A is for Anton van Leeuwenhoek- in his simple microscope made him well-known,
B is for Benjamin Franklin who invented the electricity from the flow of electrons.
C is for Curie, Marie -a woman known by her theory of radioactivity,
D is for Dalton ,John -a meteorologist who developed an atomic theory.
E is for Einstein, Albert in his theory of relativity and mass-energy equivalence,
F is for Franz Boaz who studied human cultures through methods of science.
G is for Galieleo Galilei who worked also on telescope as astronomer and physicist,
H is for Heingrich Hertz who worked on the theory of lights and waves as scientist.
I is for Isaac Newton who discovered the law of motion and gravitation,
J is for John Logie Baird who invented one of our favorites, the television.
K is for Karlheinz Brandenburg who discovered MP3 tech for our music that pleases,
L is for Louie Pasteur worked on microbiology for causes and prevention of diseases.
M is for Michael Faraday who had successfully invented an electric motor,
N is for Neils Bohr who passed the milestone of the discovery of atomic structure.
O is for Orville Wright , a scientist who successfully invented an airplane,
P is for Paul Ehrlich who discovered chemotherapy for a cancer patient.
Q is for Quantum Cosmology by a scientist named Hawking, Stephen,
R is for Rudolf Virchow, a scientist who worked on the cell doctrine.
S is for Sigmund Freud who founded the Psychology of Unconsciousness,
T is for Thomas Edison whose invention on an electric bulb was a real success.
U is for Universal Law of Gravitation and Motion founded by Isaac Newton,
V is for Verbiest, Ferdinand-known on first car as his successful invention.
W is for William Thomson, an inventor of Temperature Scale for everyone,
X is for X-ray invented by a scientist named Wilhelm Conrad Rontgen.
Y is forYoung Philosopher like Aristotle, a student of Plato at age of eighteen,
Z is for Zoologist who studied marine invertebrates like Charles Darwin.
Knowing some of the world’s famous scientists and their inventions,
Make us smart children with all the agility of mind to take part in creations.
Feb. 10, 2013
This chain of couplets was also composed for a wall post in our science rm/lab for the kids to easily memorize or familiarize with some of the world’s famous scientists and philosophers in history. I also wish to thank my dearest friend, Andrea who encouraged me to write an ABC poem like this. Huh! It made me sweat a bit! ;))
Contest: Z is for Zaria: An ABC Couplet
Sponsor; Poet Cyndi Macmillan
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2013
When time, marched by the flame of a candle
The fear, from the swords and peak of the temple
When the virgin liberty was in a dungeon
Tyranny was and is still for souls to be sunken
New belief, a hope, lifts inquests and conflicts
Empires, built on bones, and by others eclipses
The game of kings, the war, ascendancy and gain
With their seers, they conquest more and again
The crystallized tears, marked the face of the earth
From timeless injustice and the avarice's mirth
Thence, the cannon, from the crust was born
And the flesh of man, continues to be torn
The war and coins are the trade of their life
Thence, greed and death for the elite, shall thrive
The fabrics of history, was sown by them and then
The keys of the globe, were in chains and so was the pen
The hope, was an orphan and lived with ghosts
The rise of freedom, was seen far and from every coast
Thence, tyranny turned the fear, from sword to fear by law
So the the elite can keep their liberty by code and claw
The ocean in quest, to the harbor, was by his waves
To wash the marks on land printed by the feet of the slaves
Freedom, he said, is the breath of the soul, to be blessed
Since dawn, it tantalized earth and man to have rest
Those souls, as yet, fighting the chains and webs
Until eternity, by the elite, they will remain oppressed
Dr.Mohammed F A Alrazak
Copyright © Dr.Mohammed Alrazak | Year Posted 2016
Africa, beautiful continent
Dreamy echoes fascinate
Giraffes heighten inclines
Jurassic known linger
Madagascar nestles offshore
Primates quest reform
Savannah tribes umbilical
Visioned waves x-ray
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
She wanders through life isolating
Hanging by a thread from the moon
Swinging quietly silently she's waiting
For her day she knows will come soon
Reflections of mirrors her soul as shown
Tales of grief sorrow and too many lonely roads
Hard truths and broken lies her heart as known
All her years have been falsely guided her voice unknown
Conflicted her mind is trapped in time
Traveling forward prisoner of the past gently holding onto the present moment
If you ask her if she okay she'll always tell you she's fine
Because you can't handle teh inside her it's so sadly potent
