Monday, January 30, 2012
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Friendship....
One song can spark a moment ?
One flower can wake the dream ?
One tree can start a forest ?
One bird can herald spring ?
One smile begins a friendship ?
One handclasp lifts a soul ?
One star can guide a ship at sea ?
One word can frame the goal ?
One vote can change a nation ?
One sunbeam lights a room ?
One candle wipes out darkness ?
One laugh will conquer gloom ?
One step must start each journey ?
One word must start each prayer ?
One hope will raise our spirits ?
One touch can show you care ?
One voice can speak with wisdom ?
One heart can know what's true ?
One life can make the difference ?
You see, IT'S UP TO YOU! ?
one word can make frendship...
One flower can wake the dream ?
One tree can start a forest ?
One bird can herald spring ?
One smile begins a friendship ?
One handclasp lifts a soul ?
One star can guide a ship at sea ?
One word can frame the goal ?
One vote can change a nation ?
One sunbeam lights a room ?
One candle wipes out darkness ?
One laugh will conquer gloom ?
One step must start each journey ?
One word must start each prayer ?
One hope will raise our spirits ?
One touch can show you care ?
One voice can speak with wisdom ?
One heart can know what's true ?
One life can make the difference ?
You see, IT'S UP TO YOU! ?
one word can make frendship...
Sunday, December 4, 2011
I rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
I rise
I rise.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Before the child is born
A mother's love begins
Before the child is born
And lasts through time
And difficulties
And differences
And many wounds
And days of joy
And days of sorrow
Winding, wearing
Weeping, sharing
Changing
Until, at the end
What remains
Is that solid core
That began as love
Before the child was born
Before the child is born
And lasts through time
And difficulties
And differences
And many wounds
And days of joy
And days of sorrow
Winding, wearing
Weeping, sharing
Changing
Until, at the end
What remains
Is that solid core
That began as love
Before the child was born
Friday, September 23, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Inspired By A Friend
When you find a friend
Nobody needs to say
You feel it in your heart
In a special way
Things may be hurting somehow
Your friend will try to help
And ask you how
It means a lot right now
The beauty of a friend
Is just to know
they'll embrace you
Unafraid to let caring show
And if you need a hand to hold
they'll hold yours tightly
and won't let go
Until the sun does show
I found a friend in you
in a way we easily feel and show
Kindness and hope you bring
I just wish you could truly know
We'll carry this friendship with us now
Wherever we should go
Because friendship is a feeling in the heart
Too precious to let go
Nobody needs to say
You feel it in your heart
In a special way
Things may be hurting somehow
Your friend will try to help
And ask you how
It means a lot right now
The beauty of a friend
Is just to know
they'll embrace you
Unafraid to let caring show
And if you need a hand to hold
they'll hold yours tightly
and won't let go
Until the sun does show
I found a friend in you
in a way we easily feel and show
Kindness and hope you bring
I just wish you could truly know
We'll carry this friendship with us now
Wherever we should go
Because friendship is a feeling in the heart
Too precious to let go
Thursday, September 1, 2011
A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and
requested “I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a
suitable one.” The SDU officer said, “Your requirements, please.” “Oh,
good looking, polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable, good in
singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home
during my leisure hour, if I don’t go out. Telling me interesting stories when I
need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest.”
The officer listened carefully and replied, “I understand you need
television.”
There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a
blind wife and a deaf husband ,because the blind wife cannot see the
faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of
the wife.
requested “I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a
suitable one.” The SDU officer said, “Your requirements, please.” “Oh,
good looking, polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable, good in
singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home
during my leisure hour, if I don’t go out. Telling me interesting stories when I
need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest.”
The officer listened carefully and replied, “I understand you need
television.”
There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a
blind wife and a deaf husband ,because the blind wife cannot see the
faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of
the wife.
Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and
dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the
excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage
is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.
dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the
excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage
is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.
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