Un Blossemed Sacrifice.
Un Blossomed Sacrifice.
Soft as feathers of flying birds above
Mild as the rock kissing mists of Namunukula Mountains
Sweet as silver tips grown in fresh tea plantains
Rosy petaled cheeks, gliters as Dunhinda dews
Collected feathers, floweres, books but not coins for fun
Mothers, friends and brothers for love
Sight and vision mature with broad perceptive
Education first was his most dedicated mean
In-toxicated for loss of mere aspirations
No evidence proved the charges of accusation [1988]
Sent for university education as it was his strongest aspiration
Returned home not him, but his cadaver of scarification
Thousand moaned in shock
Decorated and kept in a pool of cool tears within an around
You’ve not gone and we know it’s a miss?
Be a merciful miracle and return with a soft smile…
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A tribute for him and published in 23rd September 2010.Ps.Namunukula-Highest and giant Mountain in Uva Province Srilanka.Dunhinda is the most beautiful waterfall in capital Uva Badulla.
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Deepest Sympathy!
Accumulated humanity
Blended with hi-power beauracracy
Education for rural locality
Cordiality and honesty
Sincerarity policy
Also with royality
To enhance healing poverty
Being flexibality exemplifing administrative quality
We prey you sir, you may attain Nibbana.
Teachers and students, staff of Departments of Education Uva Province srilanka.Zonal Education office Badulla.
Untimely death of Badulla Srilanka Zonal Director of Education A.R.Ramanayaka.
poem by Sisirachandra Vaduge
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Among them!
Among them you are extremely different,
When we approach for service,
They feel rather uneasy and look in,
While tightening their tie-knots and seated rigidly in that division
But you are so inquisitive to feel and sense our pulse
To see that if we are satisfied or unhappy in your partition
And looks in to our eyes with endless apologies
To say, yes one day we have to retreat this unforgivable free education system…
Plot: Authentic experience of the secretary [E.T.P.A] with the Asst: secretary Ministry of Education Uva Provincial Council Srilanka.
Ps. ETPA-English Teaching Professional’s Association7th June 2003.
Uva Province Srilanka.
poem by Sisirachandra Vaduge
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Lost Dream
Its a beautiful dream
Like a crimson sun
On a milky blue sky
Birds flying to home
And myself in Rome
Its a beautiful dream
Like silver cloud line
To mounted dark cloud
Light kissing the head
And myself on rose bed
Its a beautiful dream
Like shining dew drop
On a lush green grass
Bright day smiling
And myself flying
Its a beautiful dream
Like a new born cub
In hands of young love
Tears flowing in joy
And myself with toys
Its a beautiful dream
Like a painless sleep
On a dry soft pillow
Night not slept slow
And myself out of flow
Its a beautiful dream
Like full moon night
On a artful dark sky
Dogs stopped scream
And myself out of dream
poem by Kranthi Pothineni
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Soft Smile
Where are you now soft smile?
You left me all the while
Wandering through a world of hardness and dark
Nowhere for my heart to park
Wherefore art thou soft smile?
Soft smile what light through yonder window breaks?
'Tis the sun and 'soft smile' you are my moon.
I dream endless hours of another moment with you
Every little moment has meaning
Why must I fall for you again n again?
You, who hath no heart but carry a shield
Soft smile you buried your heart but start
Start a new one with me will you?
Soft smile, stay with me a while
Allow me to beguile
Allow me to teach you about tease and denial
I miss you soft smile
I think about you every day
We both know i have spoiled you
We both know how i feel for you
I will go on alone
I will piss and moan
Who is 'soft smile'?
She knows exactly who she is
Because she wanders through her day
Carrying a bag of coins
But more importantly carrying my heart symbolically
Soft Smile I miss you every single day.
