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Daily Archives: February 22, 2014

Shubham GOENKA PARTING WAYS – Promote Yourself


parting ways
So much time has gone too fast
yet we think it slow
so many moments have come and gone
so many yet to go…
But the moments i cherish most
are the ones spent with you
and i can only hope that
its the same for you too
From tears and petty fights
to care, laughter and joy
and now its time to part ways
its times evil plays
but we’ll stay strong and bonded
whatever that may come
till the last drop of water dries up
and lasts not a crumb
memories we made will never die
they are ardent, vivid and clear
and distance, i hope will bring us closer
so lets rejoice and cheer
as we hit another milestone
it’s time i bid you adieu
but before we part you should know
you are kind, brave and true
leaving you is the hardest part
but in time we’ll meet again
until then best of luck
and i’ll miss you…
by Atey Parkinson

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou ( 1978) – Your Favourite Poem


Impossible to pick a “favorite” poet or poem, but this is one:

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Sent in by Wendy Shreve



The gift of nature By Malcolm Bradshaw

Balancing Act

Slash their wages, or else sack them

Dump them on the rubbish heap

Turn them out their family houses.

We have promises to keep.

Let the rich retain their riches

Bankers, football stars, that lot.

Let’s not super-tax the mighty

We won’t stir what’s in their pot.

Can’t you see we’re trying to budget

What the country has to spend?

Take from those who can’t afford it

Money to improve our audit.

This is how things will amend.

By Ron Gardner

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