Celebration Of Being
A thirteen-year old heroine complains
her mother suddenly seems just gross
and embarrassing; I realised everything
seemed embarrassing to me right from
the start of my life as if I was tainted with
the low EQ - emotional quotient - of an
adolescent and am still the same today
Embarrassment about my parents and
siblings never changed; should one try
to grow up emotionally - impossible, as
one youngster sings High school never
ends, we all still compete for the same
things and fight the same bullies; some
people are wise like my colleague Hanlie
But I remain caught up in the emotional
conundrums of the past and the only way
to move forward is to concentrate on my
partner and kids where fun and laughter
change life into a celebration of being
Lois Lowry - Anastasia, Ask your Analyst
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Kids That Changed My Life
when you are walking down the street or
in your highschool or college
or just driving to work and see a disabled person
wheelchair or not
don't feel sorry or petty them cause
they would not change or take away there disability
because it has made who they are today
but when you are thinking about having your own kids
here are some interesting facts
one in one hundred fifty kids are born with some type of Autism
one in one hundred eighty have one of the four types of c Palsy
one in one thousand have Down Syndrome
you have a 10% chance in having a disabled kid
even if you nor your partner have a disability
scary?
I don't think so
my life was changed by
one of those “disabled” kids
Sarah Carter
she is one of the smartest people I know
and funniest
I have ever met in my life
I would have never known getting to know
Sarah and the other students in the class
would have change my life or
because of Sarah and the other students
I had found my destiny
getting to know them was the best decision I will ever make
they have made me believe
that the most amazing people that you’ll find in the oddest places
or when you don’t expect
when I grow up I want to have a big family and
within that family I want a physically disabled child of my own
because the most powerful people are the ones that have to fight for life
those kids that were all my age
have shown me that being disabled can be a good thing or a bad thing
in all depends all on how you look at it
so thank you Sarah thank you Monica thank you Kurtis
thank you Kelsey thank you Anna-Karen thank you Cris
thank you Violet thank you Jasmin thank you Robert
and thank you to all the staff that made the classroom
that the kids that changed my life to go to school
because with out you
my life would still be at a dead end
and I wouldn’t have discovered that kids my own age
could change my life
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Other Qs can improve I.Qs.
Intelligence Quotient:
How able you are
in learning and retaining.
Emotional Quotient:
How aware you are
of your and others’ feelings.
Persistent Quotient:
How stable you are
to stick to the goal you donned.
Spiritual Quotient:
How strong you are
to harmonize your body and mind.
IQ. is stationary
While others are variable.
The rulers and the leaders
Are not the high I. Q. cadres, mind.
22.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Past - Present Day - Future.
Baby - Past
You are smallest & the most cutest baby in the world.
You are fragile, perfect than you could ever imagine.
You are now independent by taking your first steps.
You are growing, speaking, walking & talking.
Child - Past
You start school, you are shy.
You make friends.
You share with your friends.
You have your first sleepover with your friends.
Teenager - Present
You start High School/Secondary School.
You lose old friends and gain new friends.
You go though change.
You move house.
You learn to drive.
You own a car.
You become sexually active.
You have your first girlfriend.
You have your first break up.
You have your first drink.
You have your first cigarette.
Adult Hood - Future.
You move out and become independent.
You have a job.
You settle down.
You travel the world.
You become successful.
You teach your children how you were tout by your own parents.
You have to let go of your children and let them go though life just like I have described in the poem.
Retirement - Future.
You grow old with your partner.
You become old and weak.
You have your children family member by your side.
You finale leave this earth and see heaven for what it really is.
