789642962791967660</id><published>2008-04-23T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:21:16.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>To My Kindred Spirit</title><content type='html'>We share secrets, we laugh and even cry,&lt;br /&gt;We have so much in common,&lt;br /&gt;Concerns, likes and dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;Ours is a relationship joined by&lt;br /&gt;Tender velvet chains that link our&lt;br /&gt;similar dreams of life and love.&lt;br /&gt;A gentle intuition guides us in our&lt;br /&gt;individual struggles to succeed&lt;br /&gt;at the things we pursue, to stand&lt;br /&gt;out from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;In you I have found so much of myself,&lt;br /&gt;Including many of the same&lt;br /&gt;Insecurities and philosophies.&lt;br /&gt;Complete inner-peace and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I wish for you,&lt;br /&gt;in the present and in the future&lt;br /&gt;because you are my kindred spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Todd-Michael St. Pierre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-7789642962791967660?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/7789642962791967660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=7789642962791967660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7789642962791967660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7789642962791967660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-my-kindred-spirit.html' title='To My Kindred Spirit'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-299919447156863683</id><published>2008-04-23T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:16:18.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>Moment in Time</title><content type='html'>We talked,&lt;br /&gt;We walked,&lt;br /&gt;for a Moment in Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You passed through my life that day and left your mark.&lt;br /&gt;You may never pass my way again,&lt;br /&gt;Or you may stay for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what,&lt;br /&gt;I want to say thank you for the impression you made&lt;br /&gt;that will stay with me for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the walk,&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the talk.&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed for that moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw you I knew you would affect my life,&lt;br /&gt;though your role I did not know.&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself, "Why is he alone?&lt;br /&gt;Why does he sit so quiet, all alone?&lt;br /&gt;Is he sad?&lt;br /&gt;Is he glad to be alone?&lt;br /&gt;Is he alone?&lt;br /&gt;Is he lonely? "&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself, "Why him?&lt;br /&gt;When so many people pass through my life each day,&lt;br /&gt;why him? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What attracts me to you?&lt;br /&gt;What makes me want to know more?&lt;br /&gt;I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if my questions are never answered,&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing I want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed by the effect you had on me in that&lt;br /&gt;Moment in Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cynthia Kepp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-299919447156863683?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/299919447156863683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=299919447156863683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/299919447156863683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/299919447156863683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/moment-in-time.html' title='Moment in Time'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-1620695093534671552</id><published>2008-04-23T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:13:46.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>What Comes Of Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Joy is what fills the heart of they&lt;br /&gt;which hold within the mysteries of a friend&lt;br /&gt;A passion unknown unto words&lt;br /&gt;Within them fall the tears of all things they endure as one&lt;br /&gt;And from their eyes diamonds fall,&lt;br /&gt;So precious every one&lt;br /&gt;Dear within, the memories they caress with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And gather them today, for what may come of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Priceless&lt;br /&gt;Priceless ever are these moments that we spend with those so dear&lt;br /&gt;Comforting now to know that they are near&lt;br /&gt;Yet there comes a day when they see the eagle soar&lt;br /&gt;And feel within their hearts&lt;br /&gt;A passion so much more&lt;br /&gt;As we stand beside them when that gleam glows in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;What comes of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;My friend's lost paradise&lt;br /&gt;And though a distant barrier wells up within the heart&lt;br /&gt;There is a joy inside&lt;br /&gt;To know the joy of a dawning start&lt;br /&gt;Standing there beside them on that road to paradise&lt;br /&gt;We say farewell and weep&lt;br /&gt;Knowing they must also compromise&lt;br /&gt;And so we hold them close and whisper in their ear&lt;br /&gt;Please take with you these memories.&lt;br /&gt;Then from the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Your tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Christine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-1620695093534671552?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/1620695093534671552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=1620695093534671552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1620695093534671552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1620695093534671552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-comes-of-tomorrow.html' title='What Comes Of Tomorrow'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-593807702619794363</id><published>2008-04-23T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:12:29.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>Up In The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; When you are down&lt;br /&gt;And you want to get high,&lt;br /&gt;Just take a good look&lt;br /&gt;Up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you will see&lt;br /&gt;Are the stars above,&lt;br /&gt;And all you need&lt;br /&gt;Is to proclaim your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you will find&lt;br /&gt;And see so clear,&lt;br /&gt;Are friends in mind&lt;br /&gt;You want to hold near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need them&lt;br /&gt;Just look up high,&lt;br /&gt;Call their name&lt;br /&gt;And see them fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every friend you meet&lt;br /&gt;Owns a star&lt;br /&gt;And you can see them&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you are down&lt;br /&gt;And want to get high,&lt;br /&gt;Just take a good look&lt;br /&gt;Up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by Amanda Jenkins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-593807702619794363?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/593807702619794363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=593807702619794363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/593807702619794363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/593807702619794363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/up-in-sky.html' title='Up In The Sky'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-6280851712833499255</id><published>2008-04-23T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:10:43.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>Serenity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; As I look&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the ripples of my reflections&lt;br /&gt;To examine my inner self;&lt;br /&gt;The ripples begin to fade . . .&lt;br /&gt;As the reflection lays beside me&lt;br /&gt;Grasping my hand,&lt;br /&gt;The inner warmth shields me&lt;br /&gt;And the vision of my reflection appears&lt;br /&gt;I see you. My Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Dena Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-6280851712833499255?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/6280851712833499255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=6280851712833499255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6280851712833499255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6280851712833499255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/serenity.html' title='Serenity'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-3454320794930032025</id><published>2008-04-23T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:09:00.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>For My Bestest Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Friendship is something to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;But for me that's not the case&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't feel I need to keep&lt;br /&gt;Something that can't be erased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure of what I have&lt;br /&gt;Cause with you I have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;For what we've built, can't ever fail&lt;br /&gt;It's what I care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to describe&lt;br /&gt;This thing that we share&lt;br /&gt;Especially when there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;That ever could compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others always know&lt;br /&gt;That together we will be&lt;br /&gt;For there can never be another&lt;br /&gt;"Tani and Kerrie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two words, known all over&lt;br /&gt;Might as well be one&lt;br /&gt;Cause without a Kerrie, there is no Tani&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, it just can't be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you're the "U", and I'm the "S"&lt;br /&gt;And forever that will be&lt;br /&gt;Cause together we make "US", and so&lt;br /&gt;YOU COMPLETE ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by Tanyo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-3454320794930032025?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-7315855820858118900</id><published>2008-04-22T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:09:58.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Things I Love About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;which first held me captivated&lt;br /&gt;where I stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile&lt;br /&gt;to dazzle the sun&lt;br /&gt;and warm every corner of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice&lt;br /&gt;like a sparkling mountain stream&lt;br /&gt;which flows into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your walk&lt;br /&gt;and the way your gracefulness&lt;br /&gt;takes my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hair&lt;br /&gt;about which I dreamed&lt;br /&gt;cascading into my face&lt;br /&gt;as you leaned over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hands&lt;br /&gt;whose caress I crave&lt;br /&gt;to hold my face&lt;br /&gt;in their tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your arms&lt;br /&gt;I long to have around my neck&lt;br /&gt;as you pull me close&lt;br /&gt;to your warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all&lt;br /&gt;everything you are&lt;br /&gt;changed the way I feel about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Anthony West &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-7315855820858118900?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/7315855820858118900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=7315855820858118900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7315855820858118900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7315855820858118900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-i-love-about-you.html' title='Things I Love About You'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-6581924385210791522</id><published>2008-04-22T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:09:58.