What's in her heart she knows to be true
Not everyone can be open receptive so secrets she has to hold
A misunderstood soul in a closed and hardened world is like taboo
Clues to things feelings events moments dreams words
The things she hides deep inside forever going untold
And the moon holds her heart
And all her secrets untold
He will guide her always and forever
So her wings can be free to roam
Copyright © Tammy Hix | Year Posted 2016
It’s funny how my father’s hobby became mine. He has been a sportsman all his life, he played basketball, volleyball and softball all his youth, but his real passion is soccer and even though he is 55 years old now, he still keeps playing it and loving it. He has had all kinds of cleats, all brands, all colors, different styles, but it does not change anything, he still plays amazing. But one thing I do find hilarious is that every time he comes from a game, he cleans his cleats, he washes them and takes them with such an unbelievable affection, that I’m beginning to think that he might love them more than he loves me, but now I do know the feeling of a new shiny, hard and beautiful pair of cleats. I still recall when he took me for my very first pair, I could not believe he was doing it for me, I was so excited, but now I realize that what I was excited about is that I could be like my father for just a moment when I had them on. Ever since I was little, I remember my daddy playing soccer, leaving home all dressed up, ready to fight, and win the ball to make a remarkable roll on the field. The playing field that we both love, the field all covered in grass, all green, so delicious and soft, so colorful… being crashed by everyone’s cleats and the rolling ball, feeling the sunlight on our skin, and the wind on our faces. Having a team, an extra family with whom we could find support and create new ideas, new plays so we could smash the opponent. So yes, I loved watching him play and cheering him up more than I could ever like watching official and famous soccer teams. I do find funny the fact that my father’s hobby became mine since everyone says we’re too similar, and even though he also has a son, his daughter is with whom he shares that connection. I love the fact that our simple relationship was started thanks to such a manly sport, and curiously, to transform me into such a girly girl.
Copyright © Andrea Aldana | Year Posted 2012
I am a Jewish boy
I wonder if I will ever survive
I hear people screaming and crying
I see skinny people with shaved
I want to see my family
I am a Jewish boy
I pretend to smile
I feel very scared
I touch something that feels like a
I worry if I will ever survive
I cry when I see dead bodies
I am a Jewish boy
I understand someone ought to die
I say people will survive and
freedom will come
I dream that I will survive this
I try to save other people
I hope for freedom
I am a Jewish boy
Copyright © Vinnie Magnani | Year Posted 2013
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013
In the backwoods of Virginia by a one room country shack
Stood a still that was a brewing that my Mama kept out back.
She kept a shotgun by the backdoor in an old potato sack
and when the travelers came a calling they brought money in a paper sack.
The bell tree was a blowing and you could hear that little ring
for a taste of that clear whiskey and the good times it could bring.
Now in the quietness of the night with a little light from the moon
Came the smoke that was rising from the making of the brew.
Mama had many names she called it and here are just a few...
Corn Liquor, Bush Whiskey, Hillbilly Pop, White Lightning and of course Mountain Dew.
It was warm when you drank it and had a kick like a mule
and if you needed resting you could sit on Mama's stool.
Now the lawmen would come a sneaking and try to find my Mama's brew
but the tin cans that were a hanging would alert her to the news
that someone was a snooping and trying to find her moonshine brew.
But out by Mama's shack was an old hole that she had dug
to hid her jars of whiskey from the lawman that came a looking for her special brew.
They ain't never found her whiskey...but I still know where it is...
and at times I sit on Mama's stool by that old bell tree
and have a sip or maybe two.
T Reams 1st Place
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
What about us…!!!
The life of an ENGINEER is not more less than of a NOMAID
Away from home
Days so good & bad
In a world of their own , they are all Dwelled
For them the world is all there, where they have nothing to loose
Nothing to fear
No difference of colour
caste or creed is found there
all runninG in one gear
Young brains with truthfull hearts
Like the tides of oceans,, rain in skies ,breeze in mornings
they are flowing within the tides of fate where the destiny is a dream to them.
