*Brilla brilla estrella pequeña/Twinkle twinkle little star
*Separación entre la iglesia y el estado/Separation between church and state
*Todos los puntos en el mundo/All the points in the world
?/El LiveJournal?/ Damn, my Spanish 3-4 skills rock!
----- * Mis poemas favoritas * -----
the perks of being a wallflower (Pg. 70-73)
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it “Chops” because that was the name of his dog And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X’s and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it “Autumn” because that was the name of the season And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and he asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go to see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it “Innocence: A Question” because that was the question about his girl And that’s what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year that Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle’s Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed His father snoring soundly
That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it “Absolutely Nothing” Because that’s what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn’t think he could reach the kitchen. --Stephen Chbosky
Letter to an Aspiring Junkie
Let me hip you to the streets, Jim, Ain't nothing happening. Maybe some tomorrows gone up in smoke, raggedy preachers, telling a joke to lonely, son-less old ladies' maids.
Nothing happening, Nothing shakin', Jim. A slough of young cats riding that cold, white horse, a grey old monkey on their back, of course does rodeo tricks.
No haps, man. No haps. A worn-out pimp, with a space-age conk, setting up some fool for a game of tonk, or poker or get'em dead and alive.
The streets? Climb into the streets man, like you climb into the ass end of a lion. Then it's fine. It's a bug-a-loo and a shing-a-ling, African dreams on a buck-and-a-wing and a prayer. That's the streets man, Nothing happening. --Maya Angelou
WE REAL COOL
THE POOL PLAYERS. SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.
We real cool. We Left school. We
Lurk late. We Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We Die soon. --Gwendolyn Brooks
This Is Just To Say
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox
and which you were probably saving for breakfast
Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold --Dr. William Carlos Williams
this is the garden: colours come and go,
this is the garden:colours come and go, frail azures fluttering from night's outer wing strong silent greens serenely lingering, absolute lights like baths of golden snow. This is the garden:pursed lips do blow upon cool flutes within wide glooms,and sing (of harps celestial to the quivering string) invisible faces hauntingly and slow.
This is the garden. Time shall surely reap and on Death's blade lie many a flower curled, in other lands where other songs be sung; yet stand They here enraptured, as among The slow deep trees perpetual of sleep some silver-fingered fountain steals the world. --e.e. cummings
---- * Escrituras Famosas * ----
I sat next to one such wedding party in a Strip restaurant last time I was in Las Vegas. The marriage had just taken place; the bride still wore her dress, the mother her corsage. A bored waiter poured out a few swallows of pink champagne ("on the house") for everyone but the bride, who was too young to be served. "You'll need something with more kick than that," the bride's father said with heavy jocularity to his new son-in-law; the ritual jokes about the wedding night had a certain Panglossian character, since the bride was clearly several months pregnant. Another round of pink champagne, this time not on the house, and the bride began to cry, "It was just as nice," she sobbed, "as I hoped and dreamed it would be." --Joan Didion
"Well," she said, "I'm seventeen and I'm crazy. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane. Isn't this a nice time of night to walk? I like to smell things and look at things, and sometimes stay up all night, walking, and watch the sun rise." --Ray Bradbury
Romeo & Juliet
MERCUTIO: Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, And soundly too: your houses! --William Shakespeare
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. --The Holy Bible U
*"At the end of eight years, after learning how to write Latin poetry, play the clavichord, talk about falconry with gentlemen and apologetics with archbishops, discuss affairs of state with foreign rulers and affairs of God with the Pope, she returned to her parents' home to weave funeral wreaths."
*"The warm grip of the squid's mouth enveloped me like a mother's womb."
*Math (in Ebonics): Der be 3 ho's and I cap 2 o'dem, how many ho's be left? (1 ho) --William (Billy) Lee-Wagner
*::Bobby Hill would like to say, "Yo Cherice, you stone-cold-fox, what up?"::
*cirquedreamer: Fo shizzle ka pizzle w/ a little dizzle in da nizzle and a quizzle in da yizzle with a hizzle down with da mizzle? fo shizzle? izzle kapizzle? rizzle da tizzle ka uizzle rizzle mizzle wizzle? --Laure Y.
*And remember, God is watching you! --Monica Manughian [Ayla's Mom]
*"God is ♥ " & "Family is ♥ " & "Friendship is ♥" & "♪ is ♥" --Me