Huwebes, Marso 17, 2011
Linggo, Marso 13, 2011
THE LAND OF STORY BOOKS
Come evening when the lamp is it ,
Around the fire my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing,
And do not play at anything.
Now,with my little gun I crawl
All in the dark along the wall
And follow round the wall
Away behind the sofa back.
There in the night where none can spy,
All in my hunter's camp I lie
And play at book that I have read
Till it is time to go to bed.
These are the hills, these are the woods,
These are my starry solitudes,
And there the river by whose brink
The roaring lions came to drink.
I see the other far away
As if in firelit camp they lay
And I, like a roving scout,
Around their party prowled about
So when my nurse comes in for me
Home I return across the sea
And go to bed with backward looks
At my dear land of storybook...... thank you
Around the fire my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing,
And do not play at anything.
Now,with my little gun I crawl
All in the dark along the wall
And follow round the wall
Away behind the sofa back.
There in the night where none can spy,
All in my hunter's camp I lie
And play at book that I have read
Till it is time to go to bed.
These are the hills, these are the woods,
These are my starry solitudes,
And there the river by whose brink
The roaring lions came to drink.
I see the other far away
As if in firelit camp they lay
And I, like a roving scout,
Around their party prowled about
So when my nurse comes in for me
Home I return across the sea
And go to bed with backward looks
At my dear land of storybook...... thank you
Lunes, Marso 7, 2011
Linggo, Marso 6, 2011
FORGIVE ME
To the ends of time I will love you my fried
Knowing that you're gone leaves me a bend
An angle to me you were so kind
Raising my spirits with ways i cant not find
Over and over the days with you replayed
Loving you so much wished you would have stayed
I crossed a line which I known not fit
Now each day I die a little bit
An empty void replaces what I feel
Growing sadder and sadder, will I ever heal
From the feeling of love I felt for a friend the little plant in the heart of a seed buried deep
A dear little plant lay fast asleep.
Wake up ,said the sunshine, and creep to the light.
Wake up."said the voice of the raindrops bright.
The little plant heard and it rose to see what a wonderful sight the outside world might be... thank you to read.
Knowing that you're gone leaves me a bend
An angle to me you were so kind
Raising my spirits with ways i cant not find
Over and over the days with you replayed
Loving you so much wished you would have stayed
I crossed a line which I known not fit
Now each day I die a little bit
An empty void replaces what I feel
Growing sadder and sadder, will I ever heal
From the feeling of love I felt for a friend the little plant in the heart of a seed buried deep
A dear little plant lay fast asleep.
Wake up ,said the sunshine, and creep to the light.
Wake up."said the voice of the raindrops bright.
The little plant heard and it rose to see what a wonderful sight the outside world might be... thank you to read.
Miyerkules, Marso 2, 2011
my first blogging
Good morning to all people I'm Allen Amparado studying in hercor college of computer science. I live in Culasi roxas city...and thanks how to program the first blogging of the website and thanks to all..classmates and friend every one..thank you lord for my parent for all love ones far and near;
Thank you for my brother and sisters and all the help get from other;
For my country,lord,thanks you,too, and for my friends all tried and true;
of the sun and thank you lord,for heat
For all light of the moon,for all fun;
For all beautiful things around me the mountains,rivers,birds,the sights I see;
And above all,lord,for Your life which you gave for the pain you endured that all may be save...........and then about A true friend i know that i will always treasure a true and laugh with me in moment of happines and glee.A friend who is ready to stand by me,through hardship and adversity be faithful to the end and our friendship he will tend.And I in turn will strive to be the same good friend he is to me 'there are many kinds of friend in deed but a true friend is what i need .. VENGEANCE IS NOT OURS, ITS GOD'S
Alms...alms...alms spare me a piece of bread.Spare me your mercy im a child so young, so thin and so ragged.Why are you starting at me? With my eyes,I cannot see but I have a feeling that you are staring at me.Why?Do you know me three years ago?
Yes,three years of bitterness have passed.I can still remember the vast happiness mother and I shared with father it was one only evening my farther was sitting in his favorite big chair in the sala...My mother was singing and playing on the piano while i danced for them.We were very happy indeed.Suddenly,five loud knock were heard at the door, and a deep silence ensued.Did the cruel Nippons discover our peaceful home? Mother ran trembling to my father side,pleading,"Please julian,hide there in the cellar...They cannot find you there! I puled my father hands but he did not move it seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor.He embraced mother and me , took us protectively in his loving arms. The door went bang! and before us, five ugly beasts came .........
- I want to be a policeman brave and strong and to serve my people from robbers that do wrong
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