by George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in their purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when the summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the fow as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved--and forever grew still!
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail;
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melt like snow in the glance of the Lord!
April 15, 2010
April 14, 2010
Drama
Why is it that drama follows me whereever I go? I mean, I'm not the type that likes to cause drama, and I rarely do, but it always seems to keep comin around, and I'm gettin sick of it. I'm always the one who gets dragged right into the middle of it all, and I have a knack for fixing it, so I do... But, I get tired of fixing it all. I don't mind fixing stuff, because that's what I'm good at, but when it starts to include my feelings I begin to lose the fight.
I want to please the majority, but the minority has good reasons for doing what they're doing. There's not much of a middle ground here, but I feel bad for going the way I'm currently going. And the worst part of it all is that, if I had stood up to the group and told them no when I had that gut feeling to say no, none of this would have happened.
This is life though I guess... I guess I better think some more.
I want to please the majority, but the minority has good reasons for doing what they're doing. There's not much of a middle ground here, but I feel bad for going the way I'm currently going. And the worst part of it all is that, if I had stood up to the group and told them no when I had that gut feeling to say no, none of this would have happened.
This is life though I guess... I guess I better think some more.
The Jumblies
by Edward Lear
They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they went to sea:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On winter's morn, on a stormy day,
In a Sieve they went to sea!
And when the Sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, 'You'll all be drowned!'
They called aloud, 'Our Sieve ain't big,
But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!
In a Sieve we'll go to sea!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they sailed so fast,
With only a beautiful pea-green veil
Tied with a riband by the way of a sail,
To a small tobacco-pipe mast;
And everyone said, who saw them go,
'O won't they be soon upset, you know!
For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,
And happen what may, it's extremely wrong
In a Sieve to sail so fast!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
The water it soon came in, it did,
The water is soon came in;
So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
In a pinky paper all folded neat,
And they fastened it down with a pin.
And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,
And each of them said, 'How wise we are!
Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,
While round in our Sieve we spin!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
And all night long they sailed away;
And when the sun went down,
They whistled and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
In the shade of the mountains brown.
'O Timballo! How happy we are,
When we live in a Sieve and crockery-jar,
And all night long in the moonlight pale,
We sail away with a pale-green sail,
In the shade of the mountains brown!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,
To a land all covered with trees,
And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,
And a hive of silvery Bees.
And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,
And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,
And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
And no end of Stilton Cheese.
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
And in twenty years they all came back,
In twenty years or more,
And everyone said, 'How tall they've grown!
For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
And they drank their health, and gave them a feast
Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
And everyone said, 'If we only live,
We too will go to sea in a Sieve,---
To the hills of Chankly Bore!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they went to sea:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On winter's morn, on a stormy day,
In a Sieve they went to sea!
And when the Sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, 'You'll all be drowned!'
They called aloud, 'Our Sieve ain't big,
But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!
In a Sieve we'll go to sea!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they sailed so fast,
With only a beautiful pea-green veil
Tied with a riband by the way of a sail,
To a small tobacco-pipe mast;
And everyone said, who saw them go,
'O won't they be soon upset, you know!
For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,
And happen what may, it's extremely wrong
In a Sieve to sail so fast!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
The water it soon came in, it did,
The water is soon came in;
So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
In a pinky paper all folded neat,
And they fastened it down with a pin.
And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,
And each of them said, 'How wise we are!
Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,
While round in our Sieve we spin!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
And all night long they sailed away;
And when the sun went down,
They whistled and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
In the shade of the mountains brown.
'O Timballo! How happy we are,
When we live in a Sieve and crockery-jar,
And all night long in the moonlight pale,
We sail away with a pale-green sail,
In the shade of the mountains brown!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,
To a land all covered with trees,
And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,
And a hive of silvery Bees.
And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,
And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,
And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
And no end of Stilton Cheese.
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
And in twenty years they all came back,
In twenty years or more,
And everyone said, 'How tall they've grown!
