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Valentine’s Day: A Funny Valentine Poem

October 13, 2009 · Filed under Nature Poems · Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Since My Valentine Got A Computer

Since my Valentine got a computer,

My love life has taken a hit.

Nothing I say is important,

Unless it’s a byte or a bit.

Before she got her new laptop,

Everything was just fine;

Now she says we can’t talk

Unless we both go online.

“But honey,” I said, “I’m attached to you;

Love is what I feel.”

“That keyword isn’t relevant,”

She said, with eyes of steel.

She clicked the keyboard furiously;

The screen was all she could see,

And then to my horror and shame,

She started describing me:

“Your motherboard needs upgrading;

Your OS needs help, too.

And you definitely need a big heatsink

To cool your CPU.”

“Don’t flame me, my sweet,” I pleaded.

“Not on Valentine’s Day.”

“Fix the bugs, and I’ll see,” she said,

While looking at me with dismay.

“What ever you want, my darling;

Whatever you need; you call it.

I’ll upload or download anything,

And then I’ll go install it.”

(Her hostile CD keeps replaying,

And though I don’t want to fight her,

Is this what I want for a Valentine?

I’ve been burned; can I rewrite her?)

“Are you all hard drive now,” I asked;

“Is there no software in you?

Don’t you remember the good times?

Let our memories see us through.”

“LOL,” she said to me, chuckling.

“You’re nothing but adware.

I’ve got a gig of memory;

I’ve got no problem there.”

“Please, honey, we can save it,” I said.

“Our love means more than that.”

“That’s not in my cache; we’re going to crash,”

She said, as she turned me down flat.

(This woman has really changed;

Do I really want to chase her?

More and more I’m thinking

It might be nice to erase her.)

“Aw, honey, don’t talk like that,” I said.

“Can’t we just plug and play?

I hereby accept default,

And I’m yours, my love, come what may.

“My goal is to make you happy;

I want to be your portal,

But your sudden, distant coldness

Would test the strongest mortal.

“If we need a brand new interface,

So we can FTP,

I’m your go along, get along guy,

And I want you to stay with me.”

“If you want to get into my favorites,” she said,

And you want to get past my encryption,

If you want to get through my firewall,

Here is my only prescription.

“First, put up your own Web site,

And e-mail me when it’s done.

I’ll check your page rank with Google,

And tell you if you’re the one.”

My life has become quite a trial,

Since my Valentine got a computer

If I want her to care about me again,

I guess I’ll have to reboot her.

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Mothers Day Poem That Will Really Touch Her Soul

October 10, 2009 · Filed under Heart Poem · Tagged , , , , , , , , , , ,

Mothers Day poems are a celebration of love, strength, character, selflessness, joy and family. You can write a Mothers Day Poem to any Mother in your life whether she’s your wife, sister, friend or even your own mother. The sentiments are always the same and we all know the amount that mothers give up in order to raise their children; the daily grind and the thankless tasks that go into bringing up the next generation of society. An ideal way to show our gratitude to the mothers of the world is to express it in poetry. A Mothers Day Poem can express many deeply felt emotions in only a few words and can easily stir the spirit and emotions of the recipient.

Now, most people aren’t poets by nature so it can be a pretty tall order to write those few words that tell of your gratitude, love and loyalty to your mom but don’t despair, there are options! You can go online and find a beautifully crafted poem by a master wordsmith and copy it out onto a piece of handmade paper with an old-fashioned ink pen (tip: choose a good nib for italics to create flow within the line of each word and practice a couple of times before applying your words to the expensive paper).

Once you have written your poem you can decorate it with a collage to frame your words. Alternatively you might choose to draw or paint flowers around the body of text. You might even roll up your work of art and deliver it with a ribbon tied around the scroll, or even better she might like it framed so that it can be displayed. This will make her very proud and will be a constant reminder to her of your deep affections. Either way you can be sure that the mother that you’re giving this to will be delighted that you have taken some time out of your day to think of her and make her something beautiful.

Before you give your gift of a Mothers Day Poem you might like to go into the garden and pick her some beautiful spring flowers. No one can deny the beauty or meaning of a poem delivered with freshly cut flowers. Whatever you do for the Mothers in your life this year make sure you show them that you love them and appreciate all that they do for you- make this year count as the memories created now will strengthen all bonds of family for the rest of your lives.