After all the hurry n furry for such a long time,,
The souls are all lead to dark.
Unaware of the world outside , they keep grooming their faith .
But its All watered when they come to know,,, that time was like a woe.
Broken hearts with shrinken thoughts look for the way…in the land of greedymen
The unlonging hope is all graved like a parrot in lion’s den
& the minds with quest wonder with thrust ,, where to rest
& what is best.
We are no beasts from mars or Neptune,
We are the beings of distant thought.
We are the part of a world you are,
We seek refugee from the curse of fate & the curse of being called as a fresher.
No men are born with everything learned,, with a fine coarse of time all have to learn..
To learn & earn is the soul aim ,
To progress and prosper everyday ,
But we are still at the same bay,,, when they return us with same astonishing say…(fresher)
Itsn’t we are incompetent but u are…
Itsn’t we have left the hope. .we always will walk for us
For whatever & however it is we are still in our way,,
singing the same
What about life…
What about us..!!
Copyright © KAMRAN RASHID | Year Posted 2015
The mystic pirates
The thirsty sword swings its fierce steel by the hand of treachery
Conquerors shall rhyme with time, for bloodshed to spill over a century
Across the world, they march and thrive on the rattled skulls and bones
Their reward, a medal of serpentine, curved from fire and evil stones
Kings and emperors, proclaim glory from devouring countless souls
The ghost of liberty, and the lords of fire, became their silky trade
They conquer for the freedom to be raped and the orphans to be made
The free souls, when they defy, in a dungeon will dwell or sunken to the ground
Thunder erupts by the victim's wailing , their tears in heaven were crowned
Humanity was slaughtered, liberty on a spike, justice is naked with no pride
The seers of the sword, singing, other men to be scarified, we march far and wide
The widowed freedom, screamed how in name of the sky, this is justified
With a field of skulls on spikes, when fallen, the teeth kissed the motherland
The mystic pirates, still sailing on rivers of blood and to claim their pride
The bells of their temples sounds like that of death in shivering nights
They build their glory from the ashes of souls, spread on all heights
In the name of the stars, they twisted the verses to drive the minds
Even the rivers with countless offspring of drops born with blood in plight
When triumphant by slaughtering and joyful savagery, twine by conquering rights
Even the womb of time, delivered history within minutes, the savages writes
Thence, the art of the divine with forest and grace, is no more a delight
The ascending souls and endless sighs, dispersed the stars as the grains of sand
Those vying for glory from the ashes of life and blood, but by heaven this was banned
The moon, wrinkled by grief and the dark rippled with fear, shall govern the land
From Babylon the light and humanity shined, and when dimmed, the world become blind
Dr.Mohammed F A Alrazak
Copyright © Dr.Mohammed Alrazak | Year Posted 2016
I see green people
They tell me they come in peace
But they are showing me the roots to all evil
I see green people
They try to disguise their intentions
But their actions are so see through
I see green people
They are the true world leaders
There are no free actions or thoughts
You do or think what they want you to
I see green people
They manipulated all of our history
So if we were to find the truth
It doesn't matter because their is no proof
I see green people
As their head grow larger
I continue to have distant dreams of me being considered a equal
I see green people
They told me to worship them or die
Close my eyes and look through the lies
Because without them
There is no chance to walk among the Gods
I see green people
And there is no doubt about it
They truly show me the roots to all evil
Copyright © Andre Sanders | Year Posted 2012
Is not a poem?
of the poet
chained in slavery
was taken from us
talks about slavery boats
was never written
is for the people
not your people
it talks about Africa
this is a poem
full of this
this is not this
Copyright © Folito Gaspar | Year Posted 2013
Two sides to
The never ending story -
I am unable to let end -OF
A well educated, upper class,
A real Beauty,
and that of
an uneducated, low class,
Follow the journey of these two in poetry and prose.
Much of, is from the perception /perspective of the Frog.
The Princess has provided very little information.
A lot of insight though.
This journey ( if interested ) you will have to take on my blog - B. J. "A" 2-anold soul.blogspot.com - for it is far to much to include - put on this site. Thank you all, who have taken the time to read my ramblings, my insanity.
