The Next Mozart? 6-Year Old Piano Prodigy Wows All

she is amazing... Just turned seven this year...

NaNoWriMo

National Novel Writing Month is next month, and I've decided to join!!
Oh boy, what have I got myself into... :)
This is a really big task it is to write a novel in one month, and no not a perfect one just a rough draft, editing is left for Dec. throw out the inner editor!!
This is something that the people recommended, telling all of your friends and such, because at some point you will feel like quitting; but knowing that tons of people know about it and will think you wimped out will help you to keep going.
If you want to join just go to: NaNoWriMo.org
They have one for young writers too, 17 and under... Its not much different.
But they offer all sorts of helpful info, like a non-lame-o work book to help you *haha :)* So yeah I just thought that I'd let those who look on here know about it!! :)

P.S. Also my poetry book is going ok, still a long way off; but its a-coming

Piano

Well this I suppose is mainly for the friends that I know in person.
For you who know of this, I have learned quite a few songs by watching videos on the internet of popular contemporary songs.... But I found another website that is by the guy who did those first few videos that I watched and they are better, you can make 'em full screen... And I wanted to say that this is one of my new favorites, so if you want to learn some songs for free, then go here. My one hint is that if you don't learn quite so fast, but know the notes, then write down the notes on paper.. I have done that and it helps.. so here is the website.

www.freepianotutorials.com

just click it.
also one more thing, the website is kinda set up like a blog, so scroll down and look through the titles, when you find one click on it..
Hope that this was helpful to somebody out there...
Really the only reason that I started learning songs like this was because, when I see a piano somewhere I want to play on it if I can, but with my regular songs that I learn from books, I just can't seem to remember them, so then I don't really have anything to play, and that stunk, but now I do have stuff to play, songs that I can actually remember how to play all of the way through. Cause I learned them a different way, I really like it.
~Imagination

Dr. Demento-Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah

This is a funny song just listen!!!
haha

How Strange!!!

How strange is it that today marks exactly one year, for this blog being around, from the day of my first post!!!
Sadly I do not have any celebration planned, or gifts given, but maybe I'll come up with something...
Who knows!!
But I will be writing about my travels, since I leave tomorrow for Idaho!!
Woohoo!!!!!!
Let me know if you have any simplistic yet crazy ideas for celebration... I
maybe cyber cake..
Hehe

nah that wouldn't really work.
Bye for now,
Imagination

YAYERS!!!! I finally got one

I have wanted one of these for the longest while! Second Hand stores can be a great help for finding stuff... :P






It needs a new ribbon, and some help with the paper feed, but hopefully I can get it in working order....With my Dads help of course.... YAY!!!! I AM EXCITED!!!

NEW!!!ATTENTION!!!

ATTENTION!!!!
DO NOT LOOK AWAY!!!
MUST READ!!

A new blog has been made..by me.. :)
it is a book review blog for those that like to write reviews after reading a good
book or a bad one, its all in opinion.
if you would like to contribute to it and write for it let me know... If I have your email I will send you an invite.. The address is

http://thePNGbookworm.blogspot.com

Enjoy!!

**New News**

Hello Again Readers and Commenters who enter this strange domain,
I have some new news for you:
A long time ago my dad said that I could make a book of poetry once I had written enough.
Well, now I have and I am finally going to make one...
I am not sure what we will use, but what I remember him saying is blurb.
But editing will have to be done, and maybe some photography and illustrations as well; to make it less boring.
So it will be awhile, but I thought that I would tell all of you who said that I should make one.
That is my brief message, don't really have anything else to say except- write more later,
Imagination

P.S. Have a great summer!! Oh yeah and recently, yesterday in fact, I printed all the poetry from my blog....
52 pages.... :P There will be new ones too that most of you haven't read... I can't wait till its finished, even though it hasn't even been started yet. :)

Pictures Part 2

Ok so here are the rest. I really like the last one... It is a favorite, some would say.Well but in truth all of them are cool especially the first 2
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Oh yes and please tell me which one you like the best!!!
I give credit to all the artists of the above artwork, whomever they may be. And Amy Brown since I know her name...

Pictures Part 1

I just found some fun dragon pics the other day when, yes of course surprise I was looking for them. But I just wanted to share them with whoever checks this blog anytime soon.
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I do have some more though so looks like I'll have to do another post, which is no problemo. oh yeah and the last pic is a komodo dragon hatching!!

On the subject of copyright. I am not sure which of these, is or is not; nor do I know
who all the artists of them are, but just to be careful I give full credit to whoever/whomever did the art or took the picture.

Reminiscence

Do you ever get caught up in the past?
From when you were a little kid...
And wish that you could go back, to the freedom, and laughter,
and playing games using your imagination and basically nothing more.
Of course not all times were fun, but the fun happy memories are the ones that you try to remember.
I have many times like that where I reminiscence back to the past, I sort of wish that I could go back.
But then again I still have so much future ahead of me, so much to look forward to.
I just wonder, what if you could go back, what would it be like?
But never matter, I should just look to the present, and future....
Still plenty ahead, I wonder what will happen tomorrow?

New Poetry

Here is several new things of poetry.
I had to write them for school.
Tell me what you think.
___________________they are all using metaphors__________


5-20-08

The Moon

The moon is a shining face,
It looks on us from above.

Watching us with poise and grace
It does its nightly guard;

Giving light to all-
It makes up stories
About us all down here,
Fairy-tales, if you will, and tells them to the stars.

It is a shining face,
That laughs at everything
We do-
And thinks us so strange
For living on a planet
That is so very green and blue.
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this next one is a Metaphors about people type of poem.
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5-20-08


I am a bird,
My song whistles through the air,
Like a leaf I rustle in the wind.
Young and not yet old,
I am a clay pot,
Created blue
Like the sky,
Free and Caring-
I am hope fluttering through.
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this one is from todays assignment 5-21-08
It is from metaphors about thoughts and emotions.
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Wave

In my dreams I am a wave,
Rolling, and tossed about the sea.
Flying through the air I take the shape of
A bird and beat my wings-
My bright blue and silver feathers shine
Above the sea.

But as I dive down,
And my fair form hits the waves-
Into them I return.

I am tossed to and fro,
As a lonely wave,
For I have no friends to comfort me
On this long and tiresome journey.

And as I am tossed I hit a bank of seaweed,
Out of it I emerge an otter,
With bright blue and silver fur.
I spend my days napping, and diving for food
Among the reeds,
And with my new found friends.

As I swim among the reeds one day,
I am caught up in an angry wave,
A large and engulfing wave,
One such one that I used to be.
And it drives me back out to sea.

And once again I am tossed,
Along the lonely verge I cross-
Into darkness and never ending void.

I am still that dream,
Changed only in form-
For once again I am given new life.

The wave drives me into a cave,
And I am dashed against the sides.
My fur is torn from my hide.

Out of the cave I emerge-
A mermaid,
Fair and blue,
With hair the color of the tropical sea.
And now I swim, constant in form-
Never forgetting my past in which I was a
Wave!