For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
And they drank their health, and gave them a feast
Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
And everyone said, 'If we only live,
We too will go to sea in a Sieve,---
To the hills of Chankly Bore!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
April 11, 2010
Ars Poetica
by Archibald Macleish
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown--
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown--
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.
*
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs,
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind--
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs.
*
A poem should be equal to:
Not true.
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf.
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea--
A poem should not mean
But be.
April 9, 2010
Blah....
Well, as long as I can remember, Harry Potter has always been an issue with parents across the nation and even around the world... I randomly found this site that contains a bunch of "articles" (more like essays of sorts) that give various opinions, pros, and cons of the popular series.
http://www.cbn.com/special/harrypotter/
Check it out if you have some stipulations about this wizard kid and his friends' adventures at Hogwarts. Comment and tell me what you think about the whole thing if the notion strikes you.
http://www.cbn.com/special/harrypotter/
Check it out if you have some stipulations about this wizard kid and his friends' adventures at Hogwarts. Comment and tell me what you think about the whole thing if the notion strikes you.
April 8, 2010
Prom
Well, it's that time of year again folks, the time when all the boys ask the girls to prom and all the girls buy those big pretty dresses that cost way too much.
Yeah, but my dress was pretty cheap, I'd say. Do you think $5 is too expensive for a prom dress? I sure as heck don't! Yeah, I'm an avid thrift and consignment store shopper, that is, whenever I can actually get someone to drive me there, haha.
Well, prom this year ought to be pretty epic. It's senior year, and I can't wait to hit that dance floor and totally look like an idiotic freak trying to bust some moves out there. But ya know what? I am totally gonna give it my all, and maybe, just maybe, I'll look like I'm supposed to be dancing, not randomly moving limbs and hips... Either way, I'll rock that prom with all my best buds around me, and hopefully, it will be a night none of us will ever forget... in a good way.
Yeah, but my dress was pretty cheap, I'd say. Do you think $5 is too expensive for a prom dress? I sure as heck don't! Yeah, I'm an avid thrift and consignment store shopper, that is, whenever I can actually get someone to drive me there, haha.
Well, prom this year ought to be pretty epic. It's senior year, and I can't wait to hit that dance floor and totally look like an idiotic freak trying to bust some moves out there. But ya know what? I am totally gonna give it my all, and maybe, just maybe, I'll look like I'm supposed to be dancing, not randomly moving limbs and hips... Either way, I'll rock that prom with all my best buds around me, and hopefully, it will be a night none of us will ever forget... in a good way.
Random Funny Joke
So I heard this joke on the radio a while ago, and I thought it was pretty funny.
Why do seagulls fly over the sea?
... Because if they flew over the bay, they'd be called bagels! ;P
Why do seagulls fly over the sea?
... Because if they flew over the bay, they'd be called bagels! ;P
NINJA PAWA!
haha don't even ask...
but if you must know, someone called me a ninja just now so i said "ninja pawa," and it was funny lol
yeah, i know i'm strange... it's all good though :)
but if you must know, someone called me a ninja just now so i said "ninja pawa," and it was funny lol
yeah, i know i'm strange... it's all good though :)
The Red Wheelbarrow
by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
April 5, 2010
Decisions, decisions...
There's always those moments in my life when I realize that everything is going the way it should be and all seems to be right in the universe. Then, as if the gods of chaos heard my thoughts, all manner of hell-ish things break loose, and I wonder what on earth happened to my semi-perfect world, where the grass was green, the sky was blue, and you had me and I had you sort of thing.
Life seems to work that way. Just when you think that you are doing really well and just when you believe that nothing, and I mean nothing, could bring you down or make your life miserable, a plethora of things seem to become issues at once. My life seemed to be going well a few months ago, I had a steady boyfriend who I loved to be around and who loved to be around me, I never had a boring weekend, my mother liked the guy I was with, my other family seemed to be doing well, etc.
