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Here is an essay our son wrote in the first grade for a contest, he didn't win the contest, but he is always a winner with us. **SMILE**
L O V E
If I could give
the world a gift I would give love so people could be happy. When you love
somebody they feel strong because they feel happy. If people didn't get
love they would not stop fighting and they would die in war. Without love
they would be unstrong and not happy and sad. When people get love they
do not feel unstrong. I want to help them to love each other. Many people
die and many more people don't get a lot of love. Love is nice.
© 1993
This poem was sent in by a Sara Al Muhairi, a teacher, for a student with the potential to touch the stars! **Smile**
How do I fly
I've always wanted to fly
Like a bird through the blue sky
Flying really really high
You would say never
But I'll try to the end of ever
I might fall
And If I cry
My tears would soon dry
It might lose its glory
But I can start my brand new story
And when someone laughs
I won't care
So come and join me!
*Sara Al Samera'i* © 1997
Here are a couple of poems
written by my dad. As you can tell he had a sense of humour to go along
with his serious side. He is no longer with us, but his poetry tells everyone
that he was here and he was loved.
SOMEONE
© 1976
Someone laughed with joy today, someone shed a tear,
Someone wandered off today, while someone came quite near.
Someone whispered, "I love you," someone said, "Goodbye."
Someone smiled in hopeful heart, while someone heaved a sigh.
Someone knelt before an alter, closed their eyes to pray,
While someone said in mocking scorn, "That is not my way."
Someone caused another anguish, another eased their pain,
Someone walked in bright sunshine, while someone shunned the rain.
Someone found new life today, someone had to die,
Another said,"I can't today," but another said, "I'll try."
Someone turned their eyes away, another sought to see,
The mystery that troubles my very soul, is which someone was me?
Little Birdie on the branch,
Chirping all day long.
Where do you go when winter comes?
What happens to your song?
Do you crawl inside a tree?
Put your songbook away?Tuck your toes
beneath your wings,
And sleep through-out the day?
If so, I'm glad to see you back,
You stayed away so long.
I'll put some seed here on the ground,
You sing for me your song.
What's that you seem to struggle with?
Why does it twist and squirm?
Goodness Birdie, don't eat that!
Ugh, Aaagh, Uurrp, A worm!
© 1977
These
were written by a very brilliant young lady who will one day
be a great writer.
May Morning
A low picket fence
frames the cottage
and the whitewashed walls
glint in the early dawn
a curl of smoke runs from the chimney's grasp
the rustle of a tiny skirt
barely disturbs the morning stillness
Bare feet skim the rich brown earth
and the dirt between her toes is an old friend
Her hair loose in tendrils
like two yarn braids dancing in the breath of the dawn
Face flushed like a wild rose
Daffodils and hyacinth
their petals still trembling with fairy teardrops
clutched in a tiny hand Breathless, she runs through the door
into the warm firelit kitchen
with the smell of cinnamon.
"For you, mommy!"
MASQUERADE
Imagine, if you will, a sort of masquerade
Everyone is who they wish to be, no more, no less
Each of the players reveals everything and nothing.
Judging one another from the baring of souls
That flows freely within.
A river of character
I splash my face in it
I join the surreal gathering
I am welcomed and filled with inexplicable warmth
"Come bathe in the rainbow waters of our innermost thoughts.
Share your own..."
A freezing hand suddenly grasps me
I am wrought with fear knowing that I may be torn from here
All at once I cannot live without this naked joy
Now that I have ventured into paradise, how can I return to mediocrity?
The Poem below is written by a man of many talents.
Not only does he write, he acts, too! He is also one of the nicest people you could ever meet.
"FISHERMAN'S LAMENT"
© Andy Mathers 1997
There was a man, an angling man who told us all one day,
That he was going fishing out on Moreton Bay.
The greatest fisherman in the world without a doubt was him,
But all he managed to bring back was one tiny little bream.
Please do not despair my friends he told us there and then,
To battle with the hugest fish I'm going back again.
He set off in his tiny boat as happy as a lark,
But nearly became the dinner of an extremely great big shark.