Tag! You're It

Hello!! I have been tagged by Auberne' Ancalimon
for 6 random things about me.
The Rules
Tagging Rules:
a. Link to the person who tagged you.
b. Post the rules on your blog.
c. Write six random things about yourself.
d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
e. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment at their
blog.
f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
OK then, lets get cracking!
1)I carry coupons in my wallet
2)I was born in a foreign country, Australia!!
3)I think that artificial sweeteners are one of the nastiest things
4)I put ketchup on my ketchup!!But don't whack me on the head, I am trying to cut back.
5)I have done cruel things to insects..ex: Pull limb from limb on a grasshopper.
6)The first 7 years of my life only one year was spent in the USA

Well I can't think of six people. I can only think of 3, so here they are:

Dark Ravyn

Gen aka iambeezits

Liset

That is it... :)

Verse Of The Day

May 12th, 2008
Sorry again, today is today, and this will be published kinda late, I try to have it usually publish at like 3 AM so that it will be up all day, but this one is late.

Verses

Numbers 22:21-41

Balaam's Donkey

21 Balaam got up in the morning, saddled his donkey and went with the princes of Moab. 22 But God was very angry when he went, and the angel of the LORD stood in the road to oppose him. Balaam was riding on his donkey, and his two servants were with him. 23 When the donkey saw the angel of the LORD standing in the road with a drawn sword in his hand, she turned off the road into a field. Balaam beat her to get her back on the road.

24 Then the angel of the LORD stood in a narrow path between two vineyards, with walls on both sides. 25 When the donkey saw the angel of the LORD, she pressed close to the wall, crushing Balaam's foot against it. So he beat her again.

26 Then the angel of the LORD moved on ahead and stood in a narrow place where there was no room to turn, either to the right or to the left. 27 When the donkey saw the angel of the LORD, she lay down under Balaam, and he was angry and beat her with his staff. 28 Then the LORD opened the donkey's mouth, and she said to Balaam, "What have I done to you to make you beat me these three times?"

29 Balaam answered the donkey, "You have made a fool of me! If I had a sword in my hand, I would kill you right now."

30 The donkey said to Balaam, "Am I not your own donkey, which you have always ridden, to this day? Have I been in the habit of doing this to you?"
"No," he said.

31 Then the LORD opened Balaam's eyes, and he saw the angel of the LORD standing in the road with his sword drawn. So he bowed low and fell facedown.

32 The angel of the LORD asked him, "Why have you beaten your donkey these three times? I have come here to oppose you because your path is a reckless one before me. [a] 33 The donkey saw me and turned away from me these three times. If she had not turned away, I would certainly have killed you by now, but I would have spared her."

34 Balaam said to the angel of the LORD, "I have sinned. I did not realize you were standing in the road to oppose me. Now if you are displeased, I will go back."

35 The angel of the LORD said to Balaam, "Go with the men, but speak only what I tell you." So Balaam went with the princes of Balak.

36 When Balak heard that Balaam was coming, he went out to meet him at the Moabite town on the Arnon border, at the edge of his territory. 37 Balak said to Balaam, "Did I not send you an urgent summons? Why didn't you come to me? Am I really not able to reward you?"

38 "Well, I have come to you now," Balaam replied. "But can I say just anything? I must speak only what God puts in my mouth."

39 Then Balaam went with Balak to Kiriath Huzoth. 40 Balak sacrificed cattle and sheep, and gave some to Balaam and the princes who were with him. 41 The next morning Balak took Balaam up to Bamoth Baal, and from there he saw part of the people.

Part of me laughs when I read this... Not at Balaam beating his donkey, but at the donkey herself. This passage is one of so so many that shows what God can do. Imagine this: -Depending on what kind of pet you have, dog, cat, etc.- you are going about your day and your dog is loyally following you around and all of the sudden says to you: "why are you such an idiot", of course you have to think before that to something that you might have done, like ignoring your dog or something, anything. Would you just start speaking back to your dog, or would you be totally taken aback?
I would probably be the latter. One of the main things that stands out to me is that when confronted Balaam corrects himself and does exactly what God asked him to.

Poetry
The Raven
By Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!


Yes I know it is Edgar Allan Poe, again. But I thought that this one was interesting.
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
By William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Double poetry for today YAY.. Thought that I would put something to lighten up the mood a bit.

~Quote Corner~

"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart." ~ William Wordsworth

"I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more." ~ William Wordsworth

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Till next time,
Imagination

Verse Of The Day

May 11, 2008

I know that I am kinda late with this one, today being almost over and all.
But I am still doing it.
BTW
Happy Mother's Day!!! To all the mother's out there.

Verse
I thought about doing a special one today being Mother's Day and all, but no time so here goes the next book of the Bible:
Leviticus 26:1-13
Reward for Obedience
1 " 'Do not make idols or set up an image or a sacred stone for yourselves, and do not place a carved stone in your land to bow down before it. I am the LORD your God.

2 " 'Observe my Sabbaths and have reverence for my sanctuary. I am the LORD.

3 " 'If you follow my decrees and are careful to obey my commands, 4 I will send you rain in its season, and the ground will yield its crops and the trees of the field their fruit. 5 Your threshing will continue until grape harvest and the grape harvest will continue until planting, and you will eat all the food you want and live in safety in your land.

6 " 'I will grant peace in the land, and you will lie down and no one will make you afraid. I will remove savage beasts from the land, and the sword will not pass through your country. 7 You will pursue your enemies, and they will fall by the sword before you. 8 Five of you will chase a hundred, and a hundred of you will chase ten thousand, and your enemies will fall by the sword before you.

9 " 'I will look on you with favor and make you fruitful and increase your numbers, and I will keep my covenant with you. 10 You will still be eating last year's harvest when you will have to move it out to make room for the new. 11 I will put my dwelling place [a] among you, and I will not abhor you. 12 I will walk among you and be your God, and you will be my people. 13 I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of Egypt so that you would no longer be slaves to the Egyptians; I broke the bars of your yoke and enabled you to walk with heads held high.


This section is interesting seeing all that the Israelites started with: wealth, blessing after blessing from God, their enemies being pursued by them- and them being short so many compared to their enemies; in a realistically played out battle, that would usually never happen, those with the numbers would overpower the smaller and win, not being in bondage under Egypt, and so much more that isn't even mentioned.
Did they thank God, yes of course they did, but think about how often it mentions them complaining to Moses- in a sense God-, when yes maybe they didn't really have any food, or maybe they were thirsty and needed fresh water to drink?
So, if they wouldn't have complained, and would've just prayed, and thanked God that they were still alive, he would've given them what they needed, all they had to do was ask basically.
Don't you think that they would've learned that by now. Sorry I'm kinda going down a Rabbit trail mentioning stuff from previous chapters.
But, how often do we just genuinely thank Him and trust that He will provide us with everything? Speaking for myself, I do thank Him, but not as much as I should, and yes I trust that He will provide what I need, but not in His time, in my time, I want it now.
Another thing that is interesting about this is that the next section of the chapter is titled Punishment For Disobedience ,
so God doesn't just tell them all the happy, fun loving stuff, and then move on.
No He nails them with all that will happen and go badly if they don't follow Him and obey. Here is a sample: verse 21 "If you remain hostile towards me and refuse to listen to me, I will multiply your afflictions seven times over, as your sins deserve..
I haven't read all of it but, do you think that the Israelites really paid attention to all of what God is telling them now, or did they just take the prosperity and safety for granted?

Poetry
Todays poetry is by: Auberne' Ancalimon

Fall

Cast away like a damp old rag,
the summer is gone, leaving the fall to come.
With it's brittle leaves and darken sky,
I will sit by my fire, sipping my tea.
And reading a book of sunny day's gone.


Thanks Auberne' its awesome!!

Quotes of the Day
Todays quotes have also been contributed by Auberne' Thanks again!!