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Dispel Grief With a Positive Bereavement Poem

October 7, 2009 · Filed under Heart Poem · Tagged , , , , , ,

After a loved one dies, it feels like the world has come to a crashing stop. Grief and mourning can be so intense that you feel like you are sailing through a hurricane and then sinking in a sea of quicksand. A positive, faith and hope filled bereavement poem can help dispel grief and raise your spirits. The dark clouds of grief and loss can leave you and your family as you rise above the waves of fear and walk on the water of solid emotional and spiritual faith.

Loss and mourning are two obstacles to face and endure after a loved one dies. That might be a spouse, child, or family member. Or a close friend or neighbor, someone at church or even a personal role model. For example, when famous actor like Paul Newman died, many people who loved his example of a faithful marriage, his salad dressing, his famous roles movies like The Sting, and his good humor were shocked and numb. Death hits harder when the people are closest to us. Why do sympathy poems help after the death of a loved one?

Bereavement poems are a form of sympathy prayers that remember your loved one’s life, with the hope of eternal life that follows. An effective bereavement poem contains several words of condolence and sympathy sayings, and even sympathy prayers.

The key words of a grief poem are expressions of hope. The virtue of hope looks forward to something new, something better in life, a transformation of even life after death. For example, in the Christian religion, disciples of Jesus Christ believe in the resurrection and new life with God that follows death. In many religions, hope is a gift that points toward eternity – a lasting union and friendship with a Supreme Being.

The symbol of hope in the Christian religion is an anchor, that holds a boat steady during a storm. The rope that holds the anchor to a ship during a stormy time of life relies upon being cast into a sea bottom of faith and love. That rope is a life line to hang on to, when the hurricanes of life come blowing through. The fact is that death happens to every person.

A bereavement poem that contains a prayer of hope and words of consolation brings peace to your mind and calm to your heart. All you need to do is to find a simple sympathy poem that is easy to say and includes the names of your deceased loved ones.

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Poem For Inner Peace That Lasts

October 4, 2009 · Filed under Heart Poem · Tagged , , , , , ,

Why fret over the immoral, they’re but a vapour,

They’re grass that’s often mowed, there’s no reason for envy, for they’ll soon be cut down,

Trust, delight in and commit yourself to your Higher Power,

And righteousness, justice and equity will soon be yours.

Don’t fret for any reason it only brings you undone,

It’s only the meek, and those who hope and wait on God who’ll end up inheriting the land,

Just know the peace that transcends human understanding,

The Lord laughs at those who go against you, cutting them off… trust him and see.

It’s better to have nothing and know God, really it is,

For less is more and more is less in God’s economy, as he gives and takes away,

He gives life to his giving set-apart ones, as they live for others,

But the taking selfish others vanish like smoke without an affirming memory.

Fear’s only fitting when it’s toward God,

Awesome respect for this life, his wonder, plus his provision and care,

The way to keep faith with him is not spending time with the corrupt,

Being prudent regarding who you knock around with is vital.

We’re never always right and often we’re wrong,

There’s nothing wrong with that,

Sometimes when you’re wrong you can be handled as if you were right all along,

It’s having a commitment to grow all through life that matters.

Trust yourself to the Lord,

And wait patiently for him,

He’ll show you the way to wisdom and life for others,

And release you from the hell of self you live in today.

For the hell of self is a trap for all,

Delighting in the Lord however, is the key to a fulfilling life,

Play by his rules of grace and truth,

And godly virtues, joys and pleasures will soon be all yours.

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You Left Me

October 1, 2009 · Filed under Poem Quotes · Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

You left me, sweet, two legacies, -
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.

“You Left Me” is an amazingly concise poem. It communicates two immense ideas in the short space of two four-line stanzas.

Clearly, Emily Dickinson wrote the poem about somebody that was dear to her. It’s not clear whether the poem is about somebody who is far away or is about somebody who has died. Both were common in her life. The enduring nature of the poem is such that its meaning is consistent with either case and also consistent with additional cases where there is a physical or emotional separation between two people.

Chronologically, the poem was probably written in 1862, during the period of Dickinson’s most intense writing. In 1862 she wrote about 366 poems.

