A BEAUTIFUL POEM

Some people come into this world

And one day quietly pass away

We wouldn't even know they're here

So insignificant are they.

My father he was different

A cheery noisy man

And if you didn't like him

He didn't give a dam.

He lived life to the fullest

He'd been most everywhere

Just name a foreign country

He's sure to have been there.

A rebel to society

Yet he loved his fellow man

To anyone who needed him

He'd lend a helping hand.

He dearly loved to argue

And he would always win

For no matter what we had to say

We couldn't out talk him.

He loved to sing and tell a joke

Speak to strangers in the street

I feel real sorry for

Those folks he didn't get to meet.

So I write this poem

And for what it's worth

I am proud to say my father

Left his stamp upon this earth.

And if there is a heaven

I see him large as life and full of fun

Telling God and all the Angels

Just how things should be done.

FAMOUS FIVE BOTTLES

BOTTLE OF MILK
SOFT DRINK
WHISKEY
WATER AND
SALINE

LAUGH A WHILE

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THE LOON by Walt Hardester

Upon still waters she doth glide,
Her mate no longer at her side.

Lonliness now pervades her heart,
Her lifelong love and she did part.

The reason why she does not know,
Just that it was his time to go.

Alone she cries her sorrowful song,
Hoping it won't be so long.

That he and she will meet again,
In a place that never ends

I liked this poem and I want
to share it with every one

CLUELESSNAN

I LOVE ART. PAINTING AND POETRY

Not content to merely use traditional symmetry as a way of creating balance, the artist has opted for the asymmetry common in modern art, as well as modern architecture. The quality of the facial features shows us that we are looking at true outsider art, perhaps the work of a retarded person, a monkey, or a homeless man...or Danny Spitz and his googly eye. Reminiscent of Mies Van Der Rohe's early floorplans, the characters slide past each other, much like walls did in his Barcelona Pavillion. Somewhere between abstraction and respresentational painting, this piece not only challenges, but also shatters pre-existing notions about art and artistic depiction. Had this guy been around when Demolition Hammer was putting out their first album, he totally would have gotten the comission.

I LIKE THIS PAINTING, ITS SO BEAUTIFUL

 If wrinkles must be written upon our brows,
let them not be written upon the heart.
The spirit should never grow old.

 Artist     La Tour, Georges de
Year     1625-1630 

A PSALM OF LIFE I LIKE THIS POEM VERY MUCH

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
A PSALM OF LIFE

WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN
SAID TO THE PSALMIST
TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
Life is real ! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust return Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife !
Trust no Future, how ever  pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God over head !
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ;
Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,Learn to labor and to wait.

The above poem was first published in the Knickerbocker Magazine in October 1838. It also appeared in Longfellow's first published collection Voices in the Night. It can be found, for example, in:
· Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. The Complete Poetical Works of Longfellow. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1893.

SHAKESPHERE

JULIET:
      'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
      Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
      What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
      Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
      Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
      What's in a name? that which we call a rose
      By any other name would smell as sweet;
      So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
      Retain that dear perfection which he owes
      Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
      And for that name which is no part of thee
      Take all myself 

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A FEW STANZAS OF TH E POET

 OMAR KHAYYAM MY FAVORITE POET

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
    Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End! 

Khayyam, who stitched the tents of science,
Has fallen in grief's furnace and been suddenly burned,
The shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life,
And the broker of Hope has sold him for nothing!

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Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
    Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End! 

E FEELING CALLED LOVE

Ah, My Beloved
by Omar Khayyam
Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears;
Tomorrow? Why, tomorrow I may be,
Myself, with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread-and Thou
   Beside me singing in the Wilderness-
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow! 

Love can hurt, love can haunt, and love can be extremely cruel
Love can make us convert, make us want, and make us try
To live by the golden rule
Love is not learned in our schools, nor is it required
By our laws
We are born with this precious gift - woven into all of
Our natural flaws
Of all the mysteries, we have yet to unfold in our journey
Through this world
Love is the most complex and misunderstood and has
Yet to be unfurled
Love can in fact lead us on the path to hate and war
When love is used selfishly - and not to be given freely
Anymore
Love can save us, or love can destroy us, - but it will always
Be with us
Therefore, as we confront either - our friend or foe, love is indeed
The only true force we can trust
What sets us apart from all of God’s creation
Is our immense and boundless imagination
Without love nothing could survive, it is the seed of all of
Creation
The obligation of every generation, is to uncover a true
Explanation

CREATIVE ART

THE GOOD THE BAD THE UGLY AND THE TERRIBLE

What I Like Most About .I Love The Way I Am

1. And quite often I did (and do), choose to be positive. Not that it's easy changing the negative habits of a lifetime - it isn't. But the fact that I now believe that I can choose how I think and feel really, does make a difference to me and my attitude to life.

2. whether you laugh or smile, or you make someone else laugh or smile - is one of the best ways to make a positive difference to yourself and to others.