"Every blade of grass has it's angel that bends over it and whispers, Grow, Grow." --- Talmud

"Imagination is more important than knowledge." --- Albert Einstein


That is it for today, thanks again, enjoy and Happy Mother's Day, again!!
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Till next time,
Imagination

Verse of The Day

May 10th, Saturday


Verse

Exodus 3-4:17
Moses and the Burning Bush

1 Now Moses was tending the flock of Jethro his father-in-law, the priest of Midian, and he led the flock to the far side of the desert and came to Horeb, the mountain of God. 2 There the angel of the LORD appeared to him in flames of fire from within a bush. Moses saw that though the bush was on fire it did not burn up. 3 So Moses thought, "I will go over and see this strange sight—why the bush does not burn up."

4 When the LORD saw that he had gone over to look, God called to him from within the bush, "Moses! Moses!"
And Moses said, "Here I am."

5 "Do not come any closer," God said. "Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground." 6 Then he said, "I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob." At this, Moses hid his face, because he was afraid to look at God.

7 The LORD said, "I have indeed seen the misery of my people in Egypt. I have heard them crying out because of their slave drivers, and I am concerned about their suffering. 8 So I have come down to rescue them from the hand of the Egyptians and to bring them up out of that land into a good and spacious land, a land flowing with milk and honey—the home of the Canaanites, Hittites, Amorites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusites. 9 And now the cry of the Israelites has reached me, and I have seen the way the Egyptians are oppressing them. 10 So now, go. I am sending you to Pharaoh to bring my people the Israelites out of Egypt."

11 But Moses said to God, "Who am I, that I should go to Pharaoh and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?"

12 And God said, "I will be with you. And this will be the sign to you that it is I who have sent you: When you have brought the people out of Egypt, you [a] will worship God on this mountain."

13 Moses said to God, "Suppose I go to the Israelites and say to them, 'The God of your fathers has sent me to you,' and they ask me, 'What is his name?' Then what shall I tell them?"

14 God said to Moses, "I am who I am . [b] This is what you are to say to the Israelites: 'I AM has sent me to you.' "

15 God also said to Moses, "Say to the Israelites, 'The LORD, [c] the God of your fathers—the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob—has sent me to you.' This is my name forever, the name by which I am to be remembered from generation to generation.

16 "Go, assemble the elders of Israel and say to them, 'The LORD, the God of your fathers—the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob—appeared to me and said: I have watched over you and have seen what has been done to you in Egypt. 17 And I have promised to bring you up out of your misery in Egypt into the land of the Canaanites, Hittites, Amorites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusites—a land flowing with milk and honey.'

18 "The elders of Israel will listen to you. Then you and the elders are to go to the king of Egypt and say to him, 'The LORD, the God of the Hebrews, has met with us. Let us take a three-day journey into the desert to offer sacrifices to the LORD our God.' 19 But I know that the king of Egypt will not let you go unless a mighty hand compels him. 20 So I will stretch out my hand and strike the Egyptians with all the wonders that I will perform among them. After that, he will let you go.

21 "And I will make the Egyptians favorably disposed toward this people, so that when you leave you will not go empty-handed. 22 Every woman is to ask her neighbor and any woman living in her house for articles of silver and gold and for clothing, which you will put on your sons and daughters. And so you will plunder the Egyptians."
Signs for Moses
1 Moses answered, "What if they do not believe me or listen to me and say, 'The LORD did not appear to you'?"

2 Then the LORD said to him, "What is that in your hand?"
"A staff," he replied.

3 The LORD said, "Throw it on the ground."
Moses threw it on the ground and it became a snake, and he ran from it. 4 Then the LORD said to him, "Reach out your hand and take it by the tail." So Moses reached out and took hold of the snake and it turned back into a staff in his hand. 5 "This," said the LORD, "is so that they may believe that the LORD, the God of their fathers—the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob—has appeared to you."

6 Then the LORD said, "Put your hand inside your cloak." So Moses put his hand into his cloak, and when he took it out, it was leprous, [a] like snow.

7 "Now put it back into your cloak," he said. So Moses put his hand back into his cloak, and when he took it out, it was restored, like the rest of his flesh.

8 Then the LORD said, "If they do not believe you or pay attention to the first miraculous sign, they may believe the second. 9 But if they do not believe these two signs or listen to you, take some water from the Nile and pour it on the dry ground. The water you take from the river will become blood on the ground."

10 Moses said to the LORD, "O Lord, I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor since you have spoken to your servant. I am slow of speech and tongue."

11 The LORD said to him, "Who gave man his mouth? Who makes him deaf or mute? Who gives him sight or makes him blind? Is it not I, the LORD ? 12 Now go; I will help you speak and will teach you what to say."

13 But Moses said, "O Lord, please send someone else to do it."

14 Then the LORD's anger burned against Moses and he said, "What about your brother, Aaron the Levite? I know he can speak well. He is already on his way to meet you, and his heart will be glad when he sees you. 15 You shall speak to him and put words in his mouth; I will help both of you speak and will teach you what to do. 16 He will speak to the people for you, and it will be as if he were your mouth and as if you were God to him. 17 But take this staff in your hand so you can perform miraculous signs with it."



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That is a long group of verses I know, a whole chapter, and part of another.
But it was good. One of the main things that stands out to me
is that God repeatedly reassures and shows miraculous signs to Moses.
But yet through it all Moses continually says why me?, and makes up more and more
excuses.
God paved his way and would have made it possible if Moses, would've just said yes ok
I'll do whatever you want me to.
But then when I think of that, how much like Moses am I in everyday life?
With my parents how am I like that, not just with God?
When they ask me to do a chore or something that is completely not Exciting,
do I just jump up ecstatically, at a challenge or hard task or even just a chore, to
do whatever it was,NO! Not usually.


Poetry

The Bells
By:Edgar Allan Poe

I
Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars, that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

II
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten golden-notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the future!how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

III
Hear the loud alarum bells!
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now-now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!

IV
Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people-ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.


~Quote Corner~




this time its a double bonus two quotes for the day!!


* We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. Aristotle

* If we did all the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astonish ourselves.
Thomas Edison

Verse of the Day

This is something that I have been wanting to do, but have not had the time. But when I discovered that you could write a post and then set the publish date and time, for another day and another time, I said yes I can finally do this. Because I don't get on the computer everyday, or when I do I may not have enough time to take time to write a post unless it is during lunch so without further adieu I will explain what this post series will contain.
This so-called "post series" that I am going to do will be a scripture verse a day, something that I got from that verse, maybe a quote from a famous person, maybe even a short poem- by others, once in awhile by me. Then the comments will be left open for you of course... To say whatever your little heart desires about what the post contained, but you already know that so.... Good Night and Good Luck.

Verse: Genesis 12:1-7 NIV
The Call of Abram

1 The Lord had said to Abram, "Leave your country, your people and your father's
household and go to the land I will show you.
2 "I will make you into a great nation
and I will bless you;
I will make your name great,
and you will be a blessing.
3 I will bless those who bless you,
and whoever curses you I will curse;
and all peoples on earth
will be blessed through you."

4 So Abram left, as the Lord had told him;
and lot went with him. Abram was seventy-
five years old when he set out from Haran.
5 He took his wife Sarai, his nephew Lot, all the possessions they had accumulated
and the people they had acquired in Haran, and they set out for the land of Canaan, and they
arrived there.
6 Abram traveled through the land as far as
the site of the great tree of Moreh at Shechem.
At that time the Canaanites were in the land.
7 The Lord appeared to Abram and said
"To your offspring I will give this land."
So he built an altar there to the Lord, who had appeared to him.