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2012
A, b, c, d is where, I stop
For, "Delilah", a mistress in the ,"(Bible)"
A Hebrew word meaning , "(delicate)"
A seductive name
A treacherous woman
Some find her, delightful
Some look at her, dirty
Some seem to say
I find her to be, demanding
She, can even be pleasing
Magnificent, to have around
Dreamy, just like a mermaid
Very temptress, her scent so seductive
As, she inquires so much
Delilah, a name so unclean
In so many eyes
All the way into
So, delightful, delicious and dreamy
To have around
After so many
Copyright © Delilah Ventura | Year Posted 2012
SOMETIMES I WONDER IF , WHAT OUR HEROES IN HISTORY REALLY DID ANYTHING BECAUSE THEY FOUGHT SO HARD TO ABOLISH THAT WORD NIGGA.. NOW EVERY ONE IS BRING BACK IT HAS NOW BECOME POPULAR WORD . SOMETIMES I CALL IT #UNSPOKEN REASON BECAUSE SOMETIMES U SAY THING AND THEN THEY GET OFFEND BUT I AM SPEAKING OUT NOW. SO WHAT I AM SAYING IS TOO UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM WRITING . MY NIGGA ,WATS NIGGGA PEOPLE LISTEN TO WELL AND CLEAR WITH UNDERSTANDING NIGGA IS NOT AN FRIENDLY WORLD IS A DEGRADING WORD . DID OUR ANCESTOR FOUGHT LONG AND HARD BECAUSE IT DIDN'T HAPPEN OVER NIGHT THEY TO FOUGHT STRONG.
WHAT I DON'T GET IS IF A WHITE PERSON CALL U A NIGGA YOU GET OFFEND SO WHY IS OK FOR ONLY BLACKS TO SAY IT TO ANOTHER ITS SAME DEGRADING WORD AND THERE THE SAME SPELLING AND EVERYTHING. SO THINK TWICE BEFORE U SAY NIGGA OUT LOUD..
Copyright © stacy-ann barrett | Year Posted 2013
I really do see Marilyn as a person who is a legend in her own time
She is beauty and glamore and that isn't a crime,
There was a lot of jealousy that surrounded her
But, most of the time it was all such a blurr,
Her life became much like a bad dream
Never knowing when or where she just might scream,
Marilyn to me was such a mystery
She never realized that she would make history,
Only she herself knows what is true and false
At 36 years of age she was gone and it was such a loss,
I hope she is happy where ever she may be
She was always so fragile that we just didn't see.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2014
Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015
Life is Harsh, Life is good
Only the few of the proud
Those men that stand for a great nation
Their life at the stake
So rough and sharp
Every day is another challenge
For them and for all
Freedom we all hope
But sometimes feel lost
Never give up that spark
Hope don’t give it up for a price
And when I see these great men and woman
Risk their life for a single child lost
With guns all around and wars of hate
I feel blessed as my country truly stands brave
A child is a gift of new life and hope
As I see the children in their arms saved at last
Only then will I ever know true courage
This is a path we should always cherish and follow
When the flame burns out nothing is left but stay strong
So please don’t shed a tear I am right here
By your side always and forever
Our country stands not alone, but as one
Heart filled with love
Poem for Treasures of Your soul contest
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
I'm not sure this is the dream Martin had
Yet we have moved from the nightmare of what he endured
We still have a ways to go, to make that dream come true
The one where who I naturally am doesn't have to be relaxed to make others feel ok
Where I can shine past the barrier of skin color and just be seen as light
The dream that means that diversity is to be celebrated
because trying to be anything other than who I am
Is robbing this world of experiencing excellence
Where the liberty bell isn't a monument but a movement
As I move into being who I was created to be it rings out to others beckoning them to do the same
And while I live, I carry the weight of the fallen soldiers
Not to mourn but to push me to live as fearless as they did
Knowing that if they had been given the chance to live they would own it
And I can't waste a minute on this earth worrying about who agrees, accepts or approves
See Trayvon, Mike, or Eric don't get to breathe this air, but I do
Martin and Malcolm don't get to give anymore speeches, but I can
No more Rosa's to boycott buses
But there is a you, and there is a me
And we can soar higher than our ancestors
We can live the lives they dreamt about
Bridge the gap between possible and impossible
We can innovative, and motivate and inspire Every Day MAKE BLACK HISTORY
Because who said the History Books had to stop with them.
