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| | Human Rights Poem (52): The Laws of God, the Laws of Man | | 2008-08-23 05:04:14 | | (source)
The laws of God, the laws of man, A.E. Housman
The laws of God, the laws of man,
He may keep that will and can;
Not I: let God and man decree
Laws for themselves and not for me;
And if my ways are not as theirs
Let them mind their own affairs.
Their deeds I judge and much condemn,
Yet when did [...] | | By: PAP Blog | | |
| | Human Rights Poem (51): Grenadier | | 2008-08-21 01:51:13 | | (source)
Grenadier, A.E Housman
The Queen she sent to look for me,
The sergeant he did say,
`Young man, a soldier will you be
For thirteen pence a day?’
For thirteen pence a day did I
Take off the things I wore,
And I have marched to where I lie,
And I shall march no more.
My mouth is dry, my [...] | | By: PAP Blog | | |
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| Funny Love Poem - How To Find The Right Words | | 2008-08-04 00:00:00 | | When it comes to writing a funny love poem you may find yourself faced with a task a lot harder that first thought.
This article contains tips and ideas that will help you write a funny love poem.
Before you begin your funny love poem I would recommend reading and listing to other poems in the [...] | | By: Resources Zone | | |
| | Birthday Poem | | 2008-08-02 00:00:00 | | When lying in the grass
Without a blanket
Wasn’t risky, when red ants
And chiggers were expected,
Itching and subsequent scratching
Abated by Bactine and calamine lotion,
And time passed
While I lay watching the sun talk to the sky,
Blades pushing abstracts into my calves,
Eyes closed listening, happy.
When birthdays were
rewards for passing fourth grade, mending
From measles, growing two inches
And gaining five pounds a good thing,
Writing the numbers proudly in my babybook,
Time passing too slowly
For my anticipation of puberty and smoking,
Boyfriends with real kisses and cars,
Candles lit with wishes, lips pursed,
Eyes closed waiting, expectant. | | By: GotPoetry - News for Poets. Place to Write. | | |
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| Human Rights Poem (50): The Second Coming | | 2008-07-18 10:30:13 | | The Second Coming, William Butler Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is [...] | | By: PAP Blog | | |
| | Human Rights Poem (49): The Slave’s Lament | | 2008-07-18 10:29:41 | | The Slave’s Lament, Robert Burns
It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthrall
For the lands of Virginia-ginia O;
Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more,
And alas! I am weary, weary O!
Torn from &c.
All on that charming coast is no bitter snow and frost,
Like the lands of Virginia-ginia O;
There streams for [...] | | By: PAP Blog | | |
| | Human Rights Poem (48): The White House | | 2008-07-18 10:29:11 | | The White House, Claude McKay
Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,
A chafing savage, down the decent street;
And passion rends my vitals as I pass,
Where boldly shines your [...] | | By: PAP Blog | | |
| | Rumi poem in The Kite Runner movie | | 2008-07-13 19:25:43 | | i just watched the movie Kite Runner, and its a 2007 Academy Award-nominated film directed by Marc Forster based on the novel of the same name by Khaled Hosseini. if you still haven't watched it, you must. its a movie that simply touches the heart.once you watch the movie, there are two lines of the movie that remains in the mind:"there is a way to be good again.""for you, a thousand times over."i loved the poem of Mevlana Rumi recited by the main character, Amir when he was a boy, fleeing to Pakistan as refugee from homeland during Soviet invasion of Afghanistan.Here is the poem (from Mathnawi 1 , 1510 - 1513):Who are we in this complicated world?if we come to sleepwe are His drowsy ones.and if we come to wakewe are in His hands.if we come to weeping,we are His cloud full of raindrops.and if we come to laughing,we are His lightning in that moment.if we come to anger and battle,it is the reflection of His wrath.and if we come to peace and pardon,it is the reflection of His love.who are | | By: Inspirations and Creative Thoughts | | |
| | Human Rights Poem (47): Refugee | | 2008-07-04 02:10:38 | | Time for one of my own:
Refugee (2), FIlip Spagnoli
I’m a stranger, like hope in a world that doesn’t change
or change in a world that doesn’t hope.
And like all strangers I wash my hands separately,
and I scratch my own back,
and I no longer wonder ’bout the double meaning of “asylum”
‘cos there is none:
you have to be [...] | | By: PAP Blog | | |
| | | A Poem | | 2008-06-28 13:28:05 | | Having done fragment of poetry for my last two posts, I decided to post one I wrote. It's not political, but what the hell...requiembury me if you wouldin a shroud,that my brothers and sisters,the worms and microbes,may enfold my body back into the earth,that one daya little girlsquatting before a gaily colored flowerwill lean forward to inhale its scentand in doing so,will inhale my spirit. http://www.relaywave.com/pingRelayWave.php
| | By: The Peace Tree | | |
| | Poem of the Week: Life is... | | 2008-06-27 23:41:55 | | LIFE IS...by Mother TheresaLife is an opportunity, benefit from it.Life is beauty, admire it.Life is a dream, realize it.Life is a challenge, meet it.Life is a duty, complete it.Life is a game, play it.Life is a promise, fulfill it.Life is sorrow, overcome it.Life is a song, sing it.Life is a struggle, accept it.Life is a tragedy, confront it.Life is an adventure, dare it.Life is luck, make it.Life is too precious, do not destroy it.Life is life, fight for it.Earn Money and Friends @ myLot.com
| | By: The Soliloquist | | |
| | POEM: Shaken, but Not Stirred! | | 2008-06-25 19:08:00 | | Trying my hands on a poem for the first time…Nothing personal in this. Wasn't sure how readers will take it. Did a beta release yesterday at Mouthshut and feedback was positive. So with that courage releasing this to my blog readers.Read and tell me if this looks hopeless/average/bad/acceptable… whatever…---Poem Start--- ---Shaken, but not Stirred---I should have kept my coolBut now I feel like a foolI’ll be in town this weekend-said heWhen and where are we meeting? Questioned an eager meWill call you once I land-said heI’ll be eagerly waiting-said meThe person didn’t even had plans of calling meShould I plan for an outing?-asked the stupid meNot sure about outing-said heNot sure means "Sure-Not"-someone should’ve told me!He’s back in his townI feel like thrown deep downHe’s living his life BindaasWhy should I feel like Devdaas?Seems to be in no regrets not meeting meShould have known where I stand-crazy me!Telephone calls are really cheapAm I cheaper than that? I wee | | By: eNidhi - A professional amateur | | |
| | | Human Rights Poem (44): The Elf King | | 2008-06-15 03:50:21 | | The Elf king (Der Erlkönig), Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Who rides so late through night and wind?
