Monday, March 28, 2011

Will stand the test of time.....- by Jessica

Being able to stand the test of time is a challenge for most. People are unforgiving, and most of all, not patient. Patience can bring you riches beyond belief, but standing by the test of time can also be a test from God, as God always tests us, in the best of times and in the worst of times. In the end, there can be an indelible bond, that was created because of patience and time. 


Will Stand the Test of Time

by Jessica

You make me light up
When I feel like crying
You make me wanna live
When I feel like dying.
You make me wanna walk
When my legs are on crutches,
You make me wanna talk
When my face is covered with smudges.
You make me wanna dance
When my heart just isn't in it
You make my heart sing
Even when I can't mean it.
You make me laugh
When there's nothing to say
You make me jump
When I can't even play.
I'll love you forever
You have my solemn vow
Because whatever we go through
Whether then or now....
I've got your back
And you've got mine
And the bond we have
Will stand the test of time.

LOVE by - Demetrius Whye

Love can be found many ways, but what is the best way to explain it? Is it the same for everyone? Most likely not. For some it is for the love of another, and sadly, for some it is only for the love of themselves. But for people who understand what true love is, regardless of how knowledable that person may be, just to understand where it is and what it stands for, may take a life of trials and tribulations, and experiences with others that will define the true meaning of love for that person. People live for it and even die for it. Love of our country, love for one shared in many ways....


It cannot be found through seeking
Yet we are consciously aware of where it lurks.
It cannot be detected in other unless first discovered in ourselves.
It defies definition yet its meaning is perfectly clear.
We grasp at it in vain for it is unable to be held.
Yet we will cling to it for all eternity
In our possession it is worthless and void.
Yet when released its value is beyond measure.
It leaves us with a pain that only it can soothe.
The wounds it will cause may forever heal but the scars
will remain as a constant reminder of its power.
We do everything we can to control it,
yet it controls everything we do.
In the End we succumb to its greatness,
and in our surrender we realize our victory

Ozymandias - by Percy Bysshe Shelley

This was written for the rich billionaires ( Kings of kings ) that think the castles they have built will last forever....but in time their creations eventually become a colossal wreck ......boundless and bare far as one can see. Probably his most famous short poem, “Ozymandias” was published in 1818. The second-hand narration attempts to resurrect the once powerful king's might while the exotic setting of Egypt and desert sands helps illuminate the struggle between artist and subject. Listen to the poem in a video below..


I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

What is a Puppy

Poems can be written about anything. How about one about man's best friend. Puppies are those lovable creatures that many consider that "bundle of joy".  They melt your heart for a variety of reasons. Maybe they are cute and adorable, or smart and playful. The companionship of an animal such as a puppy can sometimes be immeasurable. Here is a poem by Stella Mortazavi that explains her thoughts of a puppy.

What Is A Puppy?

What Is a Puppy
A puppy is a fluffy bundle of joy
Who can turn any object into a toy
With four paws and a wagging tail
He will try and beat you to pick up the mail
He likes to chew on anything new
A ball, a bone or even a shoe
He loves to run and likes to be
Chasing the neighbours cat up a tree
A puppy is loveable and so cute
Even when he ruins your favourite boot
His adoring look will melt your heart
And you know from him you won’t want to part
A puppies love just grows and grows
Through all of the little highs and lows
He truly will be your best friend
A great companion to the end.
Copyright ©2007 Stella Mortazavi

A Mothers Love found on Rhea's Blog

Below is a beautiful poem for moms by Fion Lim. found originally published on 
RHEA's Blog at the following address and I encourage everyone who follows this blog to also follow her.

A Mothers Love

How deep is a mother’s love? 
How far does a mother’s love go? 
Is there a limit to her love? 
Is there always enough of her love?

A mother will for the love of her children, 
Do the things ordinary beings will not do, 
Things that are seen as a bother, 
She has them done without much fuss.

Always making sure there is ample food for all, 
Hiding her countless worries for her children, 
Swallowing anger when her pride is bruised, 
Forgiving the very child who hurt her feelings.

Taking under her loving and gentle wings, 
The little children of her own children, 
Pouring her unmatched devotion and affection, 
Spelling out the great depth of her endless love.

Now tell me can you measure a mother’s love?

Thursday, March 10, 2011

What Love Is

What is love? It is one of the most difficult questions for the mankind. Centuries have passed by, relationships have bloomed and so has love. But no one can give the proper definition of love. To some Love is friendship set on fire for others Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it. No matter how you define it or feel it, love is the eternal truth in the history of mankind.
Love protects; preserves and hopes for the positive aspect of life. Always stand steadfast in love, not fall into it. It is like the dream of your matter of affection coming true. Love can occur between two or more individuals. It bonds them and connects them in a unified link of trust, intimacy and interdependence. It enhances the relationship and comforts the soul. Love should be experienced and not just felt. The depth of love can not be measured. Look at the relationship between a mother and a child. The mother loves the child unconditionally and it can not be measured at all.

Love Is ...

Love is the greatest feeling,
Love is like a play,
Love is what I feel for you,
Each and every day,
Love is like a smile,
Love is like a song,
Love is a great emotion,
That keeps us going strong,
I love you with my heart,
My body and my soul,
I love the way I keep loving,
Like a love I can't control,
So remember when your eyes meet mine,
I love you with all my heart,
And I have poured my entire soul into you,
Right from the very start.

- Meghan -

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Men Do Cry - Is not a Sign of Weakness

Have you ever been told that a man should never cry? The act of crying is an inner breakout of your deepest feelings. Maybe it's because when a person cries, that there are tears involved. Many people associate tears with 'weakness'. Men are supposed to denote strength, not weakness. But, if you really understand the meaning of tears, you should then realize that we are all mortal beings, and that tears can show basically two things.... overwhelming grief, or unspeakable love. Unfortunately, in many cases with men, there has to be an unbelievable event that effects their lives, before they realize it is not a bad thing to cry.  In my lifetime, I've had unbelievable highs and unspeakable lows, but the ups and downs that we experience inevitablly show emotion, the feelings that you should NEVER hold back. The act of crying is also an avenue of relief. Crying out the pain is one of the most soothing experiences you can have in a moment of an undeniable low.

Men Do Cry
written by Ken Faulk

I heard quite often “men don’t cry”
Though no one ever told me why
So when I fell and skinned a knee
No one came to comfort me.

And when some bully boy at school
Would pull a prank so mean and cruel
I’d quickly learn to turn and quip
“It doesn’t hurt”, and bite my lip.

So as I grew to reasoned years
I learned to stifle any tears.
Though “be a big boy” it began,
Quite soon I learned to ” be a man”.

And I could play that stoic role
While storm and tempest wracked my soul
No pain or setback could there be
Could wrest one single tear from me.

Then one long night I stood nearby
And helplessly watched my son die,
And quickly found to my surprise
That all that tearless talk was lies.

And still I cry and have no shame
I cannot play that ” big boy” game,
And openly without remorse
I let my sorrow take it’s course.

So those of you who can’t abide
A man you’ve seen whose often cried,
Reach out to him with all your heart
As one whose life’s been torn apart.

For men do cry when they can see
Their loss of immorality.
And tears will come in endless streams
When mindless fate destroys their dreams.

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