Villa Grande has in many ways symbolized an important, but less than pleasant, part of our history.
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It states, History should be regarded as a means for understanding the past and solving the challenges of the future. It also suggests that this celebration of the end of slavery is an important and enriching part of the history and heritage of the United States.
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History
History strives with history to embark on pleasant news,
Events change the times, as if history is to lose.
poem by Naveed Akram
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An important part of what the state does is preserving its history.
quote by James R. Thompson
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Il Grande Baboomba
Belli come me
Non ne fanno ancora
Cho una cartola
Che fa paura
Dove vai, dove vai
E prestami la faccia dai
Che devo fare brutta figura
E dopo vado a mille allora
Arriva la bomba, oh yeah, il grande baboomba per te
La rumba e la tromba, oh yeah, il grande baboomba per te
Sani come me
Non ne trovi in giro
Cho una calamita
Per la sfiga
Chi e la star di questo show
E prestami la faccia oh
Che devo fare brutta figura
E dopo vado finche dura
Arriva la bomba, oh yeah, il grande baboomba per te
La rumba e la tromba, oh yeah, il grande baboomba per te
E scoppia la bomba, ole, il grande baboomba e con te
E cala la mutanda, ole, il grande baboomba e per te
My baby, mama, leaves in New Orleans
Yeah, Im a boogie man, shes a queen
Sono un fenomeno e sai perche
Tiro cioccolata, molta cioccolata yeah
Its all right, its all right, its all right
Arriva,arriva,arriva,arriva, arriva la bomba,oh yeah,il grande baboomba per te
La rumba e la tromba, oh yeah, il grande baboomba per te
E scoppia la bomba, oh yeah, il grande baboomba e con te
Che rumba e che tromba
Che rumba e che tromba
Che rumba e che tromba
Il grande baboomba
song performed by by Zucchero
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We Affect Forever
We Affect Forever
We are making history, through every day we spend.
We are here, leaving our mark, a mark that will not end.
Others before have left behind this world we now obtain.
Though it’s changed since way back when, the old shall always remain.
History is how we got here, history is who we are.
History is what led to this, yes history is not far.
It remains within our families, its tradition and unchanging ways.
It’s Christmas day, Thanksgiving, its countless nights and days.
History is what you’re becoming; it’s what you are soon to be.
And history never dies; it’s a part of everybody.
We fight to maintain who we are, to maintain who we’ve always been.
And while we fight we know this fight is not easy to win.
Many forget the past, and many never even know,
Many people never hear of how times were long ago.
Those thousands of years before us, are more than just time spent.
They are filled with real people, real feelings, and real places that they went.
The People had different life styles very different from our ways,
But it is true that there is nothing knew under the sun’s golden rays.
Stand proud to be alive, know you affect forever.
Every act that we commit we all commit together.
We are entrusted with this earth; we must love and cherish this life.
We must remember to love our existence lest love becomes our strife.
Yes we are becoming history, through every move we make.
We are here, leaving our mark, a mark ……or perhaps a mistake.
poem by Mary Murphy
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Standards Connected to a Celebrated Ancestry
I'm not one to research the background,
Or the history of a felon or a thief.
However...
The romanticizing of criminals,
Is not my reason to live and breathe.
And although this is overglorified,
As a symbolized way to be.
Why are there laws denouncing these acts?
When they flourish with encouragement,
As witnessed on TV.
I'm not one to research the background,
Or the history of a felon or a thief.
But I do question the morality,
Of those elected to positions...
Who speak self righteously,
In public.
To leech as they please...
As if to reflect standards connected,
To a celebrated ancestry.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The History Teacher
Woman!
Where exactly
Did you put me
In the women's history?
Am I History?
Or a part of it?
And for how long you are lacking me in;
Between
Your History,
Women's History, and
Your archives?
Does time make sense to you
As a History teacher or
As a History professor?
Cause', History, buying time, and rejuvenation
Are for emperors.
Are you making me
An emperor?
Or a Faeroe?
If so,
How precise your are?
And if you can't feel my present presence
how possibility could you feel me through your archives?
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Raising children is an enormously important part of life. I think one of the most important, or the most important, period.
quote by Eric Braeden
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The young widow
Not an apple, stolen and bitten,
Not the wine, sore and spit,
But a Villa, just lived in
And emptied is a widow
She is a refined Villa,
Hence a refined virgin.
A widow is much renowned.
26.05.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Annie
Sur la côte du Texas
Entre Mobile et Galveston il y a
Un grand jardin tout plein de roses
Il contient aussi une villa
Qui est une grande rose
Une femme se promène souvent
Dans le jardin toute seule
Et quand je passe sur la route bordée de tilleuls
Nous nous regardons
Comme cette femme est mennonite
Ses rosiers et ses vêtements n'ont pas de boutons
Il en manque deux à mon veston
La dame et moi suivons le même rite.
