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Christmas Angel Gift Poem

This angel craft poem is an ideal craft for loved ones in need. You can make this project as simple as some card stock and a plain white feather or you can place it into a box or gift card.

You can use coloured feathers for a more vibrant feel, but remember angels don’t usually have hot pink feathers or at least we don’t think so.

To make this angel feather poem all you need to do is write out the poem and attach a feather. If you want to make a magnet, just glue on a flat backed magnet to the back of your card. You could also make these with a hanging ribbon to place onto the Christmas tree.

Angel Feather Craft Poem

This is an angel feather,
sent from God above,
to serve as a reminder,
of his gracious love.

It’s from your guardian angel,
that God himself assigned to you,
And fell out in his struggles,
as he protected you.

Each time you almost stumble,
Each time you nearly fall,
Remember to,
Thank God and his angels,
for answering your call.

You can make these for school fundraisers or use them as quick craft projects for girl guides or scouts to make for mothers day or fathers day gifts.

These are very popular as magnets as they are a constant reminder each time you open the fridge, they are also perfect for donating to hospitals to give out to patients or loved ones in need.


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I Carry Your Heart With Me

The poem, “i carry your heart with me,” by E. E. Cummings has been a favorite love poem and a favorite selection at weddings for many years. The poem has gained renewed interest since being featured in the film, “In Her Shoes.” It is used with devastating effect in the film’s climactic wedding scene and again to close the movie. Countless fans have been inspired to review the touching words of “i carry your heart with me.”

The Poet

Broken Heart Poems

E. E. Cummings was born Edward Estlin Cummings in 1894 in Cambridge, Massachusetts. He died in North Conway, N.H., in 1962. Cummings earned a B.A. degree from Harvard in 1915 and delivered the Commencement Address that year, titled “The New Art.” A year later he earned an M.A. degree for English and Classical Studies, also from Harvard.

Cummings joined an ambulance corps with the American Red Cross in France during World War I. The French imprisoned him on suspicion of disloyalty, a false accusation that put Cummings in prison for three months. He wrote the novel, The Enormous Room, about his experience. Many of Cummings’ writings have an anti-war message.

Cummings was a fine artist, playwright and novelist. He studied art in Paris following World War I and he adopted a cubist style in his artwork. He considered himself as much a painter as a poet, spending much of the day painting and much of the night writing. Cummings particularly admired the artwork of Pablo Picasso. Cummings’ understanding of presentation can be seen in his use of typography to “paint a picture” with words in some of his poems.

During his lifetime Cummings wrote over 900 poems, two novels, four plays, and had at least a half dozen showings of his artwork.

Contrary to popular opinion Cummings never legalized his name as, “e.e. cummings.” His name properly should be capitalized.

The Poem

E. E. Cummings’ poetry style is unique and highly visual. His typographical independence was an experiment in punctuation, spelling and rule-breaking. His style forces a certain rhythm into the poem when read aloud. His language is simple and his poems become fun and playful.

Cummings’ poem, “i carry your heart with me,” is about deep, profound love, the kind that can keep the stars apart and that can transcend the soul or the mind. The poem is easily read, easily spoken, and easily understood by people of all ages.
The poem could almost be called a sonnet. It has nearly the right number of lines in nearly the right combination. But, typical of a Cummings poem, it goes its own direction and does so with great effect.

The poem makes an excellent love song when set to music. The outstanding guitarist, Michael Hedges, has set “i carry your heart” to music on his “Taproot” album. Hedges himself sings the lead, but the backing vocals are sung by David Crosby and Graham Nash.

More than 168 of Cummings’ original poems have been set to music.

Enjoy the words and the sentiments of this famous poem.