Her dear friend, Reverend Charles Wadsworth, left for San Francisco in 1862, and he is most likely the subject of the poem. Dickinson met him in Philadelphia in 1855 and only met him in person on two other occasions, including his visit to see her just before he left for San Francisco. However, her emotional attachment to Wadsworth remained strong for the rest of her life and she wrote him many letters. She called him her “dearest earthly friend.” Unfortunately, most of her letters to Wadsworth have not survived, and his letters to her were burned, at her request, after her death.

The first stanza of the poem, “You Left Me,” tells of being left with a deep love, one that even the Heavenly Father would be content with. That’s an impressive statement and makes any further description unnecessary.

The second stanza talks about an emptiness that has been left. It’s obviously a huge pain, as big as the sea and compared to eternity. This legacy stands as a significant contrast to the legacy described in the first stanza.

A third stanza to tie everything together into a conclusion was not written. The last line of the second stanza, “Your consciousness and me,” seems to sufficiently bring the reader back from the two huge ideas just presented to the groundedness of the consciousness of two real people.

The stanzas are written very formally with a ballad meter, iambic tetrameter followed by iambic trimeter. The rhyme is also very precise in the second and fourth lines of each stanza. There are no near rhymes in this poem. Also, the use of anaphora, the repetition of “You left me” to start each stanza, helps to create a very formally designed poem.

As a result of these poetic features, Dickinson was able to create an easily understandable yet highly meaningful short poem. The skill and the insights are both impressive.

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The Panama Canal

October 1, 2009 · Filed under Poem For Kids · Tagged , , , , , ,

[May 2006: Advance]: After visiting the Panama Canal, to see its worth, on the world stage, seeing it four times in four days, from the locks to the Bridge of Americas, to the lakes, etc; spending hours each day at the locks, and islands thereabouts, and talking to the Panamanians. I wrote the following poem below, at the canal.

I was told this was the eighth wonder of the world, but then when I was in Haiti, in 1986, likewise I was told, their Citadel was the 8th Wonder of the world. I have traveled the world over, and perhaps we have nine wonders of the world, the Panama being perhaps number 1 to 3, and the Citadel number nine, and we’d have to take one other wonder and put it into the missing category; the Panama Canal is really in a class of its own.

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A wonder of the world it is

Equal to 6000-plus, war ships

Six pyramids by the Gaza strip.

With all its tunnels, and locks,

Dams, lakes, fifty-one miles of it;

Buildings, mess halls, bridges— Structures and more structures;

Spillways and much cartage;

Bulldozers, trains—ten-years of it,

Building:

Excavations, constructions—:

Like digging a big ditch, through

Mountains, valleys, lakes—all

All I say, all immense, immense

With tons of cement and steel,

Between silt and mud; and two

Oceans between: obstacles

One after another—yellow fever.

The Suez Canal is but a glimpse

Of this immense task, in Panama;

Unequal in every way, to its grandeur.

Afterwards: In building the canal, it took, ten years (by the Americans; the French, several); and cost $675-million dollars between France and America; 62,000-workers worked at any one time on the site (42,000 world die from disease, accidents, est.); the site being 51-miles long, and ten miles wide. There were three locks to build, a few dams, a lake or two, a mountain to blow up, and create a passageway through. The French sold the rights to build the canal to America for $40-million dollars, after they had failed in its completion, at a cost of $300-million. Today that price tag would be over 7-billion dollars. It took 1600-hundred pounds of gold to pay the works each month; or 24-tons of Silver. They had to produce five million loafs of bread, 100,000 pounds of cheese, 9-million pounds of meat, and 300,000 chickens each year to feed the hungry works. In addition, they had to use 150,000-gallions of mosquito oil. Its construction matter is equal to five Suez Canals. The material taken out of the Panama Canal would be equal to six large –pyramids in Egypt. It was an immense task, perhaps the most perplexed since the landing on the moon; in all the history of mankind.

