A hot storm,
Making all turn warm.
A sudden spark and a flash,
Can leave everything as ash.
The mighty strength conduced by wind,
But the powerful smoke is the way it begins!
Silent yet deadly it travels so far,
The golden flame shines like a star!
Beware of its power for it can start quick,
Just from the flame of a candle stick!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
You Are Never a failure!
As a child you are told to go after whatever you dream of.
You may want to be a Princess or a professional football player.
You have self-confidence that no other person will be better at that job than you.
You feel good!
Than you try out for a football team and you sit on the bench 90% of the time.
Or you try to be a princess and you find out you have to be a royal family member.
You have failed. You are a Failure.
You just made quarterback of the greatest team and are in the Super bowl.
You just were pronounced CEO of the magazine “Poise.”
You feel good.
Then your team is counting on you to throw the touchdown when you trip, you lose the game.
Or you don’t fill the complete quota because a marketer just canceled.
You have failed. You are a failure.
You are a parent and have done everything in your power to raise your daughter well.
Or you are a child who’s head of the class, Teachers Pet.
You feel good.
Then you have her boyfriend over and are astonished by her choice.
Or you have a test that you studied for and forgot all about your science homework.
You have failed. You are a Failure.
This is how many people feel, a failure in all times of life. If you can remember, as a child hearing, go after whatever you dream of. Maybe you feel you have failed at that dream, but that isn’t all the saying tells you. The saying tells you to keep your head high and not to give up. A failure at one thing isn’t a failure at everything. Keep trying!
You may want to be a Princess or a professional football player.
You have self-confidence that no other person will be better at that job than you.
You feel good!
Than you try out for a football team and you sit on the bench 90% of the time.
Or you try to be a princess and you find out you have to be a royal family member.
You have failed. You are a Failure.
You just made quarterback of the greatest team and are in the Super bowl.
You just were pronounced CEO of the magazine “Poise.”
You feel good.
Then your team is counting on you to throw the touchdown when you trip, you lose the game.
Or you don’t fill the complete quota because a marketer just canceled.
You have failed. You are a failure.
You are a parent and have done everything in your power to raise your daughter well.
Or you are a child who’s head of the class, Teachers Pet.
You feel good.
Then you have her boyfriend over and are astonished by her choice.
Or you have a test that you studied for and forgot all about your science homework.
You have failed. You are a Failure.
This is how many people feel, a failure in all times of life. If you can remember, as a child hearing, go after whatever you dream of. Maybe you feel you have failed at that dream, but that isn’t all the saying tells you. The saying tells you to keep your head high and not to give up. A failure at one thing isn’t a failure at everything. Keep trying!
Out the Window
The light pierced,
Through the hazy fog.
Then all grew dark!
A rumble shook the house still.
Piercing shouts cried in the prairie,
Shadows crept closer.
An orange glow gleamed in the brush.
The light flashed again and again,
The rumble shook the floorboards.
Clutched to the floor,
Her legs trembled.
The shadows crept closer and closer.
The glow flashed through her window.
Her heart pounced, her breath weakened.
Then her body lay limp, as she watched the fire come closer to her home.
A shadow, in the glare of the window, thrust her limp body to his chest.
Her scream was silenced by the stable figure.
Rushing out the home into the brush and smoke they ran!
Looking back a horrid laugh and dreaded glow thrust upon her home.
She saw her fathers figure watching his daughters eyes fill with tears,
He ran her to safety in the darkness,
Calming her heart with a soothing voice!
She came to a warm cottage where she looked out the window!
The Civil War wasn’t over!
Through the hazy fog.
Then all grew dark!
A rumble shook the house still.
Piercing shouts cried in the prairie,
Shadows crept closer.
An orange glow gleamed in the brush.
The light flashed again and again,
The rumble shook the floorboards.
Clutched to the floor,
Her legs trembled.
The shadows crept closer and closer.
The glow flashed through her window.
Her heart pounced, her breath weakened.
Then her body lay limp, as she watched the fire come closer to her home.
A shadow, in the glare of the window, thrust her limp body to his chest.
Her scream was silenced by the stable figure.
Rushing out the home into the brush and smoke they ran!
Looking back a horrid laugh and dreaded glow thrust upon her home.
She saw her fathers figure watching his daughters eyes fill with tears,
He ran her to safety in the darkness,
Calming her heart with a soothing voice!
She came to a warm cottage where she looked out the window!
The Civil War wasn’t over!
LOST!
I was definitely lost. My mind was flooded, my throat was dry, I started to sweat, I couldn’t think. I wasn’t in Egypt or on a major search for treasure, I was in 10th grade algebra. I was LOST!
