The Freindship Ball

WHISPER THE WORDS OF UNITY

Whisper the words of unity
Nurture the feelings of humanity
Filter the thoughts of purity
Utter the words of divinity

Culture the habit of nobility
Texture the feelings in humility
Sculpture the life in high quality
Picture the future in serenity

Remember to seep love in vicinity
Surrender the soul to Gods gravity
Ponder the rights in equality
Wander the earth in dignity

Mittur Ramprasad

Summer time to have fun

Summer is the fun time when get go swimming
Summer when I was born and took care of
Summer when July 4 comes around
every year
Summer is when you can lay out in sun
Summer is best time at night see
stars out
Summer when all families and friends
go to park with their kids
Summer is good time take animals
for a walk
Summer is good time of the season
plant flowers and stuff
Summer when I meet good friends online
that lives another state then we do
Summer is when I meet good guy to
talk to about anything I want and he lists
to me
Summer is when my birthday comes around
Summer when my mom birthday comes around
Summer is day I went swimming with my best friend
this year
Summer is when Amber birthday is
Summer is time of the year have cook out with friends
and your family.
Summer is good time year to have good time and swimming
and party and just have fun with everyone

Kristina Riggs

You Are My Force

YOU ARE THE FORCE

Picture of you I have in golden frame of love
Deep in my hearts cave filled with hone of beehive
Carry I do every place looking at your beautiful face
I will spend my days finding harmony in your grace
Touch I will every moment savoring sweetness of your sentiment
In light of life burnt till the time is spent

You are the force that moves my heart in universe

Dancing is heart with delight tapping feet at your sight
Singing is soul reaching heights of mountain peaks in moonlight
Everywhere I see beautiful you smiling eyes of charming few
Glittering light of red hue loves color in my milieu
Blended are our beating hearts come they will never apart
Two wheels of life’s cart roll they will to impart

Mittur Ramprasad

Red Rose

RED ROSE

You are true to your name
Above and beyond the universal fame
In every sense of the word
If I have ever heard
In any poem in any prose
You are a beautiful red rose

Rosy cheeks turning red in sunshine
Ruby lips sparkling like cherry wine
Elegance of beauty in its essence
Royalty of love in its quintessence
Like a queen as story goes
You are a beautiful red rose

Bloom of a flower in smiles
Spreading sweet fragrance in your trails
Exotic to the depths of soul
Majestic in your looks and style
Rapture of face when it glows
You are a beautiful red rose

Mittur Ramprasad

Monday Poem: Filius Ramshackle

By… Filius Ramshackle

A man as brave as graves are gravy
With noble brow and hair most wavy
He walked alone, then joined the navy
The story of Filius Ramshackle O!

He fought a live bear and punched the queen
Coined all the coins in his coin minting scheme
He’d ruddy well kill the fiendiest fiend
The Story of Filius Ramshackle O!

To the poor and the ugly he was a friend
A toothless old biddy called him a godsend
He worked her on ships then his garden she’d tend
The story of Filius Ramshackle O!

To all that he knew he was a great adder
No man could match his mathematical power
He could start an equation and end up with a flower
The story of Filius Ramshacke O!

Dear lowly peasants lay down at his feet,
This king of sailors and steak of meats
Cleverer than some, impermeable to heat
The story of Filius Ramshackle O!

Happy Father's Day

My Dad
© Leah Hendrie
If I could write a story
It would be the greatest ever told
Of a kind and loving father
Who had a heart of gold

If could write a million pages
But still be unable to say, just how
Much I love and miss him
Every single day

I will remember all he taught me
I'm hurt but won't be sad
‘coz he'll send me down the answers
And he'll always be MY DAD
A letter of love to a father away


Daddy Don't Cry
© April M. Alcocer
Daddy don’t cry,
because you were always there for me
I’ve cried many tears too,
that you couldn’t see
Daddy I love you,
keep those words close to your heart
I know you love me too,
even though we are apart
Daddy mommy loves you too,
though she doesn’t let it show
I have seen her sitting alone
and many tears flow
Daddy one day you will be back,
and we will be a family again
I have our last picture together
and stare at it till the day's end
Daddy, as you sleep,
have dreams of mommy and me
I have a smile on this little face
that I wish you could see
Daddy, my little arms are stretched out,
I know your arms are stretched out too,
So here is a big hug for you.