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>My Love For You</title><content type='html'>There are no words to express&lt;br /&gt;what I feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no songs as beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;as the music that fills my soul&lt;br /&gt;when I hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no roses as lovely&lt;br /&gt;as your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing moves me like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no days brighter than&lt;br /&gt;the days I spend with you.&lt;br /&gt;You're my light in the darkness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there could never be words&lt;br /&gt;strong enough to express my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-6581924385210791522?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/6581924385210791522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=6581924385210791522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6581924385210791522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6581924385210791522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-love-for-you.html' title='My Love For You'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-1740257585423439114</id><published>2008-04-22T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T15:32:59.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>It is the way you look at me</title><content type='html'>It is the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;With that twinkle in your eye&lt;br /&gt;It is the way your smile is seen&lt;br /&gt;That makes my heart seem to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the words of love you share&lt;br /&gt;Even the times I am in the wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's the way you show you care&lt;br /&gt;Making me know that I do belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The private jokes only we do get&lt;br /&gt;A wink to me I don't really see&lt;br /&gt;Love and friendship never to forge&lt;br /&gt;Making me all that I can truly be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These love notes I write to you&lt;br /&gt; Because you mean so much to me&lt;br /&gt;Without you I do not know what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;To you I give my love so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Gary Salter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-1740257585423439114?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/1740257585423439114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=1740257585423439114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1740257585423439114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1740257585423439114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-is-way-you-look-at-me.html' title='It is the way you look at me'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-7922630543781836981</id><published>2008-04-22T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T15:32:59.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>You are my gift of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You are my gift of love&lt;br /&gt;You are the air I breathe&lt;br /&gt;At night you are the only star I see&lt;br /&gt;As you shine for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats for you&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say&lt;br /&gt;My love is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the birds that sing&lt;br /&gt;I can see flowers growing beautifully&lt;br /&gt;I can see all these things because&lt;br /&gt;I feel you near to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you love the roses I send&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel at peace&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God,&lt;br /&gt;Our love will never cease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit takes flight&lt;br /&gt;I am in your arms tonight&lt;br /&gt;My love is like life&lt;br /&gt;It never ends&lt;br /&gt;When I am with you again.&lt;/p&gt;By Linda Ann Henry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-7922630543781836981?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/7922630543781836981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=7922630543781836981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7922630543781836981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7922630543781836981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-are-my-gift-of-love.html' title='You are my gift of love'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4892654173617103754</id><published>2008-04-22T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T15:32:59.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>A Special World</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A special world for you and me&lt;br /&gt;A special bond one cannot see&lt;br /&gt;It wraps us up in its cocoon&lt;br /&gt;And holds us fiercely in its womb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its fingers spread like fine spun gold&lt;br /&gt;Gently nestling us to the fold&lt;br /&gt;Like silken thread it holds us fast&lt;br /&gt;Bonds like this are meant to last.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And though at times a thread may break&lt;br /&gt;A new one forms in its wake&lt;br /&gt;To bind us closer and keep us strong&lt;br /&gt;In a special world, where we belong.&lt;/p&gt;By Sheelagh Lennon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4892654173617103754?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4892654173617103754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4892654173617103754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4892654173617103754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4892654173617103754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/special-world.html' title='A Special World'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-1568917430848245324</id><published>2008-04-22T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T15:32:59.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Hand In Hand</title><content type='html'>Laying underneath the stars,&lt;br /&gt;On a warm silent night.&lt;br /&gt;Your arms are wrapped around me,&lt;br /&gt;And everything feels right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kiss me sweet and softly,&lt;br /&gt;I feel your warm gentle touch,&lt;br /&gt;You help me feel protected&lt;br /&gt;Under the sweet night sky rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world before me is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere else I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;Except laying underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand, you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when everything is perfect,&lt;br /&gt;And you seem so delicately sweet,&lt;br /&gt;A rush of wind comes past me&lt;br /&gt;As I'm swept beneath my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be more right,&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere else I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a walk my only love,&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand, you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By ShoeBowl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-1568917430848245324?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/1568917430848245324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=1568917430848245324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1568917430848245324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1568917430848245324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/hand-in-hand.html' title='Hand In Hand'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-6695804369422208288</id><published>2008-04-21T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:59:41.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Poems'/><title type='text'>A Poem For Those Over 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A computer was something on TV &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From a science fiction show of note &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A window was something you hated to clean &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And ram was the cousin of a goat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg was the name of my girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And gig was a job for the nights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now they all mean different things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that really mega bites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An application was for employment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A program was a TV show &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A curser used profanity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A keyboard was a piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory was something that you lost with age &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A CD was a bank account &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And if you had a 3 inch floppy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You hoped nobody found out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compress was something you did to the garbage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not something you did to a file. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And if you unzipped anything in public &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'd be in jail for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Log on was adding wood to the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hard drive was a long trip on the road &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A mouse pad was where a mouse lived &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And a back up happened to your commode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut you did with a pocket knife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Paste you did with glue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A web was a spider's home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And a virus was the flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the memory in my head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But when it happens, they'll wish they were dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By: Unknown Author&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-6695804369422208288?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/6695804369422208288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=6695804369422208288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6695804369422208288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6695804369422208288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/poem-for-those-over-30.html' title='A Poem For Those Over 30'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-3933617508446255620</id><published>2008-04-20T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:03:40.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>On The Wings of A Butterfly</title><content type='html'>Your friendship is special&lt;br /&gt;Like the flowers that bloom,&lt;br /&gt;Or when a  butterfly emerges&lt;br /&gt;From within its cocoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remind me of that  butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;Loving and free,&lt;br /&gt;Bright and colorful,&lt;br /&gt;For the world to  see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will share sunshine and rainbows;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the rain and  the snow;&lt;br /&gt;We'll stand together through it,&lt;br /&gt;While the cold winds  blow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time is right,&lt;br /&gt;We won't stop to ask "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Our  friendship will take flight&lt;br /&gt;On the wings of a butterfly ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Corky Ferguson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-3933617508446255620?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/3933617508446255620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=3933617508446255620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/3933617508446255620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/3933617508446255620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-wings-of-butterfly.html' title='On The Wings of A Butterfly'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-5686292578053863272</id><published>2008-04-20T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:58:42.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>The Way It Should Be</title><content type='html'>Solitude have I to endure,&lt;br /&gt;seemingly held with disclosure.