Comment:
What catches me most about this passage was when God asked Abram to leave his home, where he had grown up, the only place he had known his whole life so far. And Abram did without arguing or asking why me God?, or staying at home for awhile longer and than finally going. He said YES! and packed up right away, and left.
Another point is when The Lord appears to Abram and says that he is going to give "this land" to his offspring.
Abram did not sit around asking why, but rather he praises God right away.
Yes, we would praise too, but how many of you think that you would sit around awhile thinking about that,
asking ridiculous questions, and then upon finding the answer praise Him? (and btw you don't have to answer that)
Another thing, how many of us would do what Abram did when God asked him to leave the only place he knew.
Imagine yourself in that situation, would you just pack up with no questions asked and leave right away?
Knowing myself I would probably sadly have to say no, I would probably ask a few questions if not lots and then pack up and go.



Quote of the Day:

"If you would not be forgotten
As soon as you are dead and rotten,
Either write things worthy reading,
Or do things worth the writing."
Benjamin Franklin


Poetry/Prose:
Since I have none from you yet, I shall do a new one, by: myself...

The Simplicities
surround me,
Little birds swift this way and that,
And their song fills the outer air,
Adding to the music already made
By a voice.

There is a lone flower,
And orange, but read beauty
Growing in a planter box.
A bee flies landing on an upward purple
Flower, spreading and collection pollen.

A lone little bird perches on a little branch
Imagining that it is the king or queen
Of a giant tree,
Way up in the sky.

The birds fly from the plant's small but
sustainable refuge, to the roof of a building.
A meeting place I suspect, they spread out
All over the air,
To one place than the next.
To a tall fern like plant they fly wafting and fluttering
All over,
Painting a simple, yet complicated work of art.
The simplicities catch my eye-
And fill my senses,
Capturing my whole being...


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Till next time...
Imagination :)

Calling all poets!! And Those that are eloquent with speech, that love to Quote!!

"Calling all poets to the stage!!" Calling all poets.
I am starting a mini series of posts and I would love to have the readers of this blog submit poetry
for it . It can be something that you have written, or just a poem by someone that you really like.
I will have this so called "series" of posts once everyday, hopefully.
If you would like to I am also going to put a quote.
So if you would so wish to participate, I would be very glad and joyous.

Here is my explanation of what this post series is going to contain: a verse of prose or poetry, a quote of the day (by some dead person or you), and some scripture verses and something that I took from them.
I have been wanting to do this for a long time.
How do I do this submit thingy?
Well here's how:
If you (are a friend and) know my email, then you can submit it that way, with the subject being- verse, poetry/prose, and quote of the day for your blog-, or if you don't then you can submit it as a comment to this post( even if you do know my email you can still submit it as a comment to this post). I will give you credit of course, you can give your name if you want, or I will just use your username from your blog, if you are one to send me an email then please specify which you would prefer, and please if it is poetry or prose include a title-if you have one-.
Any questions just ask. :)
Thanks,
Looking forward to comments.

Can You Guess This Plant?

Ok here is a plant that we have in our small side yard garden, I have been watching it grow full of excitement. There are 5 other plants of this same type in the garden...But this just happens to be the biggest....
I am going to put some pictures as clues, maybe some riddle things too..Although I am not very good at those.







If you haven't already guessed.... Which who knows, some of you will probably be familiar with it and others not... But since I am not so great with riddles, this should be pretty easy.

I start from something edible,
I grow eyes,
You cut me up and then plant me in the soil,
I have a bush like shape,
I yield produce that is neither fruit nor that which cometh from the vine,
Flowers sprout on my beautiful green, I then shrivel up and go brown,
After which you harvest what I have yielded you.
What am I?

A New Poem.... Let me know what you think.

She, the lonely wanderer
Coasted through the pass,
And on her ghostly form I saw
A gown of pale colors and hues
Mostly of blue,
It shivered about her presence as if it were
Not there.

She, the lonely wanderer
Was herself pale
And when she looked up she startled me,
For the only thing that was not pale about
Her-
Was her deep sea eyes.
They stare at me and transfixed me there
I stood.
They seemed to contain other worlds, and
Times and places; than that of my own.
They were deep and never endingless-
Fair, but yet dark-
Smooth, but yet rough, for all the crags that they contained-
And there I was frozen in my dream for all
Time.

She, the lonely wanderer
Stood over me like a guardian angel.
For though her beauty could make any man
Run into chaos, and turmoil, and strife,
For all falling
For her, wars would rage, and they
Would all be at loss, for she would never
Love any man.
She was my great protector, and a fierce
Warrior Queen. She had only look them in the
Eye, and then they would run in terror at
Some awful thing.

I did not know how such a thing was
Done,
For I had made connection, and her eyes had not
Been unforeboding terror and horror to me.
They had told a never ending story of
Worlds unknown to me.
But maybe it is because they are her
Enemies, and I am not.

She, the lonely wanderer.
Coasts through my dreams.

Yes, Its a Friendship Poem, from the bygone days of 7th Grade year

Ok here is a new poem.... well actually it is old I wrote this in 7th Grade on 3-15-06.
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A Real Friend


What is a real friend?
Do you really know?
Most people in our world today think that it is a hi here or
There or maybe lets do something sometime and then it never
Happens.
Well I think that a real friend is...
Someone you can cry with
Laugh with
Talk with
Someone that will hear you out
Even when your times get tough.
Someone that you can spend tons and tons of time with
Or maybe even make memories together that will last a lifetime
So even when you are old and gray just remember what I say
"Never forget what we did or even what we said because our memories
Are something that should last forever and never be forgotten."
Even though you may think that this poem goes on forever what
I am really trying to say is that even when troubled times come your
Way just remember that I am always there for you!

Moments

Written April 17, 2008
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In those moments of silence
And peace,
Those moments when no one
Utters a word,
The moments when no
Lips are bringing forth messages
The simple things are heard,
And time just seems to stand still.

The tinkling melody of a wind chime
Can be heard and appreciated,
Nature can swarm with
All those little things
That you normally wouldn't take the time
To notice,
So although that clock still ticks,
And time wafts past you-
It feels as if it has all froze
In a eternal capsule
Of serenity.

But when the lips
Move and out breaks the
Sound of human speech,
That is when the spell of
Time is nonexistence
Is broken.

April Fools

So for my April Fools Day Trick I decided that I would
super glue a quarter to the side walk. And what did I succeed in doing?
I succeeded in super gluing my fingers together.
Well not really, but I have super glue jammed up my finger nails. Not to mention
stuck on my fingers creating a sand paper like feel.
Yes, I still want to try an April Fools trick or prank and actually succeed.
But, for now I suppose I should just concentrate on scraping the glue out of my nails.
Either that or pulling it off of my fingers.
Did the quarter actually stick to the sidewalk? No!!
But I am sure that I could get it to stick to my fingers.
So that is my not so smart tale.
Oh, and my advice for the day:" Don't play with superglue!"
Because it will end up stuck on you!

A Poem.... by Matthew Arnold "Dover Beach"

Matthew Arnold (1822-1888)

Dover Beach

THE sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the Straits;—on the French coast, the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the ebb meets the moon-blanch'd sand,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The sea of faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd;
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating to the breath
Of the night-wind down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.


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what do you think? It is an amazing poem...

Naughty Old Women

Midnight Mystery Lady

written 03-19-08



Midnight Mystery Lady

Her midnight black hair billows all around
Her angelic face with its angular
Perfection.