Beau Golden
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Right to education
Right to education
Free and compulsory
Education to all
Free and compulsory
Education through mother tongue
Right to education
Education to maintain
Peace and harmony
Education to keep
The world order
And discipline
Right to education
Education to earn
For livelihood
Education to provide
Food clothing and shelter
Without depending others
Right to education
Free and compulsory
To educate all
That we all are
Brothers and sisters
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Feather Of Yuri
if a dove leaves a feather
white,
pure,
it does not just tell you that
it was once here
it tells you also of another thing
that there is a good reason
for keeping
something like a memory
the sweet one
it does not tell you
to discard pain
but to remember everything
and learn
like you i am not a dove
does not speak the language of doves
does not have feathers
to leave for some people i love
to remember
but i have some pieces of me
some memories
some pieces of my mind and they are not feathers
though they may
like feathers be
light, soft, pure, and beautiful
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Feathers!
feathers on me
again and again
first to fly and now to earth rest
enable me to get ready
and carried me through you
anywhere there are feathers
like you said!
in me in you!
a very strange and intoxicating feeling
afterwards, that you traced my body
maybe i have gasp, of some lack of air!
in high feather, full feathers
you will be writhing with ecstacy
Very pleasurable for me
I feel extremely good
you make me a path a invisible way
eagle feathers very powerful
sound bird feathers very delicate
for tight places or open places
make his sound so soft
Ah! My God! ! !
give me the name of that medicine!
Feathers on me!
Feathers on you!
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Emmy’s world
Emmey’s... she is kind(working at Ritz Carlton) lady who love deeply to her husband Ariel and Daughter Ela(10 years old) I am dedicating this poems to emmy’s and family...(29-9-2010)
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Emmy’s world
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Days are gone...
How many...?
Hundred days
May be...
Thousand days
May be...
I feel I am alone at far away land
Million years...
One aeon...
I am apart from my husband
I am apart from my loving Daughter
Lovely both of you at matter of distance
Distance that I couldn’t control
Am I unfortunate?
Feel that some time...
Matter of my carrier aspiration
Matter of economy...
Bring me here
At far away land
I am mother...
I need your kisses, love, warmth...
Warmth of my Angel daughter
mmm.....
Why not?
Smile of my husband
And his love and hugs too...
Wonder can I kiss my Daughter?
Can I hug my husband?
Angels are Know...
I am at a far away land...
Matter of distance...
Couldn’t share my love and all...
Sending a kisses...
Sending a kisses and love
Through mountain
Through ocean
And stars...
Dreaming...
I say!
I love both of you...
Sending a kisses, love and roses
Forever and forever
Until I meet you
Again...
Until...We meet at
Home sweet home
I am your mom...
I am your sweetie...
Emmy...
By
O.W.Palitha Ariyarathna
Copyright, O.W. Palitha Ariyarathna.2010
All Rights Reserved By Author: 2010
poem by Palitha Ariyarathna
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Upton’s Response, an American Public Education Reminder
(During the Final Question round, (for Miss America '07) , Aimee Teegarden asked Miss South Carolina, Lauren Caitlin Upton, why she thought a fifth of Americans are unable to locate the United States on a world map. Upton's response was :)
'I personally believe that, ----Upton's response
(In the hat there was cat) , ---- the author's comment
U.S. Americans are unable to do so,
(… a deer a female deer a Do)
because some… people out there in our nation that don’t have maps,
(I like to take naps)
and I believe that our education,
(how did she ever get out high scool. Iz it just my imajinashin?)
like such as in South Africa and the Iraq,
(could it be next year she will be voting like for Barak?)
everywhere like such as, and I believe that they should…
(She’d past a test, for 1st graders, if she could.)
our education over here in the U.S., should help the U.S., er,
(forget her)
should help South Africa and should help the Iraq
(she’s liable to be parent someday, is frightening and her education is lack.)
and the Asian countries so we will be able to build up our future..,
(She’ll look back on what she had said when she is more mature.)
for our children... '
(I hope to God she matures more quickly, not how but when.)
Need more be said?
(11-22-2007)
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Quality education amidst Nobility Grateful...
Well knitted tie and silvery college uniform
Hair, socks, shoes but not perfumes
Oozing lowly smile depict innocence fragrance
Yes, sir madam we Peessa school children...
Fathers Mothers brothers and teachers of their own
Village school children with their agro-production
Accumulated love for teacher mother feeder plantation
Shed no tear but exhibited nobility of power education...
Rich or poor nor we bother
Since we too students of corner Uva
Learnt we much more to adopt that caliber
Never we ignore you teacher it's such a plaintive for your mother...
So sorrowful yes we pray sure she may attain Nibbana…..
Plot: The students of a remote rural school Peessa Lunugala Passara Education Zone children's honor of gratitude for their teachr's mother's funeral late Mrs.E.V.Yougawarnalatha, Galgodahenakumbura Pelgahatenna Passara Srilanka on 19th September 2012.