Copyright © Janeen Thompson | Year Posted 2016
Acceding blight, civilization despair.
Entwining fallacy, germinating history.
Ideology jaded, kill-joy labored.
Obstinate paladin, quick rumbling spreads,
tense unattainable vicious warning.
Xenophobia yap zipped.
Copyright © Judy Riley | Year Posted 2010
MEDIEVAL times ABC form
A beautiful castle donned exquisite flavours- Good, Hate. Inquisitive jesters kept lined
maps noting property. Queens ran street trade until various wild exploits yielded zen.
MEDIEVAL Times Acrostic form
Moats carve around the castle wall,
Ever challenging those who stop to call,
Dragons hide in the shadow tall,
Inside the passageways and the hall.
Every peasant gathers wood, at least a cord,
Valiant knights show off their shiny sword,
Always prepared to fight for their Lord,
Living well in the renaissance, few could afford.
MEDIEVAL Times Alliteration form
Smoke stops on the steep streets,
Huts hide the hallows,
Dark, dingy and dull,
Garbage graces the gutters,
Animals amber aimlessly.
Peasants plead poverty,
Knights know the kingdoms,
Castles coat the coast,
Crusaders catapult castles,
Armour adds to action,
Shields save souls,
Renaissance is really raw.
Written July 13, 2011
For the contest "Aye, aye & a Mistress"
Won 10th Place
Copyright © Lee Ramage | Year Posted 2011
Able bodies come..
dig .. excavate.. find gold..
how I jumped..keep looking..
ore... picks..quick rising
settlements.. tents.. Unbelievable..
Vigilantes.. Worries... xenophobic..
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2010
It’s funny how
The universities are still in business
Of producing graduates
That speak funny English
And hardly make invention
And the stock market falls
Down street tumbles
That lets people buy
And make profit
Like grandpa used to say,
True intellectualism died
In the year 1929
With the rise in acumen inflation
It was then that
This Federal Reserve of Ignorance
The true villain of this quandary
Traces its genesis
Hope that explains succinct
This universal impotence
Copyright © pat pakla | Year Posted 2012
America, the land of the free, catering to the wealthy and pushing the poor.
Blacks are all but exempt; they are seen as property and nothing more.
California brought into this nation by gold, as a false equality,
Demanded by some to spread the systems of vast irrationality.
Extradition in compromise to abolition.
Fugitives thrown back to chains, complete pacification.
Grace, all too fallen from, that was this nation.
Humble as many others were, one woman changed the nation.
Illegal activities by abolitionist became the norm, in hopes to stop degradation.
Johns and Janes educated in the taboo subject of the naive.
Kings and knights replaced with tyrannicals and elderly slaves.
Liberty and freedom for all,
Men and woman, Black and White, all readying to fall.
Night falls, creating a stage for the quarrelsome show.
Oppositions face each other, their bodies ready to feed the coming crows.
Position between this and that,
Quarrelling over the proper way to skin a cat.
Runaways are forgotten for the time being,
Say it so, as many were fleeing.
Tackless politicians following a false tradition,
Utilitarian, one may say, on their decision.
Vicious out cries spread across the nation following
White men's decision to take a stand being,
Xecute the evils of the world.
Yells coming from each side, each saying they are more moral'd.
Zephyrs blow across the grasses, to contrast what is to come.
Copyright © Rocky Swartzfager | Year Posted 2012
do the questions we ask today
become the answers of tomorrow
how do we go from sing and play
to overwhelming sorrow
when certainty is in question
and wisdom and knowledge depart
we live by our own suggestion
and forget our mind and hearts
we stagger through our walk
and blindly refuse to listen
to those who walked before
Copyright © brandy wassam | Year Posted 2014
i feel the darkness surround me,
i know what fate lies ahead,
i sense the fear take over me,
i know i will soon be dead,
i hear the ground beneath me,
i know i must face my end,
i sense the guns select me,
their bullets my only friend,
the darkness is drawn from me,
and the light forced in my face,
i see the rifles before me,
my body now frozen in space,
i see my life spread out before me,
i see my oncoming end,
i hear the triggers pulled for me,
a bullet, the message they send,
i felt the darkness surround me,
their sights locked to my head,
i no longer have fear inside me,
my body now lies dead.