Then, right after our Christmas break from school, I felt a disturbance in the Force.... My boyfriend dumped me because he thought he wasn't good enough basically; my mom was totally upset that he broke up with me and blamed me for a lot of it; my other family seemed a tad insensitive but were otherwise a bit supportive; I thought that I had handled the whole situation well, but in reality, I had entered a long period of depression; my grades began to drop drastically; and homework was overwhelming, especially since all I ever wanted to do was sit and stare at the wall and the floor in my room. I was drowning... fast. [The post on depression is related to this period of my life.]
After my depression session, I could finally see clearly enough to want to get my life put back together and work to make my life what I wanted it to be. I'd finally breached the surface, and the air had never tasted sweeter. [As a side note, I gotta tell ya, you have never experienced the ultimate happiness until you've experienced the ultimate deepest darkest pits of despair and misery.] Picking up where I had left life, I began to put my heart back together, which unfortunately will never be a complete job, since part of it was left in others' hands, but that's a different story.
When the light at the end of the tunnel began to seem really close, I became happy again like I used to be, but of course life always has to throw some stuff at you, and a friend called, leaving me at another crossroad in my life. To date or not to date? Yeah he loves me, but do I love him? Am I willing to give him a second chance? Am I ready to try love again? I guess this is all pretty soppy, but it's life.
Life seems to work that way. Just when you think that you are doing really well and just when you believe that nothing, and I mean nothing, could bring you down or make your life miserable, a plethora of things seem to become issues at once. My life seemed to be going well a few months ago, I had a steady boyfriend who I loved to be around and who loved to be around me, I never had a boring weekend, my mother liked the guy I was with, my other family seemed to be doing well, etc.
Then, right after our Christmas break from school, I felt a disturbance in the Force.... My boyfriend dumped me because he thought he wasn't good enough basically; my mom was totally upset that he broke up with me and blamed me for a lot of it; my other family seemed a tad insensitive but were otherwise a bit supportive; I thought that I had handled the whole situation well, but in reality, I had entered a long period of depression; my grades began to drop drastically; and homework was overwhelming, especially since all I ever wanted to do was sit and stare at the wall and the floor in my room. I was drowning... fast. [The post on depression is related to this period of my life.]
After my depression session, I could finally see clearly enough to want to get my life put back together and work to make my life what I wanted it to be. I'd finally breached the surface, and the air had never tasted sweeter. [As a side note, I gotta tell ya, you have never experienced the ultimate happiness until you've experienced the ultimate deepest darkest pits of despair and misery.] Picking up where I had left life, I began to put my heart back together, which unfortunately will never be a complete job, since part of it was left in others' hands, but that's a different story.
When the light at the end of the tunnel began to seem really close, I became happy again like I used to be, but of course life always has to throw some stuff at you, and a friend called, leaving me at another crossroad in my life. To date or not to date? Yeah he loves me, but do I love him? Am I willing to give him a second chance? Am I ready to try love again? I guess this is all pretty soppy, but it's life.
April 3, 2010
Super!
So, I have but one question for my readers... which so far equals zero... Anyway, the question.
If you could have one super power, what would it be and why would you want it?
If you could have one super power, what would it be and why would you want it?
Dulce et Decorum Est
by Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
The last two lines of this poem contain a Latin quotation from Horace, a Roman poet. They mean, "It is sweet and becoming to die for one's country."
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
The last two lines of this poem contain a Latin quotation from Horace, a Roman poet. They mean, "It is sweet and becoming to die for one's country."
Procrastination... yay homework...
Ya just gotta love those last few days of a break from school when you realize that over the entire break all you did was chillax... Granted, the chillaxing was amazing, but in all honesty, I thought that I would have plenty of time to get it done, yet the week and a half of spring break just flew by without telling me that I was running out of time.
I'm glad I caught up on some seriously needed sleep, but the homework load I'm going to have to carry for the next day and a half is going to be fun... horray.... yay me.
Yup, it's definitely something I should work on, but I find it so much easier to work under pressure, yet I fear that this method of madness is going to hurt me big time some day. Yet, I continue to do it because I don't like doing things right when I get them, I like getting them done when the heat is on and it's a now-or-never type thing. I guess the best idea would be to learn to not procrastinate, but I honestly like waiting. Yeah, it is a bad thing, I know. I guess I'll work on that... later. [Haha just kidding :) ]
I'm glad I caught up on some seriously needed sleep, but the homework load I'm going to have to carry for the next day and a half is going to be fun... horray.... yay me.