&lt;br /&gt;A fellow left  astray,&lt;br /&gt;as yet from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashing your dainty, disarming  smile,&lt;br /&gt;warms my heart every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Our longtime kinship&lt;br /&gt;will  always bloom with friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has never been so profound,&lt;br /&gt;a  lifetime friend have I found.&lt;br /&gt;Let our friendship be a bond,&lt;br /&gt;which can  never be like a dry pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us not forget the dreams we  share,&lt;br /&gt;forever like sisters or brothers we care.&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a friend  to me,&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Vergil F.e. Tudtud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-5686292578053863272?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/5686292578053863272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=5686292578053863272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5686292578053863272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5686292578053863272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/way-it-should-be.html' title='The Way It Should Be'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4756465367160033155</id><published>2008-04-20T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:55:53.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>Follow Me</title><content type='html'>Take my hand and follow me&lt;br /&gt;to that place I long to be.&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and  trust my way,&lt;br /&gt;in that place forever stay.&lt;br /&gt;Follow me toward the  sand;&lt;br /&gt;we'll run and play, hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and hold it  true;&lt;br /&gt;forever I'll stay close to you.&lt;br /&gt;Seize my words and listen  well,&lt;br /&gt;then forever I will tell.&lt;br /&gt;Release your heart and feelings  too,&lt;br /&gt;just as I will do for you.&lt;br /&gt;Trust your heart and follow me,&lt;br /&gt;to that  place we long to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Michelle Newton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4756465367160033155?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4756465367160033155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4756465367160033155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4756465367160033155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4756465367160033155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/follow-me.html' title='Follow Me'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4227855468959840647</id><published>2008-04-20T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:53:29.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>Between The Miles</title><content type='html'>Because existence can become severe&lt;br /&gt;in one day,&lt;br /&gt;just sense me and I'll be  there.&lt;br /&gt;In the minds eye,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so far away.&lt;br /&gt;If you hold out your  hand,&lt;br /&gt;in the whispers,&lt;br /&gt;I'll become the zephyr.&lt;br /&gt;and besiege you.&lt;br /&gt;If  your eye's upon the stars,&lt;br /&gt;in the crystalline darkness,&lt;br /&gt;I'll become the  moon.&lt;br /&gt;And the light shall guide you.&lt;br /&gt;If you rest upon the ground,&lt;br /&gt;in  the warmth,&lt;br /&gt;I'll become the grass.&lt;br /&gt;And embrace you.&lt;br /&gt;If you turn  outside,&lt;br /&gt;in the wetness,&lt;br /&gt;I'll become the rain.&lt;br /&gt;An upon your forehead,  kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;If you free the air,&lt;br /&gt;in the light of day,&lt;br /&gt;I'll become the  sun.&lt;br /&gt;And smile for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the miles-&lt;br /&gt;if you need me.&lt;br /&gt;If  you need a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the friend, I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Heather Stoop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4227855468959840647?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4227855468959840647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4227855468959840647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4227855468959840647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4227855468959840647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/between-miles.html' title='Between The Miles'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-7644525976618221005</id><published>2008-04-20T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:51:49.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>Dance Upon The Wind.</title><content type='html'>I wasn't looking for it, but some how it came, and found me.&lt;br /&gt;Before I had a  chance to react, it wrapped it's warmth around me.&lt;br /&gt;Like a thief in the night,  it has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing, but that vision to reflect  upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the  wind.&lt;br /&gt;All day long, in my mind, I walk love's lonely street.&lt;br /&gt;Like a tired  man that longs to sit, but just can't find a seat.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there it was again,  up ahead, to light my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to vanish once more, just like all my  yesterdays.&lt;br /&gt;Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the  wind.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'm going, and where I've been isn't much to speak  of.&lt;br /&gt;I just know my heart is always showing, leading me to some far off  love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I give up the fight.&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes to make the bad  things good, and the wrong things right.&lt;br /&gt;Only to leave me lost and lonely  again.&lt;br /&gt;Drifting away as my thoughts dance upon the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a  name, I think they call it friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Intimate Knight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-7644525976618221005?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-270262704951954275</id><published>2008-04-20T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:33:07.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Thank You for Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Mum and Dad&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;You've been with me&lt;br /&gt;All along the  way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had the kids&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy to fare.&lt;br /&gt;But so much the  better&lt;br /&gt;Because you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Seth and darling Zoe,&lt;br /&gt;Grand  kids who truly adore ya.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know - from all of us&lt;br /&gt;That no one  comes before ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet and selfless spirit&lt;br /&gt;That deals with those  come-what-mays,&lt;br /&gt;I tell you now, quite honestly&lt;br /&gt;You've brightened all my  days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kanne and I discovered&lt;br /&gt;That Zoe wasn't well,&lt;br /&gt;We thought  we'd entered something like&lt;br /&gt;A very private hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But help was on the  way to us,&lt;br /&gt;From doctors, yes it's true.&lt;br /&gt;But the biggest help of all - &lt;br /&gt;It came - where else? From both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to us and stayed  with us,&lt;br /&gt;You gave a world of strength.&lt;br /&gt;Oh parents, dear, can I ever  say&lt;br /&gt;Just how much it meant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mum to be there off the bat,&lt;br /&gt;For  Dad to make that drive&lt;br /&gt;For Mathew to go it alone at home&lt;br /&gt;I'm the luckiest  girl alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's worked so hard to earn the funds&lt;br /&gt;To keep us living  well.&lt;br /&gt;And Mum's the word that says it all,&lt;br /&gt;So much that I could  tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how she gives so much to us,&lt;br /&gt;My thanks for her I'm  prayin'.&lt;br /&gt;She does it all, and never stops,&lt;br /&gt;'All work and no play' is her  sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's strictly a gal for family,&lt;br /&gt;From her own sweet brood of  seven.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you Mum, you put me strong&lt;br /&gt;On top of seventh  heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let the world know of my folks&lt;br /&gt;That never will they fail  ya'.&lt;br /&gt;They're best in Kalgoorlie, oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;In fact, they're tops in all  Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to say for all of us,&lt;br /&gt;From Kanne and the kids. &lt;br /&gt;We'll make it, yes, we will prevail&lt;br /&gt;Above all in our midst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  gotta give sweet credit&lt;br /&gt;Where such a thing is due.&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you, Mum and  Dad, my dears&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet family means  everything&lt;br /&gt;In the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned from your example,  folks,&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you - I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks again to Mum and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;And  brother - you're a dear.&lt;br /&gt;We move ahead because of you,&lt;br /&gt;To a future with  hope - not fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-6733642567541734609</id><published>2008-04-20T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:24:15.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Amazing Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of your glory&lt;br /&gt;Filled with accolades sent  from the crowd&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to honor you, Son to Mom&lt;br /&gt;If I may be so  allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A curtain in life slowly closes&lt;br /&gt;With part of us yearning for  more&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to say thank you for turning the key&lt;br /&gt;To so many of life's  magic doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your accomplishments rendered an impact&lt;br /&gt;On my life and  the way that I view it&lt;br /&gt;I'd be nowhere today, without you and your way&lt;br /&gt;Of  teaching me how to go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days back at  Devotion&lt;br /&gt;A second family for me and my brother&lt;br /&gt;We are proud when they ask,  as we've been in the past&lt;br /&gt;To say 'Yes, that Ms. Miller is our  mother'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your classroom I spent half my childhood&lt;br /&gt;The warm feelings  strike memories' chords&lt;br /&gt;Helping decorate, season to season&lt;br /&gt;Stapling colors  to bulletin boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time at your school on the weekends&lt;br /&gt;Was  like fulfilling a childhood whim&lt;br /&gt;As you readied your class for your  children&lt;br /&gt;We'd spend hours of play in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Pizza Nights' always  felt very special&lt;br /&gt;Watching movies with dozens of kids&lt;br /&gt;It's a memory,  sublime, of an innocent time&lt;br /&gt;Like pizza leftovers stuffed in life's  fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school years were blessed with a challenge&lt;br /&gt;Your reputation  was tough to uphold&lt;br /&gt;But I'm better today, having had it that way&lt;br /&gt;As the  lesson's you've taught me unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations were high from my  teachers&lt;br /&gt;But my grammar has long been a train wreck&lt;br /&gt;Though you taught me  to strive, and my limits to find&lt;br /&gt;I Thank God for Bill Gates and his spell  check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your legacy often precedes me&lt;br /&gt;As I encounter past students  you've taught&lt;br /&gt;My path is well paved, and I've sometimes been saved&lt;br /&gt;My  success, like insurance you bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through thirty great years, your life  was painted&lt;br /&gt;With handprints of every shade&lt;br /&gt;You've accommodated myriad  walks of life&lt;br /&gt;In the relationships you have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a crayon box,  we all take on hues&lt;br /&gt;A uniqueness in each brilliant taper&lt;br /&gt;And you've  accepted me, and the shape that I've cut&lt;br /&gt;Amid the bulletin board's  multi-colored paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a topic too often unspoken&lt;br /&gt;But to me it's  the deepest to share&lt;br /&gt;To acknowledge the fact it's uneasy to grasp&lt;br /&gt;But  through clouds of confusion, you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heart wants it said, as we  start this new phase&lt;br /&gt;The word family means very much&lt;br /&gt;Think of bygone days,  for a family stays&lt;br /&gt;Forever, each other's strong crutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you  Mom, and I thank you&lt;br /&gt;And I hold you in such high regard&lt;br /&gt;For you've been  there throughout, through our life's ins and outs&lt;br /&gt;Through the happiest times  and the hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I look to the future, excited&lt;br /&gt;Though retirement's  laced with chagrin&lt;br /&gt;But these days are like wine, and will yield family  time&lt;br /&gt;As the next thirty years begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to tomorrow,  together&lt;br /&gt;Wishing long summer days, warm and shady&lt;br /&gt;From a son and a student  who owes you the world&lt;br /&gt;You are such an amazing lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-6733642567541734609?