It is the father with his child.
He has the little one well in the arm
He holds him secure, he holds him warm.
“My son, why hide your face in fear?”
“See you not, Father, the Elf king?
The Elf king with crown and [...] | | By: PAP Blog | | |
| | Human Rights Poem (43): Musee des beaux arts | | 2008-06-14 16:19:40 | | (Photograph: Jane Bown)
Musee des beaux arts, W.H. Auden
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters; how well, they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not [...] | | By: PAP Blog | | |
| | Human Rights Poem (40): Questions From A Worker Who Reads | | 2008-06-08 10:17:39 | | Questions From A Worker Who Reads, Bertolt Brecht
Who built Thebes of the seven gates?
In the books you will find the names of kings.
Did the kings haul up the lumps of rock?
And Babylon, many times demolished
Who raised it up so many times? In what houses
of gold-glittering Lima did the builders live?
Where, the evening that the Wall [...] | | By: PAP Blog | | |
| | Human Rights Poem (39): On The Critical Attitude | | 2008-06-07 14:33:27 | | On The Critical Attitude, Bertolt Brecht
The critical attitude
Strikes many people as unfruitful
That is because they find the state
Impervious to their criticism
But what in this case is an unfruitful attitude
Is merely a feeble attitude. Give criticism arms
And states can be demolished by it.
Canalising a river
Grafting a fruit tree
Educating a person
Transforming a state
These are instances of fruitful [...] | | By: PAP Blog | | |
| | Human Rights Poem (38): Tortures | | 2008-06-07 03:03:12 | | Tortures, Wislawa Szymborska
Nothing has changed.
The body is susceptible to pain,
it must eat and breathe air and sleep,
it has thin skin and blood right underneath,
an adequate stock of teeth and nails,
its bones are breakable, its joints are stretchable.
In tortures all this is taken into account.
Nothing has changed.
The body shudders as it shuddered
before the founding of Rome [...] | | By: PAP Blog | | |
| | Human Rights Poem (35): Incantation | | 2008-06-02 14:31:34 | | (copyright by Mikhail Lemkhin, www.lemkhin.com)
Incantation, Czeslaw Milosz
Human reason is beautiful and invincible.
No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books,
No sentence of banishment can prevail against it.
It establishes the universal ideas in language,
And guides our hand so we write Truth and Justice
With capital letters, lie and oppression with small.
It puts what should be above [...] | | By: PAP Blog | | |
| | Human Rights Poem (34): A Task | | 2008-06-02 14:19:22 | | A Task, Czeslaw Milosz
In fear and trembling, I think I would fulfill my life
Only if I brought myself to make a public confession
Revealing a sham, my own and of my epoch:
We were permitted to shriek in the tongue of dwarfs and demons
But pure and generous words were forbidden
Under so stiff a penalty that whoever dared [...] | | By: PAP Blog | | |
| | Another Poem For Sunday | | 2008-05-25 10:42:00 | | A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand-How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep- while I weep!O God! can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?O God! can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?Edgar Allan PoeWikipediaSubscribe to RSS headline updates from: Powered by FeedBurner
| | By: UNTREATABLE' S BLOG - Borderline Personality Self | | |
| | my new favorite poem; perfect for my AP Lit poem assignment | | 2008-05-21 00:02:45 | | My girlfriend is in love with Holden Caulfield
David Levithan
My girlfriend is in love with Holden Caulfield
and it is driving me CRAZY. She has read that book
thirteen times, which is about eleven more times than
she’s bothered to read me. Everything she sees now
is PHONY. Starbucks is PHONY. Our teachers are
PHONY. Society is PHONY. And love – [...] | | By: the cloudy dreamer/stacy | | |
| | Sunday's Poem | | 2008-05-18 10:53:00 | | THE ROAD NOT TAKENTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the tother, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy ans wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -I took the one less traveled byAnd that has made all the difference.Robert FrostGreat link about the poetSubscribe to RSS headline updates from: Powered by FeedBurner
| | By: UNTREATABLE' S BLOG - Borderline Personality Self | | |
| | One of my favorite poem | | 2008-05-13 15:25:39 | | I love making poems way back in highschool. I have lots of it but I lost some. I found this one poem after cleaning my closet.DevastationWhy dont you quit playing games with my heart?You knew I can't live without you right from the startWhy wont you stop breaking me upCan't you see that enough is enough?I've learned to play the role of miserable martyrAnd I think my heart is numb because of tearsI've had enough and yet I can't let you goEventhough I know when these tears start to slowDevastation | | By: Kiss and Tell | | |
| | The Poem Formerly Known As The Movie “The Bride Of Frankenstein”, or, “All My Original Parts | | 2008-05-03 00:00:00 | | (for Elsa Lanchester)
It’s ok if you stare at me, I understand.
