Understanding
Oh you mighty oak
from the acorn did you spring.
And so you grew slowly
from so small a thing.
Your magnificent stature
brings to mind
how I can hold you
in an acorn I find.
And the beauty of you
I can hold in my hand.
And maybe that's the way
God has planned
to connect my soul
with an oak so tall
that I'll understand
as in all God's things
I am really not that small.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Food For Thought
The squirrel that finds an acorn,
Does he really know
the power that the acorn has
if let alone to grow?
It grows into a mighty oak
for the squirrel to scamper on,
until the fall arrives once more
when all the leaves are gone.
It's then the powerful acorn
is dug up once again
to repeat the yearly ritual
by our bushy-tailed little friend.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Acorn
An acorn swung
On an oak-tree bough;
So long it had hung,
It would fain fall now
To the kindly earth,
That its germ within
Might burst into birth,
And its life begin.
And the autumn came
With its burning hand,
And each leaf grew a flame,
And each bough a brand.
And a worm came up
And began to eat
Though the hard, dry cup
To the acorn sweet.
And the acorn thought,
“I shall soon see now
The life I have sought,
When I fall from the bough;
For the worm gnaws through
Each tendon slight,
That about me grew,
And bound me tight.”
And with dying day
Came the zephyr’s sound;
And the acorn lay
Next morn on the ground;
But its germ was gone
By the worm’s sharp teeth;
And the ground it had won
Was its grave in death.
poem by Francis William Bourdillon
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The Atheist And The Acorn
Methinks this World is oddly made,
And ev'ry thing's amiss,
A dull presuming Atheist said,
As stretch'd he lay beneath a Shade;
And instanced in this:
Behold, quoth he, that mighty thing,
A Pumpkin, large and round,
Is held but by a little String,
Which upwards cannot make it spring,
Or bear it from the Ground.
Whilst on this Oak, a Fruit so small,
So disproportion'd, grows;
That, who with Sence surveys this All,
This universal Casual Ball,
Its ill Contrivance knows.
My better Judgment wou'd have hung
That Weight upon a Tree,
And left this Mast, thus slightly strung,
'Mongst things which on the Surface sprung,
And small and feeble be.
No more the Caviller cou'd say,
Nor farther Faults descry;
For, as he upwards gazing lay,
An Acorn, loosen'd from the Stay,
Fell down upon his Eye.
Th' offended Part with Tears ran o'er,
As punish'd for the Sin:
Fool! had that Bough a Pumpkin bore,
Thy Whimseys must have work'd no more,
Nor Scull had kept them in.
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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I've been fighting with Acorn, alongside Acorn, on issues you care about, my entire career.
quote by Barack Obama
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Hold On
(written by natalie cole, marvin yancy and kevin yancy)
You know, of all the things in the world Id miss
It would probably be music and love
They say you dont know what youve got til its gone
Thats so true
Even though we still take it for granted
And I used to be like that but not anymore
cause I found out what love really means
Love means happiness and dedication
Love will sometimes bring complications
But you must have faith and a whole lot of trust
Most of all you can never give up just
(hold on, hold on)
Hold on to your good thing, yeah
(hold on, hold on) forget about the small things
(hold on, hold on) do it for love, do it for love
And remember that love is a feeling
But its also an action, yes
Youve got to give sometime
If you want to get back some, well
And when all the kings horses
And even all the kings men
Cant put it together again
That is exactly when youve got to
(hold on, hold on) hold on to what youve got
(hold on, hold on)
Its the little things that mean alot
(hold on, hold on) do it for love, do it for love
In spite of everything, no matter what
Youve got to h-o-l-d on (you gotta hold on)
Hold on, hmm, hmm, hmm, ooh, oh, oh
Youre so hard headed
cause you feel that youre right
Well, tell me how you gonna feel
In the middle of the night
All alone, all alone
I know, I know
It doesnt matter whos right or wrong
If you feel so inclined
To blame that shame on someone else
Ooh, stop and think about it
Point the finger at yourself
Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Hold on to your good thing (hold on)
Forget about the small (hold on) things
(hold on) and hold on
Hold on, oh hold on (hold on)
Real tight in spite of everything
Hold on (hold on)
When you feel like walking out that door
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Are you Doin Alright?