My teacher was at the front going on about how with each point is a new distance. She was saying something about radicals, or was that relish. No relish, why would she be talking about relish, ooh now I’m hungry. Mmmm a warm hot dog covered in relish. Yes that would be good. Wait get back to the subject, oh darn she erased it. Wait m=5x+ square root of 63. Is this part of the problem, why is Lucinda looking at me? Can she tell I am out of it? Oh, Jeremiah is waving his hair, he is so cute, and Brandi is glaring at him, if only I were Brandi. Dating the star quarterback. Oh look at him he is flexing his muscles; oh I just want to give them a tight squeeze, as I wrap my arms around him.
“Emily, EEEEEEEEEMMMILY!” croaked Ms. Evans. “Yes Ms. I am sorry, what were you asking?” The room filled with laughter! Jeremiah almost choked on his own spit he was laughing so hard! :”I was asking if you would please come to the front and solve this problem?” “Yes Ms. I am truly sorry!” I almost threw up as I stumbled down the desks to the front of the class 62y= square root of 85 –102x +b I quickly wrote: This problem is against my religious belief; therefore I cannot solve this problem. Just as I finished, I threw the chalk down and marched out the door, on account of I had to hurl, my lungs out!
The religious thing, I heard about in the classic book of Calvin and Hobbes. I left school real early that day, I was to afraid to show my face again after pulling a stunt like that, especially in front of Jeremiah. My parents, got a phone call that evening as we were eating our dinner, it was hard enough to choke down that meatloaf, besides having my parents leave the table to discuss, what was said by Principal Smith. Just as I finished my father sent me to get ready for bed, and as I walked down the stairs they both met me to discuss the matter.
The next day, I was sent directly to principal Smith’s office. The school met for an assembly in the cafeteria, where I was to announce my improper answer and the reasoning behind it. Principal Smith told me later that was all my parents, idea and he was just going to have me apologize to my teachers. Talk about a hurl Girl! I missed lunch that day, I didn’t feel to swift, but later Coralline slipped me a note in class! I got truly red, until I read it! Dear Emily, If you want a tutor on algebra, I am cheap and I will help you three hours everyday after school! I was so excited; I reached over and shook her hand. One week later, I am up at the front desk side by side with Coralline and ready to answer any questions, the teacher might ask! “ Emily EEEEEEEMMILY” “ Yes, Ms.Evans” “Are you staring at Jeremiah or the wall?” “ The wall, Ms.Evans!” Well maybe not all the questions!
My teacher was at the front going on about how with each point is a new distance. She was saying something about radicals, or was that relish. No relish, why would she be talking about relish, ooh now I’m hungry. Mmmm a warm hot dog covered in relish. Yes that would be good. Wait get back to the subject, oh darn she erased it. Wait m=5x+ square root of 63. Is this part of the problem, why is Lucinda looking at me? Can she tell I am out of it? Oh, Jeremiah is waving his hair, he is so cute, and Brandi is glaring at him, if only I were Brandi. Dating the star quarterback. Oh look at him he is flexing his muscles; oh I just want to give them a tight squeeze, as I wrap my arms around him.
“Emily, EEEEEEEEEMMMILY!” croaked Ms. Evans. “Yes Ms. I am sorry, what were you asking?” The room filled with laughter! Jeremiah almost choked on his own spit he was laughing so hard! :”I was asking if you would please come to the front and solve this problem?” “Yes Ms. I am truly sorry!” I almost threw up as I stumbled down the desks to the front of the class 62y= square root of 85 –102x +b I quickly wrote: This problem is against my religious belief; therefore I cannot solve this problem. Just as I finished, I threw the chalk down and marched out the door, on account of I had to hurl, my lungs out!
The religious thing, I heard about in the classic book of Calvin and Hobbes. I left school real early that day, I was to afraid to show my face again after pulling a stunt like that, especially in front of Jeremiah. My parents, got a phone call that evening as we were eating our dinner, it was hard enough to choke down that meatloaf, besides having my parents leave the table to discuss, what was said by Principal Smith. Just as I finished my father sent me to get ready for bed, and as I walked down the stairs they both met me to discuss the matter.
The next day, I was sent directly to principal Smith’s office. The school met for an assembly in the cafeteria, where I was to announce my improper answer and the reasoning behind it. Principal Smith told me later that was all my parents, idea and he was just going to have me apologize to my teachers. Talk about a hurl Girl! I missed lunch that day, I didn’t feel to swift, but later Coralline slipped me a note in class! I got truly red, until I read it! Dear Emily, If you want a tutor on algebra, I am cheap and I will help you three hours everyday after school! I was so excited; I reached over and shook her hand. One week later, I am up at the front desk side by side with Coralline and ready to answer any questions, the teacher might ask! “ Emily EEEEEEEMMILY” “ Yes, Ms.Evans” “Are you staring at Jeremiah or the wall?” “ The wall, Ms.Evans!” Well maybe not all the questions!
Grandpa
My grandpas birthday was a couple days ago, so I dedicated this poem to him!
Grandpa you’re the greatest,
There is nothing you can’t do!
The things that we can’t you can,
Even though your 72.
Your age is not a worry,
It’s more wisdom with each day.