It’s the hair, am I right? Ha!
You should see it on a “bad hair” day.
It’s taken me some time to accept my looks,
and I can live with them, on the good days.
This isn’t one of them. I could tell
as soon as i tried to put my makeup on
and the only way to use shadow to enhance my looks
would be to find one to hide in.
Other days, I can face the mirror,
take in the starved-veal calf skin tones,
the smokey baggage under each eye,
the fifty-zillion watt hairdo.
Should I despair “Could I look any worse?”
I take a look at Frankie, then thank God
for the small mercies.
Frankie is my partner.
It was an arranged marriage, but it works.
It’s like we were made for each other...
Anyway, back in 1934, Universal Studios calls
having had the brilliant idea for a sequel to “Frankenstein”
based on the plot logic that the first film
positively reeked of money.
And there were bits of Marry Shelly’s story
that we | | By: GotPoetry - News for Poets. Place to Write. | | |
| | Another Poem For A Sunday | | 2008-04-26 23:45:00 | | Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Dylan Thomas 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 tha | | By: UNTREATABLE' S BLOG - Borderline Personality Self | | |
| | Human Rights Poem (31) | | 2008-04-26 05:27:53 | | One of my own:
The capital of punishment
Mistaken religion, unlucky position,
You may be spoiling someone’s horizon
Or crossing a trajectory in the streets of Bagdad.
It’s better that your execution is extra-judicial rather than intra.
At least you don’t have to wait for the date and satisfy the spectators. | | By: PAP Blog | | |
| | Human Rights Poem (30) | | 2008-04-25 07:00:23 | | Injustice, Pablo Neruda
(tr. Alastair Reid)
Whoever discovers the who of me will find out the who of you,
and the why, and the where.
Early on, I discovered the range of injustice.
Hunger was not just hunger,
but rather a measure of man.
cold and wind were also measures.
The proud man racked up a hundred hungers, then fell.
Pedro was buried at [...] | | By: PAP Blog | | |
| | Hilarious Wedding Poem | | 2008-04-22 11:10:00 | | This a delightful wedding poem for those of you new to the game, it gives an hilarious look at the process of the Wedding Day. This will certainly lighten up for 2008 Wedding planning process and hopefully give you a smile.WeddingsIf you go to a wedding, here’s what it meansNo one wears trainers and no one wears jeansYour best new clothes are all that you wearAnd everyone in your whole family is thereEven some cousins that you’ve never knownAnd the grown-ups all say “Oh, how much you have | | By: Christmas Wedding-2008 | | |
| | Poem on Sachin Tendulkar | | 2008-04-16 12:53:05 | | Here is an attempt to appreciate Sachin Tendulkar… I really admire this great man!
Sachin Tendulkar- By Sundar Rajan G SOh Sachin Tendulkar has come out on a quest!Of all the cricketers, he is one of the best!
Sachin hits a six, sachin hits a four..We wont be satisfied, we ask for more…
They call him the [...] | | By: Coffee With Sundar | | |
| | Raisins are People - the poem | | 2008-04-15 16:00:00 | | Raisins are People.Don't believe me? Yeah...probably a good idea.However, when you have children, there's all kinds of things you... | | By: Scrivel | | |
| | A poem about Dill Mill Gayye. (Self Made) | | 2008-04-09 12:52:00 | | This show is cool.This show is great.For many of them, it is their favourite!You cannot comment on their destiny-Let me introduce, the 5 interns of Sanjivani:He is a hero, he is a starIn his life- he will go very farTo his work, he can bring his aan, baan & shaanHe is none other than our vry own - Dr. ARMAAN!She is cute, she is fairAlso has long black hairShe treats her patience as they all are apnaShe is our very own - Dr. SAPNAHe is cool, he likes to singOn your face, smile he can bringHe also likes to do socializieHe is our Dr. ATUL JOSHIShe is tall, she is rudeShe also has some attitudeShe always gleam with a gleeShe is our Dr. ANJALIShe is pretty, she is gorgeousFor many she is auspiciousHer beauty & brain combinationCan bring people in dilemmaShe is our heroine Dr. RIDDHIMA! | | By: Dill Mill Gayye Official Blog | | |
| | The Ultimate iPhone Poem! | | 2008-03-26 02:06:31 | | When I read this, I laughed and just had to post it here for everyone to read. It’s iPhone in Canada Forum user Ozzie’s contest entry my PDO Reviso Premium Leather iPhone Case Contest! (read the review here)
How to enter the contest? It’s super easy! Register for forums, then head over and enter in this [...] | | By: iPhone in Canada: Tips, Tricks, and News for Canad | | |
| | Become Becoming | Poem of Spring, Poem of New Life Born out of Remembrance | | 2008-03-21 21:51:32 | | As spring arrives, it reminds of the renewal cycle of rebirth which manifest again and again. the whole creation, every molecule is in a continuous state of renewing itself again and again. the Divine comes into manifestation with every moment. no two moments are the same yet they belong to Oneness, each is part of Whole. what a miracle to witness this arrival and being part of this becoming! May this spring bring new life energy, new inspiration to your life and your loved ones.on night of the Spring Equinox, the following poem was shared by author and visionary artist Colette. thanks Colette for sharing!Become Becoming | Li-Young LeeWait for evening.Then you’ll be alone.Wait for the playground to empty.Then call out those companions from childhood:The one who closed his eyesand pretended to be invisible.The one to whom you told every secret.The one who made a world of any hiding place.And don’t forget the one who listened in silencewhile you wondered out lout:Is the universe an e | | By: Inspirations and Creative Thoughts | | |