She sweeps through the lands which have a
Poverty stricken population and weeps
For her people.
Knowing that she can not do very much
For them.

But as she flies over the land full of the
Spoiled and wealthy,
The land of those who only truly care for
Themselves-
She stays and keens for its people knowing
That these are the only people whom she can
Not help at all.

Her loving hands care for the sick and those
Who can not help themselves...
Her eyes give strength to the weak and dying
So that they may move on...to either peace
Or life.

She is the helper,
But she can help only those who
Will accept it.

She is the mystery behind
The veil, the masterpiece that has
Yet to be given a name.
But there she is...
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what do you think?

Some thing to get us even more ready for spring

The feel and look of things has taken on the air of spring.
The sky is blue, the wind light, new life budding everywhere
That I look.

Blossoms on the tree:
All with poise and grace,
But each color and shape unique in its own way.

The clouds are graceful and pure white-
Not in anyway ominous and gray,
Not in anyway sad or angry,
But happy and joyful!

The sound of life is there somewhere,
But not in full swing, yet.
It is like that of a grandfather clock that needs to be wound every night
So that in the morning the time is right and no one is put off to a late start.
The clock of the season is being wound, correctly but, slowly and it will come...

The Subject

This post is for the poll.
So that you can talk about which one you like the best, if you want to, or ask others
which one they think they like the best, if you can't make up your mind.
But I think that you should be able to, I'm not that good.
I will try to extend the poll so that it can go longer, also I made the poll so that you can choose more than one answer when voting. When it ends which I will try to make the end of this month, I will choose the one with the most votes, so please vote so I can choose. The contest is actually something that I got through an email. Here are some pointers that the Editors gave- When Reviewing Poetry . . .-:

* Establish a specific writing style (i.e. rhymed verse, blank verse, etc.)
* Use vivid imagery and be descriptive throughout the poem
* Use poetic elements
(i.e. metaphor, simile, tone, emotions, etc.)

* Avoid using clichés
* Be original

So I hope that will help you if you need some help if you can't form a decisive opinion by yourself, which is me most of the time.






Ok here is a change of pace, what if I submitted it to a magazine, what do you think of that instead? It might get into the magazine, but it might not. Although, it is still the same with the contest thing. Feed back, what do you think? Should I do that instead? One more thing the magazine has contests too. Poetry, fiction, nonfiction...
All sorts of genre.

One more thing does any one have any more ideas for a title for my story, I might submit that too. But you have to have a title for the manuscript.

One New Poem

The pale moonlight shines down through the branches,
And illuminates my path.
The sky is clear, the stars shine with brilliance
On this wintry eve,
No snow has fallen, no no snow will fall,
As I walk along this lonely path,
I look up to see a tree with the light shine down
through it highlighting either life or death,
Full branches or bare.

The lonely branches scream out for spring
Calling, waiting for it to come,
So that they can burst with new life.
Spring is in bloom,
Just like a perfectly timeless rose,
Blooming to show its serene beauty to all,
But never wilting, never taking its life cycle
Fully.
The birds call out from the branches,
Whistling a pretty melody
That blends together into the
Song of nature that we hear
And sometimes long for when
Life gets busy, Too busy.

Suddenly a cold chill brings me back to reality,
Spring has not yet bloomed like that timeless rose.
It is still winter,
The chill reaches to us,
And the wind rustles the branches of bare trees.
Spring will still come,
All life takes its course.
The seasons must do so also.

Some Song Lyrics that're really good

Lord Reign In Me

(Brenton Brown)


Over all the earth
You reign on high
Every mountain stream
Every sunset sky
But my one request
Lord my only aim
Is that You’d reign in me again

Lord reign in me
Reign in Your power
Over all my dreams
In my darkest hour
You are the Lord
Of all I am
So won’t You reign in me again

Over every thought
Over every word
May my life reflect
The beauty of my Lord
‘Cause you mean more to me
Than any earthly thing
So won’t You reign in me again
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How Great Is Our God
Chris Tomlin
VERSE(1):
The splendor of a King,
Clothed in majesty
Let all the earth rejoice,
All the earth rejoice
He wraps himself in light,
And darkness tries to hide
And trembles at his voice,
And trembles at his voice

CHORUS(1):
How great is our God,
sing with me
How great is our God,
and all who sing
How great, How great
Is our God

VERSE(2):
Age to age he stands
And time is in His Hands
Beginning and the End,
Beginning and the End
The Godhead, Three in one
Father, Spirit, Son
The Lion and the Lamb,
The Lion and the Lamb

CHORUS(1):
How great is our God,
sing with me
How great is our God,
and all who sing
How great, How great
Is our God

CHORUS(2)
Name above all names
You are Worthy of all praise
and My heart will sing how great
Is our God
(x2)

CHORUS(1):
How great is our God,
Sing with me
How great is our God,
and all who sing
How great, How great
Is our God


CHORUS(1):
How great is our God,
Sing with me
How great is our God,
and who sing
How great, How great
Is our God

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And here is a new one. from a CD that my mom recently got from a friend
all of the songs on it are inspired by the classic book of Puritan Prayers
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In The Valley
based on "The Valley of Vision"by Arthur Bennett

Verse 1

When you lead to the valley of vision
I can see You in the heights
And though my humbling wouldn't be my decision
It's here Your glory shines so bright
So let me learn that the cross precedes the crown
To be low is to be high
That the valley's where You make me
more like Christ

Chorus

Let me find Your grace in the valley
Let me find Your life in my death
Let me find Your joy in my sorrow
Your wealth in my need
That You're near with every breath
In the valley

Verse 2

In the daytime there are stars in the heavens
But they only shine at night
And the deeper that I go into darkness
The more I see their radiant light
So let me learn that my losses are my gain
To be broken is to heal
That the valley's where Your power is revealed
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Just thought that I'd share that with you all. :)

Here is the story all though I am not sure what to call it. Give me some suggestions will you? Please :)