Three Famous Words

© Katelyn
It was the first time that they met,
They didn't have a clue,
The future that would await them,
The feelings they never knew.

It was the guy's eyes that she had seen,
They were brown and dark as night,
It was the girl's friendly smile,
And their love at first sight.

It was the first time that they spoke,
And no, it was no myth,
That while she stared into his eyes,
He was the one she wanted to be with.

Even though he felt the same,
But this girl, she did not know,
That he loved her with all his heart,
But his feelings he did not show.

So after many hopeless days,
The girl no more believed in fate,
That was when the guy realized,
That he had made a huge mistake.

He came back just in time,
To steal that poor girl's heart away,
She forgave and she forgot,
All the nights she layed awake.

He told her that he was sorry,
And if he could have a second chance,
And it was just a while after,
That they had their first kiss and dance,

He always tells her that he is sorry,
And how much he really cares,
She believes him and forgives,
Both their feelings they deeply share.

So every night he tells her,
Before she turns out her light,
Those three little famous words,
I love you and goodnight.

'I've learned

'I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.'
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> 'I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.'
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> 'I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.'
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> 'I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as 'making a life.'
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> 'I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.'
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> 'I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.'
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> 'I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.'
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> 'I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.' (Oh, my!!)
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> 'I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.'
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> 'I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.'
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> 'I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.'

Maya Angelou

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1809 - 1861)

MRS. BROWNING was born in London, England, in 1809, and she died at Casa Guidi, Florence, June 29, 1861. "Her studies were early directed to the poets of antiquity, and, under the guidance of her blind tutor, Boyle, whose name she always warmly cherished, she mastered the rich treasures of AEschylus. The sublime Grecian possessed for her a charm which was only equaled by the fascination held over her wondering spirit by Shakespeare." While she was profoundly versed in Greek literature, and intimately acquainted with all the Attic writers in tragedy and comedy, she was thoroughly versed in pure and undefiled English. In her extensive correspondence with contemporaries, she shows a thorough knowledge of English literature, from Chaucer to her own time. Here are a few of her poems:

Sonnet 43 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Change Upon Change
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Five months ago the stream did flow,
The lilies bloomed within the sedge,
And we were lingering to and fro,
Where none will track thee in this snow,
Along the stream, beside the hedge.
Ah, Sweet, be free to love and go!
For if I do not hear thy foot,
The frozen river is as mute,
The flowers have dried down to the root:
And why, since these be changed since May,
Shouldst thou change less than they.

And slow, slow as the winter snow
The tears have drifted to mine eyes;
And my poor cheeks, five months ago
Set blushing at thy praises so,
Put paleness on for a disguise.
Ah, Sweet, be free to praise and go!
For if my face is turned too pale,
It was thine oath that first did fail, --
It was thy love proved false and frail, --
And why, since these be changed enow,
Should I change less than thou.

Tears
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--
That is light grieving ! lighter, none befell
Since Adam forfeited the primal lot.
Tears ! what are tears ? The babe weeps in its cot,
The mother singing, at her marriage-bell
The bride weeps, and before the oracle
Of high-faned hills the poet has forgot
Such moisture on his cheeks. Thank God for grace,
Ye who weep only ! If, as some have done,
Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place

And touch but tombs,--look up I those tears will run
Soon in long rivers down the lifted face,
And leave the vision clear for stars and sun

Teenage Angst

See the world through your wide innocent eyes,
brown and large they do not seem the same size,
as all other eyes that are shut so tight,
i would say that this is wrong, but you seem alright...

when will you wake up, wake up,
you've got your eyes wide open,
wake up, wake up,
you must realise they're closed,

when i say 'grow up',
you tell me to chill out,
when i say 'slow it down',
you say you've got no time,
when will you see that,
you're full of contradictions,
and coming so close,
to living life in fiction,

you live in your own world, so you don't see it,
you've lived here for so long and don't perceive it,
does this make you scared, do you repress it?
cos now you won't see good, see bad has stressed it,

so will you hold on, hold on,
you've got your eyes bright open,
hold on, hold on,
you must realised they're closed...

so grow up now my dear, before it's too late,
so many colours here trust me you can't wait,
so hurry up my child and take your own fate,
so many colours here trust me you can't wait.


by Hear You

Sunday, Spiritual Sunday. Blessed Day.

