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So this year will be one of the most depressing Christmases of my life. I am now fourteen and I live in a really crap area where it doesn’t snow at all. Santa is not coming to our house - I am the youngest of 5 and if you are the eldest then you’ll know the joy of watching your younger siblings opening their presents and exclaiming, "Look what Santa brought me! I must have been so good this year!" I have asked my parents for surprises. I’ll just get the usual - socks, clothes, perfume. Then I’ll feel like an idiot as I wear a tissue paper hat and shovel turkey into my mouth. And only 6 people will attend because my eldest brother cant make it back from Portugal. So I won’t be with my whole family. Any ways to get me into the Christmas Spirit?
Thanks
Merry Christmas
Tamalea

you are lucky, think of some other less fortunate,
no home at all to have Christmas in
no presents at all
and no family to see
SOME people cant afford paper hats
or any food!
so live with what you got! and seriously suck it up, imagine the people you have nothing if they ever read this they would be like wow, i wish i could live like that.
make the best of it, at least you get something, even if its not the best you could think of.
WA!

ok, so I’m 24wks pregnant tomorrow, and for the past week I was getting a real itchy rash on my neck. It would go away after I put lotion on it (cocoa butter, that I’ve been using for years) Well, now it’s not going away and it’s traveled down my left upper arm and tiny little red dots on both my lower arms. I feel itching on my back right now, but I’m at work so I cant really take my shirt off to look! It’s itches sooo bad!

I haven’t changed anything! Not laundry soap, not lotion, or perfume.. no new clothes no new jewelry… nothing! I was going to put some caladryl lotion on it, but stupid me forgot to bring it with me. I’ll prob call my DR in a little while when the office opens, but any suggestions as to what this might be? Should I be concerned about it, or is it just another joy of pregnancy???

Thank you!

i had this happen with my last one. My hormones just caused a changed in my body, which is known to happen during pregnancy. I wouldn’t worry too much, it stinks I know but probably isn’t anything to worry about.

I changed my lotion to help cope with it, as well as my soaps, laundry detergent and such. Went to dye-free, hypoallergenic types. It seemed to help.

Your doctor will probably have you come in just to double check and make sure there isn’t something wrong. Mine did but when it turned out to be nothing he just told me to change my lotions and such and it helped. He said if that didn’t help he would prescribe something to help with any allergy I may have developed during pregnancy. It went away about 3 weeks after I had my son.

Hope you get to feel better. If you don’t have anything in the house to help, try oatmeal. It works for chicken pox, it helped me until I could get everything changed out.

He was wearing white cowboy uniform and he was selling perfume the name of the episode or the season no. plz

That was "The One with the Breast Milk" season 2, episode 2.

http://uk.imdb.com/title/tt0583583/

Sympathy
by Paul Laurence Dunbar

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opens,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals–
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats its wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting–
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,–
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings–
I know why the Caged Bird Sings!

I believe its about freedom?
I did analyze the poem, I just want some insite on it, and what other people think of the poem. I personally believe the caged bird is humanities outcry of survival and equlity, and the cage is opression, while the branch is home, but thats just me. =d

if you need to analyze it the best start might be to start to analyze it, don’t you think?

WAY TO LONG. i only read the first line. but so far it is good.

I never thought experiments could be so much fun
When I fell in love with this girl in the chemistry lab!
No one defined me the half-life of human heart,
Or told me what the atomic number of love was.

I’m trying to create a reaction between you and me,
With yellow bottles of joy and euphoric solutions of blue.
Your eyes like glowing orbs of intoxicating morphine,
Catalyze a love-filled broth of fascination, pure and true.

Obliviously I burn my fingers on the Bunsen burner;
Looking at your perfect face is like a shot of anesthetic.
Those seamless contours and the perfect lips epitomize
A beautiful, bounty-filled paradise for an aesthete.

Infra-violet and ultra-red beams of passionate light
I emit from the spectrum of my Cupid-struck heart.
I absorb the wavelenghts of the words you speak, as
They reach my lips like a kiss sealed in lovely epithets.

My legs involuntarily begin to move towards your stand;
Jostling apparatus and crashing bottles of multicolored acids.
Now I stand behind you, breathing in the sweet fragrance
Of your aromatic perfume that drowns even the smell of H2S.

You turned around gracefully; my heart titrated against yours;
We’re of the same molarity and we need no indicators
To prove that we would form a not-yet-defined product
Which is sweeter than alitame and stronger than polymers.

And thus drinking silver nitrate was never so much fun
Or getting drunk on chloroform or killed by cyanide.
I could happily drink them all now because that day,
I truly fell in love with that girl in the chemistry lab!