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Names Upon a Stone: (Inscribed to G. L. Fagan, Esq.)
ACROSS bleak widths of broken sea
A fierce north-easter breaks,
And makes a thunder on the lea—
A whiteness of the lakes.
Here, while beyond the rainy stream
The wild winds sobbing blow,
I see the river of my dream
Four wasted years ago.
Narrara of the waterfalls,
The darling of the hills,
Whose home is under mountain walls
By many-luted rills!
Her bright green nooks and channels cool
I never more may see;
But, ah! the Past was beautiful—
The sights that used to be.
There was a rock-pool in a glen
Beyond Narrara’s sands;
The mountains shut it in from men
In flowerful fairy lands;
But once we found its dwelling-place—
The lovely and the lone—
And, in a dream, I stooped to trace
Our names upon a stone.
Above us, where the star-like moss
Shone on the wet, green wall
That spanned the straitened stream across,
We saw the waterfall—
A silver singer far away,
By folded hills and hoar;
Its voice is in the woods to-day—
A voice I hear no more.
I wonder if the leaves that screen
The rock-pool of the past
Are yet as soft and cool and green
As when we saw them last!
I wonder if that tender thing,
The moss, has overgrown
The letters by the limpid spring—
Our names upon the stone!
Across the face of scenes we know
There may have come a change—
The places seen four years ago
Perhaps would now look strange.
To you, indeed, they cannot be
What haply once they were:
A friend beloved by you and me
No more will greet us there.
Because I know the filial grief
That shrinks beneath the touch—
The noble love whose words are brief—
I will not say too much;
But often when the night-winds strike
Across the sighing rills,
I think of him whose life was like
The rock-pool’s in the hills.
A beauty like the light of song
Is in my dreams, that show
The grand old man who lived so long
As spotless as the snow.
A fitting garland for the dead
I cannot compass yet;
But many things he did and said
I never will forget.
In dells where once we used to rove
The slow, sad water grieves;
And ever comes from glimmering grove
The liturgy of leaves.
But time and toil have marked my face,
My heart has older grown
Since, in the woods, I stooped to trace
Our names upon the stone.
poem by Henry Kendall
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Mountain Of Hope
He had climbed the highest mountain this
World had ever known.
He had climbed the highest mountain
On maps it can’t be shown.
It was a mountain of tears, suffering and pain
And no ones life would ever be the same.
Then a second mountain was built
And it was higher than the first.
This mountain was built with the
strongest material known to man.
HOPE! In our hearts and our minds it will stand.
Each time hope is fed, there lies another bed.
And as each bed is filled
The mountain gets higher still.
But it was he who climbed the mountain
Of tears, suffering and pain.
And because of it he took away the shame.
And this mountain came to be.
because CHRIST Made a sacrifice
for you and for me.
And if we was able to put HOPE
Into a color scheme
It would be the most beautiful
Rainbow that you’ve ever seen.
So every time you see a rainbow
Without a beginning and without a end
It’s because hope is building up
And that’s a guarantee my friend.
poem by Louis Rams
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Rosey Won't You Please Come Home
Rosy won't you please come home?
Mama don't know where you've been.
Rosy won't you please come home?
Your room's clean and no one's in it.
Oh my Rosy, how I miss you,
You are all the world to me.
Take a look and see if you like it,
If you like it please come back.
Rosy won't you please come home?
Since you've joined the upper classes,
You don't know us anymore.
Live and let your troubles pass.
Rosy, Rosy, will you write and tell me,
If you don't want to come back?
I would sacrifice all I have
To have a happy home once more.
Rosy won't you please come home?
Two long years have passed away.
Since you tried to change your life,
Christmas wasn't quite the same.
Rosy, Rosy, got any answers?
You are miles across the sea,
And I'll bake a cake if you tell me
You are on the first plane home.
Rosy won't you please come home?
Mama don't know where you've been.
Rosy won't you please come home?
Your room's clean and no one's in it.
Oh my Rosy, how I miss you,
You are all the world to me.
Take a look and see if you like it,
If you like it please come back.
Oh Rosy, will you please come back?
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Education Celebration
(An 'Education Week' Rap)
Education, education;
There's nothing quite like education!
It gives you hope and lets you cope
And offers great remuneration.
Education, education;
The path to many a great vacation;
A fancy car and caviar;
A life of fun and relaxation.
