| ||
|
Thursday, October 7, 2010
sea
Behold, I adore beauty
I adore beauty
Beauty is warm and cold
Beauty is black and bold
Beauty is different for us all I am told
Beauty I would love a chance to mould
Beauty gives the finest pleasure I am told
Beauty can be bought and sold
To the one and only highest bidder
While it graciously glitters like gold
Oh! How I adore beauty with a passion
I adore beauty with every last breath
Beauty itself is not exempt
From the laws of birth and death
It experiences the joys of being young and old
Blossoming each day in early youth
Maturing adoringly each day with age
Behold, I adore beauty
Oh! How I adore beauty with a passion
Beauty is something I would like to hold
Where there is too much ugly
I can bring it out of a drawer and unfold
Spread it around the entire household
Without worrying about getting a scold
Behold, I adore beauty
Oh! How I adore beauty
When out on a nightie
Quite hungry and thirsty
And you drink the last drops of milk
From a beautiful chest that is busty
I would say, that itself is a faculty of beauty
| ||
|
| ||
|
|
heart
| ||||||||||
Silent Love
Have you ever been silently in love
With someone you can never have?
So close you can touch her hand
Yet, so far to feel her heart?
Have you ever lived in pretense
Quietly loving without any condition?
A feeling of love that's unknown
Hiding it, not knowing for how long.
Have you ever fallen deeply
Loving the person unconditionally?
So afraid to say what you feel
Acting normal, keeping things still.
Have you ever been hurt unintentionally
But put on a smile, pretended to be happy?
Deep inside you're in pain and suffering
But outside you're jolly and laughing.
Why does holding her hand feel so right?
Your heart smiles everytime she's at sight
Hearing her sweet voice makes your day
Hope you can hug her in a special way.
she
Will She Come?
all evening he waited
anxiously eyeing the clock
retracing his steps
over and over
counting the minutes
until her arrival
kneeling before a crackling fire
anxiously eyeing the clockretracing his steps
over and over
counting the minutes
until her arrival
kneeling before a crackling fire
adding another log
he rose to check again
his preparations for tonight
the thick sheepskin rug
lay lovingly spread before the flames
waiting for her
the book
the one she longed after
in that tiny shop downtown
rested on the warm stone hearth
waiting for her
the wine
that special bottle
from a few years ago
late fall harvest
he rose to check again
his preparations for tonight
the thick sheepskin rug
lay lovingly spread before the flames
waiting for her
the book
the one she longed after
in that tiny shop downtown
rested on the warm stone hearth
waiting for her
the wine
that special bottle
from a few years ago
late fall harvest
sat open
and sweet
waiting for her
the glasses
his best crystal
the glasses
his best crystal
sat sparkling in the firelight
waiting for her
his hand
stopped a moment
over his heart
and lovingly fingered
the prize there
hidden away in his pocket
where it lay
waiting for her
taking the ring
from its secret placehe
gazed at it
mesmerized by its shine
by what it stood forsoon he smiled and
softly slipped it back
to its repose
where it lay
waiting for her
seating himself back on the chair
he resumed his vigil
over the fire
over the wine
over the clock
over himself
and he sat
quiet and lost in thought
waiting for her
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Be proud you are human
Be Proud You Are Human
I admire the human race. Everybody is running us down, these days, for the mess say we have made here and thereand everywhere. Tha's short-range stuff. over the marching and abundant centuries, we haven't made any mess. We have done and are doing a better job than anyone has any right to expect.
From the beggining, we found ourselves alone in a vast universe, and not only alone but the only living thing on this planet which could realize its loneliness. We realized it, gave it a good close look, and then turned our attention to making something pratical and useful out of an unprecedented situation.
First of all, we found a Light, a God, ands we got a sense of direction, a goal to work toward. we proceeded to set up stadards for living together. We made the revolutionary discovery that gentleness and kindness were more pratical than brute strength. No other species has ever found that out and used it as a model and pratical code of conduct. We observe our ideal standards in an remarkable degree. We are honest and trustworthy with another so that is the exception, it is news, when we commit a theft. we are decent 99 percent of the time, when we could easily nbe vile.
With silence and mystery behind us and ahead of us, we make up gay little songs and whistle them, and our feet keep jig time to them. We look life and fate in the eye, and smile. I like that, and I admire the people who do it. Alone among all living things, we have discovered beauty, and we cherish it, it create it for the eye and ear. Alone among living things, we have the power to look at our enviroment and criticize it and improve it.
Finding it necessary to live together by millions, we created for our selves governing system covering vast geograpical spaces. We have coceived the ideal of justice and plan it for men. Finding that we have work to stay alive, we work with ability beyond imaginig. Out of the earth we take fod, and improve that food year by year; we take heat, and light. we enjoy the myriad products of unparalleled ingenuity. Every morning the necessity for the day's work faces us. and we go and do a day's work.
Of persistence, a daring and ingenuity impossible to surpass, we find ways to move easioly under the water and through the air. Now speculatively eye our neighboring planets. how shall I not admire such a creature?
Whenever he comes to an impassable obstacle, an apparently final barrier, he goes to work at it and in due time, surpasses it. If he has limits, i do not see where ther are. I do not think he has limits. i think he is a child of the universe who inherits eternity. I thank he is wonderful, I am his devoted partisan, and I am proud indeed to be one of him.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
bookstore
BOOKSTORE
Choosing Books for Young Children
Source:Read with Me, a RIF Parent-Teacher Partnership
Parents, caregiver, and teahers have a wide variety of books to choose from for young chilren. By sharing different kinds of reading experiences.
Books:
Type of book:ABC and couting books
Features: Fun and colorful illustrations of alphabet and numbers
Type of book:wordless picture books
Features:A story told through pictures and few or no words
Type of book:concept books
Features:Pictures or photos of familiar objects or ideas such as colors, shapes, opposites, or sizes.
Type of books:Traditional rhymes and stories
Features:Nursery rhymes, fairy tales, fables, and folktales from various cultures
Tags:children reading books
Prices:P250, 300 and 350
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)