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/6733642567541734609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=6733642567541734609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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father dear,&lt;br /&gt;At seventy, is it true?&lt;br /&gt;Got the strength and  energy of a 40 year old,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what he'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al's birthday  extravaganza&lt;br /&gt;Was special in lots of ways.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to YOU for being  there,&lt;br /&gt;Al surely can amaze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Casino Night was a sure bet,&lt;br /&gt;Jeff's  DVD was golden, sure.&lt;br /&gt;Teary eyed audience, remarkable,&lt;br /&gt;The fest didn't end  'til 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your presence was outstanding,&lt;br /&gt;Your gifts a marvel,  yes.&lt;br /&gt;What a celebration,&lt;br /&gt;For Al, the very best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 70 years,  we'll keep him,&lt;br /&gt;The grand old man, so swell.&lt;br /&gt;He really is quite  special,&lt;br /&gt;As anyone can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take our recent trip to Mammoth,&lt;br /&gt;A  family weekend of snow and fun.&lt;br /&gt;Al sledding with the grandkids,&lt;br /&gt;Like he  was 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping up with Al,&lt;br /&gt;Is hard work, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;He's  always on the move,&lt;br /&gt;Always looking for adventure more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest and fair  in his business,&lt;br /&gt;His family is his pride.&lt;br /&gt;For Al, life is so special,&lt;br /&gt;A  glorious, fun-filled ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His jokes are legendary,&lt;br /&gt;Always wears a  smile.&lt;br /&gt;Works hard every day,&lt;br /&gt;Endures every trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves his wife  and children,&lt;br /&gt;The grandkids are a dream.&lt;br /&gt;With Al it's always great,&lt;br /&gt;As  good as it may seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's special to us, and how,&lt;br /&gt;In everything he'll  do.&lt;br /&gt;That birthday party magic,&lt;br /&gt;So glad we could share with  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for joining us,&lt;br /&gt;On Al's special day.&lt;br /&gt;You really  added gloss to gold,&lt;br /&gt;In every single way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-3163547823847127434?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/3163547823847127434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=3163547823847127434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/3163547823847127434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/3163547823847127434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you-birthday-poem.html' title='A Thank You Birthday Poem'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-7856228234899393618</id><published>2008-04-20T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:19:35.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Graduation Thank You Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So much effort, none for the worse&lt;br /&gt;Just joy today - I  am a nurse!&lt;br /&gt;Hard work, hard times, so much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;But success is sweet  like pure mountain air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thanks are many,&lt;br /&gt;I owe so much&lt;br /&gt;To those  who truly&lt;br /&gt;My heart, do touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Eric,&lt;br /&gt;Gram and Gramps&lt;br /&gt;Dan  and Kristy,&lt;br /&gt;You're all champs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn and Don&lt;br /&gt;Your support meant  all,&lt;br /&gt;And my fellow classmates,&lt;br /&gt;Now we stand tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debra, Nancy,  Ande, too,&lt;br /&gt;Just the best you are.&lt;br /&gt;And the patients who let me be of  help,&lt;br /&gt;You're the best of all, by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Michael, who means  the most,&lt;br /&gt;My feeling is oh-so true.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for being the man you  are,&lt;br /&gt;Just know how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-7856228234899393618?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-738664048207060405</id><published>2008-04-20T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:16:54.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Thank you Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Dianne,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to dear Dianne?&lt;br /&gt;I love her, every  bit.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for our times together,&lt;br /&gt;Man, she sure can baby  sit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me I'm her Handsome Boy,&lt;br /&gt;It means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;Makes  me so excited,&lt;br /&gt;Then I tend to poop and pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only 4 months old, of  course,&lt;br /&gt;So everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;If all keeps up I'll marry her&lt;br /&gt;When I  reach the age of nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes the greatest care of me,&lt;br /&gt;Keeps my  "Mr. Dog" so close.&lt;br /&gt;In truth, you know, I love her,&lt;br /&gt;As everybody  knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's nice and slim, amazing,&lt;br /&gt;I'd guess that's she's a size  three.&lt;br /&gt;How she eats the way she does&lt;br /&gt;Is really beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  cheeseburger sub and French fries,&lt;br /&gt;Almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;But even more, Dianne  has&lt;br /&gt;A special culinary way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite, and it's wild,&lt;br /&gt;Is worth  it's weight in gold.&lt;br /&gt;She gets off on yogurt&lt;br /&gt;That's at least two mealy  months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says it's nice and chunky,&lt;br /&gt;Lapping up a great, thick  dose.&lt;br /&gt;Let Dianne eat in peace,&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's just plain gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  seems obsessed of late,&lt;br /&gt;From what I see, I think,&lt;br /&gt;With clothing of one  color,&lt;br /&gt;And that, you know, is pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talks to me in silly  voices,&lt;br /&gt;Plays with me on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Sings to me so sweetly,&lt;br /&gt;I always  want some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend Jerry, my cousin,&lt;br /&gt;He really knows how to  rock!&lt;br /&gt;But I don't appreciate&lt;br /&gt;The things he leaves on my sock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not  to quibble, anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne and Jerry are great.&lt;br /&gt;And the way she cares for  me?&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, it's first rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm her baby, truly,&lt;br /&gt;And she's my  French-fry pal.&lt;br /&gt;I got it made, believe me,&lt;br /&gt;I love this older  gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a registered nurse and bookkeeper,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll give her a job  for life.&lt;br /&gt;If just for this blasted age difference,&lt;br /&gt;I'd make Dianne my  wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd put it in our scrap book,&lt;br /&gt;No ifs, no ands, no  maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Dianne is the world's best sitter,&lt;br /&gt;And forever I'm her sweet  baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Austin Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-738664048207060405?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/738664048207060405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=738664048207060405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/738664048207060405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/738664048207060405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you-friend.html' title='Thank you Friend'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-1063551262871156583</id><published>2008-04-20T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:11:15.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>A Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It happened on a Friday night,&lt;br /&gt;The last part of September.&lt;br /&gt;My husband had  it all planned out,&lt;br /&gt;An evening to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it was -- my  birthday --&lt;br /&gt;And the fortieth, at that!&lt;br /&gt;I never once suspect what&lt;br /&gt;You  all pulled from your hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d gone to the Great Neck Inn,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing  what I’d find…&lt;br /&gt;And there I soon discovered&lt;br /&gt;My surprise -- the finest  kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magician’s rabbits -- as I watched&lt;br /&gt;Each one of you appear,&lt;br /&gt;I  came adrift in memories&lt;br /&gt;Of time and place and year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday cake  was simply great&lt;br /&gt;And there upon each table&lt;br /&gt;Was splendid wine that had my  family’s&lt;br /&gt;Picture on the label!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we dined deliciously&lt;br /&gt;And  danced for quite a time.&lt;br /&gt;(And those Apple Martinis were,&lt;br /&gt;I must admit,  sublime!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such generosity -- a shower&lt;br /&gt;Of gifts then came my  way:&lt;br /&gt;Certificates, a hand-made scarf,&lt;br /&gt;A way to make tunes play,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  leather bag, sweet tasty treats,&lt;br /&gt;A journal, jewelry,&lt;br /&gt;Scratch tickets where  I’d try my luck,&lt;br /&gt;And U.S. currency…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-dazed by all of this  generosity,&lt;br /&gt;I thanked you, one and all,&lt;br /&gt;And as I did, I realized&lt;br /&gt;What  gift was best of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That present was your presence,&lt;br /&gt;And I treasured  every face.&lt;br /&gt;It warmed me so to know you’d come&lt;br /&gt;To share that time and  space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never will return you&lt;br /&gt;Or exchange you -- not a chance!&lt;br /&gt;For  knowing you enhances my&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyment of life’s dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-1063551262871156583?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-7649854695445176091</id><published>2008-04-19T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:24:04.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Poems'/><title type='text'>If I were in charge of the world...</title><content type='html'>If I were in charge of the world...