I see you tryin'
To make each day a better day
But the world keeps draggin'
You down along the way
Get up
Get out
Hit the line
Don't be led astray
Don't let the team down
Though your dreams
Slowly slip away
Are ya' doin' alright?
Are ya' doin' ok?
I couldn't help but notice
You're havin' a really bad day
Well, I ain't nobody
I ain't no one to you
But stranger to stranger
I hold my hand out for you
I hold my hand out for you
Spirit grounded
Your wings been cut
You feel so small
But your walkin the streets
With your spine tall
Just trying to keep your head
Above it all
So that you don't fall
Well no need to pretend
You got an ace in your hand
Now find your game
Play it the best that you can
Someone will be there
They are sure to lend a hand
Are ya' doin' alright?
Are ya' doin' ok?
I couldn't help but notice
You're havin' a really bad day
Well, I ain't nobody
I ain't no one to you
But stranger to stranger
I hold my hand out for you
I hold my hand out for you
When your days are done
And it all comes to an end
What will people say
Who will be your friends?
Songs unsung
Hopefully just a few
Don't leave this earth
Feeling wronged and blue
Take it from a stranger
Know this to be true
When you smile
The whole world
Smiles along with you
Are ya' doin' alright?
Are ya' doin' ok?
I couldn't help but notice
You're havin' a really bad day
Well, I ain't nobody
I ain't nobody
I ain't nobody
I ain't no one to you
I still hold my hand out for you
poem by Atty Davis
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Chipmunks Confusion
Chipmunk
Tail held high
Sprints across the street
On the fly -
To get to the other side
His only goal
There to dive
In another hole -
But wait,
Half way across
His small attention span
Gets lost -
The aroma of an acorn
Lingers upon the center line
With just one sweet sniff
He knows what he must find -
Turning
With the street
Several cars
He does meet -
Dodging them all
In and out
Strictly by chance
Blindly following his commanding snout -
Desire rules
Over fear for death's sake
Find the acorn
Whatever it takes -
At length
Circling full around
Back to where he started
In his own abode, under the ground -
Silly
He thinks to self,
That seductive sweet scent
Was the nut, here, on my own home shelf -
... So, back out
Once more he goes
Resuming his daily routine
Of crossing the road -
poem by Smoky Hoss
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September Morn
I watch the World around me
As again I hear nature call
For it is the end of summertime
And the awakening of a beautiful fall.
The leaves have changed their colors
The skies became icy white
My heart becomes exceedingly joyful
At Septembers, beautiful sight.
The rustling wind has turned to cold
The leaves have changed to brown
This moment, I pray to hold
As the leaves fall onto the ground.
The squirrels scurry from their trees
The birds have all flown away
It is another September morning
I feel it with each step that I take.
With a cold wind against my back
I journey to a great tree
To pick up the jewels that she left there
An acorn, and a lonely leaf.
I shiver as I walk
With a leaf and acorn in hand
I watch fall as it arrives around me,
So happy is this man.
I then walk up unto my wife
I present her with the leaf and acorn
So happy I am with this fall,
That I give Her my September morn.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Low Down
Mother; remember I am small
a little over two feet tall
My view from here is limited
the shopping mall a place of dread.
Boots and shoes are all I see
as people rush impatiently.
You have forgotten how it feels
to see only toes and heels.
You hold me firmly by the hand
but I don’t think you understand
Just how it feels to be so small
and dragged around a shopping Mall.
If you ere small and couldn’t see
then you would know what frightens me.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I Am He
I am he,
Spoke the acorn to the tree
Said the flower to the seed
Replied the wind to the breeze
And standing up in awe
Stood an oak tree standing tall
And below his roots did lie
The acorn who did cry
That I am he.