When I Am Reminded
© By Gaye Combs

Each day is a new beginning given by God
I am reminded how blessed I am as this road I tread.
A new friendship comes to mind and it is my treasure.
Watching a child at play is my greatest pleasure.
Being able to help a fallen soul will
be my greatest joy.
Watching a bird build a nest while the
world searches for rest.
I am reminded I am only a small part of his plan.
When skies are blue or gray you are always there beside me.
I am reminded of God's love at the site
of a rainbow after the rain.
When I see the flag I'm reminded of the
freedoms I share.
I remember God's love to me when I
suffer much pain.
As the clowns come to town I am grateful I'm able to laugh.
I'll share your heavy load to let you
know I care.
I am reminded day by day we have much to share.

GOD
© By Helen Mccumsey

Why oh why
has my life been......LOST!?
Wonder, wonder
is there such a thing.......GOD
Looking oh looking
for GOD.....to be in my life.
Some say......Open your hearts.....
and you shall see......
The wonderful things of...........GOD!
But why so lost?
Just open your heart!!!!!
You won't be hurt
You won't be hurt.....
Just open your heart!!!!
WONDER,....WONDER.....
IS THERE A GOD??!!

ON MY SPIRITUAL FOUNDATION
© By FRED L. COLEMAN III

Through the darkness of ignorance
Against the emptiness of doubt
Despite of the insecurity of despair
On my spiritual foundation, planted I stand.
Heart broken by the starvation of hungry minds
Disturbed by the isolation of flesh with lost souls
Outraged by mankinds' fearless marched to self destruction
On my spiritual foundation, planted I stand.
In the light of a back sliding world continuously being
Preached to by living Decibels of the Devils' throne and while
Drenched in the reality of todays' false Prophets
On my spiritual foundation, planted I stand.
You see I believe in the word of Christ.
Those who believe they will never have a chance, those who religiously enjoy blasphemy; the Devils' dance. Those who's very being is ruled by prejudice and hate, Still have a chance to walk through Heavens' gate.
Look up all you sinners, somebody is watching you.
Look up all you sinners, he knows everything you do.
NOW is the time to clean off the slate
Christ has open arms, he understands, knows no hate.
This is, I believe, the gift he gave to man
On my spiritual foundation, planted I stand.

Women's Rights

You cannot rob us of the rights we cherish,
Nor turn our thoughts away
From the bright picture of a "Woman's Mission"
Our hearts portray.

We claim to dwell, in quiet and seclusion,
Beneath the household roof,--
From the great world's harsh strife, and jarring voices,
To stand aloof;--

Not in a dreamy and inane abstraction
To sleep our life away,
But, gathering up the brightness of home sunshine,
To deck our way.

As humble plants by country hedgerows growing,
That treasure up the rain,
And yield in odours, ere the day's declining,
The gift again;

So let us, unobtrusive and unnoticed,
But happy none the less,
Be privileged to fill the air around us
With happiness;

To live, unknown beyond the cherished circle,
Which we can bless and aid;
To die, and not a heart that does not love us
Know where we're laid.

Annie Louisa Walker

Would you Just Listen

Would you just listen and please don't say a word, just yet,
I'd like you to think back to the very first time we met,
How you felt around me? The memories we shared,
And just remember that once upon a time, you really cared.

Now think about how we parted, and how much I cried,
But please don't speak, remember that I never ever lied,
That I told you the honest truth about why we were to split,
But now I'd like you to know that my heart broke bit by bit.

The pain was deep, unbearable and painful, for so many years,
I'll never forget all the sadness, all the uncontrollable tears,
Slowly I am rebuilding my life, I am content with what I've got,
And although it is hard I am beginning to forget what I have not.

You were a special part of my life that I will never forget,
A part of my life that broke my heart, but that I don't regret,
You gave me some happy memories that I'll keep in my heart,
Although sometimes I wish that you and I didn't have to part.

You were my first love and my true love, that will always be so,
After all of the heartache, sadness and never ending pain, I know,
You and I had something special and that will never change,
Because I love you and loving someone else will always seem strange.

Would you just listen and please don't say a word, not ever,
I'd like you to remember that once upon a time, we said forever,
That I had hopes and dreams, that I was the one who threw them away,
And this is something I will always regret until my dying day.