I hope this birthday poem.
Makes you happy in every way.
You’re charming and sweet,
Such a great person to have around!
Each moment with you is better,
I have always found!
Don’t take this day to hard,
Just look at it like this.
With each year that your older,
Adds more to your greatness!
You’re Truly Special To Me
You’ve loved your kids and grandkids, too;
Your heart is so tender and kind.
I remember the time you used to say you knew a monkey,” It is you!”
I also remember sitting on a tractor and think it would drive off with me behind!
Your unselfish heart and the joy in your eyes,
Makes me realize how truly special we are.
I love you grandpa, and hope this is a delightful surprise.
Just like that homemade cigar!
I wish you my love and for you to know,
I love you more than the world could show!
Grandfather
Take a break,
Be set at ease.
Close your ears,
To all who tease!
My memories with you,
Are truly fond!
I am so thankful,
For the time we’ve had to bond.
You are there to help,
All in need,
Your footsteps,
Are my life’s lead.
I wish you happiness,
Through the years,
Your smile and laughter,
Fill me with joyful tears!
This poem is just for you,
Happy Birthday Grandpa,
I love you!
Grandpa you’re the greatest,
There is nothing you can’t do!
The things that we can’t you can,
Even though your 72.
Your age is not a worry,
It’s more wisdom with each day.
I hope this birthday poem.
Makes you happy in every way.
You’re charming and sweet,
Such a great person to have around!
Each moment with you is better,
I have always found!
Don’t take this day to hard,
Just look at it like this.
With each year that your older,
Adds more to your greatness!
You’re Truly Special To Me
You’ve loved your kids and grandkids, too;
Your heart is so tender and kind.
I remember the time you used to say you knew a monkey,” It is you!”
I also remember sitting on a tractor and think it would drive off with me behind!
Your unselfish heart and the joy in your eyes,
Makes me realize how truly special we are.
I love you grandpa, and hope this is a delightful surprise.
Just like that homemade cigar!
I wish you my love and for you to know,
I love you more than the world could show!
Grandfather
Take a break,
Be set at ease.
Close your ears,
To all who tease!
My memories with you,
Are truly fond!
I am so thankful,
For the time we’ve had to bond.
You are there to help,
All in need,
Your footsteps,
Are my life’s lead.
I wish you happiness,
Through the years,
Your smile and laughter,
Fill me with joyful tears!
This poem is just for you,
Happy Birthday Grandpa,
I love you!
Pies
Mama in the kitchen,
Kneading the dough.
Her face and apron full of flour,
Her hands mixing and pulling like so.
Fruit fillings being made of,
Blueberry, peach, apple and plum.
The filling covers the golden crust,
I just smell the aromas and say,” Oh yum!”
Grandpas waiting patiently for a slice!
Mama peels the layers on top, like grandma used to do!
The heat of the fire, quickly browns the coat,
After it cools we all get a bite of the delicious goo!
Kneading the dough.
Her face and apron full of flour,
Her hands mixing and pulling like so.
Fruit fillings being made of,
Blueberry, peach, apple and plum.
The filling covers the golden crust,
I just smell the aromas and say,” Oh yum!”
Grandpas waiting patiently for a slice!
Mama peels the layers on top, like grandma used to do!
The heat of the fire, quickly browns the coat,
After it cools we all get a bite of the delicious goo!
Full of Power
Once upon the daylight hour,
I myself sitting, full of power.
Watching all whom dream, from my tower.
Myself waiting that which cower.
As I sat there in the daylight hour.
Three visitors came; a river, a tree and a flower.
I listened and heard the dreams of each cower.
Most interesting was that of the flower.
The tree wished to be taken and dressed in flour.
And hold the delicacy that would soon be to devour.
I picked up my stick of power,
“You are the now to be a table at the bakery of Tom Hower.”
The river wished to move and spray, once a nightly hour.
I said, “You are to be a boiling shower.”
Last, but not least in that daylight hour, came the dream of the flower.
She wished to live in the home of a kind plower.
To sit in the suns rays and get a cool shower,
Yet smell baked bread in the morn covered with flour!
I said your dream has come true, “You are a sweet flower!”
I myself sitting, full of power.
Watching all whom dream, from my tower.
Myself waiting that which cower.
As I sat there in the daylight hour.
Three visitors came; a river, a tree and a flower.
I listened and heard the dreams of each cower.
Most interesting was that of the flower.
The tree wished to be taken and dressed in flour.
And hold the delicacy that would soon be to devour.
I picked up my stick of power,
“You are the now to be a table at the bakery of Tom Hower.”
The river wished to move and spray, once a nightly hour.
I said, “You are to be a boiling shower.”
Last, but not least in that daylight hour, came the dream of the flower.
She wished to live in the home of a kind plower.
To sit in the suns rays and get a cool shower,
Yet smell baked bread in the morn covered with flour!
I said your dream has come true, “You are a sweet flower!”
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