Bookish Poems...

Books

Author Unknown

I like books

I really do.

Books with stories

And pictures, too.

Books of birds

And things that grow.

Books of people

We should know.

Books of animals

And places, too.

I like books

I really do!

I Can Read With My Eyes Shut!

Dr. Seuss

I can read in red. I can read in blue.

I can read in pickle color too.

I can read in bed, and in purple. and in brown.

I can read in a circle and upside down!

I can read with my left eye. I can read with my right.

I can read Mississippi with my eyes shut tight!

There are so many things you can learn about.

But…you'll miss the best things 

If you keep your eyes shut.

The more that you read, the more things you will know

The more that you learn, the more places you'll go. 

If you read with your eyes shut you're likely to find

That the place where you're going is far, far behind

SO…that's why I tell you to keep your eyes wide.

Keep them wide open…at least on one side.

Words

-Grandpa Tucker

There are some words so hard to read.

Some confuse like bead and seed.

Do you know of go and dough?

There's sew and sow, then there's so!

Sometimes a word is hard to spell.

But it's important for show and tell.

So work real hard to spell and read 'em.

'Cause all your life you'll really need 'em.

A mother's love, a sunny day,

A frisky puppy hard at play.

Words can chase the clouds away.

Without our words, what would we say?

A Thought, a Poem, a Word for You...

I was looking through a few websites, and I found these saying to be quite inspirational. I hope they help and inspire you, like they did me! I particulary like the first one!

~Annabeth

♥ Friends and their amazing friendship ♥

 Ok, so I decided to post a few friendship quotes and poems, because I'm just feeling really appreciative of my awesome friends, both ones I've lost contact with for a while, the ones who've been there night and day for me, and every other friend I've ever made! <3 

I love them all! =D

I don't know for sure if these quotes are all credited to the right person, but I loved them, so I thought I'd still post them. If you find one credited to the wrong person, please feel free to comment with the right person, and I'll change it! =D

             Priceless Friend

Whenever I stumble

Whenever I fall

Whenever I need a friend

You always answer my call

You are always there for me

You’ve never let me down

You’ve always shown sincerity

Eased my fears and erased my frown

You are a priceless friend

One I dearly value

And I am so thankful

For everything you do

           Dear Sweet Friend

You are a dear sweet friend

One that I adore

You’re there when I need you

And so much more

And I pray that God

Always has you in his sight

Guiding and looking after you

Morning, noon, and night

For all the goodness

and all love that you share

You deserve all the blessings

That the Lord can spare

Thank you for being a giving soul

You are the most thoughtful

And caring person I know

            A Wish For You

I made a wish for you

Upon the brightest star

That angels in heaven

Will watch over you,

No matter where you are

For you I also wished,

Health, peace and happiness

And a lifetime of dreams come true

Because I’ve found a wonderful friend in you!

                  

                 

Hug O'War~Shel Silverstein

Hug O'War
~Shel Silverstein~

I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.

 

 

 

I just had to repost this one. It was too cute not too! =)

"A Simple Friend"

Just I poem I found on the internet, and like =)

 

A SIMPLE FRIEND

A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.

A simple friend doesn't know your parents first names.
A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.

A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why it took you so long to call.

A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.

A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it.

A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
A real friend opens the refrigerator and helps himself.

A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had fight

lil island Gal

Shel Silverstein Poems- Messy Room and Picture Puzzle Piece

I'm just posting a couple more poems I really enjoy =)

This first one reminds me very much of a certain room... I just can't recall which one (cough, cough) ;)

Messy Room

 by

 Shel Silverstein

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!

 

 

I found another poem by Shel Silverstein that I love too! =)

 

 

Picture Puzzle Piece

by

Shel Silverstein

One picture puzzle piece
Lyin' on the sidewalk,
One picture puzzle piece
Soakin' in the rain.
It might be a button of blue
On the coat of the woman
Who lived in a shoe.
It might be a magical bean,
Or a fold in the red
Velvet robe of a queen.
It might be the one little bite
Of the apple her stepmother
Gave to Snow White.
It might be the veil of a bride
Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.
It might be a small tuft of hair
On the big bouncy belly
Of Bobo the Bear.
It might be a bit of the cloak
Of the Witch of the West
As she melted to smoke.
It might be a shadowy trace
Of a tear that runs down an angel's face.
Nothing has more possibilities
Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.

 

I love how just one puzzle piece can lead to so many questions, and fantasy =D It absolutley amazing how many endless possiblies there are for what ONE puzzle piece could be a part of! "Is it part of a puppy's collar, or the queens red velvet gown? or is it the  red of a wagon rolling into town? Is it the leaf of a tree? Or a toy in a box marked free?"

(And no, I didn't get that off the web anywhere haha ) =)

 



Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Some people may not like the following poem, but I find it amusing... ;)

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

The Village Blacksmith

The Village Blacksmith

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipe
A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling,--rejoicing,--sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought!

Opportunity-Edward Rowlan Sill

OPPORTUNITY

by: Edward Rowland Sill (1841-1887)

THIS I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:--

There spread a cloud of dust along a plain;

And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged

A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords

Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince's banner

Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes.

A craven hung along the battle's edge,

And thought, "Had I a sword of keener steel--

That blue blade that the king's son bears, -- but this

Blunt thing--!" he snapped and flung it from his hand,

And lowering crept away and left the field.

Then came the king's son, wounded, sore bestead,

And weaponless, and saw the broken sword,

Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand,

And ran and snatched it, and with battle shout

Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down,

And saved a great cause that heroic day.