| | What Women Want - A Poem | | 2008-03-14 05:36:00 | | Women are shallowWomen are vainWomen, men feelAre often a pain.Now if that’s trueWhat’re you to do?I must ask thenWhat’s a woman to you?A mother, a wife;Or a sister besideHere are some womenMen walk alongside.We say we are equal,We say we are strongTruth of the matter is;We are rarely wrong!What do we want?You ask us today,Will you ask again tomorrow?What happened to yesterday?Are you ready to listen?That list runs longNo expense necessaryBut you must be strong.We want love & respectNot be spoken down toSome understanding $ compassionFor the work that we do.We play many rolesWe try not to hurt,We pretend to be strongWhenever you are curt.We say we are equalWe say we are strongTruth of the matter isWe are sometimes wrong.We want to be cherishedThought of as wiseA compliment from youWill be really nice.Treat us sweetTreat us kindTreat us like QueensWe don’t mind!Be nice to a ladyFor how lovely she isHer smile & her warmthIs one you will miss.Buy her some flowersA trinket | | By: Writers Blend - The Intellectual Mindscape [RSS] | | |
| | | Vasudha Hande’s poem in Taranga Magazine | | 2008-03-10 11:27:00 | | Given below is a copy of Kannada poem written by Vasudha Hande, published in Taranga, a popular kannada weekly in Karnataka
Thanks to Sandesh Karanth for sending scanned image.Trouble viewing blogger hosted image? Try wordpress copy here.
Similar: Shrinidhi Hande on ETV * Hardalli Krishnadeva Kedlaya Falicitated *
Print articles by Shrinidhi Hande – Secret Letter * Selling petroleum (Kannada) | | By: eNidhi - A professional amateur | | |
| | Solemn Visit with John and a Great Poem | | 2008-03-09 15:40:46 | | Recovering from a morning of housework, she loads three of her twelve children into the dirty van. She's tired, but in a great mood, feeling fulfilled and content. She takes a look at her children. The 16 year old, jobless, high grade a D+, glasses on crooked, and hair too long looks over at her from the front seat. He looks at her with the glazed look and the goofy grin that characterize him and she makes a mental note that she better keep reminding him to brush his teeth as they look like they haven't been touched in weeks.The middle seat holds a 13 year old daughter, full of energy and life, already singing to the radio -- loudly and off tune, though she doesn't ever realize it. Her brothers do, but this day they choose to let her belt it out without comment. They are all feeling good, so why ruin the moment?The backseat holds one of our two newest sons. Not very motivated, often bored, she smiles at him because, even though he is a bit lazy, he is cooperative and kind. She | | By: Never a Dull Moment | | |
| | what if it were true (another what if poem) | | 2008-03-07 00:00:00 | | what if
all that I've learned were a joke
all that I’ve done were in vain
what if
all that I’ve seen weren’t there
all that I've heard were a lie
what if
all that I've touched were dust
what if
all that i've loved were no more
what if
an illusion were the building block
of the universe
if all this were true
would i be then
a somebody’s
drunken dream
that
should
have
ended
long
ago | | By: GotPoetry - News for Poets. Place to Write. | | |
| | Untitled poem | | 2008-03-06 23:30:00 | | You say that you’ll love me forever but what about todayAs the dusks become dawns and the years pass on will youLove me the same wayIf so let us rejoice and bath in constant pleasureIf not spare my heart today and I shall recover before foreverAnd if my doubts and questions upset you, forgive my fragile heartI just wanted to know if you’d love me foreverBefore today would start!***It's called untitled poem, cause honestly I don't know what the tittle of this poem will be. I got this from my mads Jo, a poem without a tittle. I wanted to put a tittle on it, but I can't think of any.Sorry I thought this week I will be back on my track again, but unfortunately it's worsen. Still not in the mood to write and so depress, feeling alone and empty. My heart is shattered again in pieces, soon I will post it what I really felt right now. I'm not selfish I know this is the truth behind my closet, but accept my apology. I'm not ready to share it to everyone my feelings right now, even to | | By: The truth behind my closet | | |
| | Open Question: 10 pts! Do you like the poem I wrote? | | 2008-02-19 04:43:23 | | Be honest please. I know it's like 5 am, so I am tired, but hopefully this is good. Thanks
My Muse
Her voice is a delicate song,
The graced lyrics of empathy,
Here with her, where I belong,
Her siren an inescapable melody.
Explaining what love is about,
Where if I were to become blind,
Not pondering without a doubt,
She'll still look in my eyes.
Clasping her hand I'll follow,
Yesterday is easy to forget,
We're together for tomorrow,
Brushed snug to her silhouet.
