Apple Trees

February 22, 2007

Girls are like
apples on trees. The best
ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don’t want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they
just get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren’t as good, but easy. So the apples
at the top think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they’re amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who’s brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.

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Diatribe against prejudice

January 8, 2007
Merchant of Venice, Shakespeare (Shylock) 
Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs
dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with
the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject
to the same diseases, heal’d by the same means,
warm’d and cool’d by the same winter and summer
as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?
If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us,
do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
 
Modern Adaptation 
We are all the same. We are not different from one another.
Care for us and accept us. We are all human beings. We are normal.
We have hands. We have legs. We can walk, we can talk –
and we have needs just like everyone else.
Don’t be afraid of us.
We are all the same.

The Paradox of Our Age

January 7, 2007

We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints;
we spend more, but have less;
we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families;
more conveniences, but less time;
we have more degrees, but less sense;
more knowledge, but less judgment;
more experts, but more problems;
more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much,
spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry too quickly,
stay up too late, get up too tired,
read too seldom, watch TV too much,
and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom and lie too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life;
We’ve added years to life, not life to years.
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space;
we’ve done larger things, but not better things;
we’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul;
we’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice;
we write more, but learn less; plan more, but accomplish less.

We have learned to rush, but not to wait;
we have higher incomes, but lower morals;
more food, but less appeasement;
more acquaintances, but fewer friends;
more effort, but less success.

We build more computers to hold more information,
to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication;
we’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion;
tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are times of world peace, but domestic warfare;
more leisure and less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce;
of fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers,
throwaway morality, one-night stands,
and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom.
Indeed, it’s all true.


Creed for Homo Sapiens

January 7, 2007

Don’t undermine your worth by comparing yourself to others.
It is because we are different that each of us is special.

Don’t set your goals by what other people deem important.
Only you know what is best for you.

Don’t take for granted the things closest to your heart.
Cling to them as you would your life, for without them life is meaningless.

Don’t let life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future.
By living your life one day at a time, you live up all the days of your life.

Don’t give up when you still have something left to give,
Nothing is really over . . . till the moment you stop trying.<

Don’t be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect.
It is this fragile thread that binds us together.

Don’t be afraid to encounter risks.
It is by taking chances, that we learn to be brave.

Don’t shut love out of your life by saying it’s impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive love is to give love;
the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly;
and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.

Don’t dismiss your dreams.
To be without dreams is to be without hope;
to be without hope is to be without purpose.

Don’t run through life so fast
that you forget not only where you’ve been,
but where you are going.

Life is not a race,
but a journey to be savored every step of the way.


A Woman’s Creed

January 7, 2007

I am a girl.
I am a expression of beauty, joy, and love.
I have the right, the power and the ability,
to create a beautiful, joyful, and peaceful
world world for myself and others.
I have a body, but I am not my body.
I have a face, but I am not my face.
I am the most important thing in the world to me.
I am love in motion.
I am the light of the world!
I can create!
I can make a mistake!
I can create something beautiful in all that I do.
I deserve the best
I give my best.
I do my best to always take care of me.
I am a girl!
I am a growing woman!
I AM IT!
I am the joy the world is waiting for.


Your Inner ABCs

January 7, 2007

Accept your goodness, your beauty, your value, and your worth!
Believe in yourself!
C
hoose for yourself only those things that are good for you!
D
iscipline yourself to always do your best and to do it on time!
E
xcellence, not excess, is the key!
F
aith and fearlessness fuel your dreams!
G
reatness the stuff you are made of; act like you know!
H
onesty keeps you free of guilt and shame!
I
ntuition is the teaching from within; pay attention to what you feel!
J
oy is what you feel when you love yourself first!
K
nowledge is the key to freedom!
L
ove is what you are, not what you give or get!
M
istakes are lessons that you need to learn!
N
ever say never!  New days bring new ideas and new beginnings!
O
rder is the law that puts you where you need to be when you need to be there!
P
lan prayerfully.  Prepare purposefully.  Pursue persistently!
Q
uiet time is necessary for a powerful mind!
R
espect yourself and others will do the same!
S
elf is the most important thing you have to give!
Trust yourself and the process of life!
U
nexpected doors are open!
V
ictory is the prize!
W
isdom is using what you have!
X
-pect the BEST always!
Y
ou are the light of the world!
Z
ealously mature with honor, and love your self!


O Tell Me the Truth About Love

January 6, 2007

Some say love’s a little boy,
And some say it’s a bird,
Some say it makes the world go around,
Some say that’s absurd,
And when I asked the man next-door,
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed,
And said it wouldn’t do.

Does it look like a pair of pyjamas,
Or the ham in a temperance hotel?
Does its odour remind one of llamas,
Or has it a comforting smell?
Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,
Or soft as eiderdown fluff?
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?
O tell me the truth about love.

Our history books refer to it
In cryptic little notes,
It’s quite a common topic on
The Transatlantic boats;
I’ve found the subject mentioned in
Accounts of suicides,
And even seen it scribbled on
The backs of railway guides.

Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or a Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like Classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.

I looked inside the summer-house;
It wasn’t over there;
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,
And Brighton’s bracing air.
I don’t know what the blackbird sang,
Or what the tulip said;
But it wasn’t in the chicken-run,
Or underneath the bed.

Can it pull extraordinary faces?
Is it usually sick on a swing?
Does it spend all its time at the races,
or fiddling with pieces of string?
Has it views of its own about money?
Does it think Patriotism enough?
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.

When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I’m picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.

WH Auden