&lt;br /&gt;if I were in charge of the world&lt;br /&gt;I'd cancel rules, school, drugs, and also boringness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were in charge of the world&lt;br /&gt;there'd be brighter nights lights, more theme parks, and hotter guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were in charge of the world&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't have poorness.&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't have the starvation.&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't have chores.&lt;br /&gt;or "dont punch your brother."&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't even have brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were in charge of the world a chocolate&lt;br /&gt;sundae with whipped cream and nuts&lt;br /&gt;would be called a vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;all broken hearts would be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;And someone who forgets to brush, and sometimes forget to flush&lt;br /&gt;can still be allowed to be in charge of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-7649854695445176091?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/7649854695445176091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=7649854695445176091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7649854695445176091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7649854695445176091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-i-were-in-charge-of-world.html' title='If I were in charge of the world...'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-7987736641797246692</id><published>2008-04-19T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:50:02.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Poems'/><title type='text'>When I Was One-And-Twenty</title><content type='html'>When I was one-and-twenty&lt;br /&gt;I heard a wise man say,&lt;br /&gt;"Give crowns and pounds and guineas&lt;br /&gt;But not your heart away;&lt;br /&gt;Give pearls away and rubies&lt;br /&gt;But keep your fancy free."&lt;br /&gt;But I was one-and-twenty,&lt;br /&gt;No use to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was one-and-twenty&lt;br /&gt;I heard him say again,&lt;br /&gt;"The heart out of the bosom&lt;br /&gt;Was never given in vain;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis paid with sighs aplenty&lt;br /&gt;And sold for endless rue."&lt;br /&gt;And I am two-and-twenty&lt;br /&gt;And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By A.E. Housman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-7987736641797246692?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/7987736641797246692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=7987736641797246692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7987736641797246692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7987736641797246692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-i-was-one-and-twenty.html' title='When I Was One-And-Twenty'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-2888667534377303170</id><published>2008-04-19T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:36:37.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Poems'/><title type='text'>Rules For Being Human</title><content type='html'>You will receive a body.&lt;br /&gt;You may like it or hate it,&lt;br /&gt;but it's yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;for the entire period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will learn lessons.&lt;br /&gt;You are enrolled in a full-time,&lt;br /&gt;informal school called life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no mistakes, only lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Growth is a process of trial,&lt;br /&gt;error and experimentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "failed" experiments are as much&lt;br /&gt;a part of the process as the experiments&lt;br /&gt;that ultimately "work".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons are repeated until they are learned.&lt;br /&gt;A lesson will be presented to you in various forms&lt;br /&gt;until you have learned it.&lt;br /&gt;When you have learned it,&lt;br /&gt;you can go on to the next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning lessons does not end.&lt;br /&gt;There is no part of life that doesn't&lt;br /&gt;contain it's lessons.&lt;br /&gt;If you're alive,&lt;br /&gt;there are still lessons to be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There" is no better than "here".&lt;br /&gt;When your "there" has become "here",&lt;br /&gt;you will simply obtain another "there"&lt;br /&gt;that will again look better than "here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people are merely mirrors of you.&lt;br /&gt;You can not love or hate something&lt;br /&gt;about another person unless it reflects to you&lt;br /&gt;something you love or hate about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you make of your life is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;You have all the tools and resources you need.&lt;br /&gt;What you do with them is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Dr. Cherie Carter-Scott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-2888667534377303170?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/2888667534377303170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=2888667534377303170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2888667534377303170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2888667534377303170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/rules-for-being-human_19.html' title='Rules For Being Human'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4393314126133917115</id><published>2008-04-14T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:31:40.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Poems'/><title type='text'>Today is your day to celebrate</title><content type='html'>Today is your day to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;your day to be the star&lt;br /&gt;so let the ones you love all cheer&lt;br /&gt;and say how special you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year of fun and happiness&lt;br /&gt;is my birthday wish for you&lt;br /&gt;You are someone special&lt;br /&gt;and your birthday should be too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4393314126133917115?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4393314126133917115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4393314126133917115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4393314126133917115'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance through all the fun filled hours&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to smell the flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share some love and birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;All life joys are yours to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when evening comes to view&lt;br /&gt;Thanks your lucky stars you're you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-1319741775895937352?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/1319741775895937352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=1319741775895937352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1319741775895937352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1319741775895937352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-wish-on-birthday.html' title='Make a wish on birthday'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-8914795199434208096</id><published>2008-04-14T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:31:40.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Poems'/><title type='text'>My birthday wishes for you</title><content type='html'>I am sending birthday wishes&lt;br /&gt;from far across the miles&lt;br /&gt;tied with lace and ribbons&lt;br /&gt;my special birthday smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in special prayers&lt;br /&gt;happiness and laughter&lt;br /&gt;joy beyond compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you warm sunshine&lt;br /&gt;each day when you awake&lt;br /&gt;peace within and harmony&lt;br /&gt;with every step you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you drift off in slumber&lt;br /&gt;and nestlle upon the clouds&lt;br /&gt;know i am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;from way across the miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-8914795199434208096?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/8914795199434208096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=8914795199434208096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/8914795199434208096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/8914795199434208096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-birthday-wishes-for-you.html' title='My birthday wishes for you'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-2405117236781127670</id><published>2008-04-14T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:31:40.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Poems'/><title type='text'>We wish you a happy birthday</title><content type='html'>We wish you a Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Whether we are near or far away miles&lt;br /&gt;We are happy to come together&lt;br /&gt;With all our great big smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are bringing many wishes&lt;br /&gt;Especially wrapped up for you&lt;br /&gt;Wanting you to have very happy times&lt;br /&gt;In the celebrations we do for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this party belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;On this your own special day&lt;br /&gt;May all your biggest wishes come true&lt;br /&gt;For you in a very special way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-2405117236781127670?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/2405117236781127670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=2405117236781127670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2405117236781127670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2405117236781127670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-wish-you-happy-birthday.html' title='We wish you a happy birthday'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-8564350052402332200</id><published>2008-04-14T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:31:40.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Poems'/><title type='text'>A little secret for your birthday</title><content type='html'>I've been holding tight a little secret&lt;br /&gt;Been sneaking around the halls,&lt;br /&gt;And now the day's arrived&lt;br /&gt;It's time to tell them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;To my special friend&lt;br /&gt;Who's cute in every way,&lt;br /&gt;C'mon take my little gift&lt;br /&gt;For now this is YOUR day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwrap it right now before me&lt;br /&gt;For I filled it with hugs and kisses sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Press them close to your heart&lt;br /&gt;And smile big and wide inside&lt;br /&gt;You are, yes you, are today's perfect treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-8564350052402332200?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/8564350052402332200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=8564350052402332200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/8564350052402332200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/8564350052402332200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-secret-for-your-birthday.html' title='A little secret for your birthday'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-1420924944040923038</id><published>2008-04-14T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:40:28.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Poems'/><title type='text'>Oh Brother</title><content type='html'>I see no one comments on misery&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be light with comedy&lt;br /&gt;Something funny for today&lt;br /&gt;To help us on our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a man slip on a banana peel&lt;br /&gt;And a girl flew over her front wheel&lt;br /&gt;A man light his cigar and it blew up&lt;br /&gt;Small boy dragging his sweet little pup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these observations seem funny&lt;br /&gt;But if you look again you'll see misery&lt;br /&gt;For what looks funny to us is pain for another&lt;br /&gt;I just stepped in some dog crap Oh brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: David Darbyshire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-1420924944040923038?