Here tonight I'll rest my head,
Her perfume still lingers near,
Tranced with the verses she said,
For her words are always here.
| | By: Rockstarist - a musician's resource | | |
| | Humor jokes-A woman's poem | | 2008-02-15 23:34:27 | | He didn't like the casseroleAnd he didn't like my cake.He said my biscuits were too hard...Not like his mother used to make.I didn't perk the coffee rightHe didn't like the stew,I didn't mend his socksThe way his mother used to do.I pondered for an answerI was looking for a clue.Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him...Like his mother used to do. | | By: Life Disguised in Humor | | |
| | Baby Footprint Poem - How to Make it? | | 2008-02-03 21:33:26 | | Baby Footprint Poem - How to Make it?There is another unique way to memories every moments with our beloved baby beside using baby handprint crafts, its called baby footprint poem. In baby footprint poem, we combine our baby footprint with baby poem on a cute frame together with our baby photos. We could make our baby looks more special with this footprint poems for baby.How to make baby footprint poem?Are there steps by steps instructions to make it with ease?Yes, you could make your own baby footprint poem by your own hand and own creativity. But for your basic ideas, you could read the tips from Pamella Neely, she is mom who expert with baby footprint and handprint.She has wrote a really clear instructions to make baby footprint poems with 4 easy steps. The first step, find a baby poem or any of great poem and print it out. Second, prepare some craft supplies needed. Third, make the baby footprint with poem using her step by step instruction. Fourth, Finishing up. And you have got a | | By: Baby First Year | | |
| | Best Love Poem | | 2008-02-02 15:27:51 | |
What is the best Elias Tobias love poem?
With Valentine’s Day coming up this month, the best Elias Tobias love
poem is up for grabs as readers of the poetry blog, World of Words by Elias
Tobias have an opportunity to vote for their choice. After all it is an election
year. Three poems are nominated by the Webmaster, [...] | | By: World of World by Elias Tobias | | |
| | Funny Poem by Dave Foley | | 2008-01-09 10:44:18 | | This is posted mainly because Dave Foley is a comedical genius.
Also a very underapriciated comedian, and haha this poem is so silly.
Hope you like it a little anyway. I suggest watching some other Dave Foley
videos posted here! There are some really good ones…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ysc_T3B9Ciw | | By: Funny Clean Videos ! | | |
| | Turning a Poem into a Song, Part 2. | | 2008-01-01 21:20:06 | | Ok, in the last post I talked about my thought process in creating a chorus from a poem I was given. This time I’ll talk about the verses. Here’s the material that became the verses, for reference.
Will you be my angel?
When you cross to the other side.
When those pearly gates swing open wide
When Jesus’ Glory [...] | | By: Project-D | | |
| | January Poem of the Month | | 2008-01-01 09:45:41 | | Newsletter of the World of Words by Elias Tobias
Hope everyone had a great Christmas and a Happy New Year holiday. Mrs. Claus and I had a chance to visit relatives in several states after my big night of the year. Here is a picture of us.  Â
We got a chance to catch-up with folks we [...] | | By: World of World by Elias Tobias | | |
| | Turning a Poem into a Song, Part 1. | | 2007-12-28 19:03:39 | | I was recently asked to take a poem and turn it into a song. The author had written a poem, about a guardian angel and though it would make a good song. It’s of a very religious nature which I know is not everybody’s cup of tea. My wife listens to a lot of [...] | | By: Project-D | | |
| | A Christmas Poem Sent To Me This Morning.... | | 2007-12-25 09:16:00 | | Peter here, and this was sent to me this morning by a very special friend. She knows who she is! It's called SILLY ME..... **SILLY ME** NW-2007 I'm in love with a man who is ever so sweet.I'm in love with a heart that does not skip a beat. I'm in love with a voice that is always so kind.I'm in love with a mind that overpowers all minds. I'm in love with eyes that captured me so.I'm in love with someone I cannot let go. I'm in love with the lips that trapped mine forever.I want to be with you forever and ever. And most of all, as you can see,I'm in love with you. Ha ha, silly me.Hello, my Constant Readers. I thought that was so sweet. I hope you're having as great a day as I am. Be well. | | By: Peter's Red Sox Forever | | |
| | A sports Christmas poem for you | | 2007-12-24 11:01:52 | | [EDITOR'S NOTE: In honor of the holiday, I leave you with this sports Christmas poem. Happy Holidays, Big Blue View Nation!] Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the NBA Not a creature was stirring, there were no games to play. Knicks' fans hung stockings by the chimney with a prayer, Still hoping James Dolan would soon boot Isiah outta there. NFL players were nestled all snug in their beds, Except the Broncos and Chargers, who are still bashing heads. And mamma in her `kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just finished settling down Warren Sapp. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Even Tony Kornheiser awoke to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, There was Hank Steinbrenner, passing out cash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Even made Eli look like he could throw. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, Frank Caliendo impersonating John Madden drinking beer. With a little old driver, so li | | By: Big Blue View | | |
