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Semalam aku jumpa ayah kau Dia ingat lagi kat kau tapi kau ingat ke kat dia??? Dia nampak macam risau je… Aku tanya kenapa nampak macam risau je?? Dia jawab “Pak Cik teringin nak jumpa anak pak cik”.. Dia cakap kalau dia tak sempat nak jumpa dengan kau Dia ada tingalkan pesan.. AYAH KAU PESAN.. Jangan kau lupa pada Tuhan Takut nanti Tuhan pula lupa pada kau. AYAH KAU PESAN.. Bila berkawan jangan berperang Takut nanti kalau sakit, takde kawan yang hendak datang. AYAH KAU PESAN.. Kalau kau sesat, janganlah malu hendak bertanya orang Supaya kau boleh nampak jalan pulang. AYAH KAU PESAN.. Bila dah senang nanti, jangan kau lupa pada ibu bapa Takut nanti kau jadi macam TANGGANG anak DERHAKA!! AYAH KAU PESAN.. Jangan lupa segala pesan Sebab tak ada apa yang dia hendak bekal Kerana dia sudah pergiI ke BATU NESAN!!! oleh saudari Faten Sofie

 It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun-- My dream. And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. Rose until it touched the sky-- The wall. Shadow. I am black. I lie down in the shadow. No longer the light of my dream before me, Above me. Only the thick wall. Only the shadow. My hands! My dark hands! Break through the wall! Find my dream! Help me to shatter this darkness, To smash this night, To break this shadow Into a thousand lights of sun, Into a thousand whirling dreams Of sun!  Langston Hughes

what a day... what a luck.. what a sigh... what alove... what a relieve.. what an unfortunate... what an inspiration... what a hope... what is what?? why is why?? how is how?? when is when?? i am me.. you is yourself.. don't really know either... wanna know something?? search it... discover it  by yourself... cause i'm too tired.. for you.. by hanntzah

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;  But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.  -William Shakespeare Action is eloquence.  -William Shakespeare And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.  -William Shakespeare And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.  -William Shakespeare Assume a virtue, if you have it not.  -William Shakespeare Be great in act, as you have been in thought.  -William Shakespeare Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.  -William Shakespeare Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.  -William Shakespeare Free from gro...

Kay Ryan Who would be a turtle who could help it? A barely mobile hard roll, a four-oared helmet, She can ill afford the chances she must take In rowing toward the grasses that she eats. Her track is graceless, like dragging A packing-case places, and almost any slope Defeats her modest hopes. Even being practical, She’s often stuck up to the axle on her way To something edible. With everything optimal, She skirts the ditch which would convert Her shell into a serving dish. She lives Below luck-level, never imagining some lottery Will change her load of pottery to wings. Her only levity is patience, The sport of truly chastened things. from: http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/p180-list.html

Tom Wayman Nothing. When we realized you weren’t here we sat with our hands folded on our desks in silence, for the full two hours Everything. I gave an exam worth 40 percent of the grade for this term and assigned some reading due today on which I’m about to hand out a quiz worth 50 percent Nothing. None of the content of this course has value or meaning Take as many days off as you like: any activities we undertake as a class I assure you will not matter either to you or me and are without purpose Everything. A few minutes after we began last time a shaft of light suddenly descended and an angel or other heavenly being appeared and revealed to us what each woman or man must do to attain divine wisdom in this life and the hereafter This is the last time the class will meet before we disperse to bring the good news to all people on earth. Nothing. When you are not present how could something significant occur? ...

Henry Rago This house, pitched now The dark wide stretch Of plains and ocean To these hills over The night-filled river, Billows with night, Swells with the rooms Of sleeping children, pulls Slowly from this bed, Slowly returns, pulls and holds, Is held where we Lock all distances! Ah, how the distances Spiral from that Secrecy: Room, Rooms, roof Spun to the huge Midnight, and into The rings and rings of stars.

I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs, Rotting flesh and worms do Not convince me against The challenge. The years And cold defeat live deep in Lines along my face. They dull my eyes, yet I keep on dying, Because I love to live. FROM http://www.poetseers.org/

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Marked the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here On our planet floor, Any broad alarm of their hastening doom Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages. But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully, Come, you may stand upon my Back and face your distant destiny, But seek no haven in my shadow I will give you no hiding place down here. You, created only a little lower than The angels, have crouched too long in The bruising darkness, Have lain too long Face down in ignorance Your mouths spilling words Armed for slaughter. The Rock cries out to us today, you stand on me, But do not hide your face. Across the wall of the world, A River sings a beautiful song, It says, come rest here by my side. Each of you a bordered country, Delicate and strangely made proud, Yet thrusting perpetually undersiege Your armed struggles for profit Have left collars of waste upon My shore, currents of debris upon ...

