My Nose
OI never chose my nose to be,
a statement of longevity.
Its grandeur lies within its size,
and the way it looms between my eyes;
and the way it leads me from meal to meal.
Some wonder if the bulbous thing
is mine. And is it really real?
From my childhood days I wore it,
like a crown my mom adored it.
My father who had a big one too,
said son, its something to get used to;
and if children taunt you, dont forget,
there are bigger things you will regret,
and your nose will grow much bigger yet.
So big in fact that when I sneeze,
the trees around me lose their leaves.
It precedes me into any room,
but it has always made the ladies swoon.
People often say to I,
smaller noses we have seen,
on elephants and rhinoceri!
Me and my nose are stuck together,
weather for worse or maybe better.
It gives my face a regal look;
and helps turn pages in this book.
And when they put me in a basket,
tell the one that builds my casket:
to cut a hole on top so I,
can smell the flowers when I die..
Gabriel Liebermann
A Crime Scene
There's been a murder,
a woman was killed,
found in a bathtub,
partially filled.
A pair of policemen
went into the house
and thoroughly questioned
the poor woman's spouse.
He'd just come home
from working all night
and found her like that,
a terrible sight.
The younger policeman
looked on with dismay.
He'd never forget
that terrible day.
He saw the young woman
from behind the door
and empty milk cartons
all over the floor,
scattered strawberries,
slices of fruit,
and spoonfuls of sugar
and honey to boot.
"Who could have done
this terrible thing?"
His voice had a horrified,
pitiful ring.
"Just look at the clues,"
replied Sargeant Miller.
"It looks like the work
of a cereal killer."
a woman was killed,
found in a bathtub,
partially filled.
A pair of policemen
went into the house
and thoroughly questioned
the poor woman's spouse.
He'd just come home
from working all night
and found her like that,
a terrible sight.
The younger policeman
looked on with dismay.
He'd never forget
that terrible day.
He saw the young woman
from behind the door
and empty milk cartons
all over the floor,
scattered strawberries,
slices of fruit,
and spoonfuls of sugar
and honey to boot.
"Who could have done
this terrible thing?"
His voice had a horrified,
pitiful ring.
"Just look at the clues,"
replied Sargeant Miller.
"It looks like the work
of a cereal killer."
YOU have my heart,
YOU really catch it; not apart,
BUT, i seek to give me a part,
YOU have my feel ,
for your eyes I kneeL,
For your talk i hear,
for your order i am here,
YOU have my all thinking,
for your words my mind thinking,
for your laws my feel rending,
for your soul my soul pending,
you cannot feel what i am thinking,
BUT,
some times, i hate you ,
but always i love you,
SO, leave my heart alone
and give it the whole control,
leave my heart sense alone
for your love begin to control.
my heart tell me,
may one day i will awake,
on fake sense
merge with quiet tear on the cheeks...
and it will be hard sense
BUT, i seek to give me a part,
YOU have my feel ,
for your eyes I kneeL,
For your talk i hear,
for your order i am here,
YOU have my all thinking,
for your words my mind thinking,
for your laws my feel rending,
for your soul my soul pending,
you cannot feel what i am thinking,
BUT,
some times, i hate you ,
but always i love you,
SO, leave my heart alone
and give it the whole control,
leave my heart sense alone
for your love begin to control.
my heart tell me,
may one day i will awake,
on fake sense
merge with quiet tear on the cheeks...
and it will be hard sense
A piece of my heart
I give you a piece of my heart
To remind you I'm here for you...
No matter if we are far apart,
Our friendship will always be true.
I give you a piece of my soul,
A part of me reserved for you...
Hold it dearly and don't let it go,
No matter what you do!
Whether it's a bright and happy day
Or you're troubled and struggling to smile...
Remember the special piece of my heart
That reaches you across the miles!
I will always be there for you
Teacher's Prayer
By James J.Melcalf
I want to teach my students
how to live this life on earth,
To face its struggle and
its strife and improve their worth.
Not just the lesson in a book
or how the rivers flow,
But how to choose the proper
path wherever they may go.
To understand eternal truth
and know the right from wrong,
And gather all the beauty
of a flower and a song.
For if I help the world to
grow in wisdom and in grace,
Then, I shall feel that I have
won and I have filled my place.
And so I ask my guidance,
God, that I may do my part,
For character and confidence
and happiness of heart.
I want to teach my students
how to live this life on earth,
To face its struggle and
its strife and improve their worth.
Not just the lesson in a book
or how the rivers flow,
But how to choose the proper
path wherever they may go.
To understand eternal truth
and know the right from wrong,
And gather all the beauty
of a flower and a song.
For if I help the world to
grow in wisdom and in grace,
Then, I shall feel that I have
won and I have filled my place.
And so I ask my guidance,
God, that I may do my part,
For character and confidence
and happiness of heart.
un adieu pour 2
one day you will ask me...
if I will be able to live without you...
and me I will answer you yes...
and you will cry...
and you will kill...
I can live without you...
Truth
but...
just 2 minute time to go to join you...
Traduction
Un jour tu me demanderas...
si je pourai vivre sans toi...
et moi je te repondrai oui
et toi tu pleurera
et tu te tuera
mais
juste 2 min pour allez te rejoindre (je px vivre juste 2 min sans toi si vous avez po compris )
if I will be able to live without you...
and me I will answer you yes...
and you will cry...
and you will kill...
I can live without you...
Truth
but...
just 2 minute time to go to join you...
Traduction
Un jour tu me demanderas...
si je pourai vivre sans toi...
et moi je te repondrai oui
et toi tu pleurera
et tu te tuera
mais
juste 2 min pour allez te rejoindre (je px vivre juste 2 min sans toi si vous avez po compris )
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W. H. Auden
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W. H. Auden