Blue eyes, with the fire of turquoise and tropical ocean, stared out from a cover of bushes as the day passed by. Distinguished men in formal attire and elegant ladies in beautiful dresses passed by in carriages drawn by majestic black stallions, adorned with jewels of ruby and amethyst, on the cobbled street. By contrast, the observant, in very essence and position, poor, was dressed in ragged clothing and had been wearing such as long as she could remember. Her hair was the black of a midnight sky. Birds of many varieties called out from cages of wood, waiting to be sold at market, in a booth constructed of green tapestry. They longed to be free! The fugitive of poor birth and station, dressed in a ragged old dress, that may have once been beautiful, was known as Aria. Aria lived on a very poor farm with her parents and 2 siblings, more children had been granted to the family, but they all had died from sickness or famine within the first 2 months of their short lives. She was the oldest, her two younger brothers were 5 and 6 years. They were very rowdy and weren't very good at helping with the many chores that accompanied owning a farm. The older, Sam, claimed green eyes of Emerald and had the same midnight black hair as Aria. The youngest living of the children, had been christened Connor and did not look at all like the rest of the family. He had bright blonde hair, that shown like that of the moon, and deep auburn eyes. Aria should have been at home helping with the chores, but she had secretly sneaked off to town, after hearing that many a royalty would be passing through this day. Naturally she wanted to see if they were anything like all the stories she had read. Rich, rode in carriages of satin and silk, wore the fanciest most fashionable clothing of the day, and were adorned with precious and valuable stones and jewels. Most were very rude and unpleasant, given but a few nice ones. Aria's mind was a very imaginative one and she had been cuffed in the head many a time by her parents for daydreaming while the chores needed doing.
So on this particular day, Aria, who loved stories and could even read them, just had to get a glimpse of what she would never have, but had read ever so much about. The royalties began arriving, about 5 minutes after she had located her hiding station. It was wonderful, there were so many colors. Most with their high class snobery, hid behind the curtains of their carriages while some had the curtains open and were taking in the scenery and the country air. They were so beautiful, Aria thought, with their hair done up all fancy like and their dresses of many different hues of blues, purples, pinks, and even greens. Of course, there were boys too. Some were even Aria's age, but looked much nicer, in their clothing of course.One of the boys, when he got out of his carriage walked over to her bush and saw her, but before he could say anything she put her finger to her lips in a warning to be silent, he apparently understood her desperate plea and brusquely walked away.
She saw the market unfold before her as more and more pretty people, as she like to call them, arrived. There were even more colors as merchants continued setting up booths and laying out their merchandise. There were, brooches, precious stones set in necklaces and bracelets, expensive cloth of many colors, various animals in cages, and lastly there were food stalls of small delicacies to eat. As she was taking all of this in she did not notice that the boy who had seen her before had snuck up behind her, until she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Aria turned around with a flash, and saw the kind face looking at her from the same eye level. “Oh.” She said.
“What do you mean, oh?” asked the boy.
“Oh nothing, nothing at all, am I bothering you? 'Cause if I am I can leave. “ Aria said boldly.
The boy, noticing the boldness, calmly replied,“Oh no, definitely not. I would not think so, I was just wondering if you would like this..” At that he took his hand from behind his back and produced a pear. It looked wonderfully juicy, and looked to be the most delicious thing that Aira had ever laid eyes on.
“Why are you being nice to me? I don't even know you” she asked.
“No, reason, you just looked a bit hungry.” said the boy. “By the way, my name is Ed.”
“Do you mean Edward?” Aria asked.
“Yes, that is all of it, but most every one I know calls me Ed.”
“Well, yes I do suppose that I am a bit hungry, but how do I know that you haven't done something to it?” she said eyeing the pear somewhat distrustfully.
“Ok, I'll prove it to you.” As he said this he took out a little pocket-knife, it gleamed wonderfully in the sun. He then proceeded to cut a small chunk out of the pear, after the fact he popped it into his mouth and chewed it very pleasantly. “See”. Edward said.”I haven't done anything to it, else why would I have eaten any.”
“Oh all right, I believe you.” She said taking the pear from his hand, and biting daintily into its flesh. “ You, still haven't answered my question totally.” Aria said through mouthfuls of the delicious pear. “Normally, your kind stick up their noses at people like me.” She said sadly.
“Well...” replied Ed. “I am not like that. My mother is though and....” He was cut off abruptly by someone calling his name.
“Edward, Edward. Come here right this instant.”
“That would be my mother, I have to go. But before I do, I have to ask something.” He said as he stood up.
“What?” Aria asked.
“Can you read?” He said.
“Yes, why?” She replied slowly.
“ I will write you a note and leave it right there between those two branches, before I leave. We come here every market day.” He said. She didn't have time to say anything back, but instead just nodded her head as he walked off.
'That was interesting..' Aria said to herself. “Well I best be off, but before I go where is a stick.” She found a good one, perfect for writing with, and then began to inscribe a note in the dirt. It read:
Dear Edward,
I just wanted to say thank you for the pear.
It was delicious, I have never had one before.
What is your house like? It must be very big.
Do you have any pets or brothers and sisters?
I have so many questions. But I suppose you might have some too.
So, I have 2 brothers, of 5 and 6 years. The elder is Sam and the younger
is called Connor. Our farm is down the road about 5 miles, I think.
It is a small house, but is quite full of people all the time, not to mention a few animals.
I have to go.
Bye, Aria.