| | Finals, Kwanzaa, and a poem | | 2007-12-20 01:08:27 | | Finals are over. Frosty the Snowman is a bitch. And there are less than two weeks until Kwanzaa. Excited yet?To wrap this up, here is part three of the star wars content. It's a poem, which kind of breaks some unspoken BSD rules, but it's about star wars and love, and I know that at least Matt and the girl I wrote it for liked it.A Star Wars poem for Higgy:You shut down the trash compactors on my detention level.That is to say, you take my breath away.And maybe I just want to be your Bothan spy, Climbing in your AT-ST,Hoping we’ll drive home together tonight,Back to Echo Base or Yavin IV.And it makes me smile.No, I’m not saying that you are theComforts of a Tauntaun.But you do have the warmness of one.And a certain bluish glow,Like Obi-wan on Dagobah.I’ll sit and watch twin suns with you,Waiting on Tatooine.I’ll make the Kessel Run to you,In less than12 parsecs with 1.21 gigawatts.And through the haze of snow and sand storms,Or the clouds of BespinI’ll follow youLike a Tuskan RaiderWould their Bantha.You found me like a probe droid,Hit me like a wamprat,Loved me like an Alderaanian.And so, I don’t have a bad feeling about this,Because I think you’re the droids I’m looking for.So lets party like ewoks,Live like Rebels, die like Wookies,And love like only Hoth will ever let us.(edit)Caleb Michael Lalinsky, played | | By: Blast Shields Down | | |
| | Broken Poem | | 2007-12-17 19:50:00 | | Dalam hatiku tersimpan tanyaInikah yang disebut cinta?Mungkinkah dia cintaku?Inginku dapatkan cintamuTapi tak mungkinRupanya kamu sudah ada yang punyaAh, takdir ini begitu kejamTak kusangka,Hal ini terjadi lagiAnganku kembali kandasNasibku kembali sialTanpa cinta disisiInikah takdirku?Andai aku bisa merubahnyaPuisi ini ditujukan untuk seseorang disana yang telah menerbangkan dan menjatuhkanku. Terima kasih. | | By: NANDA | | |
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| | A Poem by Annie | | 2007-12-11 22:20:00 | | Please enjoy this show recap told in poem form courtesy of Annie of Annie & Burl Live! on BlogTalkRadio.When reading, please keep in mind that I had NO PART in writing this. Again, this poem is courtesy of Annie of Annie & Burl Live!, not Dr. Blogstein. I want no credit for this. Please.By the way, it took Annie 90 minutes to write this. Enjoy. Twas the night before Blogstein, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even Allison Krauss The guys were well hung by the computer with care In hopes that Miyoko soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of you on a cheesecake danced in our heads. And Chocolatta as your cohost and earlier I took a nap Not knowing that later I would hear Queen do a rap. Just when we thought those Fat Bottom Girls couldn’t get fatter The Dj called and he interacted with our chatter. Away to the screen I flew like a flash Tore open my wallet saying damn this du | | By: Dr. Blogstein | | |
| | December Poem of the Month | | 2007-12-02 15:31:56 | | The newsletter for the World of Worlds by Elias Tobias
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Welcome tot he World of Words by Elias Tobias, for those who have never been to this Web blog. For those who have dropped by earlier andnot returned, there have been several changes to note. Every month a Poem of the Month is posted, [...] | | By: World of World by Elias Tobias | | |
| | Poem: Important "I" by Joylyn | | 2007-11-23 04:44:00 | | I’ve stolen this poem from haneulteach.blogspot.com, a blog authored by Joy. I wish I’m as good as her in poem writing. "I"
You search, you hide and
you crave
Your life moves on
Your desires eat you up and as time passes by
You begin to realize that you're nothing
The most important "I"
what a waste you have created in this world
If only you could have made others happy...
Look at
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| | Remembrance Poem for the Holiday Season | | 2007-11-22 08:42:41 | | I received this via e-mail from a cousin who works at Boeing: Subject: A Different Christmas (and Thanksgiving) Poem The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife... | | By: Stix Blog | | |
| | A Meaningful Poem | | 2007-11-05 20:46:00 | | If you think you are beaten, you are.If you think you dare not, you don’t.If you like to win, but you think you can’t,It is almost certain you won’t.If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost,For out in the world we find,Success begins with a fellow’s will—It’s all in the state of mind.If you think you are outclassed, you are,You’ve got to think high to rise,You’ve got to be sure of yourself beforeYou can never ever win a prize.Life’s battles don’t always goTo the stronger or faster man,but soon or late the man who winsIs THE MAN WHO THINKS HE CAN! | | By: NANDA | | |
| | November Poem of the Month | | 2007-11-02 15:35:51 | | Newsletter of the World of Words by Elias Tobias
It’s November already.