Like the wind who fathers the breeze
Or the flower, who nourishes the seed
To grow up and be like he
I am he.
I am he said the father to the sky
And the stars in the night
To his son that he held
To become like himself
And I am he.
I am he
Said the raven to its young
And the bear to its cub
And the wind to the breeze
That I am he.
And looking up in belief
Lied an acorn from a tree
From which that it had fallen
Knowing he had been calling’
To be like he.
So, I am he
Like the father is the child
And the flower is the seed
The raindropp to the sea
I am he!
And he is me
Replied the oak tree to the seed.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Poppies
Seeing poppies growing in the wild,
Takes me back to when I was a child.
We’d often go for walks on a Sunday,
And often spot poppies along the way.
My dad’s hand I would tightly hold,
As I spied the poppies bright and bold.
Because I was young and very small,
The poppies seemed to be so very tall.
There was a field full of them, which I adored.
By their appearance, I never ever grew bored.
The large field where the poppies once grew,
Soon made way for a factory, shiny and new.
True to say, it was only empty waste ground,
But it was our little haven, which we found.
I think they should have left the field alone,
So as, through it, other people could still roam.
I know everyone nowadays talks about progress,
But there are times, when it’s not always for the best.
When they cleared that large patch of waste land,
That stunning view became something very bland.
To me, they are a flower which brings much cheer,
As they remind me of times, which I hold so dear.
Now, when I spot poppies growing here and there,
They remind me of the days, when I had little care.
That riot of colour. That sea of red:
That vision is still there in my head.
I can still picture it in my mind’s eye,
And recall those days of times gone by.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Hold Me
Written by christine mcvie and robbie patton.
Can you understand me
Baby, dont you hand me a line
Although it doesnt matter
You and me got plenty of time
Theres nobody in the future
So baby let me hand you my love
Theres no step for you to dance to
So slip your hand inside of my glove
Hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me
I dont want no damage
But howm I gonna manage with you
You hold the percentage
But Im the fool payin the dues
Im just around the corner
If you got a minute to spare
Ill be waitin for you
If you ever wanna be there
Hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Because Im a Girl
Hold me as flowers from spring
Try to listen what my heart says
sing to me the songs of the stars.
Just like a song here in my heart
because I am a girl hard to understand
Talked to me with all sweetness
and brings all of your kindness.
For all the truth that never changes
For all the love that never been faded
Because I’m a girl to be love in return
Cheer me up when I am broken
Make me laugh when I feel down
Wipe my tears as the tears subside.
Hold my hand and I will feel fine
Because I’m a girl with a fragile heart
When all my dreams are faded
Show to me the beauty of the world
Brings to me the happiness I can’t find
And comfort me through all my madness
Because I’m a girl to love is everything…..
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Small Soul
Small soul’s alone in the night
It’s small
But it’s still a soul
The tiny light
That shines in the dark
Small soul glows dim in the fight
It’s small
But it’s really a soul
Though it looks weak
It’s struggling inside
Small soul keeps attracting my heart
It’s small
But it’s a beautiful soul
It may easily disappear
But it could also grow stronger
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Acorn
The seed has started,—who can stay it? see,
The leaves are sprouting high above the ground;
Already o'er the flowers, its head; the tree
That rose beside it and that on it frowned,
Behold! is but a small bush by its side.
Still on! it cannot stop; its branches spread;
It looks o'er all the earth in giant pride.
The nations find upon its limbs their bread,
Its boughs their millions shelter from the heat,
Beneath its shade see kindreds, tongues, and all
That the wide world contains, they all retreat
Beneath the shelter of that acorn small
That late thou flung away; 'twas the best gift
That heaven e'er gave;—its head the low shall lift.
poem by Jones Very
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A Question
O bird with heart of wassail,
That toss the Bacchic branch,
And slip your shaken music,
An elfin avalanche;
Come tell me, O tell me,
My poet of the blue!