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/1420924944040923038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=1420924944040923038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1420924944040923038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1420924944040923038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-brother.html' title='Oh Brother'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-2390209997838866651</id><published>2008-04-14T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:31:40.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Poems'/><title type='text'>On your very special day</title><content type='html'>There are things I'd like to say&lt;br /&gt;to you my love on your special day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am forever thankful God sent you my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a gift from up above,&lt;br /&gt;you showed me how it is to feel real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many mountains we've had to climb&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes forever has seemed like a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we've endured our share of pain,&lt;br /&gt;but together we have so much to gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigger mountains may lie ahead,&lt;br /&gt;but together there is no hill we can not tread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So always remember my love for you,&lt;br /&gt;and there is nothing together we can not do.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here forever - my love is true.&lt;br /&gt;The person beside me, that would be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-2390209997838866651?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/2390209997838866651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=2390209997838866651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2390209997838866651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2390209997838866651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-your-very-special-day.html' title='On your very special day'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-6813691613688356036</id><published>2008-04-14T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:31:40.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Poems'/><title type='text'>Birthday Gift</title><content type='html'>There are things I'd like to say&lt;br /&gt;to you my love on your special day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am forever thankful God sent you my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a gift from up above,&lt;br /&gt;you showed me how it is to feel real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many mountains we've had to climb&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes forever has seemed like a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we've endured our share of pain,&lt;br /&gt;but together we have so much to gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigger mountains may lie ahead,&lt;br /&gt;but together there is no hill we can not tread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So always remember my love for you,&lt;br /&gt;and there is nothing together we can not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here forever - my love is true.&lt;br /&gt;The person beside me, that would be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-6813691613688356036?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/6813691613688356036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=6813691613688356036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6813691613688356036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6813691613688356036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-gift.html' title='Birthday Gift'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-7434702683424591781</id><published>2008-04-14T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:31:40.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Poems'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Means Much More</title><content type='html'>"Happy Birthday" means much more&lt;br /&gt;Than have a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within these words lie lots of things&lt;br /&gt;I never get to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means I love you first of all,&lt;br /&gt;Then thanks for all you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means you mean a lot to me,&lt;br /&gt;And that I'm proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I guess it means&lt;br /&gt;That I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;on this very special day,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-7434702683424591781?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/7434702683424591781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=7434702683424591781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7434702683424591781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7434702683424591781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-means-much-more.html' title='Happy Birthday Means Much More'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-8201017141291167462</id><published>2008-04-14T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:18:28.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Be with you each night</title><content type='html'>I promise you&lt;br /&gt;to be with you each night&lt;br /&gt;watching it slip into each new day&lt;br /&gt;the sun brings the promise&lt;br /&gt;of my devotion in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to watch the daysblend into years&lt;br /&gt;being the keeper of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;the conqueror of your fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have you feel the passion&lt;br /&gt;only hearts in love can feel&lt;br /&gt;from this moment on&lt;br /&gt;proving my love is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give my love freely&lt;br /&gt;in everything we do&lt;br /&gt;spending the rest of my lifetime&lt;br /&gt;whispering words of love to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;or unhappy memories&lt;br /&gt;never any fallen tears&lt;br /&gt;where smiles should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Christine McClimans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-8201017141291167462?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/8201017141291167462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=8201017141291167462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/8201017141291167462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/8201017141291167462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/be-with-you-each-night.html' title='Be with you each night'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-5466360345615649804</id><published>2008-04-14T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:18:28.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Walk With Me</title><content type='html'>Walk with me, the path of life,&lt;br /&gt;to explore every bend of the road&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy with me the beauty of life,&lt;br /&gt;along its wonderful way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find comfort with me, in each other's arms,&lt;br /&gt;when grief crosses our path&lt;br /&gt;Find strength with me, in each other's strength,&lt;br /&gt;when despair lies in wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh with me, a single true laugh,&lt;br /&gt;to enlighten another's distress&lt;br /&gt;Cry with me, a single true tear,&lt;br /&gt;to understand true happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish with me, the wonders of life,&lt;br /&gt;as they need to be preserved&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice with me, in the mysteries,&lt;br /&gt;of what is yet to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find peace with me, in each other's souls,&lt;br /&gt;when the world has gone insane&lt;br /&gt;Find love with me, in each other's hearts,&lt;br /&gt;until this life has been fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the path comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can say from within&lt;br /&gt;We've known the beauty of true love,&lt;br /&gt;our love came from within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Munda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-5466360345615649804?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/5466360345615649804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=5466360345615649804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5466360345615649804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5466360345615649804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/walk-with-me.html' title='Walk With Me'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4090927017684371322</id><published>2008-04-14T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:18:28.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Like A Dream</title><content type='html'>Here I sit, thinking only of you&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is to become of us&lt;br /&gt;Understanding all you have been through&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to slowly gain your trust&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches for you, and also I yearn&lt;br /&gt;I want to understand you&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that I will learn&lt;br /&gt;Your unique and special qualities amaze me&lt;br /&gt;Your smile&lt;br /&gt;Your mind&lt;br /&gt;Your voice and its beautiful sound&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your hair&lt;br /&gt;Your ability to cheer me up&lt;br /&gt;When you see that I am down&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you go beyond that of words&lt;br /&gt;And at first it didn't seem real&lt;br /&gt;But that just taught me a lesson&lt;br /&gt;In doubting what I feel&lt;br /&gt;It seems I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;And the reason for my stare&lt;br /&gt;The bluest sky&lt;br /&gt;The deepest sea&lt;br /&gt;Don't even compare&lt;br /&gt;Becky, you're so very special in every single way&lt;br /&gt;And thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;Run through my head&lt;br /&gt;Every hour of the day&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you will understand&lt;br /&gt;Just how I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your guiding hand&lt;br /&gt;For all that you go through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Ryan Hull&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4090927017684371322?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4090927017684371322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4090927017684371322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4090927017684371322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4090927017684371322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/like-dream.html' title='Like A Dream'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4577486385176707206</id><published>2008-04-14T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:18:28.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Touch My Heart</title><content type='html'>Touch my heart with tenderness&lt;br /&gt;And fill my cup with love,&lt;br /&gt;Share my dreams as I share yours&lt;br /&gt;And we'll reach the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand as I grow old,&lt;br /&gt;And lead me when I'm blind,&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you that I really care&lt;br /&gt;True love is hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;Touch my life and I'll touch yours&lt;br /&gt;A little more each day,&lt;br /&gt;And we can both find happiness&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4577486385176707206?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4577486385176707206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4577486385176707206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4577486385176707206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4577486385176707206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/touch-my-heart.html' title='Touch My Heart'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-2956789240649517221</id><published>2008-04-14T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:18:28.