Education, education;
Provides a firm and strong foundation
For better lives improved by drive,
By effort and by motivation.
Education, education;
Sing aloud in exultation!
And when you pass that final class
We'll shake your hand in admiration.
Education, education;
Requires a lot of perspiration.
You can bet - a lot of sweat,
And just a pinch of inspiration.
Education, education;
Let's all sing in jubilation!
For, those who strive and have the drive
May someday own a 'corporation'!
A Fact Of Life
I need to find a secret place,
Entirely drawn by closed space
And disinherit my presence
In this world until I have been convinced...
My truant spirit to return
To the daily education
Required of a mortal
To learn and overcome with completion...
What can I say,
What can I do?
That is life,
Manifested in a different way...!
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Education technology and school construction go together. Modernization, updating education facilities, and making a capital investment in education are all included.
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Scooter-My Sweet-Sweet Maine Coon
My sweet baby-to my little old man
So regal-so beautiful-so much mine
My gorgeous big Maine Coon kitty
Eightenn years is a very long time;
You were my best friend and as a child to me
So much a huge part of my heart
A huge chunk of my soul is now missing you know
Because you had to part;
I knew that God would be calling you home eventually
And last night you seemed to want to love me even more
So i returned it with more pets and loving caresses
And words of-i love you and God loves you just as before;
You seemed to understand me as you came 'round for another love
I didn't really understand all of your attention yesterday
Even though you are eighteen and not completely well
I hadn't expected you to be on your way the next day;
Not just yet anyway
As i prayed night and day its true
With Mothers Day fast approaching tomorrow
In a buriel i will say goodbye to you;
My little boy-beautiful old man
With thick fluffy fur so soft and so sweet
You were like my very own baby-my child
And loving and caring for you made my life complete;
Saying goodbye is such a heartbreaking experience
As my tears they are falling like an endless rain
I let you go but i want you to know
I will see you on Rainbow Bridge again;
So its okay to go my sweet-sweet little man
You surely did put up one heck of a fight
It would be selfish of me-not to let you leave
To be with your Creator and bathed in peace in His Light;
I love you now as i loved you then
1992 was a long time ago
You became my everything sweet baby
And i am left here loving you so;
Dedicated to my beautiful Cat: Scooter Onken
A beautiful Maine Coon who was with me for nearly 18 years.
July 1992-May9,2010
Rest in peace my beloved kitty
Mama Loves you
poem by Theodora Onken
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Love Is Winged For Two
Love is winged for two,
In the worst he weathers,
When their hearts are tied;
But if they divide,
O too true!
Cracks a globe, and feathers, feathers,
Feathers all the ground bestrew.
I was breast of morning sea,
Rosy plume on forest dun,
I the laugh in rainy fleeces,
While with me
She made one.
Now must we pick up our pieces,
For that then so winged were we.
poem by George Meredith
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-1
Thaamarai(Indian Lotus-Nelumbo nucifera)
She's the heart of an elemental body
Soft, soft and soft in healing peace
So deep in mire and muck sown muddy
Yet triumphing petaled in manifold blossoms
Pink and blue and white refreshing and sunny
She's the heart of an elemental body
Soft, soft and soft in gospel silence
So deep in twirls and swirls of mayic petalody
Yet triumphing petaled in enlightened bliss
Bright and right and straight to the Almighty
poem by Indira Renganathan
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~ Aristotle ~ Niv ~
~ Aristotle ~ Niv ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
29 September 2010.
Aristotle siphoning ~
Only thing I know
I know nothing.
Niv quipping ~
Why I know everything
Of nothing?
Aristotle viewing ~
It’s we see
By means of eyes.
Niv previewing ~
Eyes can’t see if what
Of we is absentee?
Aristotle employing ~
All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind
Niv unemploying ~
How paid jobs bunk and degrade mind?
Aristotle saccharining ~
Change in all things is sweet
Niv bittering ~
For sweetening why change things?
Aristotle teaching ~
Education is the best provision for old age
Niv rejoindering ~
Does education proviso promoter of old age?
Aristotle positing ~
Happiness depends upon ourselves
Niv dis-positing ~
What of ourselves not owning happiness?
Aristotle mystifying ~
In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.
Niv questing ~
Why not marvelousness in every thing in nature?
To Aristotle ~ We owe why?
For Niv ~ We low blow all awe why?
Readers ~ You?
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