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Page of my History
Some laughs some tears
This is it, its what we feared
We are going our separate ways
Things getting easier by the days
You’re now a page of my history
Many days of adventure and fun
But we both know we aren’t the one
The pain eases so very slow
But it’s for the best and we know it
You’re now a page of my history
The not knowing is the mystery
But us being together is history
We will get over the misery
Even though I miss yee
You’re now a page of my history
We gave it our best shot
But it was a game we lost
Our love is lost but never gone
We will find a place to keep it safe
You’re now a page of my history
poem by Stephanie Mcgrath
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I Am Apart Of History
I am apart of history
History lies deep down inside of me
I am like Martin Luther King
Just like him I'm going to let freedom ring
I am like Mary Bethune
Because like Maya Angelou I walk like I got oil wells pumping in my living room
I am apart of history
History is important to me
I am like Charles DREW
Like him I can be a scientist too
I am like Malcolm X
Come on my sisters and brothers we have to stop that
I am like Chainey, Schwenger and Moore
I will get people to vote I will go to every door
I am apart of history
I accept the rights my ancestors gave to me
I am like Jackie Robinson
Lokking in the sky at my home runs
I am like Harriet Tubman
Taking slaves to their freedom land
I am like Medgar Evers
Like him I too can be clever
I am like Barack Obama
Rising above to greatness despite the drama
I am apart of history
History is deep down inside of me
poem by Jeanette Matthews
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We Sing History
History sings, sings what?
Violence? Peace? No.
History sings of truth…
History sings of facts,
which becomes music to our ears.
Like birds chirping
early in the morning.
We learn it. We treasure it.
We sing it… we sing it.
We became part of it.
It was always burning
since the world’s been turning…
History is an endless song.
Distressing, cheerful.
So many cries, so many deaths.
They fought for freedom,
we fight for peace.
Have we won?
Haven’t they heard we won the war
what do they keep on fighting for?
History sings of truth…
History sings of facts,
which becomes music to our ears?
Like stars gleaming
in the dark naked sky.
It’s always there.
So why sing it? Why hear it?
Why learn it? Why treasure it?
Because…
we’re part of it….
poem by Fritzner Erauda
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People in millenniums ahead will know what we were like in the 1930's and the thing that, the important major things that shaped our history at that time. This is as important for historic reasons as any other.
quote by Gordon Parks
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Tales of my past
Don't write me down in history,
In reference to my past deeds,
Works I derived no joy from,
Or mistakes of those years.
Don't write me down in history,
The ages gone show little of what I am,
That part of me is truly done,
My dreams now can say it all.
Don't write me down in history,
The lessons of life flows in my blood,
My blunders are now my teachers,
The scars now my daily pledge.
Don't write me down in history,
I am yet to achieve perfection,
Still I strive for redemption,
Searching the soil for my lost glory,
Don't write me down in history,
The tales of my past I recall,
That was then, this is me,
Woes to your judgment.
poem by Venessa Ambrose
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Black History Month
In January...
There they are making history.
In February...
There they are making history.
In March...
There they are making history.
In April...
There they are making history.
In May...
There they are making history.
In June...
There they are making history.
In July...
There they are making history.
In August...
There they are making history.
In September...
There they are making history.
In October...
There they are making history.
In November...
There they are making history.
In December...
There they are making history.
But...
It's nice to know
The shortest month of the year
Was chosen to celebrate
The great deeds of African-Americans!
However...
It is those LEAP YEARS,
That really have the blacks jumping for joy!
Note: 'Black History Month' along with other
works of interest can be found in...
*'MindPrints from Untouched Places-VOL I'*
~Now available online at a PC near you~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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1,000 Ways Of Your Love
Motives,
Reserved,
A long-held judgement!
But in proximity with each other;
And like 1,000 ways of your love.
The all-important first kisses of love!
Considering your acts and the ways of your life;
And like 1,000 ways of your love,
But try to take a big adventure with the moon.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In Your Own Ways
You are smart in your own ways
you are lovely in your own ways
you are beautiful in your own ways
You smile in your own ways
So crazy in your own ways
The madness of your own ways
such mysterious in your own ways
Those eyes of your own ways
You inspire me in your own ways
You talk in you own ways
you love me in your own ways
You suprise me in your own ways
Your kindness of its own kind
Your love of its own loveliness
your touch of its own comfort
And your kisses of its own sweetness
There is nothing so much worth to
treasure in my own ways than the
sweet memories of your own ways
Your life in your own ways
changes mine in its own way
God must have taken His own time
for sush a creation of its own kind
With everything in its own way
I must live your way.
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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History why do we care
History
a famous person dies
History
a war rages
History
a new invention
History
a building opens
History
what happens if something happens to me
is that history?
no....
So why do we care.....
poem by Andrea Thepoet
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Villa Jovial
On my way to the Villa Jovial,
The Summer Mist Christening-
The grass with dew,
Stood a marble pillar standing,
Proud and erect-
Creating an opening to a:
Most breathtaking view...
The waters looked so inviting,
With backdropp of waves
Tidal flows-
Kissed by the Sweet Golden Arrows-
Shot by Match-Maker-Love-God-Eros-
On the way to the Villa Jovial,
Jupiter influences the ebb and flow,
Incantations of Mystical
Themed spells-
Directing the tourists towards the glow...
Ah, the Mediteranean-
As it meets the Aegean for a dance,
On the way to the Villa Jovial-
In the air, one could just feel, The Romance...
The Romance of the vast blue-deep-
Of Oceans connected by time,
Along the road of forever my love-
Together, kissed, by love most divine...
poem by Theodora Onken
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