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>When thinking of our love</title><content type='html'>When thinking of our love&lt;br /&gt;A feeling oh so grand&lt;br /&gt;So light you do become&lt;br /&gt;Like an angel in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been there for me&lt;br /&gt;No matter right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;You have been the light to see&lt;br /&gt;The path we travel along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love has never faltered&lt;br /&gt;With me through thick or thin&lt;br /&gt;Our feelings we never altered&lt;br /&gt;From when we did begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel in my hand you've been&lt;br /&gt;Filling my life with your love&lt;br /&gt;A wonder felt but rarely seen&lt;br /&gt;Sent to me by God from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Gary Salter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-2956789240649517221?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/2956789240649517221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=2956789240649517221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2956789240649517221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2956789240649517221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-thinking-of-our-love.html' title='When thinking of our love'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4962160647443156191</id><published>2008-04-14T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:18:28.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Its Love</title><content type='html'>You know it's love,&lt;br /&gt;when nothing feels better&lt;br /&gt;than being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's love&lt;br /&gt;when holding hands&lt;br /&gt;turns gray skiesto blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's love&lt;br /&gt;when each day spent together&lt;br /&gt;holds all of the excitement&lt;br /&gt;of the approaching spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's love&lt;br /&gt;when a single kiss&lt;br /&gt;makes you see beauty&lt;br /&gt;in everything around you.&lt;br /&gt;What I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4962160647443156191?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4962160647443156191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4962160647443156191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4962160647443156191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4962160647443156191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-love.html' title='Its Love'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-5782785185039335534</id><published>2008-04-14T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:18:28.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Love is like magic</title><content type='html'>Love is like magic&lt;br /&gt;And it always will be.&lt;br /&gt;For love still remains&lt;br /&gt;Life's sweet mystery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love works in ways&lt;br /&gt;That are wondrous and strange&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing in life&lt;br /&gt;That love cannot change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can transform&lt;br /&gt;The most commonplace&lt;br /&gt;Into beauty and splendor&lt;br /&gt;And sweetness and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is unselfish,&lt;br /&gt;Understanding and kind,&lt;br /&gt;For it sees with it's heart&lt;br /&gt;And not with it's mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer&lt;br /&gt;That everyone seeks....&lt;br /&gt;Love is the language,&lt;br /&gt;That every heart speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can't be bought,&lt;br /&gt;It is priceless and free,&lt;br /&gt;Love, like pure magic,&lt;br /&gt;Is life's sweet mystery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-5782785185039335534?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/5782785185039335534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=5782785185039335534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5782785185039335534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5782785185039335534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-is-like-magic.html' title='Love is like magic'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-7566098590097173400</id><published>2008-04-12T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T13:56:52.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Poems'/><title type='text'>laughter</title><content type='html'>Laughter&lt;br /&gt;People say there is nothing funnier then laughter&lt;br /&gt;You can even chuckle some long hours after&lt;br /&gt;You laugh at what is sometimes seen&lt;br /&gt;You laugh at things you do not mean&lt;br /&gt;Yet some where in all hilarity&lt;br /&gt; In amongst that crazy parody&lt;br /&gt;Will Someone please tell me, I’ll give you money&lt;br /&gt;What makes laughter, so darn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, when you laugh do people laugh too?&lt;br /&gt;Laugh not at things you say or things you do&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy how when nothing’s funny&lt;br /&gt;People laugh and clutch their too tummy&lt;br /&gt;Will anybody tell me? Wouldn’t you? please, sonny&lt;br /&gt;What makes laughter so gosh darn funny!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, What makes laughter so gosh darn FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Ty Bohls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-7566098590097173400?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/7566098590097173400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=7566098590097173400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7566098590097173400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/7566098590097173400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/laughter.html' title='laughter'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-2047110901056419127</id><published>2008-04-12T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T13:51:24.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Poems'/><title type='text'>It's Funny</title><content type='html'>It's funny how the ones who show you the most love,&lt;br /&gt;Are often the ones who say it the least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the ones who tell you they love you the most,&lt;br /&gt; Are often the ones that hurt you the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the ones who beg for forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;Are often the ones who least deserve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the ones who mess everything up,&lt;br /&gt;Are often the ones who make you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the ones who are the happiest,&lt;br /&gt;Are often the ones who've known the most heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how those hearts can always mend themselves,&lt;br /&gt; If you give them enough time and space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how this life just keeps going,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you may beg it to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Rachel L. Z.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-2047110901056419127?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/2047110901056419127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=2047110901056419127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2047110901056419127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2047110901056419127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-funny.html' title='It&apos;s Funny'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-1070352024461315053</id><published>2008-04-09T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:18:14.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>True friends are angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I believe in angels,&lt;br /&gt;The kind that heaven sends,&lt;br /&gt;I am surrounded by  angels,&lt;br /&gt;But I call them friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people will walk in&lt;br /&gt;and out  of your life,&lt;br /&gt;but only true friends will leave&lt;br /&gt;footprints in your  heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-1070352024461315053?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/1070352024461315053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=1070352024461315053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1070352024461315053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1070352024461315053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/true-friends-are-angels.html' title='True friends are angels'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4454422081996875872</id><published>2008-04-09T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:16:50.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>My wish for a friend like you will never end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wished for a wish.&lt;br /&gt;I wished for you.&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life&lt;br /&gt;...My wish  came true.&lt;br /&gt;I met you as a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;I took you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Until i go  to heaven...&lt;br /&gt;My wish will never end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4454422081996875872?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4454422081996875872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4454422081996875872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4454422081996875872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4454422081996875872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-wish-for-friend-like-you-will-never.html' title='My wish for a friend like you will never end'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-164497896394971998</id><published>2008-04-09T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:15:18.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>You're my friend</title><content type='html'>When you are sad.....I will dry your tears.&lt;br /&gt;When you are scared.....I will  comfort your fears.&lt;br /&gt;When you are worried.....I will give you hope.&lt;br /&gt;When  you are confused.....I will help you cope.&lt;br /&gt;And when you are lost.....And  can't see the light,&lt;br /&gt;I shall be your beacon.....Shining ever so  bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-164497896394971998?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/164497896394971998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=164497896394971998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/164497896394971998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/164497896394971998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/youre-my-friend.html' title='You&apos;re my friend'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-2767170113151331804</id><published>2008-04-09T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:13:56.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Poems'/><title type='text'>You're the best</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to say&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to start&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to  know&lt;br /&gt;how I feel from inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to leave&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you  to cry&lt;br /&gt;Its just that you’re the best&lt;br /&gt;You are my number 1 &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline ! important;" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.loveislonely.com/poems/showlink-catid-60.asp#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; color: blue ! important; font-family: sans-serif; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; color: blue ! important; font-family: sans-serif; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Alligoga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-2767170113151331804?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/2767170113151331804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=2767170113151331804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2767170113151331804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2767170113151331804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/youre-best.html' title='You&apos;re the best'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-1060596235338734154</id><published>2008-04-09T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:22:01.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>How do I thank you?