It has been good to see change of seasons with the different
colors of leaves in Indiana,and that’s different than the trees
along the Mexico border in Texas. Next will come colder
weather and snow. We’re getting ready with new coats
and getting our cars winterized like we did when [...] | | By: World of World by Elias Tobias | | |
| | Finding Myself (A Poem for You) | | 2007-10-29 15:02:00 | | I have found myselfA million miles awaySearching for good looking for badSeeming to have a hell of a timeI always find myselfIn another worldBurning rubber crunching numbersDiscovering space and timeI always find myselfIn the same damned placeBrain kept churning mind kept wanderingLocked in and out of tuneBut I’ll always find my wayI will always, find a way'Coz you are there to guide my wayLike a beacon on a stormLike a guiding star on Christmas nightsYou are there to light my wayI will always find myself. | | By: Literary Exex | | |
| | | Angel in Disguise (poem) | | 2007-10-01 11:13:00 | | It was raining foreverThe atmosphere the sameWater pouring through my faceTroubles down the drainI was cold but I don’t mindI just don’t mindMy heart is full of hateThe world is in decayShame consumes me wholeAnd rots my mind and soulI was hurt but I don’t careI just don’t careIf I could reach the starsAtop a mountain ridgeRide the white cotton cloudsI hope I’ll seeAn angel flying byLove takes forever butI guess somewhere, sometimeI know I’ll findAn angel in disguiseNow that I’ve seen your smileBeneath that almond faceFelt the warmth of your hairI guess you didCaught me by surpriseYes, love takes forever butI guess I’m right, this timeI know I’ve foundMy angel in disguiseI know it’s you and I just know…I know you are…My angel in disguise. | | By: Literary Exex | | |
| | September Gemstone poem - the Sapphire | | 2007-09-18 22:14:00 | | September Birthstone poem - the Sapphire"A maiden born when autumn leavesAre rustling in September's breeze,A Sapphire on her brow should bind;To bring her joy and peace of mind."SapphireRepresents one’s connection with divine mind. Opens the mind to beauty and intuition. Physical: Stimulates the regeneration of the pituitary gland and the ductless glandular system. Emotional: Improves communication with spirit guides, promotes clarity and inspiration. Alleviates depression by helping the body correctly regulate the chemicals that affect moods. | | By: Jewelry Trends and Gem Accessories - Latest Trends | | |
| | It Sucks (poem) | | 2007-09-18 20:41:00 | | Life is just a gameBring your luck but stillYou end up needing moreJust not enoughSometimesIf you have everythingWould you need something moreWould you ask for moreOr you just wouldn’t care.Life is but a gameWin some, lose someNot about feeling goodThat’s the truth, it does just hurtSometimesIf you have everythingWill you help someone you knowWill you try something newOr would you rather stay behind?It is everything but fairTried all but stillYou always lose somethingSomeone somewhere Sometimes it just simply sucks. | | By: Literary Exex | | |
| | Conundrums (poem) | | 2007-09-18 02:25:00 | | My brain kept thinkingWas it logical, or even rationalEducated guess, endless hypothesesMatter of a fact!My heart feels something...Was it right, or might even be wrongJust a hunch, or woman‘s intuitionScience or fiction?My left says yes, my right said noThe brain thinks right, my heart feels wrongIs there any other wayBut compromise all along?My brain was numb, my heart was dumbOh how silly this thing can beWe just don’t know, or should it beTo feel a thing?Would we ever unburdenThe sufferings of manWould we able to measureThe joys of creation?Could we ever decipherThe mysteries of lifeWill we be able to understandThe reasons unknown?But what is there to know?Two sides on a coin, a yin and a yanStillness of night and the brightness of dayHues of black and whiteWhere have all the colors gone?My mind is a heartless pig,The heart a mindless freakSuch a self-imposed conundrumIf one has the otherThen it would not matter.What am I to do? | | By: Literary Exex | | |
| | Welcome Poem from Online Business Alliance | | 2007-09-02 19:59:40 | |
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| | THIS IS NOT A POEM...IT IS A TRAGEDY... | | 2007-08-31 21:21:40 | | WARBLESing it, George! Sing it! Sing it!Sing it, baby! Sing it!Carry your message to the worldWarble from shore to shoreHarmonize into BaghdadSing your truths to the deadSing in the darkened streetsSing it under watery New OrleansSing it loud! Sing it fiercely!Lie! Lie! Lie! Lie!Sing your lies to the masses,Watch now as they burn,The glow reflected in your eyesAnd through your dark soul...Sing it, baby! Sing it!Sing it! Sing it!Empire awaits!WAITINGView the rest of WAITING.This is not a poem.I am waiting.Waiting.Waiting for peaceto break out.Waiting for the rainto stop.Holding on for dear life.Holding.Holding.Holding onfor Guantanamo,for Abu Ghraib,for God.This is not a poem.Sensing the time has come.Wait.Wait for Human Rightswaiting to fly by,waiting for the lightto change.I’m waiting.Waiting.Waiting.Waiting for torture in my name.Clear Skies,Clean Air,Healthy Forest,Truthiness and Lies.NoTreeLeftBehind.Arsenic and Lakes,tapped lead,Mountain Topmine,hisandhersmining.This is not a po | | By: The Peace Tree | | |
| | "The Man He Killed", the immortal poem by Thomas Hardy | | 2007-08-09 17:35:00 | | Had he and I but metBy some old ancient inn,We should have set us down to wetRight many a nipperkin!But ranged as infantry,And staring face to face,I shot at him as he at me,And killed him in his place.I shot him dead because-Becuase he was my foe,Just so: my foe of course he was;That's clear enough; althoughHe though he'd 'list, perhaps,Off-hand like-just as I-Was out of work-has sold his traps-No other reason why.Yes; quaint and curious was is!You shoot a fellow downYou'd treat, if met where any bar is,Or help to half a crown.--Thomas HardyWhat I feel is that, the more the things change, the more the remain the same. The poem may have been created in 1902, it still holds and will always...Suggested Reading:A wonderful commentary on the poem (...because, as he realizes, the person killed could just as easily have been himself...)Discussion on the poem (...Hardy is speaking to the necessity of having to distance oneself from the act of killing. The tone...)Thomas Hardy (...in the s | | By: Gopal's Blog | | |