Now quite distraught, he thought he ought to have another go,
So off he went, his money spent , and all new gear in tow.
He had chosen the best, nothing less, a first class rod and reel,
Quality line and bait so fine, with which to fill his creel.
Selecting a spot at which to stop, down the anchor splashed,
Alas, alack, the stupid twit, the chain was not attached.
Never mind he told himself, to drift is not so bad,
I might catch a few this way, I really should be glad.
He cast his line, a throw quite fine, the bait flew through theair,
It went straight up and then straight down, landing in his hair.
Around his neck the line was wrapped, the sinker in his ear,
The hook in his nose was stuck, at that he shed a tear.
The drifting boat quite well did float upon the ebbing tide,
Until a last a horn did blast, and a voice boomed o'er the side.
Get out of the way you silly fool, or we will run you down,
This ship will cut your boat in half, and you will surely drown.
He jumped upright at such a sight, the ship was now quite near,
Start you rotten boat he said, his eyes were full of fear.
The motor roared, the boat shot forward, missed by the skin of histeeth,
What a shame, 'twas all in vain, for he did not see the reef.
Oh what a mess, send SOS, the boat was sinking fast,
As fishing trips were bound to go, this looked like his last.
Then suddenly upon the sea a rescue launch had come,
Which picked him up and took him home, his day was fully run.
Now listen all good people as I bring to you this tale,
Be not like our fisherman and try to catch a whale.
The sea is fraught with danger, and many lives will stop,
So be like me and get your tea, at the local shop.
:-)
Mychorrizal Intimacy
We have no choice but to do so; for it is
in mychorrizal intimacy that all mothers
carry their child - and as the unborn takes
nourishment from the umbilical root, so
the mother from the child; for it is
the gentian bloom on the mother's face that
tells the world, "Oh, soft, I am feeding
gentle numinous words- they glide and shape
in the image of God."
© Don Taylor 1998
Wings of Learning gently turning
Frogs to princes overnight,
Leading us from inner darkness
By the hand into the light.
Balmy summer, country fragrance,
Parakeets and humming birds,
Harmony in every detail,
Lost in awe and lost for words.
Starry nights and walks in parkland,
Arm in arm in silent thrall.
Night-time dancing, songs and talking:
Special memories for all.
International presentations
Passions, minds and souls inspire:
Charismatic organisers,
Setting every heart on fire.
Wings of Learning, we are yearning
For the time when yet again
You and they who so inspired us
Feel once more that joy shall reign.
©Robert Gillan
a director of the SEAL - Society of Effective and Affective
Learning
sent to me by Nina Lyulkoun, Ukraine
The full moon in the dark sky
Alone among the stars,
Almost as a yellow big eye,
Which looks from heaven at us.
The light wind waves your hair
And softly touches your arms.
You smiling sweet and fair,
But eyes show pain and harm.
Let me dispel your sorrow,
To warm your broken heart.
And to extract that arrow,
Which brought to you love hurt.
I'll hug you friendly, tightly
Will take away your tears.
I'll smile to you then widely
And you'll feel calm and peace.
© 1998 Alloy - Ukraine
Thunderous Nights
© 1997 By Genevieve Morgan
Theres nothing more ridiculous than that of true faceless desire.
I hold in my hand
And sing by the fire.
Glowing faces and mournful frowns.
Words of evil bestowed in the form of crowns.
The king bellows out above all the chants
Thunderous nights and
The darkness enhanced.
He held up his hands.
He had complete power.
He knew just what to do
For it was his hour.
He asked for love and offered everything
His request was denied and he did not receive anything.
He sat down with his face covered by his hands
And cried to himself
Then stood and took power as only he can.
He decided to do anything and everything he could
To get what was meant for him and knew just how he would.
He stopped trying to please and was acting like himself.
He met a lot of people and realized he didnt need help.
He didnt ask for love
And in the end they just gave it.
He gave his own love back
And it was a benefit.
He married a woman that he truly did love.
He learned that you have to find your own fortune
And not ask from those above.