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Friday, September 30, 2011

A dream with in A Dream by E.A. Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Come Thou Fount

John Wyeth (1770-1858)
Words: Robert Robinson , 1758; ap­peared in his A Col­lect­ion of Hymns Used by the Church of Christ in Angel Al­ley, Bi­shop­gate, 1759.
Music: Net­tle­ton, Wyeth’s Re­po­si­to­ry of Sac­red Mu­sic, Part Se­cond, by John Wy­eth, 1813 

Robert Robinson (1735-1790)

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

A very educational post

I have always wondered how Spaghetti is produced. This video is one of the best I've seen. Very educational.


 I was just seven years old when The towers fell. I don't remember much, but I remember crying because my mom told me that lots of innocent people died. I was in second grade, and at school, we prayed for everyone. Yup, we prayed in school. But now the thought of 9-11 is the only thing that can make me cry.

I was seven years old
when those towers did fold.
I don't remember a lot,
But I haven't forgot.
Ten years later today
Bowed my head and I prayed.
For those thousands of Loved ones
Moms, dads, daughters and sons,
acquaintances and friends.
All left alone in the end.
And so this is to all
The sad people out there.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

A winner... kinda

So I posted a few days ago about the World Poetry Movement, and how I entered my poem in it. well, I actually entered two poems, and this one was selected for publication in the World Poetry Movement book, Stars In Our Hearts. This poem is dedicated to my little sister, Patricia. here is the original poem, but I made one change because of Patiricia.

Hard Work

P.J. I know
That life can be hard.
school is the pits
You get no reward.
But I know you're smart
You can make it through life
if only you try.
Your mind is a knife
you can cut through your school.
I know that you'll see
if you try hard enough;
Hard work is the key!

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

heres to real friends

no form, just how I feel. it rhymes anyway.

What is a real friend?
the answer is clear.
they tell you the truth
not based upon how you feel.
they compliment you
not just to flatter
the truth is in what they say
and their words really matter.

when your feeling sad
they listen, but do not agree.
they will not sympathize
if they know and see
that you are mad
and don't mean what you say.
they help you get over it
'till your sadness goes away.

they want to share with you,
take pleasure in your happiness.
they always have a smile for you,
your never put to test.
they tease you in a friendly way
just to make you smile.
if you need time alone,
they leave you for a while.

friends are fun
they're caring and true,
they know your troubles,
They know what to do.
friends are many,
but real friends are few.
they aren't hard to find
and maybe one is you.