At that she stuck the stick in the dirt next to the note and ran off towards the dirt road. She had made her mind up to come back tomorrow morning to see if there was any note left where he said it would be. Aria ran back to the farm with great agility and speed, not wanting to get back too late and get in trouble for not doing her chores when she was supposed to. Past the trees and pastures of Mr. and Mrs. McFurrough's land, she ran in long strides, like that of and ostrich I would suppose, and got to the barn just in time for dinner, if there would be any. Sure enough, the chickens, pigs, and their one plough horse, Jack, needed to be fed.
So she flung herself into action, and at that instant dashed into the barn, grabbed the pitchfork and dug it into the hay. Running, but slowly so as not to scare Jack, daintily toward the manger she dumped the first load into it. Aria, ran back and forth from the hay pile and in so doing filled Jack's manger. She snuck over to the oat sacks and grabbed a couple handfuls, then retreated back to the safety of the big soiled white coat of Jack's body. Sticking her hand full of the oats out to Jack's muzzle, she noticed that his water trough needed filling. He ate the oats gratefully, and whinnied softly. She stroked him gently and then ran off to grab a bucket. Aria found one lying next to the door into the barn picked it up gingerly, and ran off towards the well. Setting that bucket down on the ground, she lowered the well bucket down slowly with the cranking of the handle and then pulled it up even slower, the sides sloshing with water. Picking up the larger bucket she dumped the water from one bucket to the other. She repeated this step several more times, after each time of filling the larger bucket with the water collected she made sure that it was balanced well on the edge of the well. When the bucket was full enough to her liking she hefted it into her arms and carried it slowly to the barn, making sure, all the while to spill as little as possible. Seeing Jack eat was a funny sight Aria thought, especially when you intruded on his meal time. Clicking her tongue softly she poured the water into his trough and strode off to find the chicken feed. All this while she had been pondering her meeting with Edward.
Finding the feed and the bucket in which to dump it was rather easy, and by now second nature to Aria. She filled the bucket half full and walked quickly over to the chicken coop. It had a small wooden fenced enclosure around it so that during the day the chickens could be in the sunlight, but at night they were ushered back into the coop after being fed. She sang softly as she threw the feed into the yard, and the chickens rushed over to the food, and fought for it as though they each hadn't had food in months. When she was done, she set the bucket in the enclosure and went to the front side of their house. In a bin, where it always was, sat the food that was to be taken to the pigs. Picking up the large bucket that always sat near, she filled it full and ran as fast as she could without spilling any, to the pigs pen. She dumped the food into the miniature trough that was used for the pigs and called out loudly, “Here pigs, here.” And sure enough, fast as a lazy pig would go, came the fattiest of all the pigs, not to mention the oldest. Aria ran back to the chickens place of refuge and ushered all the chickens into the coop and bolted the door. Then she picked up the other bucket that she had used earlier for the chickens and ran off toward the house. Tossing the pigs bucket in its proper place, she turned around and ran into the house, letting the door bang shut.
Everyone was seated at the table and there was an unusually large dinner set out. It must be a special occasion, she thought, but couldn't remember which it was. Aria set the bucket down slowly and went to wash her hands. She came back quickly and sat down slowly, making sure not to let the chair scoot. “Thank you for joining us so promptly Aria.” Said her mother.
“Have I missed something?” Aria asked.
“Yes.” Her mother replied. “Your cat had a very large litter of kittens.”
“Really?” She asked.
“Yes, and since it is your birthday, you get to keep one.” Her Mother replied.
“Truly, I knew that I had forgotten something.” Aria said in astonishment.
“Ha, ha. You are so funny Aria.” Laughed her brother Sam. “To think that you would forget ye' own birthday.”
“To think?” said Connor surprised.
“Thank you mother and father, thank you ever so much. How can I ever say thanks enough.” she said addressing her parents.
“Oh, well..” said her Father, Joseph, “You could start with getting to dinner a bit earlier.” He said jokingly.
“I'll try”. Aria acknowledged. “I do have a question,though, what are we going to do with the rest of the kittens?”
“That is one good question, but while I think, let's eat.” her Father said.
It truly was a glorious meal, especially for their family. There was mashed potatoes, chicken, rice, and to the surprise of everyone, vegetables. After everyone had had their fill, Resa, commonly called Mother, brought out a pie. It wasn't like any that you would have today, it was much better, for now days most people don't make pies any more. But this pie was fresh, steaming, and smelt of sweet apples. Connor enjoyed his pie so much that he was in despair and melancholy after he had finished, it truly was the best birthday ever, thought Aria, for what could any one want more, food enough to satisfy hunger, and a family that you love. “Well, now that I've had a thought, what do you think about having Aria bring the Kittens to market day and selling them, Resa?” Joseph said in a happy tone of mind.
“I think that that is a wonderful idea. What do you think Aria, dear?” Acknowledged her mother.
“I say, yes most definitely. I think that it is a jolly wonderful idea. When?” Said Aria, thinking again of meeting Edward.
“Well, next market day of course, the kittens should be old enough by then, to be separated from their mother.” Aria's mother and father replied in unison.
“Oh I almost forgot.” said Resa. “I have one other gift for you Aria.” At that she went into the sleeping side of the house and brought back with her a little parcel. “Go on open it.” she said anxiously.
At that Aria tore through the brown packaging swiftly to find a new dress, pressed, clean, and ready to wear. “I figured that you could use a nicer dress for special occasions, such as market day, and that your current one you could wear while you're at home, doing chores and such.”
“Oh thank you so much. I didn't expect anything, let alone a new dress and getting to keep one of the kittens. Thanks ever so much!” Aria said excitedly while quickly getting up and rushing over to both sides of the table to hug both of her parents. “All right..” said her father while being embraced. “Enough excitement for one day, my little girl is 13, and now off to bed with all of you, tomorrow is another day and we've all got work to do. first, though, Aria, I do suspect that you would like to take a peep at the kittens.” said her Father.
“Oh, yes.” Aria said joyously.
So father and daughter left the rest of the family at table, and walked to a corner of the one roomed farm house, that had a good sized wooden crate against it. The crate's contents were as follows, a beautiful midnight black cat with emerald green eyes and a dozen little, tiny kittens, most were at the mothers side sucking milk. While, the others, were fighting for a spot. In a hushed voice Aria said happily, “ Well, now, you make a fine mother, Emerald.” A small Meeow, was all that was heard in reply along with the purring that followed Aria petting Emerald's head softly.
“Time for bed you three.” Father announced promptly after walking quietly away from the cat.
“Do we have to?” Said Sam and Connor simultaneously.
“Yes, of course, now hop to it.” Joseph said.
The house was a quick scramble of Sam and Connor as they rushed off to bed with Aria on their trail. She drifted off to sleep hearing the voices of her parents in hushed tones, and to thinking of waking up early before the sun rose and her Da was awake.
Snap! Her eyes opened. She looked hastily around, but relaxed when she saw that her Da was still sleeping peacefully. Quickly Aria jumped out of bed, dressed quickly in her old dress, and brushed her hair. She stole out of the house quietly, and then ran like the lightning to where she had been just the other day. Sure, enough just as Ed had said he had left a note, in between two branches of her hiding bush. She took it out from its hiding place as quickly as she dared, careful not to rip it. Note in hand, she rushed back to the farm, but this time taking care to enjoy the beautiful morning that was dawning. As she neared the farm again, she walked slower and opened the note it read:
Dear Aria,
So, that is your name. I had been meaning to ask you.
Your life sounds rather exciting, even though mine is much more fancy.
The house of my occupancy, as my mother would call it, is a very large
Medieval Castle with lots of rooms that I've seen, and many more
still waiting to be explored. I have only one sister, and she is 20 and married.
So, as you can imagine, it is very dull.
Not to mention, I have private tutors, and spend 8 hours every day in study.
I have a horse though, his name is Blaze, we spend lots of time together.
He is an Arabian, I am not sure if you know what kind that is.
Well, I will look for you next market day, if I don't find you anywhere then
I will go to the bush and see if you've left any letter.
Yours Sincerely,
Ed.

By the time she had finished reading, Aria had reached the barn. It was a wonderful letter. Of course it would be for she had never had a real friend before. Well, at least she felt that she should call him a friend. He was the closest that she had ever got to one.
Aria decided that instead of going back to sleep, that she would help her father by doing the milking, or at least part of it. So she went through the proceedings of cleaning, with warm water of course, because she did not want to scare the cow. And then she pulled up a stool next to the cow, set the bucket beneath it, and began mechanically squirting milk into the pail. She comforted the mollie by talking in a sweet tone, and occasionally humming. When she finished she set the full pail in the cooling trough out of way of any cats that might sneak into the barn looking for a drip of milk. Aria decided to find a clean small saucer and fill it with the fresh milk, and then take it to Emerald. So that's exactly what she did. She found a saucer that was Ivory in color, and had a design of brilliant green vines that bloomed here and there with beautiful dark blue blossoms. She filled it carefully and took it to the crate where Emerald was with her kittens. laying it carefully next to Emerald's mouth. The cat lapped it up thankfully and mewed in thanks. Aria stroked the cat's head softly as she picked up the saucer and returned it to the kitchen, getting ready to wash it of course.
Resa awoke to the sound of a whistling kettle. Who would be up now? Joseph was still asleep there on the pillow next to her. She sat up slowly and looked around. Aria, was up? Normally she would still be sleeping now. Resa got up and dressed carefully minding not to wake anybody up just yet. Yes, the house was only one room, but they had managed to make a little barrier between where everyone slept and the kitchen side of the house. She walked softly into the kitchen, “Aria?”
“Yes, Ma. What is it?” Came Aria's reply.
“ Oh, nothing. I was just surprised that you were up.”
“Is no one else up then?” Aria said.
“No, not even Joseph.” Resa said in return.
“Should I start to make breakfast?” asked Aria.
“Yes, I don't see why not.” Her mother said.
“Oatmeal, again?” Aria said in a funny voice.
“Yes dear.”
“Oh all right then. When is next market day?”
“It is in six weeks.” Came her mother's reply.
“That is a long, time, but it is perfect for the kittens.” Aria said.
“Yes, there are smaller market days once every 2 weeks, but only those who live here go to those. The ones where people come from a ways are only once every 6 weeks.” Resa said. It was a good day, Aria made the oatmeal, even though this was the 14th time that they had had it in the week before and this week. Everyone laughed and talked a great deal over the meal. Joseph was glad to have the extra rest, and thanked his daughter for doing the milking. After breakfast everyone went about doing what was needed, Resa packed up the things to sell at the small market and left soon after, Aria did her usual chores quickly but thoroughly and was glad when she was finished. The boys as always played when they should have helped, but no matter everything got done.
At about noon both the boys were playing near the trees, Connor had actually climbed into one and was dangerously balancing on the thin outer part of one branch, even though Sam told him that it was foolishly unwise. All of the sudden, CRACK!! The branch gave way, and a loud shriek escaped from Connor's mouth before he hit the ground, landing heavily on his right leg. Sam ran panicking to Aria and shouted something unintelligible. Aria, seeing his panic stricken face followed Sam knowing that something had to have gone seriously wrong. He brought her to where Connor was laying on the ground, unconscious. “Go and fetch Da, I'll stay here with him. Run!” Said Aria hastily. As her brother took of she stared at Connor's cracked leg. She knew what she had to do. Rummaging through the broken branch, she found two pieces that would do perfectly for a splint. She pulled them off, and then sat next to Connor stroking his blonde hair. Soon enough Da arrived with Sam running to keep up with him, his little legs trembling horribly. “Here Da, I found 2 pieces.” Aria said lifting up the two small branches.
“Go and fetch some clean cloth, and put some water on to boil.”
“Yes Da.” Said Aria.
“What should I do?” Asked Sam. His Da's eyes told him that all he could do now was to go and open the door. He did so quickly. Joseph gently lifted his son off of the ground, being careful about the leg, and brought him into the house.
“Lay some clean sheets on top of this bed for me Aria.” She did so quickly. He set Connor down and said but one more thing before, rolling up his sleeves to set to work. “Is the water heated?” Aria nodded her head and went to fetch it. When she brought the water back, Sam had just presently entered the room, and handed Da some clean rags. Connor's pants were off and the leg looked horrible, thankfully it hadn't swollen any yet.
Joseph dipped some of the rags and wiped clean Connor's leg. Then he shooed Sam out of the room, and worked on setting Connor's leg. When that was done Connor came to.
“Wwwhatt.. happened?” He said then winced and started to cry when he felt the pain in his leg and suddenly remembered. Aria bowed down and kissed Connor on the forehead comforting him some.
The next weeks passed by slowly for the whole family. Chores were done, and everyone felt melancholy. Soon though, a diversion came, it was the day for the big market. Aria was excited because she would hopefully get to see Ed again. The kittens were loaded into the back of their wagon, and Aria sat in the back with them. She had picked one that looked just like its mother except that it had beautiful blue eyes. The rest were so cute, and Aria was sad to part with them, but it had to be done. So the rest of the day was spent bartering with rich folks on the price for which to buy a kitten. Ed and his mother came to their stand, and a spark of recognition and excitement ignited his eyes.
Ed and Aria spent many days conversing in secret, of Ed's mother, her family had found out and met him of course. They spent the days of summer talking, exchanging letters, and meeting when they could. The months then turned into years and their friendship grew. Both had now realized the true meaning of friendship. One day Aria handed Ed a piece of paper. It was beautifully adorned; Ed had given it to her for her 16th birthday. It read:
Now do I realize the true meaning,
Of friendship,
And summer days spent talking with you.
May this friendship last forever.