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Jatunmayo, The Great Wanka Warrior

October 1, 2009 · Filed under Poem Quotes · Tagged , , , , , , ,

In the seventh century, in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, surrounded by the Andes, lived the unconquerable Wanka warriors, likened to the Spartans of Greece, or Gladiators of Roma. Not even the Inca could subdue them, without the help of the Conquistadores of the 15th Century, and thus, the Conquistadores enslaved the Inca along with the Wanka as well. But this is a story about Jatunmayo, as he called himself, who hunted down his equal and they fought a great fight to see who should carry the name of the Greatest of Wanka Warriors in the valley at that time. And this is the story (Part two to the Wanka Warrior Saga):

The Clash and the Great Effort

“And the flesh I took it as necessary—out of the inner bowels—swiftly

casting it aside; then from the neck and shoulders two pieces of flesh;

above his elbow joint, I cut deep into his muscle with my knife,

his right hand, I took his fingers as he tried to stop the plunge—,

and from his flanks I cut out fat, and yet he was still not dead!

He was but a caucus when I was through, but he still lived…!

“(until when, I cut his throat…then he died!)…

The Defeat and Aftermath
“I cast his bones into the deep of the trees but the branches caught them,

a portion of his body now lay exposed, outside the rim of the woods.

I, who killed this warrior, marked him so, claimed his hide and his soul;

I left his shoulders, head and sides to the great Wanka God, Carhuancho…

“(the rest he left for the condors).

It was a great hunt between he and I, blow to blow, four hours the scuffle;

wealth by wit is what it was, we were the strongest of grips, in Jatunmayo.”

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Grandpa Of Cayuga Street

October 1, 2009 · Filed under Poem For Kids · Tagged , , ,

Grandpa of Cayuga Street
(Back in the mid-‘60s; St. Paul, Minnesota)

Dedicated to Anton Siluk

Who was he? I kind of misplaced him when I was young, his rustic voice, and broken English comes back to me now and then (the old Russian Bear, my grandpa) remembering my brother and I, along with mother lived with him, we all lived together on Cayuga Street, in the late 50s early to mid 60s…

Who was he? He cursed a lot, I recall, whom ever got in his way, so most would say so, in those old, old days, far off days, but now, now that I think abut it, he was the main man, I mean, the landlord, kind of, grandpa, the sole and only voice that stood above the house, in the house, under the house, he was perhaps unthanked by us all, or for surely by me, yes indeed, the thankless catalyst of over lives, our destiny, he counted down his money, like honey, and paid the taxes, utilities, dealt with the tradesmen, like the plumber, who had to fix the frozen pipes in the winter, thaw them out, and the furnace man, the winter was cold, and he had to make sure the gas never went out, and the chimney was cleaned in the summer, the grass cut; rake the leaves in fall, front and back yard, and cursed, cursed, and cursed, us all for being in his way, lazy.

A man of a few words, little style, but his presence was huge, manners or not, faithful as I look back, more so than that old black wood clock, that sat on top, of the dresser in the living room, more faithful than most wives.

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An Ice Free World & Hymn to Darwin

October 1, 2009 · Filed under Heart Poem · Tagged , , , , , , , , , , ,

Here are two different kind of poems, on nature mixed with emotions.

Hymn To Darwin

Lead us by the nose, take us

Down the path of endless roads:

For gloom, confusion and despair

Who cares, lead anywhere!

Who can guess better than thee?

Lead us to your vacancy.

Wrong or right there is no quest

For Darwin knows the very best!

Tomorrow we shall hoot and rave

Never knowing we are slaves—:

Slaves to the mighty whims,

Of Darwin’s Evolution.

Bury God and the ghastly Devil,

Hell and Heaven just as well;

For we have thy Hymn, of Darwin

Better than a Fairytale—.

Ah, yes! –yes, where will it end?

By and by, it will be man.

An Ice Free World

I am human because

Of ice

On both sides

Of the Earth…

Currents make us

Warm or cold…

Water flows

The way the Gulf Stream

Goes…

Should Greenland disappear

So would the thick ice

And cold air…

Solar energy warms

The atmosphere

The ice starts to melt

Shiny ice reflects

We’re cold again

(my friend, I’d guess)…

Salty-evaporation

Flies into the air…

The wind takes the heat

From the west to the east

Thus, it sinks

And so we start over

Again…

Water sinks

It stops flowing

Now where does it go…

—To the North or South Poles?

There is more to this poem

Than meets the eye

Or mind

An ice-free world

Is a possibility…

Climate change

Could mean many things

It is all about balance and heat

I think….

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