Very good poem. One Catalyst will accelerate love out of lab also.

AsSalaam WaAlaykum WaRehmatullah WaBarkaatuhu

Welcome aboard Fly Air Janazah

When we are leaving this world for the next one, it shall be like a trip to another country.

Where details of that country won’t be found in glamorous travel brochures but in the Holy Qura’an and the Hadiths.

Where our plane won’t be Indian Air Lines, British Airways, Gulf Air or Emirates but Air Janazah.

Where our luggage won’t be the allowed 30 Kgs but our deeds no matter how heavy they weigh.

You don’t pay for excess luggage. They are carried free of charge, with your Creator’s compliment.

Where our dress won’t be a Pierre Cardin suit or the like but the white cotton shroud.

Where our perfume won’t be Channel, Paco Rabane, but the camphor and attar.

Where our passports won’t be Indian, British, French or American but Al Islam.

Where our visa won’t be the 6 months leave to stay or else but the “La Illaha Illallah”. Where the airhostess won’t be a gorgeous female but Isra’iil and its like. Where the in-flight services won’t be 1st class or economy but a piece of beautifully scented or foul smelling cloth. Where our place of destination won’t be Heathrow Terminal 1 or Jeddah International Terminal but the last Terminal Graveyard. Where our waiting lounge won’t be nice carpeted and air-conditioned rooms but the 6 feet deep gloomy Qabar.

Where the Immigration Officer won’t be His Majesty’s officers but Munkar and Nakeer. They only check out whether you deserve the place you yearn to go. Where there is no need for Customs Officers or detectors. Where the transit airport will be Al Barzakh. Where our final place of destination will be either the Garden under which rivers flow or the Hellfire.

This trip does not come with a price tag. It is free of charge, So your savings would not come handy. This flight can never be hijacked so do not worry about terrorists. Food won’t be served on this flight so do not worry about your allergies or whether the food is Halal. Do not worry about legroom; you won’t need it, as our legs will become things of the past. Do not worry about delays. This flight is always punctual. It arrives and leaves on time. Do not worry about the in-flight entertainment program because you would have lost all your sense of joy. Do not worry about booking this trip, it has already been booked (return) the day you became a foetus in your mother’s womb.

Ah! At last good news! Do not worry about who will be sitting next to you. You will have the luxury of being the only passenger. So enjoy it while you can. If only you can! One small snag though, this trip comes with no warning. Are you prepared…..you better be ! Please spread the truth and Insha-Allah our Muslim brothers & sisters will understand and practice the guiding principles, whatever way they can afford to uphold our believe of our religion Islam in this world and in the hereafter.

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Star the Q even if u can’t read it ..so others can see ..it

i read it
well said!!!
very well said.

I don’t understand these poems can someone explain?
Sympathy
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
when te sun is bright on the upland slopes;
when the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
and the river flows like a stream of glass;
Wen the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
and the faint perfume from its chalice steals
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a swing;
and a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
and they pulse again with a keener sting
i know why he beats his wing!
I know why te caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wings is bruised and his bosom sore,
when he beats his bars and he would be free;
it is not a carol of joy or glee,
but a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
but a plea, that upward to Heavan he flings
I know why the caged bird
sings!

okay well thats the whole poem so what does it mean??

It means that the author feels, or understands how the bird feels, it is locked up, but yearning to fly free, and the author, or person from who’s viewpoint he is writing has that same longing to be free, or wants to have something, that seems out of reach, or actually is unattainable. Get it, very easy poem to understand, well written, and hope I helped.

When lying in the shade
In the cool of early spring,
The silver dew is on the grass
Sweet scents to the air cling.

Apple blossoms smell so sweet
And honeysuckle blooms
The swallowtails and monarchs meet
Carnation’s sweet perfume.

And as spring quickly melts away
And summer takes its place,
I see a flying crested jay
And deer’s unmeasured grace.

A filly small is galloping
And children play with calves.
Puppies wrestle through a pasture
As with happiness I laugh.

The warmth is not yet over
As September begins
The fields are cut to stover
And harvest is brought in.

Now the ground is carpeted
With brightly colored leaves.
Fuchsia, amber, brown and red
Autumn chill my world receives.

Snowflakes fall onto the ground
And quickly melt away
But I know it will soon be cold
Enough for them to stay.

Colorful lights shine brightly
And friends all gather round
Christmas carols and laughter
Signs of joy are the only sounds.