3. I am the most important assert I have so I treat my self accordingly

4. I am very natural, all the powder and all the paint, what you look is what you aint he he he

5. I can blow my top but I can calm the storm immediately , I would not change for any one love me take me as I am

WHEN YOU PUT ALL OF TOGETHER, . YOU GET THE BEST
I AM THE BEST ,
I AM THE BEST,
YES I AM THE BEST

CLUELESS NAN

TOUGH TIMES NEVER LAST TOUGH PEOPLE DO

When the times get tough
The tough get going

This Too Shall Pass

If I can endure for this minute
Whatever is happening to me,
No matter how heavy my heart is
Or how dark the moment may be-

If I can remain calm and quiet
With all the world crashing about me,
Secure in the knowledge God loves me
When everyone else seems to doubt me-

If I can but keep on believing
What I know in my heart to be true,
That darkness will fade with the morning
And that this will pass away, too-

Then nothing in life can defeat me
For as long as this knowledge remains
I can suffer whatever is happening
For I know God will break all of the chains

That are binding me tight in the darkness
And trying to fill me with fear-
For there is no night without dawning
And I know that my morning is near...
Helen Steiner Rice

cluelessnan

THIS IS THE STREET WHERE I LIVE

I often walk down this street.
And the pavement always stay beneath my feet.
All at once am I am happy
Knowing I'm on the street where I live.

there are no lilac trees in the town
you CANNOT hear a lark in this part of town,
but enchantment pour Out of every door.
it's is because I am on the street where I live!

And oh! The towering feeling
Just to know MY home is near.
The overpowering feeling
That any second my kids may suddenly appear!

People stop and stare. They don't bother me.
For there's no where else on earth,
that I would rather be.
as the time go by, I will always be
happy here on the street where I live.

I LOVE NATURE

Nature

I watch the waves crash in, breaking on the shore
All their anger dispensed on the oceans floor
I look at the sky so blue, sun shining so bright
Spreading heat and happiness with its blinding light
Long blades of grass swaying in the gentle breeze
Dancing in rhythm with so much ease
Look up at the trees hearing the singing of the birds
Happily chirping singing at ease without words
Sitting here holding my knees to my chest
Watching and hearing nature at it s best
I ponder how Nature could get it so right
When we have let Natures lessons get so out of sight
We hold our anger, let our happiness slip away
Making our survival a struggle each and every day
We have forgotten the little things that mean so much
Like the laughter, the freedom, and someone’s loving touch
If only I could make people stop, watch and listen to Natures tale
We could all sit back happily and our world would not be so frail
In each others existence in harmony we could all survive
I’m sure like the sun, wind, tree, and birds our lives we could revive
If only we let nature take its course in each and every one of us each

 WORLDS LARGEST BLOOM

THE LARGEST FLOWER IN THE WORLD.

The largest flower in the world, the rafflesia arnoldi

weighs 7kgs(fifteen lbs) grows only on sumatra, the island of Indonesia,Its petals grows, to half metre(1.6feet) long and 2.5cm(1 inch) thick, There are 16 species of raffelia, found in Sumatra, Malaysia and Borneo, the species is named after Sir Stamford Rafflesia, who discovered the plant along with his friend Dr Joseph arnoldi, during their travels in 1918.

The rafflesia is an endangered speciesits blossom attains a diameter of a metre, and can weigh up to a 11kgs, and it produces no leaves stem or roots, but lives as a parasite on tetrastigma vines which grow only in rainforests, only the flower can be seen the rest of the plant exist only as a filament within its unfortunate host. the blossom is polinated by flies, attracted by its scent, which resembles carion,

The flower is difficult to be seen in bloom, the buds take many months to develop, but the blossoms lastjust a few days.

It is also called the corpse flower and really reeks, the smallest flower in the world is the duck weed. which can only be seen by a microscope

MY LOVE DITCHED ME MANY MOONS AGO

There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed.
Some forever, not for better.
And some have gone, and some remain.

All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can't recall.
Some are dead and some are living.
In my life I love them all.

But of all these friends and lovers,
There is no one compares with you.
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new.

Though I know I will never ever lose affection
For people and things that went before,
I know I will often stop and think about them.
In my life I love you more.

Though I know I will never ever lose affection
For people and things that went before,
I know I will  often stop and think of them.
But in my life I loved you more.
I love you more.
I love you more.

 To love is painful it is true

 not to love is painful too

but it gives the greatest pain

to know  that your love is not returned

and you love in vain

SLOW DOWN

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly' s erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.Don't dance so Fast.

Time is short.The music won't last.

Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask How are you? do you hear the reply?

When the day is done do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores running through your head?

You'd better low down don't dance so fast
Time is short.The music won't last.

Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time To call and say,'Hi'

You'd better slow down.don't dance so fast.
Time is short.The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun o f getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....Thrown away.

Life is not a race.do take it slower
Hear the music before the song is over.

NANETTE