Wednesday, September 29, 2010

a heart full of lead and gold

my heart is full of lead and gold
gold is love
it is compassion and understanding
it is beautiful and valuable
gold radiates warmth
but it isn't strong
it's vulnerable
lead is heavy
it weighs you down
it isn't beautiful or valuable
but it's durable
heavy, and toxic

my life is a mix of metals ( good and bad)
i have a heavy, loving, valuable and sometimes painful heart
but without the bad how could i know the good? so life, i will take it
with a heart full of lead and gold

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

I am from ( a poem for english)

i am from old books
from rusty keys forgotten in the drawer
i am from black and white photographs
sepia tones turning into the past
i am fancy old hats with lace and frills
I am from cameo pins and fancy rings
and other lovely forgotten things
i am from the past i have never seen

i am from Haiti
from hungry nights and sweaty days
i am from first meetings and overwhelming hugs
from tear stained pillows and laughing summer days
i am from Creole and English
or the combination of the two
i am from adoption,Patience and love

i am from words
letters making beautiful resilient tones
i am from stories both on the page
and in my mind
i am from writing
letting the story bloom
and develop gently in my hands
i am from late nights eyes glued to the page
stuck in an entrancing story

i am from imagination
from the impossible
to imagination is more important than knowledge
i am creativity
from daydreams and once upon a times
to happily ever afters

i am from love
warm hugs and happy smiles
i am from feeling good and doing right
i am from family, hope, faith

i am from old books
form Haiti and words
i am from imagination and love

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

whant to know who i am?read what i have read

today i really heard a girl say
' I don't waist my time reading i have way better things to do'
then she picked up her i phone and spent the next twenty minuets texting
it made me laugh at how incredibly stupid she seemed.
yea because reading is such a waist of time and
I have never learned anything by reading! (NOT)
No seriously I think I have learned way more from the books I read
than I ever have or will learn in school.
That may be exaggerating things, but only a bit
Almost all history I know I didn't learn in school
I had already learned it by reading.
or perhaps because stories teach better than facts.
besides that, i learn how to feel by reading.
as a young girl i learned a true love of books from Ella Enchanted
I learned about war from Number the Stars and lilies crossing
I learned how to love, cry and do the right thing even when it hurts from Baby
I learned to look at life in the right perspective in Walk Two Moons
I learned to love the sea in the wanderer
I learned that being yourself is the best thing you can be in Just Ella
I learned a love of art in Chasing Vermeer
the list truly could and does go on and on........
even simple childish books teach you a lot
I would be a whole different person if I thought reading was a waist of time
I know I wouldn't know half the things I do
plus I wouldn't be as happy
so read your little hearts out
I know I do :)

Introduction to Poetry

by Billy Collins
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem’s room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

"i think a lot of the time people tie a poem to a chair. i think they might even have the intent to like the poem but it's nature to tie it up and hack at it. to try so hard to understand it fully that they lose everything it was meant to be. poems don't need to have a confession, they don't need to be deeper than you are able to understand. can't you sky across the surface and admire the beauty that ripples across the words without diving so deep you drowned in it. just listen to it. let is whisper in your mind and shine through the window. don't hack at it. just love the sound and the ideas. for everybody who hates poetry i say, untie your poor poems and let them be beautiful. enjoy them for what they are. no more no less. "

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

world war two books

so i was telling my friends that i read so many world war two books. they thought that was weird but it's so true. not all the books are even close to the same in fact i think wwII has the most variety of stories. it is a very sad point in world history but i think amist the trials that is where good heroes and stories are born so here are at least some of the wwII books i have read.

we were not alone- an lds family living in Germany
the impossible journey- two Russian children
number the stars- a hiding Jewish girl
the devils arithmetic - concentration camp
the hiding place- concentration camp
night - concentration camp
the diary of Anne frank- Jewish girl in hiding
after the train- Jewish boy in Germany after the war
for freedom- a teenage french spy
willow run- young girl in America with brother as solider
Lilly's crossing - young girl in America father fighting in war
climbing the stairs- girl in India during the war
and these are just the ones i remember off the top of my head. ww2 was such a sad time. and so many of these books show us that we can be positive even in the worst situations. they can take away everything except our attitudes. so be positive
imagination is more important than knowledge-albert einstein
i love this quote! if we all thougth knowledge was the most important thing in the world we would never have the liberty to create something of our own. especally if that creation intereared with the knowledge we have. think of all the amazing things we wouldn't know if we didn't have the feedom to imagine. so today let your mind wonder a bit. think outside the box and imagine.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Proud to be an american!

thanks to everyone who died making this a free country. thanks to those who care more about our country than their lives. united we stand! god bless America!

Friday, September 10, 2010

Guest post by Kate's mom.

You Are AmAzInG!

You don't know you are amazing.
You don't see the strengths you own.
You don't know you are amazing.
You don't see what others know.

You don't see the light that shines
From your heart to those in need.
You don't see the gifts you give to
The little souls you help to feed.

You forget the things that matter
Are not graded in a book.
That life's very greatest treasures
Are a word, a touch, a look.

I wish that I could show you
And that you could believe
What we already know
And you, as yet, can not perceive.

You don't know you are amazing.
You don't see the strengths you own.

Enough love

it started with a light
only one single spark
but we have enough for you
enough light to spread
to brighten your world

let us light up your face
bring the light to your eyes
and lighten up your heavy heart
we have enough, more than enough
and you only make it grow
so let us give you light
and we can all shine together

i know you have been burned before
but this is good light
the kind that makes wishes true
so take our light
because we love you!

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The faith giving trees

the ground was cold and heartless
winters numbness just begining to decline
the earth held no bounty
we were left to starve alone

as winters numbness just beginning to decline
we found the faith giving trees
perhaps we weren't left alone to starve
we found three friends from these

we found the faith giving trees
lined up in one row
we found three friends from these
and strength to fight it though

lined up in one row
the first gave us it's fruit
and strength to fight it though
the second to us it's wood to burn

the first gave us it's fruit
we ate till we had none
the second us it's wood to burn
our fingers no longer numb

we ate till we had none
and the third made into our home
our fingers no longer numb
we could make it clear to spring

because of our three friends
the faith giving trees
the ground was cold and heartless
but we could make it clear to spring

Thursday, September 2, 2010

The lourve

from within these ancient halls
words echo from the dead
but not of ghost and spirits
but emotion locked in time

we see Davinci's love
we gimps van gouges mind
we see the strange world Picasso saw
and the angel Michelangelo set free from stone

in this ancient building
within theses hollowed halls
time stands still for us waiting
windows to look out far
far enough to see the world
a way to feel and understand
a way to ask

what made the farmers life so dull
what made time melt away
why is the man screaming
what is the lion sceaming
did Mona Lisa smile?
did the ponderer make up his mind
and what of this squiggly line

what makes something worth the time?
to see the world and paint it
and let it in your soul
we come to see it all
within these ancient halls