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in ...

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns To a destination where all signs tell us It is possible and imperative that we learn A brave and startling truth And when we come to it To the day of peacemaking When we release our fingers From fists of hostility And allow the pure air to cool our palms When we come to it When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate And faces sooted with scorn and scrubbed clean When battlefields and coliseum No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters Up with the bruised and bloody grass To lie in identical plots in foreign soil When the rapacious storming of the churches The screaming racket in the temples have ceased When the pennants are waving gaily When the banners of the world tremble Stoutly in the good, clean breeze When we come to it When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders And children dress their dolls in flags of truce When land min...

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. FROM http://www.poetseers.org/

Joe Wenderoth Somehow it got into my room. I found it, and it was, naturally, trapped. It was nothing more than a frightened animal. Since than I raised it up. I kept it for myself, kept it in my room, kept it for its own good. I named the animal, My Life. I found food for it and fed it with my bare hands. I let it into my bed, let it breathe in my sleep. And the animal, in my love, my constant care, grew up to be strong, and capable of many clever tricks. One day, quite recently, I was running my hand over the animal's side and I came to understand that it could very easily kill me. I realized, further, that it would kill me. This is why it exists, why I raised it. Since then I have not known what to do. I stopped feeding it, only to find that its growth has nothing to do with food. I stopped cleaning it and found that it cleans itself. I stopped singing it to sleep and found that it falls asleep faster without my song. I don't know what to do. I no longer make My Life do tric...

to my beloved mother by mz.ladner She’s funny, she’s sweet and she’s tough, My mother has been through a lot of stuff. She’s been a daughter, sister, wife, parent, and an aunt, She’ll show you she can do anything you say she can’t. She is as strong as a tree, as gentle as the breeze, And as lovely as the flowers beneath my knees. She hugs me tight and tells me she loves me, It is so powerful everyone can see. She is there for me whether up or down, When I do something wrong she’ll never frown. Just tells me it will be okay, And she’s there to wipe the tears away. So that’s why I love her very much, Cause she holds me in a mother’s clutch.

by poeticmo Be Thankful That you are able to see Because there are some who can’t Be Thankful That you are able to hear Because there are some who can’t Be Thankful That you are able to speak Because there are some who can’t Be Thankful That you are willing to love Because there are many that won’t Be Thankful That you are willing to care Because there are some that don’t Be Thankful That you aren’t filled with hate Because there are many who are If you remain humble And you remain thankful With a spirit like this You can go far

My dad thought me about these rhyme when i was little. I like the cat and the fiddle's rhyme. I like all of it untill now. Hope you all enjoy it. Maybe you will remember your childhood. The cat and the fiddle Hey, diddle, diddle! The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon. Hush-a-bye Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top! When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall; Down will come baby, bough, cradle and all. Baa..baa..Black sheep Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full; One for my master, One for my dame, But none for the little boy Who cries in the lane. Humpty dumpty Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall; All the King's horses, and all the King's men Cannot put Humpty Dumpty together again. Jack and Jill Jack and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down, and broke...

Looking through my window Out into the night Silver moon glistening Through partly cloudy skies Stars dance and twinkle As clouds drift on the wind Ever moving onward Who knows where they have been They never stop to wonder Never ask the question why Yet they have looked upon such beauty As through the heavens they do fly Oh that I could drift with them Along their starry way Forgetting the worries Of this human heart At least for just a day

by Hope Keeping myself optimistic Each day begins anew Looking on the bright side That's what I had to do Half the battle can be won With self - appreciation I shall get there in the end By using determination If I cast all my doubts aside Negatives will dissapear By always having patience I continued to persevere In keeping my dreams alive I can advance confidently My self -esteem I can grow If I think more positively As I call upon inner strength Determined I have to be Confidence will be gained If I start believing in me

by xJessibel Sometimes we are fools, All part of the disease That entraps and ensnares us all With such straightforward ease. Sometimes it comes too quick, Catching us all off our guard. Sometimes it's really slow Heading straight for our heart. It's a disease that is incurable, One many people seem to get. Its effects are lasting and sometimes unbearable It's something I have met. I meet it head on, not one foot moves from its spot. I'm not afraid of this disease for ill give it all I got. They say love is about taking risks, Letting down your walls and letting loose. For love can be a very great thing, Not exactly an object of abuse. So let your heart free Be willing to take the fall. The things you love the most, Are the ones that are worth it all.