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

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Handful of Maybes

Maybe there is a God.
Maybe we were never meant to live this way.
Maybe there is such a thing as true love.
Maybe we’re all crazy, and normal is only an ideal that is out of reach.
Maybe we should’ve taken that escape… or maybe we shouldn’t have.
Maybe we’ll never be happy… or maybe we are happy and we won’t realize it until later.
Maybe philosophy is an idea that got out of hand… or maybe religion is.
Maybe we shouldn’t have acted so quickly on an inhibition that failed to stay strong.
Maybe I let my guard down.
Maybe we experienced too much in too little time… or maybe we didn’t experience enough.
Maybe we should learn more about something we know nothing about…
and when we learn more about it, we should write down how it affected our perspective,
but we probably won’t.
Maybe these words will hit home, or maybe they’re just a waste of my time and yours…
not to mention a waste of ink and paper.
Maybe I should’ve stopped thinking before I started.
Maybe I’m repeating myself…again.
Maybe I opened my mind too much, or maybe I didn’t open it enough.
Maybe we’ll all die tomorrow, and that job, car, mortgage payment, deadline, project,
or whatever else we think is so important, really never mattered.
Maybe we forgot to say “I love you” when it was our last chance to do so.
Maybe there is a hell and maybe we’re all going there.
Maybe perfection is possible in this world, or maybe perfection is only a perspective.
Maybe fact is only an opinion.
Maybe all of these maybes and questions of whys, whats, and hows, cannot be answered…
or maybe the answers are right there in front of us.
Maybe we care too much about what others might think, or maybe we don’t care enough.
Maybe we should’ve held on to our innocence a bit longer.
Maybe we have more to say than words can portray.
Maybe we were just too lazy to try.
Maybe this is the last chance to do something that no one has ever done before…
and maybe that chance has passed.
“Maybe I should stop thinking about everything and focus on nothing…Maybe I should just sleep on it”

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From Tehran to Damascus

There are kings in the lands I speak of, and their gods have hoofs and brutish brows, for they and they love there traitorous hours—with root steel teeth, and fed on blood, a hundred hands they cut off to get their way, and lead their nations down the road of nothingness—to Hell’s pale grave.

Downward starts their road, and shapes of death, to and fro they go restless, yet not told: are the horrors and despair they will inflict, infest, and toss to the air, and then again, one can see ages of tears, lips wailing, waiting; come–thee, the world should know by now, Tehran to Damascus is crouched in the shadows, ages of tears will come from thee, the world should know by now, you will never be content—content with less than all.

You are the fangs of the hoofed-gods, thy boastful foe; the world’s blood is like honey to you…talk no more for you lean blindly on Allah, and think He is your burden, and squeeze Him into your dark soul (perhaps He is like you, if so, if He be as boastful, who then is the God of love?).

Alas, the coming bliss of certain doom, fates demand you will sleep before you outwit the Jew, and heaven be no refuge for the wolf you are—; yet I fear, should man delay, it will be his sad day: to your glory.

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The Paithani Saree

The Paithani saree is known the world over for its uniqueness. It is one of the most beautiful sarees in the world. Beautifully crafted, with an exquisite zari border, this saree is truly a poem in silk. The Paithani saree is chosen by brides to wear on their special day, especially in Gujarati and Maharashtrian families.

The Paithani sarees are mostly woven in Paithan in Maharashtra. Yeola, Pune, Nasik and Malegaon in Maharashtra are the other centres where weaving of Paithani sarees is undertaken. These sarees were initially woven specially for queens and other members of the royal family by weavers in the palaces. However, with the passage of time, these sarees are now easily available both in India and internationally.

In an original Paithani saree, pure silk is used in the weaving of the body and pure gold and silver zari is used in the pallu and the border. The zari used in the preparation of the saree is specially procured from Surat in Gujarat. The process of preparation of a Paithani saree can take a time period ranging from a month to years. It is because of these reasons that this saree is rather expensive. To bring down the price of these sarees, weavers are using silver instead of gold and silk in place of silver.

Traditionally, Paithanis used to have a plain body with a heavy golden border and a large pallu. However, with the passage of time, various motifs began to be used in these sarees.