| | Love Poem | | 2007-08-06 10:11:00 | | sekilas senyum biaskan warna indah di hatidatang dengan bisu bagai pencurimemikat hati membelenggu diriterbersit kata,dia yg ku cari waktu merebut senyum yg baru kuresapi tersisa bayangan tuk dirindukan sesalpun mengendap,setelah masa indah yg menguap bagai rumput kering di tengah hijaunya padang hidup menghampa walo dunia sibuk dgn kegaduhanwaktu berpihak pada rindukuwaktunya dan waktuku ternyata bermuaramereka mengalir,menumbuhkan tunas baru dari akar kenanganwaktu terus menjadi kawan karibkudan hatiku sudah berada tepat di depan hatinyamereka berbincang dgn bahasa cintadan terasa ingin detik itu terhenti untuk kusimpan namun angan terasa bagaikan awan indah tak tergenggam,jauh tak tergapai entah siapa yg membangun dinding itu tebal dan tinggi untuk kulewati dan aq kembali dalam aliranku aliran pilu,berteman rinduTuhan,kucinta diajika dia baik untukku,berikan dia untukkujika Engkau siapkan yg lebih baik dari dia,berikan dia yg lebih baik dari aqTuhan,kucinta diarainfreak | | By: NANDA | | |
| | A poem about wild berries, by Jim. | | 2007-07-22 08:57:00 | | My friend Jim emailed me this poem - inspired apparently by my post on brambling. He reckons he is a computer dummy, and couldn't post in the comments section. I reckon he's shy. I love the poem, so I am posting it for him. "in the 30's & 40's i used to go around farmers hedge groves picking blackberries with my granny. we used to make tart apple & blackberry pies, as well as jam.here's poem about another hedge grove culanry berry." roman banks 1940’s in ancient times the imperial armycamped on top of the roman embankment nowadays the babbling brook meanderssinging softly to those soldiers of yesteryear on one’s tod sloan a sharp eyed bairn walksamongst grazing & cud chewing contented cows whilst around him rabbits & weasels scurry free a slow moving hedgehog is too spiny to touch and from the birds nests in the hedge rowshe takes only one egg for his collection white elder flowers he gathers for granny’s medicinal tea& fr | | By: The Old Foodie | | |
| | Soothing Pet Loss Poem | | 2007-06-26 18:14:10 | | I’m Still Here
Friend, please do not mourn for me.
I’m still here, though you don’t see me.
I’m right by your side each night and day
And within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but I’m always near.
I’m everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I’ll never depart.
As long as you keep [...] | | By: Peace Spiritual Inspiration | | |
| | Adopt a poem | | 2007-06-24 23:25:04 | | Adopt a poem
When I write my poems,
the sentences of the letters
are set free to be read, felt
and with your experiences,
they can become your own.
When you adopt a poem,
though, don’t put it in
your mind that I am
the poem. I am just
the author, and like
children, the poems have
a life of their own. | | By: World of World by Elias Tobias | | |
| | A Poem About My Relationship Troubles | | 2007-06-18 13:35:36 | | The photo in this entry is From Within. Photographed and edited by me, Lynda Walldez.
This poem was written recently. I'm pretty much on a roll right now with writing poetry. I have never written poetry this raw or this frequently before. As I mentioned before, I don't write poetry unless I'm feeling a lot of emotion about something. This piece is about the many times I have been fooled in past relationships and how they ended.
Taken Granted For
They warned me not to let his claws set in
And so the breakdown had to begin
Hypocrisy in words said I was selfish
It was really he that committed mischief
A cover up ensued right before my eyes
My heart breaking as he ignored my cries
Helpless to the harsh rejection
Missing moments of affection
The beginning of the end was set
I wish we both had never met
A song with a similar message:
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| | A Poem About Giving Up On Love | | 2007-06-16 09:39:06 | | The photo in this entry is Bell Within A Maze. Photographed and edited by me, Lynda Walldez.
The following is a poem I wrote a few nights ago as I was reflecting on a lot of significant aspects of my life. As I wrote this poem, I realized a few important things about myself. This poem also led to the inspired writing of a few others that are still in progress. This poem expresses the weariness of my heart dealing with those that don't understand how adamant I am about not being available and why. Basically, this proves my point.
The Games We Play
They tell me what I want to hear
To try and take away my fear
Of opening my heart again
And being more than a friend
Some persist, yet all have failed
To show me the love from fairy tales
They say my expectations are too high
Yet all I want is for my heart to fly
They stole my happiness, now my hope is murdered
How could anyone expect me to go further?
Since the love I sought does not exist
I can't be convinced to not resist
I kill. | | By: One Day At a Time | | |
| | Pet Death Poem | | 2007-06-08 13:04:28 | | Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, [...] | | By: Peace Spiritual Inspiration | | |
| | THE LAST POEM by Pier Giorgio Di Cicco | | 2007-05-28 08:16:00 | | With this poem the poet laureate of the Toronto Star retires his verse from their pages -The Last PoemRemember, poetry is notRead.It is uttered sincerity,Or your child's eyesSpoken in what you do.It is every brick you kiss as you build,Or a curse in the absence of love.As for poets, they are all around youHidden in bad employment orProse. And remember each metaphor isA house you will have to live in,And wisdom is knowing when to leave.You will have to pronounce "sentiment"As something that is the reason forDoing anything,In a country that fears its heart.This too is a cross,No greater than the market greedAnd the golem of bright ideology.And then there are the poems that arePrayers,That arrive like dew if you have the senseTo grow a garden,Let no one talk you into languagesYou do not knowBeyond feelingThat said, you are a poet, and the world will fearYou and desire youAs a blessing,And if you are useless for a timeThere will be a way to return home,When your words are needed,When the | | By: The Peace Tree | | |
| | Memorial Day Poem | | 2007-05-25 16:48:10 | | via email I Stand Before YouI stand before you all todayBut not one eye can see my wayMy time arrived, to leave this earthA fact so planned, to every birthIt happened where I had to goMy torch for life was...
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