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Everybody has some talent Some people are very intelligent Others are gifted with a paint brush and pigment Still others use music as their pigment I use words and their sentiment And so, there are so many we should applaud
Someday while sitting at my table, I’d love to meet Anne of Green Gables, Then My Eight Cousins she would meet, They’re lots of fun and kind and sweet. But I have cousins by the dozens, Their chatter sounds like
Somewhere in the local park, in a place where nobody looks, There’s a tree growing, quietly and slowly. It’s not a very big tree at all. It’s surrounded by others, their massive trunks blocking the view of it. I always
What if you could tell A person’s special talent From a single glance? Shown in a symbol, Branded on their bodies, so All the world can see. Maybe, for instance, Musicians would have a note, Florists, a flower, Bakers, loaves
Rocky terrain of high mountains, The snow capped peaks ignite, The wanderlust in me; To break away from the drudgery, From the petty human loss; A caricature of intelligent race, Victim of different definitions of God, Blind to the color
1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young
You are tall, intelligent, one of a kind woman I know. A caring, humble, straightforward kind of girl, befriended by all. Never did I realize that time introduced me to your world. And that’s how our friendship started without lies,
The life of all companies starts with an idea, much like planting a seed that begins the life of a single tree. The tree slowly develops and occasionally produces a leaf, while all alone primarily a leafless tree. The tree
Gone are those days when We didn’t need to think about calories before eating. We didn’t have to plan everything in advance. We didn’t have to decide what to wear for a party. We didn’t have to check before speaking.
Momentary happiness elapses in seconds While Momentary turmoil lasts for ages Momentary temper lasts for seconds While Momentary misunderstanding stays for ever Momentary tear disappears in seconds while Momentary fear lasts for ever Momentary success takes one to skies while
A killing truck running mad I turn Mozartian with a poison gland. You thought Shoemaker is some fall guy. When you don’t even know the meaning, sigh. My measure is King Cobra XIIth. Fear the venom, not the length. Lamp
That was it. Everything he said made sense to me. Not the content of the presentation, The nature of the delivery. Outside of jealousies, Around common practices, Ground breaking, no less, A salesman beyond confidence. It wasn’t about town and
Often yet not frequent, I’d see this young delinquent, An exact image of whom I were most recent, So to say that I stare at my past thus avoiding myself at that instant. That very moment, Ne’er ought I insinuate
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My sweet children I can’t give you what you wish but I can give you what actually you need for your better tomorrow I can give you immense love and affection that will provide strong wings for your dreams to
Van Halen a young kid running the streets of California Brother Alex playing on the pots & pans In time young Eddie bought a guitar hoping in his heart he’ll go far Although from that scene many years had passed
We are afraid today more than a lot, We choose to stay beneath our spot. We are so unbelievably protected From things that make us happy and connected. We are afraid of speaking up, We know we’ll do the stuff
The art of winning is not in Who’s holding you, your talent, But view. See yours as valuable, deserving, praise worthy, better. Whatever it is be proud of it. Speak and protect your children as priceless jewels, your mate as
I saw the scene full of flowers and I saw the Actor choking, drowned in petals, leaves, which entered his mouth, nostrils, ears, covering him until nothing was left of him. Poor Actor. What a death! Smothered by the flowers
I live an ordinary life, In an ordinary home Built from ordinary bricks Made from ordinary stone. Each ordinary day I wake, Go down the ordinary stairs, Take a deep long breath and smell The ordinary air. At my ordinary
Ouch! What a sharp jab? Oh God! What is happening to me? Why should I suffer like this? And you go on and on, Blame Him! Otherwise what can you do better? God has given you everything, Name them, talents,
Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,
The successful man has talent. Talent, perhaps developed, perhaps discovered. And so he works, to become better. The successful man has money. Money to fund his talent. His talent, which will lead to his success. The successful man has friends.
Americans have the same teef on TV Or at least that’s how it seems to me They’ve all got even white shining incisors The sort that demands the need for visors Big flashy cars-Ferraris and rollers Open their doors to
Him: Goodbye, my dove Until tomorrow. I promise to make It a very special. Her: Standing at the window Soft breeze caressing my soft curls I see deep into the dark sky Finding some clues in those stars. What’s that
When is it that you can say you really know someone? Is it through the tender words, the jokes, the loving glances, the fun times, the promises, the long conversations, the intimate moments? Is it through the uncertainties, the past,
The valley holds on, to murder of moon, behind the trees. It is dark and clouds are meditating. You think of a perfect horror and a poisoned arrow flies straight into heart of a blissful sun. It is red, splattered
Audacity to live with your demons, putting up a fake love belief, who was the time, of that dark night? Distinctly alive to what I was not just putting up the shades of death into nothingness of peace in war.
A marble, jostling among the congregation says: I am not so obsolete But am impelled to be desolate For, the ultimate cause of humanity Perished in its serendipity. Defiance and vengeance and malevolence Thrived in conquering this vicinity But humanity-succumbed
Life, It is like a walk, On the same road, A patterned cuckoo clock. Doing the same thing, Over and over again, Monotonous life, It is the reign, Of boredom. But still, Life has some value, It is as, Blue,