© Tara-Kay Randall 4th June 2007

Loving Family

"There's one sad truth in life I've found, While journeying east and west
The only folks we really wound, Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow, To those who love us best."
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

"The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family"
~Thomas Jefferson

"A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all"


~Washington Irving

A Day In Your Life- Rejoice in the Moment

When your dreams come true, do you have to compromise?
Why do you have a balance of good and bad times?
A day in the life of someone is not perfect.
Life takes you through so much in a day.
Do you accept or try to change?
A day in your life has many questions. Handle all with wise decisions and you will prevail.

A day in the life. A day in your life.

Cherish each day as it comes. Rejoice in the moment!
alfloyd2009

Daybreak in Alabama

When I get to be a composer
I'm gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it
Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist
And falling out of heaven like soft dew.
I'm gonna put some tall tall trees in it
And the scent of pine needles
And the smell of red clay after rain
And long red necks
And poppy colored faces
And big brown arms
And the field daisy eyes
Of black and white black white black people
And I'm gonna put white hands
And black hands and brown and yellow hands
And red clay earth hands in it
Touching everybody with kind fingers
And touching each other natural as dew
In that dawn of music when I
Get to be a composer
And write about daybreak
In Alabama.

Langston Hughes

The Night Cometh

Work! for the night is coming;
Work! through the morning hours;
Work! while the dew is sparkling;
Work! 'mid the springing flowers;
Work! while the day grows brighter,
Under the glowing sun;
Work! for the night is coming,--
Night, when man's work is done.

Work! for the night is coming;
Work! through the sunny noon;
Fill the bright hours with labour,
Rest cometh sure and soon.
Give to each flying minute
Something to keep in store;
Work! for the night is coming,--
Night, when man works no more.


Work! for the night is coming;
Under the sunset skies,
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work! for the daylight flies;
Work! till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work! while the night is darkening,--
Night, when man's work is o'er.

Annie Louisa Walker

Two California Parks in Early Spring

I. Concord Skateboard Park

Sheltered in this smooth, round,
concrete nest of dips and curves,
obelisks and giant, Mayan steps

on a blind corner
hidden by small hills
from two busy streets
intersecting at its tip,

Twenty boys,8 to 18,
practice their moves,
swiveling one-pointedly
up and down and around.

Some day they’ll move on
from this birthing-ground,
swiveling down the decades
on a board or office chair.

A few girls watch,
Sprawled on the grass.
Behind them all,
flowering crabapples, palms,
then the mountains.

The city’s wise to have
invested a few bucks
toward its future
in an old, vacant lot.

II. A Chant To Heather Farms Park

Sun of fire,
water of lake and fountain,
earth whose soil sustains the lawns,
and air of the sweet breath of spring:
the four elements are holding
a conclave here on this Sunday afternoon,

drawing many families,
and especially, today,
calling forth many sounds.

Oh, park of a basketball's steady bounce,
of lovers whispering in Russian
and the creaking rhythm of swings.

Park of car engines starting,
of families who laugh or talk
in Hindi, Bengali, English, Arabic,
and in goose-squawk and duck-flap,

Park of the slide of scooter wheels,
of loud feet chasing the one
who caught the football,
of a hand tapping the body of a guitar,
and a far-off, hip-hop radio.

Silent with pen,
o park of joy,
I take you home on paper,
I take you home in my heart.

Max Reif

Rosa Parks

I knew what she did
But I didn't know her name until she died
Now Im not going to lie to you
So I wont claim that I cried
But I'd never thaught
About how brave she was
In refusing to move
From the seat on that bus

Now i think it's sad
That it caused such a stir
That because of her skin
They taught less of her
That they tried to make her feel
Like she was two feet small
And I think it's sad
That she had to be brave at all

Rosa Mayfair

Because Of You

Because of you
my world is now whole,
Because of you
love lives in my soul.
Because of you
I have laughter in my eyes,
Because of you
I am no longer afraid of good-byes.
You are my pillar
my stone of strength,
With me through all seasons
and great times of length.
My love for you is pure
boundless through space and time,
it grows stronger everyday
with the knowledge that you'll always be mine.
At the altar
I will joyously say 'I do',
for I have it all now
and it's all because of you.

God Says Yes To Me

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes

By Kaylin Haught

A Special World

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

- Sheelagh Lennon -