Copyright © jack harris | Year Posted 2012
THE FIRST THANKSGIVING
The Pilgrims held the first Thanksgiving
At Plymouth in October 1621.
The bitter winter of 1620, was over
With a loss of many father, mother, daughter or son.
Life for survivors was much better now
As a good harvest improved what was rationed
Settlers enjoyed good health and prosperity
As homes were raised from the logs they fashioned.
They walked unafraid and safely in the woods
For they had made peace with the Indians.
After the signing a long-lasting treaty
Natives and Pilgrims shared the land as friends.
Sending four men to shoot waterfowl and wild turkeys
The Pilgrims decreed a holiday of good fortune
A chief was invited who brought 90 braves
And five deer to increase the portion.
It was an open-air roast and festival
Held along the north bank of Town Brook.
Where there were games of skill, chance and dance
While everyone gorged on the feast they cooked.
From then on Thanksgiving spread through the colonies
Though each region chose its own date.
Till in 1789 president Washington proclaimed
November 26 a day to give thanks and celebrate.
The theme of Thanksgiving has always been the same.
Though its date has changed many times.
A day for giving and remembering the less fortunate
Expressing thankfulness with our prayers, hearts and minds.
It is our duty as a nation to acknowledge providence
Of Almighty God, and to obey his will.
To be grateful for his blessings, and protection
As we humbly partake in the tables we fill.
It's a time of plenty and a time for prayer,
A time for families to gather and share.
It's a time to remember those pilgrims past,
A time to celebrate life, while it last.
As we bow our heads around the table,
With turkey, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie.
Before we feast we’ll thank our Lord
For the blessings of the year gone by.
Old Jack Frost is freezing on the windows,
As outside the bitter wind blows.
While inside there's a red, hot fire,
Which welcomes and warms both hearts and souls.
By Tom Zart
Copyright © Tom Zart | Year Posted 2006
November 5, 2015
Ode to the Great One
Listen well all of you
To an ode that must be told
It is what I now behold
An ode to who?
O why an ode to you!
Mighty Picasso, the one who’s works flew.
With your softly painted hue
And your creative sense of brush
O stop! Your romantic work is making me blush!
Why you could turn boring old paper
Into something far much greater
And although you loved many
Evidence shows that you have painted plenty
Paintings of fifteen thousand
You truly are something I would have never imagined
You gave the world stars of beauty to see
To be or not to be?
Why Picasso, you did not care!
You merely wanted the ability to share
To share a world, beyond compare
O Picasso, how you speak
Giving your audience a treat.
And so I thank you,
For what you have done
Making art seem as if sung.
Copyright © Audrey Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
why do we have clouds?
why do we have sky?
why do we have music?
why do we have computers?
just think why why why!!!
Copyright © doris lee | Year Posted 2008
America, the abundant, the place I was born
I'll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground
Who loved her the same as I.
Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky;
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There's billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.
That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.
There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and from the factories
Balanced in a box on a wheel.
Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall,
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a present from France,
Describes how, inside, we feel.
That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves America’s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.
We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.
Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.
Copyright © Tom Zart | Year Posted 2007
i jump to meet my mark,
it is met with arms out wide,
nothing, yet i expect a spark
so in little black book i confide.
what i ask of the masses, alot
admittedly ashamed i am not
to think, rejoice, connect the dots
to remember what we once forgot.
all i ask i that we don't assume,
they rely on ignorance to consume,
open your eyes and take full bloom,
never take an uninformed flume,
i see too much trouble ahead to ignore,
when i opened my eyes we had ten years,
i am still coming round and now we have four,
i see too much blood that will mix with my tears.
everything will mingle and change
it will all make sense once done
its just right now, its beyond our perceptive range
and to elaborate on the story no fun.
for certain synchronocities will take form
the knowledge unwraping in the implicate
it may not always be blatent, but hidden in the norm
some could term it karma, i make my own fate.
Copyright © Lance Lawlor | Year Posted 2008