</title><content type='html'>How do I thank you?&lt;br /&gt;When I was walking towards you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to smell the fragrance of a flower&lt;br /&gt;But you gave me a blooming garden&lt;br /&gt;How do I thank you?&lt;br /&gt;When  I was walking towards you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to watch a lonely star&lt;br /&gt;But you gave me  a starry sky&lt;br /&gt;How do I thank you?&lt;br /&gt;When I was walking towards you&lt;br /&gt;I  wanted to listen to the flow of a wave&lt;br /&gt;But you gave me a wavy ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Min Min&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-1060596235338734154?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/1060596235338734154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=1060596235338734154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1060596235338734154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/1060596235338734154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-do-i-thank-you.html' title='How do I thank you?'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-6638183662286159996</id><published>2008-04-09T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:07:22.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>I owe you a huge thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;" pezam="32" zyrmq="1"&gt;I might not have made it if you weren't alive&lt;br /&gt;doing what you are  doing&lt;br /&gt;pulling me through when i need you most&lt;br /&gt;I can always count on you &lt;br /&gt;when I'm happy or sad&lt;br /&gt;How come I feel this way without even meeting  you?&lt;br /&gt;How can you touch so many people when there is only one of you?&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline ! important;" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.loveislonely.com/poems/showlink-pml-282-catid-19.asp#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; color: blue ! important; font-family: sans-serif; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid blue; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; color: blue ! important; font-family: sans-serif; position: relative; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;remind me  to be myself&lt;br /&gt;and not care what others think&lt;br /&gt;I live by that rule&lt;br /&gt;and I  wish everyone would&lt;br /&gt;I hope you keep going because&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I  would do&lt;br /&gt;without you pulling me through&lt;br /&gt;and in the end&lt;br /&gt;I owe you a  huge&lt;br /&gt;THANK-YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" pezam="32" zyrmq="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-6638183662286159996?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/6638183662286159996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=6638183662286159996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6638183662286159996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/6638183662286159996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-owe-you-huge-thank-you.html' title='I owe you a huge thank you'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-5820751134456325761</id><published>2008-04-09T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:29:48.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Keep thankfulness and thank you for a memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you were young&lt;br /&gt;if you fell in love with someone&lt;br /&gt;please, please treat  him tenderly&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long you loved each other&lt;br /&gt;if you could always  treat each other tenderly&lt;br /&gt;then, any moment would be an immaculate  beauty&lt;br /&gt;If you had to part&lt;br /&gt;please say goodbye nicely&lt;br /&gt;keep thankfulness  in your heart and thank him for giving you a memory&lt;br /&gt;When you grow up you will  know&lt;br /&gt;at the moment of suddenly looking back&lt;br /&gt;a youth without resentment  will be regretless&lt;br /&gt;like that silent plenilune over the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Murong Xi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-5820751134456325761?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/5820751134456325761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=5820751134456325761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5820751134456325761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/5820751134456325761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/keep-thankfulness-and-thank-you-for.html' title='Keep thankfulness and thank you for a memory'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-8108610775701989793</id><published>2008-04-09T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:26:10.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You Poems'/><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All my life i had all i dreamed of,&lt;br /&gt;except for real friends who are rare to  find &amp;amp; lucky to have..&lt;br /&gt;i prayed the lord to help find what I was looking  for ..&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago..i knew that i had to search no more..&lt;br /&gt;because god  sent me an angel ..&lt;br /&gt;a person that we all look for..&lt;br /&gt;god just sent me the  gift i ever wanted ..&lt;br /&gt;a piece from heaven ..&lt;br /&gt;a REAL friend that i can  depend on ..&lt;br /&gt;God sent me you Jessy..&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:Ali Y Waizani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-8108610775701989793?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/8108610775701989793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=8108610775701989793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/8108610775701989793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/8108610775701989793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you_09.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-4816094982850409370</id><published>2008-04-09T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:21:37.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Poems'/><title type='text'>I Am</title><content type='html'>I am funny and smart&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when i'll die&lt;br /&gt;I hear tiny voices&lt;br /&gt;I see wierd purple&lt;br /&gt;peopleI want to model&lt;br /&gt;I am funny and smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to careI feel special&lt;br /&gt;I touch his soul&lt;br /&gt;I worry about my brother&lt;br /&gt;I cry for my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I am funny and smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand about death&lt;br /&gt;I say my heart is special&lt;br /&gt;I dream about true love&lt;br /&gt;I try to to be good&lt;br /&gt;I hope to succeed&lt;br /&gt;I am funny and smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Astacia Glover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-4816094982850409370?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/4816094982850409370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=4816094982850409370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4816094982850409370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/4816094982850409370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am.html' title='I Am'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-9203950621178935151</id><published>2008-04-09T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:19:15.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Poems'/><title type='text'>Stand-Up Comedians</title><content type='html'>Stand-up comedians so funny&lt;br /&gt;Joke around to earn their money&lt;br /&gt;They’re never funny sitting down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when standing vertically upright&lt;br /&gt;Their comedic humor is out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Funny-ing as they act like stand-up clowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just can’t be funny or sassy&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on their sorry assy’s&lt;br /&gt;Perpendicular they invite loud guffaws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with their joke-around renditions&lt;br /&gt;In their stand-around positions&lt;br /&gt;They welcome all appreciative applause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they’re on stage it is behooved&lt;br /&gt;To have all the sit-down chairs removed&lt;br /&gt;So they can fill the halls with tons of laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these stand-up fools so funny&lt;br /&gt;Can earn rafts of funny money&lt;br /&gt;The house is filled with laughs up to the rafter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Stanley Cooper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-9203950621178935151?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/9203950621178935151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=9203950621178935151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/9203950621178935151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/9203950621178935151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/stand-up-comedians_09.html' title='Stand-Up Comedians'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-2186221850387663293</id><published>2008-04-09T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:12:48.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Poems'/><title type='text'>I See Me</title><content type='html'>When I look into these eyes&lt;br /&gt;I find things no one else ever catches a glimpse at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this fear of judgment&lt;br /&gt;that makes her cower at confrontation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this hopelessness for the future&lt;br /&gt;that make her choices her burden alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this desperate need for companionship to make her strong&lt;br /&gt;in the savage world of humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this courage&lt;br /&gt;caged in her thoughts of inferiority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see these thoughts of abandonment&lt;br /&gt;that make her cling to anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this devotion to her beliefs&lt;br /&gt;that makes her fear death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that the person I always see is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696617117763524838-2186221850387663293?l=yupture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/feeds/2186221850387663293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696617117763524838&amp;postID=2186221850387663293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2186221850387663293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696617117763524838/posts/default/2186221850387663293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yupture.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-see-me.html' title='I See Me'/><author><name>Yupture Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118910503143360018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696617117763524838.post-2670711606945047697</id><published>2008-04-09T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:10:13.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Poems'/><title type='text'>Sugar And Spice And Everything Nice</title><content type='html'>I looked at her to see&lt;br /&gt;mascara running down the sides of her face&lt;br /&gt;Mixing with a lot of tears&lt;br /&gt;Of frustration mostly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at me through tear glass eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like a rain showered wind shield without window wipers&lt;br /&gt;Stopping to take my hand&lt;br /&gt;playing with my fingers&lt;br /&gt;carefully fingering my rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, something happened that surprised me&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;A little smile&lt;br /&gt;On her little face&lt;br /&gt;What could I do but&lt;br /&gt;Just smile back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a tissue and wiped up the rain,&lt;br /&gt;took her hand and walked with her to the playground&lt;br /&gt;where she gladly played for hours on the swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat and watched&lt;br /&gt;perched&lt;br /&gt;on slanted monkey bars&lt;br /&gt;and knew better than to leave my makeup just laying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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