Up ahead, a ridge to climb,
upward on a roughed out trail,
through a forest plants, boulders too.
I pass through some gray cast shale
and upward go to altitude.
A broad expanse, far below.
I look and see the glow
of the sunrise, takes it's time
to brighten up this land divine.

Escape with me to a beautiful land.
Let your troubles go. Take my hand,
as we flee from this saddest place,
where there is no happiness on your face.

Along the berm,
beside the tree,
is where my love
awaits for me.

A flower rare
is what I see.
It is there; she
awaits for me.

Her lilting laughter,
carries out to me.
Her sparkling eyes
awaits for me.

I found myself weeping
the sad tears of regret,
for my loved one
having no memories and yet,
the love I have for her
is here now and I can't regret
the life we shared, as family
from dawning to sunset.

Can you hate someone,
but still love your Brother?
Can you love someone
and still love another?
Can you change your life
into something very profound,
and not lose all your friends
by not uttering a sound?
An interesting question, don't you see,
for I am talking about
you and me.

As the sunset evolves
My sadness increases
Do I mourn for daylight?
Or do I fear the night?

Heading South.
Going bad.
Your the best
Thing I've had.

It's not too late,
I'll tell you so,
But it is hate,
Stealing the show.

Not hate for you
For this I know.
It is for fate,
Which takes your Soul.

There is no cure
For this terrible plight,
But it helps not
Through the dark night.

What can I do
To keep you now?
Bringing back the joy
For loving you.

Life was great.
Life was good.
Then I found
It wasn't understood.
For those who know
Life is not a play
Or a movie show
But a path forever
With nowhere to go.

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Little slug I do see
why are you eating
my lovely Pansy.

Your life was short
And you left me early
One day you were here
The next day you were gone
And life was never the same

Perhaps you thought
I would not remember
Lessons you taught me
About right and wrong
About love and respect

But I remember them all
Like it happened yesterday
They helped define me
And will be with me always
In my heart, right next to you

The sound of music
floats through the trees.
I hear your voice;
So sweetly you sing.
The melodious sound
of the music I hear,
reminds me of times
when I called you dear.
Will those years return
back to thee?
I suppose they will,
when you are with me.

Day slowly fades to black.
Moonless sky; Stars all bright,
on this, the darkest night.
Streaking comets, satellites too,
a most remarkable sight to view.

The shadows dance;
It is not a romance.
They are creatures
who jump and prance.
Rippling light, in the dark.
A different noise; a Lark?
I think not
was said to me.
Justice for all
and to be free.

Do you ever have thoughts
of things, all asunder,
when you hear the sound
of a clap of thunder?
I do and my mind starts to roam,
away from the troubles now,
away from the trouble at home.

A whisper came from lips, ice cold.
Help me Father, for I must go,
to search this broad land
for my pot of gold;
To bring forth riches
first found by thee.
The richness of freedom
to pray on my knee.

When I loved myself enough: 
I quit settling for too little.
I came to know my own goodness.
I began taking the gift of life seriously and gratefully.
I began to know I was in the right place at the right time and I could relax.
I felt compelled to slow down way down. And that has made all the difference.
I came to love being alone, surrounded by silence awed by its spell, listening to inner space.................

Poster's Note: These are selected Stanzas from Kim McMillen's book "When I Loved Myself Enough”  -  Published posthumously in English by her daughter Alison McMillen. The beautiful short writing underwent a couple of language translations by others and much of her writing has over time been copied, changed, and miss-attributed on the Internet to Charlie Chaplin. In addition to the numerous websites that reproduced this poem in full, while attributing it to Chaplin, parts of her poem have also been used to create share-worthy memes featuring the famous actor’s image. The book is still available in print and electronic form 

I'm not afraid and yet,
I fear for all children
and what we have beget.

What kind of World, will this be,
if all citizens are not free?
Where must they go
to be treated with equality?

When the music stops
but the dance goes on,
the life we know is over
and our friends are gone.

When the music stops,
in this World so grim,
it will be the time
to think of him.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas (1914 - 1953) Welsh poet and writer. Photo from findagrave.com - added by Willism Bjornstad