Though modern-day weavers are trying to develop newer and innovative motifs, usually traditional motifs are used in Paithani sarees. The most commonly used motifs in the body of these sarees are ‘kamal’ (lotus flower), ‘hans’ (swan), ‘asharfi’ (coin), ‘asawalli’ (flowering vine), ‘Bangadi mor’ (peacock in bangle), ‘rui phool’ (cotton flower), circles, stars and clusters of leaves. In the pallu of such sarees, certain motifs are very commonly found. Some of them are ‘Asawali’, ‘Panja’ (a flower in a geometrical shape), ‘Muthada’ (a geometrical shape), and ‘mor’ (peacock).

Paithani sarees are woven in a number of colors. These colors can be pure or be created using a blend of different colored yarns. The colors that are typically used in these sarees are ‘kaali chandrakala’ (black), ‘uddani’ (lighter black), ‘pophali’ (yellow), ‘neeligungi’ (blue), ‘pasila’ (a combination of green, red and pink), ‘pheroze’ (a blend of green, white and red), ‘samprus’ (a mixture of green and red) and ‘kusumbi’ (a purple and red combination).

Artisans in Paithan have been practicing the art of weaving the Paithani saree for centuries, and this tradition has been passed on from one generation to another. MSSIDC i.e. Maharashtra Small Scale Industrial Development Corporation Limited was established in the year 1962.

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How to Find the Right Words When Writing a Funny Love Poem

When it comes to writing a Funny Love Poem you may find yourself faced with a task a lot harder that first thought.

This article contains tips and ideas that will help you write a funny love poem.

Before you begin your funny love poem I would recommend reading and listing to other poems in the same genre. This will give you some ideas about the styles they were written. You will also be able to decide if your funny love poem is going to be long or short, rhyming or not rhyming.

Find inspiration, by simply reading a verse or line from another funny love poem you may just find the inspiration to write your own. Once you have the foundation you then need to bulk it out.

If your funny love poem is intended for someone in particular you may already have ideas about what you want to include. If this is the case then spend some time making notes about the specific thing you want to incorporate.

As hard as it sounds try to write down your emotions and feeling as this is what makes a poem special and meaningful. Don’t be afraid to say things you would not normally say.

Think about the event or person the funny love poem is for, writing notes or a list as you remember the emotions and feeling you had at that time and have now. Once the list is written you can then go through and add or remove what ever you see fit.

You will need to think about the style of your funny love poem. There are many styles of poems including haiku, sonnets, limericks or free verse. It is important to decide the style before actually putting your poem together.

Use vivid descriptions and words of emotion such as love, happiness and joy. Try to include descriptive images, so instead of putting ‘the garden’ put ‘the lush green garden’ these descriptions will paint a better picture in the readers mind.

Always save the best part of your poem for the end. The end should be like a punch line to a joke, something that gives the reader something to think about after the poem has been read.

When you feel your poem is complete read it and read it again, don’t be afraid to edit and make changes or better still ask others for their opinions and advice in how they feel the poem reads.

The most important thing is to be sincere, especially if you are going to be giving the poem as a gift to someone you love.

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The Weakening of America

Twice put high (WWI & “WWII)

Twice put low (Dec 7, and 9/11)

What is happening to you, America?

The Orient is weakening you!

You have conflicts everywhere,

And when the time of need comes

You’ll have no fruit to bear…”

Yes, of yes, Alas! But you will fail

At the time of real need-your

Adversary will make you wail.

Long wars, seldom fun, never won

Those you now call friend,

Will end, a short marriage at best,

And evil has an iron breast

It will double in your time, with

Death and dissention; rulers

Incapable will rise, ride the tide

Chased by the sea, out of the

Pacific, looking for peace-the

Adversary watche; there

In the Middle East, in

Palestine, in old Yugoslavia too…

Terror, and trembles, with

Huge fires and blood-ambition,

Pestilence, and all their kings,

Condemn in secret, America!

But it will all be soon, she

America comes too late, to save

The day, and so the land becomes

Desolate and divided, and the

Unwise, kings bring death

To the Great Nations..:!

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