What's YOUR thought of me, Sweet?--
Here's MY thought of you.
A small thing, a wee thing,
A brown fleck of nought;
With winging and singing
That who could have thought?
A small thing, a wee thing,
A brown amaze withal,
That fly a pitch more azure
Because you're so small.
Bird, I'm a small thing--
My angel descries;
With winging and singing
That who could surmise?
Ah, small things, ah, wee things,
Are the poets all,
Whose tour's the more azure
Because they're so small.
The angels hang watching
The tiny men-things:-
'The dear speck of flesh, see,
With such daring wings!
'Come, tell us, O tell us,
Thou strange mortality!
What's THY thought of us, Dear?--
Here's OUR thought of thee.'
'Alack! you tall angels,
I can't think so high!
I can't think what it feels like
Not to be I.'
Come tell me, O tell me,
My poet of the blue!
What's YOUR thought of me, Sweet?--
Here's MY thought of you.
poem by Francis Thompson
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One Year ago—jots what?
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One Year ago—jots what?
God—spell the word! I—can't—
Was't Grace? Not that—
Was't Glory? That—will do—
Spell slower—Glory—
Such Anniversary shall be—
Sometimes—not often—in Eternity—
When farther Parted, than the Common Woe—
Look—feed upon each other's faces—so—
In doubtful meal, if it be possible
Their Banquet's true—
I tasted—careless—then—
I did not know the Wine
Came once a World—Did you?
Oh, had you told me so—
This Thirst would blister—easier—now—
You said it hurt you—most—
Mine—was an Acorn's Breast—
And could not know how fondness grew
In Shaggier Vest—
Perhaps—I couldn't—
But, had you looked in—
A Giant—eye to eye with you, had been—
No Acorn—then—
So—Twelve months ago—
We breathed—
Then dropped the Air—
Which bore it best?
Was this—the patientest—
Because it was a Child, you know—
And could not value—Air?
If to be "Elder"—mean most pain—
I'm old enough, today, I'm certain—then—
As old as thee—how soon?
One—Birthday more—or Ten?
Let me—choose!
Ah, Sir, None!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Cock Of Nothing (Demo)
Hold me up, I cannot stand
I am nothing, I'm your man
Feel like blur, I know you can
I am nothing, I'm your man
Hold me up, I hold you down
And you'll be thankful you have found a man
Like me
If I'm bad, you'll smack my hand
Little baby, little man
40 pounder in the sand
Cock of nothing, I'm your man
Hold me up, I hold you down
And you'll be thankful you have found a man, like me
Oh no, here I go
See I can't connect if I can't controll
And see I can't release, no I can't let go
And I can't let you go
Hold me up, I hold you down
And you'll be thankful you have found a man
Like me...
Like me...
Like me
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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A Room For Everything
Oooooh...
You were looking away from me
Western skies calling you
Colors spilling, running, dazzling you
I was looking the other way
Voices call from the east
I saw my roots of the trees there, planted at my feet
It could be Im searching
For a place so small
With room for everything
Where worlds on worlds revolve
But how can we wait?
I wouldnt hold you
No, I wouldnt hold you
I wouldnt hold you back
Suppose I was the clever one
And words came easy to me
I could say I was writing a song
About you, you and me
Maybe that verse is yet to be found
But waits inside of me
A secret room, a tangled web
To unweave
It could be Im searching
For a place so small
With room for everything
Where worlds on worlds revolve
But how can we wait
Knowing our way
How can we hold on
Still, you know its not too late
I wouldnt hold you
No, I wouldnt hold you
I wouldnt hold you back
I wouldnt hold you
No, I wouldnt hold you
I wouldnt hold you back
I wouldnt hold you
No, I wouldnt hold you
I wouldnt hold you back
I wouldnt hold you
No, I wouldnt hold you
I wouldnt hold you back
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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