Because who know what happened's after death you could live this over and over again.
poem by Billy AstonWright
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A Benchmark Shock
Today a benchmark shock in self-discovery
a colleague explained she read everything
on a subject she does not understand when
she has to translate a new text on it - feeling
terribly guilty I realised I cannot force myself
to do that, trying to overcome violent distaste
in anything that holds no appeal simply ends
in me being ill
I should have become a nun with my interest
in spiritual matters, by this time I would have
been feeling totally sinful, dead or locked up
in a hospital for the mentally ill, thus the world
would have been spared my presence and I
would have been enjoying my justly earned
suffering for multiple shortcomings - now I
am an anchor, a provider
Sending kids to college, gathering for pension
funds, I may not admit how much I detest trying
to do things in which I cannot excel - lacking the
emotional stability to do things for financial in-
crease - only able to survive in between texts
by reading fairytales and enacting them in my
life - if it were possible to volunteer for early
death due to guilt feelings
I would have been the first one on the list
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Highschool Friendships
High school friendships rarely last
Eventually school becomes a blurry past
As we get caught up in our lives
Forget to be good husbands and wives
Constantly working to pay bills and taxes
No one stops and relaxes
Kids are ignored by busy parents
Who always get in arguments
As we move along its work, eat, sleep
We all continue weather happy or sad
And sometimes we miss the high school friends we had
poem by Breanna Verkon
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Sometimes
Sometime my feeling simply hurt some much. I am just in some much emotional pain. So very much. It is hard to say. What is it, it is. I will tell you at times I, hate such emotional irrigate people.
What want to be free from the hang-ups up of the past, to be free of the pain of the misunderstanding and be free to love my life un-bogged down with all of this emotional pain, weight at time.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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My parents are older, and they lead a somewhat sheltered life. It was difficult to talk with them about things that were embarrassing to me, and that I had never spoken to them about.
quote by Anita Hill
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Emotional Love
I woke up today
Everything is on my shoulders
I never told her
Such emotional love
I hear what you say
Yes I owe ya
But I dont know ya
And I smash soldiers with love
Ill come there today
To your station
Its recreation
This passing notion of love
I hear what you say
Its demonstration
Crossing oceans above
Crossing oceans above
Hand on my shoulder
Like I told her
I control ya
Crossing oceans above
Sally in the roses
What she knows is
Such emotional love
Such emotional love
Such emotional love
Such emotional love
Such emotional love
Such emotional love
Not for beginners
Or sunday sinners
Court disasters
A. j. just killed his love
Whos on the left and right
Lonely days and nights
Whos your master
When gods pass motions above
I hear what you play
On your station
Smashing soldiers with love
Crossing oceans above
Such emotional love
Such emotional love
Such emotional love
Such emotional love
I woke up today
Everything is on my shoulders
I never told her
Such emotional love
I hear what you say
Yes I owe ya
But I dont know ya
And I smash soldiers with love
Ill come there today
To your station
Its recreation
This passing notion of love
Is crossing oceans above
Such emotional love
Such emotional love
(repeats 7 more times)
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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People Die, Life Goes On
I am a normal man,
I’ve been to more funerals than I can count,
Parents, Siblings, Friends, Co-Workers,
People die, life goes on
It’s different when the person is close to you,
Emotionally and Spiritually,
You feel like your life has ended,
People die, life goes on
Sometimes there isn’t a reason,
Sometimes people just die,
Heart attacks, strokes or even old age,
People die, life goes on
One thing I have realized is that,
Grieving doesn’t bring someone back,
The soul will always live on,
People die, life goes on
poem by Thomas Vaudin
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Biased Answers
Probe your deepest feelings
To make an emotional connection
To form a meaningful picture
Of the world around you
And create your own happiness
To move past pain and hurt
Without a doubt
Don't let nagging feelings
Of isolation and loss
Hold you back from smiling
Or springing to life
Get hold of missed opportunities
And know that
There are no easy answers
Or emotional responses
Minute by minute
So don't give biased answers
Or misinterpret your difficulties
Just watch out
And move forward to nurture happiness
For there is so much out there to know..............