Yup, it's definitely something I should work on, but I find it so much easier to work under pressure, yet I fear that this method of madness is going to hurt me big time some day. Yet, I continue to do it because I don't like doing things right when I get them, I like getting them done when the heat is on and it's a now-or-never type thing. I guess the best idea would be to learn to not procrastinate, but I honestly like waiting. Yeah, it is a bad thing, I know. I guess I'll work on that... later. [Haha just kidding :) ]
April 1, 2010
Hero
I always found it interesting that a lot of articles written about people include who the person's hero is. As a child I never had a hero, really. Of course, I looked to my dad as a sort of hero, but I never felt the gravity of what having a hero really meant until I entered the pre-teen and teen years. When I really gave it some thought, I couldn't think of anyone that I looked to as a role model or someone I thought was cool enough to follow in their footsteps.
All of that thinking made me think of what a hero was made of. Could I possibly be a hero to someone? Did I have what it takes to be a hero? But, of course, that led me back to square one: what are the qualities of a hero, exactly?
I guess I never figured it out or I just set my "hero" standards too high because I still didn't have a hero for the longest time. Then, I was sitting in a U.S. government class that I am a teacher's aide in. Our teacher was talking about the town he grew up in and the people he grew up around, and he told how the people helped each other whenever someone needed it; it was just something you did without thinking about it.
When he described his father, he had my full attention. His father would cut a bunch of logs into firewood and leave it at the start of the road that led to his property for anyone to use if they ever needed it. This just made me respect the guy a lot. And then, while the teacher moved on, I sat there thinking about his dad, and I had this desire to be like him in the way that he helped people, without any thought given to his finacial situation or anything. He just simply helped, in any way he could, no matter how rich or poor he happened to be at the time. He was my hero...
Heroes are people with qualities that we desire to have. They can be shallow qualities or character traits that make them special, but either way, we have that desire to be like them in a way, whether we actually do something to change ourselves or not...
I'd love to be someone's hero someday. That would be an amazing honor. Hopefully, I will have the qualities that someone is looking for in a hero someday, but until then, I will continue to learn and strive to be the best individual I can possibly be.
All of that thinking made me think of what a hero was made of. Could I possibly be a hero to someone? Did I have what it takes to be a hero? But, of course, that led me back to square one: what are the qualities of a hero, exactly?
I guess I never figured it out or I just set my "hero" standards too high because I still didn't have a hero for the longest time. Then, I was sitting in a U.S. government class that I am a teacher's aide in. Our teacher was talking about the town he grew up in and the people he grew up around, and he told how the people helped each other whenever someone needed it; it was just something you did without thinking about it.
When he described his father, he had my full attention. His father would cut a bunch of logs into firewood and leave it at the start of the road that led to his property for anyone to use if they ever needed it. This just made me respect the guy a lot. And then, while the teacher moved on, I sat there thinking about his dad, and I had this desire to be like him in the way that he helped people, without any thought given to his finacial situation or anything. He just simply helped, in any way he could, no matter how rich or poor he happened to be at the time. He was my hero...
Heroes are people with qualities that we desire to have. They can be shallow qualities or character traits that make them special, but either way, we have that desire to be like them in a way, whether we actually do something to change ourselves or not...
I'd love to be someone's hero someday. That would be an amazing honor. Hopefully, I will have the qualities that someone is looking for in a hero someday, but until then, I will continue to learn and strive to be the best individual I can possibly be.
Why??
by Tia Alsleben
Why is the sky pink on Mars?
Why on earth do people shop at bizarres?
Why is grass green?
Why do some people not like to be seen?
Why do people say one thing and do another?
Why can't we all just love each other?
Why do formal dinners have so many forks?
Why do I often get classified as one of the dorks?
Why are the lines to the girls' bathrooms always so long?
Why, oh why, does the radio often not play any good songs?