Many have had friends and many were they,
But were they as true and pure as we?
Did they last though through, the hardships of life,
And the disagreements that pop up in general conversation?
How many years shall it be that we will know each other to come?
How many will we be friends?
Forever more do I surely hope.

Ed looked at Aria with wonder, and then they both knew the truth, they would be friends for ever more. How much do we wonder if our current friends be our friends, are they true, or are they feign? How long shall they stay the first? Let this be the question posed, and let this unlikely tale of friendship be one part of the many answers that accompany it.
P.S. Ed's Mother finally found out about the friendship, but surprisingly she did not stop it.
The End

More, and yet More New Poems!! :P

YAYERS!!! more poems, you are prob. like oh great
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Written: 12-16-07 to 1-9-08

Raven

Through the air it glides
As it swoops to find food, or maybe some unseen treasure,
It has a keen mind
And its blackness is seen.

So many tricks,
Does it play
As it swoops and glides my way,
It fends for itself
And is also not much bigger than an elf.

Wings unfold
And Tales of old,
Eyes of black
And also a sack
Maybe of corn or some seed
Will it take to feed,
To feed upon and hid away
A blackness glides over a bay,
And there it flies the
Clever, black, Raven.
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Written: not sure but very recently

A Melody

A melody plays on the strings of your heart,
A song wafts through the air,
And it tugs on your loneliness, putting on airs in a spoiled way
Pulling you over to the window to view the
Sight below you.

The song continues to bewitch you-
With its beauty....
And all of the sudden it begins to fade,
Not realizing that your strength to withstand
It's pull was gone.
Your arms pull you through the open window
And you jump,
But the air catches you like a soft mattress,
And you soar upwards-
Following the bewitching melody on its journey
Through the clouds,
You feel as if you could follow it any
Where, any day for the rest of your life.
That nothing can harm you, as long as you
Are pursuing it.

This melody is
LOVE!!

Some must feel invincible,
Some must feel weak,
But in either-
There is
LOVE!!
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Finished writing it today

Untitled

The sky it stares me blank in the face,
As I look toward its place,
No, I do not dare to jump off the cliff,
Nor, do I dare to decipher this glyph,
It challenges me to take to the skies
And to dream of floating, seeing the world beneath the view of my eyes!
With the green and blue and white swirls below
The beauty is so great, but it all seems so low,
Underneath me it is, as I view it from space
With the stars and galaxy about me, I feel filled with wonder and awe as I view what was made by the great ace,
The great and majestic God, He who set this galaxy in place,
He who enabled me to write, and all others gifts to be, it feels as if I am staring at an image of His face.
Only an image, because though this view is great and beautiful He is greater and more majestic, which brings me back to the sky.
Its blueness is in radiance, and makes me wish that I could fly,
But, alas as far as I can get is to dream about it,
-And after a bit,
There is thunder and lighting in a dark sky with the moon and stars
Out and behind it, and the streaks spread out like branches and bars,
And heard there is a loud 'crack'
I know, too, that if I was truly up there I would feel a great 'SMACK'
And then I would be falling down from the sky like a dead and lifeless bird shot down from a happy and gleeful flight,
Only to bit
Back at the hunter and start anew as if guns had never existed and so I had never been hurt
Now, though I am flying lower and I can see the rich, brown dirt
I reach down and pick up a handful, my hands clench, and I can feel it balling up,
This is the greatest soil, and like a cup
Full of water quenches the thirst, so this soil is a quencher for the earth,
A new birth
Has happened, a new star is out, and the moon is so much bigger than it used to be, that is only because as I have said this I have floated
Slowly upward and forward, and have come much closer to it than I was before, I am boating
Through a sky, unchanging in its way, except instead of me being the one in the tube I am the one driving, in control, showing what I know, like a guide
Giving a tour, and showing the guests about, and then suddenly pushing them down a slide
For they fall a great distance, but get back up again only to rejoin me at the top
The slide is a resemblance to when you let go of all your air in a pool or if you grab on to a heavy rock 'PLOP'
Down you go as the rock pulls you down,
Down to the deep town,
You discover as you sit at the bottom a town of mini people so rare and so unseen that you are shocked,
Shocked to see the beauty, that never-endingly does not fade, and your air supply
So you have to leave your discovery, and go back to it later some day, for you need
To breathe and your mind will bleed
With curiousity, at what else might lie below you, what other worlds you might might discover,
There are so many possibilities that lie within the cover
Of your hidden knowledge, of those other worlds, so many things
Around you crowd, that you must take flight on those wings
Which you have sprouted from the dreams to fly
When you stare at the sky.
It does still challenge me,
With an unchanging plea.
To take to its blueness
And to fly away on wings of trueness.
The sky it stares me blank in the face...
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that poem has two lines that rhyme and then the next two rhyme. I do not know what to call it. do you have any suggestions? And it is rather random...
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