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Emotional Highway
Heard youre up to no good
Doin everything I never would
Shakes me up
Brings me down
Puts my world six feet underground
Well I need to know whats going on
Before I lose my mind
If I catch you with her I dont know what Ill do
When I get home what will I find
Whoa emotional highway
Driving all night and day through the pouring rain
Ive heard a rumor now
Ive got to find out for myself
If my babys giving his heart to someone else
Well my minds playing tricks
To think of you and her just makes me sick
Every mile that I go
I keep praying I dont lose control
Well the road is long and conditions are bad
And all I think about is you
I dont have time to wait in line
Move over mister
Ive gotta get through
Whoa emotional highway
Driving all night and day through the pouring rain
Ive heard a rumor now
Ive got to find out for myself
If my babys getting it on with someone else
Emotional highway
Emotional highway
Emotional highway, emotional, emotional, emotional
Baby baby I know that were two of a kind
Thats why Ive got suspicion on my mind
Whoa emotional highway
Driving all night and day through the pouring rain
Ive heard a rumor now
Ive got to find out for myself
If my babys me up for someone else
Emotional highway
Emotional highway
Emotional highway, emotional, emotional, emotional
Got to get back, get back to my baby
Emotional highway
Emotional highway
Emotional highway, emotional, emotional, emotional
Got to get back, get back to my baby
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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I got caught kissing. Like by my parents. It was so horrible. It's so embarrassing, I'm blushing.
quote by Katie Holmes
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Through
Is that enough?
I think it's over
See, everything has changed
And all this hatred may just make me strong enough
To walk away
They may chase me to the ends of the earth
But I've got you babe
And they may strip me of the things that I've worked for
But I've had my say
So hear me now
I've enough of these chains
I know they're of my making
No one else to blame for where I stand today
I've no memory of truth
But suddenly the audience is so cruel
So God, hey God you know why I'm through
Through
I guess it's tough, I guess I'm older
And everything must change
But all this cruelty and money instead of love
People, have we no shame?
They may chase me to the ends of the earth
But I've got you babe
And they may take away the things that I've worked for
But you'll pull me through
It's so clear to me now
I've enough of these chains
Life is there for the taking
What kind of fool would remain in this cheap gilded cage
I've no memory of truth
But suddenly the audience is so cruel
Oh God, I'm sorry
I think I'm through
I think I'm through
I think I'm, I know I'm
song performed by by George Michael
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What's Wrong With Kid Now?
Whats wrong with kids today? The way they speak, they don't care,
Oh what's wrong with kids, they don't even like anymore to share;
Some have become bullies, and like to cause harm and trouble,
Where back years ago, when I was young, kids would would be so humble.
What's wrong with young people, They don't care if they get caught,
Swearing, lying, cheating, Doing drugs, they'll not do what theyre taught;
Some underage caught driving and end up killing someone they don't know,
But fail to take the blame, please God, let them see that others know.
What's wrong with some young adults, who have become parents too soon,
Then leave their young ones unattended, and babies left in their room;
While the parents are out doing drugs and drink, not caring at all,
Please God, they need to grow up and see, they have taken a fall.
What's wrong with other people, from many different places,
Coming to our country, who cause strife, for strangers faces;
Why can't they think of becoming a very trusting, caring friend,
Please God. Make them see, the world has gone round the bend.
What's wrong with country leaders, who bring shame to their country,
By stirring up strife in their party, being dishonest, to so many;
Why don't they realize they'll be caught, when they don't expect too,
Please God, help us to get honest leaders, to be honest and be true.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Emotional
She was looking right through me like I was made out of glass
a la la la la la
Heaven, lie and tell, comes back like up at a check
Why do you get so emotional?
Why do you get so emotional?
Why do you get
Smokin' and drinkin', tryin' to kick stuff Monday night
Smokin' and drinkin', tryin' to kick start Monday night
I try and I try
A sneaky feeling is coming over me
Why do you get so emotional?
Why do you get so emotional?
Why do you get so emotional?
Why do you get so emotional?