Why do athletes get paid to run around?
Why does this phone make that horrible sound?
Why do people have cell phones if they always leave them at home?
Why do we call a rounded roof a dome?
Why are Asians so good at math?
Why did the author name that book The Grapes of Wrath?
Why do black people get so much crap?
Why on earth did anyone invent rap?
Why is the sky blue?
Why do stupid people do what stupid people do?
Why isn't the world like a cube not a sphere?
Why can't my cell phone get service right here?
Why is W an upside down M?
Why is there brail on the drive-thru ATM?
Why is a parkway something you drive on?
Why does there have to be a difference between a potsticker and a wonton?
Why do bats sleep upside-down?
Why is it called a dress, not a gown?
Why do minutes in a waiting room take so dang long?
Why do some people still call flip-flops thongs?
Why can't I buy white out at the store?
Why do little kids always shout "MORE! MORE!"?
Why do I have to be that tall to ride the roller coaster?
Why do a lot of Sci-Fi movies make communicators out of toasters?
Why do people assume that tiny Asians are ninjas?
Why is that on your birthday everyone wants to pinch ya?
Why do socks get lost in the dryer?
Why is it that people believe the lies, but when they hear truth they yell, "Liar!"?
Why does this poem keep going on stanza after stanza?
Why did they call that old show Bonanza?
Why does love have to hurt so much?
Why do they call people from the Netherlands the Dutch?
So, why on earth did I write this poem?
Why is it that, when you do something for someone, you suddenly owe them?
Why is there sickness, poverty, and death?
Why do people do a drug called meth?
Why do people lie, murder, and steal?
Why is it that we can help all these countries around the world, but there are American children jf;asjdfgoing without meals?
I guess there's but a few things left for me to convey...
Why don't you get out there and share some love with the people you see everyday?
Why is the sky pink on Mars?
Why on earth do people shop at bizarres?
Why is grass green?
Why do some people not like to be seen?
Why do people say one thing and do another?
Why can't we all just love each other?
Why do formal dinners have so many forks?
Why do I often get classified as one of the dorks?
Why are the lines to the girls' bathrooms always so long?
Why, oh why, does the radio often not play any good songs?
Why do athletes get paid to run around?
Why does this phone make that horrible sound?
Why do people have cell phones if they always leave them at home?
Why do we call a rounded roof a dome?
Why are Asians so good at math?
Why did the author name that book The Grapes of Wrath?
Why do black people get so much crap?
Why on earth did anyone invent rap?
Why is the sky blue?
Why do stupid people do what stupid people do?
Why isn't the world like a cube not a sphere?
Why can't my cell phone get service right here?
Why is W an upside down M?
Why is there brail on the drive-thru ATM?
Why is a parkway something you drive on?
Why does there have to be a difference between a potsticker and a wonton?
Why do bats sleep upside-down?
Why is it called a dress, not a gown?
Why do minutes in a waiting room take so dang long?
Why do some people still call flip-flops thongs?
Why can't I buy white out at the store?
Why do little kids always shout "MORE! MORE!"?
Why do I have to be that tall to ride the roller coaster?
Why do a lot of Sci-Fi movies make communicators out of toasters?
Why do people assume that tiny Asians are ninjas?
Why is that on your birthday everyone wants to pinch ya?
Why do socks get lost in the dryer?
Why is it that people believe the lies, but when they hear truth they yell, "Liar!"?
Why does this poem keep going on stanza after stanza?
Why did they call that old show Bonanza?
Why does love have to hurt so much?
Why do they call people from the Netherlands the Dutch?
So, why on earth did I write this poem?
Why is it that, when you do something for someone, you suddenly owe them?
Why is there sickness, poverty, and death?
Why do people do a drug called meth?
Why do people lie, murder, and steal?
Why is it that we can help all these countries around the world, but there are American children jf;asjdfgoing without meals?
I guess there's but a few things left for me to convey...
Why is it that people don't think through what they say?
There is one final question I have for you today.Why don't you get out there and share some love with the people you see everyday?
The Eagle
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun on lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun on lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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