She said
song performed by by Fastball
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There aren't any embarrassing questions--just embarrassing answers.
quote by Carl Rowen
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Life is not always perfect
life can be ****ed up,
but what can we do?
whine and cry
because the things we want
you can't have?
or just change the way
you see life?
life can be unfair,
why let it bring you down?
you can't change what happens,
or what's going to happen,
you control your life,
nobody else
so to place blame on somebody,
only shows,
that you have no courage
to take responsibity,
for the way your life was going
fight through when times get hard,
why cry when nothing will change?
the people who are gone,
will never return,
that guy that broke your heart,
will fall in love again,
why should you remain,
trapped in the past,
plus everything you want to change,
only to find,
it was out of your reach to begin with,
except for....
Right here and Right now,
because what matters the most,
is when you realize,
that life not as bad as you thought,
when you find that person inside,
that know pain is part of life journey,
even though life sucks,
you have to fight through it,
without letting it get the best of you.
Copyright © 2009
oct 27,09
poem by Mona Martinez
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To an adolescent, there is nothing in the world more embarrassing than a parent.
quote by Dave Barry
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Shrinking (Revised)
Why does a conversational ploy that charms
one colleague fall flat on its face for others?
When I enact a little tragi-comedy for Hanlie
she embroiders the tales I tell, brings out the
hidden glitter in every situation and adds joy
by weaving her wan spell -
but when I share the same anecdote with
other colleagues my story loses its appeal,
I feel guilt and fatigue, and the story shrivels
up and dies; a more robust, feisty colleague
simply kills the story by pulling down corners
of her mouth -
thus, with Hanlie on leave, I already know
why life at work keeps shrinking
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Middle School Mayhem
six grade, oh boy
new places, new faces
here I come middle school
busy hallways and I’m already confused
scary teachers
heavy books
I was hook
on middle school
clueless and clumsy was me
s.s. projects and foam model earths, yippy
I loved my English class
it was a bast
my pencil always glue to my hand
I play sax in the band
new found friends surround me
it filled me with glee
my whole life written in English class and middle ages fair
I won student of the year, that’s when I learned that people really care
that was my six grade mayhem
seventh grade, hooray for me
new teachers and a faster pace
I’m still here in middle school
my nevers were like rubber bands
I’m so great full my friends were always there to lend a hand
drama club was so fun
but pushcart I hated
essays and homework doubled
science projects bubbled
art was fav
and math I hated
and gym and study hall
watch out flying kick balls
went to see a great play
and the whole year was filled with busy days
French was a bore
but I always came back for more
this was the year I turned thirteen
unluck for me
I do be smart don’t start
that was a bast
that was my seventh grade mayhem
eighth grade, finally
same places and same faces
I’m almost in high school
I’m the top dog
health was a night mare
i changed my hair
drama club was cool
I was always in the high school pool
wave, study circles, and GE
are only some
boys were gross
I was smart, I don’t want to bust
report card filled with 95 and 100
but what I loved the most were my buds
Casey, Katie (neigh, neigh) , Emily and Em Bradley, Julia,
Shelby (not me) , Sam, Jess, and Mother Ev
art was the coolest
Mrs. McDonnell was the bomb
Montreal and Great Escape
testing, testing, testing, but that’s not new
always looking for something better
English was so fun
I learned I like to talk
that was my eighth grade mayhem
Now the year is almost over
it reminds me of all the things I’ve done
I learn to speak up
I have a say
I hated middle school but hay
I loved being there anyways
the bell rings
I put on my backpack
then I walk into the hall
still trying not to ball
memories flood me
like the water on the Titanic
sixth grade, seventh grade, eighth grade have come and gone so fast
I can’t stop thinking of the past
I stand in the hall on the last Friday knowing Mondays not going to be the same
new faces, new places, new hall ways to learn
for my life will change
watch out high school Molly's on her way
that was my middle school mayhem
poem by Molly Breadcrumb
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