I know these things will endure
As they have for many years.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter
In them peace is ever near.

ok greta… heres some emotion.
The tears are here again,
Depression never fading.
Make me die, take me now.
Please don’t leave me waiting.

Pain is thick within my blood,
Boiling, freezing through my veins.
The sin that I can’t escape
Torments with lasting shame.

I scream without a sound.
Will someone please just come?
Desperation rules me now
As nobody hears my call.

Rescue is so far away
I know that no one cares.
No voice calls out my name.
My burden no one will bear.

The blade is cold and sharp
Lifeblood flows freely from my throat.
It seems my ebbing life won’t end
As quickly as I’d hoped.

With my dimming eyes I see
A figure drawing near.
My darkest demon’s red eyes glare
And pain is mixed with fear.

I said, “I know your presence
And I know just who you are.
You’ve haunted many hours
And you’ve followed me so far.”

The thing molests my spirit,
And such pain I’ve never known.
It hurts me, drags me deeper
To my new and fiery home.

And I awake from my nightmare.
ok i put one on here this morning full of emotion… here’s for you greta…

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/?qid=20081210083459AADFfb3
oops i meant to take the second poem off is there a way to do that? darn…
and i am in love… with nature…
actually i’m in love with the Creator of nature, sorry to offend anyone who doesn’t believe in/ hates God, He is my life… i have gotten rid of my sin and guilt and am free in Christ. the second poem was pretty much a summary of the feelings i had before i became a Christian..

I’m not just saying this, but your poem is amazing! I love the way you bring the seasons together at the end. You have great talent. Your vivid detail paints a picture of years going by as the seasons pass. I love the way you implicated change in your poem. I have one suggestion though, I think your poem ends a little abruptly. I feel as if there should be more. If I could rewrite it, it would be like this:

I will see the leaves, the snowflakes, the flowers
Blanketing my small wooden fence
Spring, Autumn, summer, winter;
I’ll appreciate them for many years hence

But otherwise your poem is absolutely amazing! I LOVED it! If you think you’re a little rusty, you’re anything but that! You were wonderful!

I am really shy when it comes to my poetry, and I was just wondering if I am any good even? It’s called "The Vulture’s Feast".

Wearily we trudge,
through this endless swamp.

When some Joe blows away,
none
look or even care.

As ghosts creep we.

Bodies galore,
Ruby river runs through,
Death’s cheap perfume
scents all.

Onward
we go.

Laying our trap of death.
Vultures shriek close by,
anticipating their stupendous feast.

Attack!

The order is given.

A wave of men,
a mighty roar.

Anger
Hatred.
Pleasure.

etched so deeply on their faces.

Not mere men.
Some mad legion from hell.

When all have departed to Hades’ gates,
Victors scream in joy,
while parentless children wail and cry.

Triumphantly they return home.

No mere mortals,
but heroes.

Given bits of metal
and scraps of ribbon
on their cold breast.

All for a simple knack
for this hideous murder act,
known as,
WAR.
This poem wasn’t supposed to be about Iraq. I wrote it 5 years ago when I was in my high school english class, I suppose it was the Vietnam War which inspired it cuz that’s what we were learning about at the time.
I also have no personal problem with soldiers, my fiancee is in the Navy. I respect the men and women who sacrifice their lives for us. This poem was meant to show the uglier side of war…how not everyone is a good guy, how sometimes the worse comes out of people, and that there is pain on both sides. The poem isn’t even necessarily about our country. I just wrote down what I felt at the time.

First point: DESPITE everything I’m about to say, I hope you keep writing. You’ll learn a lot by doing. KEEP IT UP!

Now for the criticism.

A better poem on the same subject is a prose sentence I found in one of the White Wolf gaming books, something like:

He came back from war carrying his sword like a scar.

Whether or not you change "sword" to "rifle," you have something fresh–an image that ASSUMES everything you say in your poem, and which readers should be assumed to have already encountered, and builds on it.
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My problem with your piece isn’t that it’s badly written; you write reasonably well, for a teenager. (If you aren’t a teen, change that to "a very new poet.) But everything in it is tired stuff–the images, the sequence, the emotion–that has been done before, repeatedly, sometimes better and sometimes worse. And while the language is competent, it’s not beautiful enough to make up for the very standard antiwar material.

P.S. Do remember that no one is more antiwar than a soldier, even while s/he is doing what s/he sees as a duty!

P.P.S. Please think about what the alternative to war would be. I myself think the Bush administration ended up making a series of bad mistakes in both countries. But would we really rather have Saddam Hussein’s sons still raping the local girls at will while Al Qaeda plots against us in the shelter of the Taliban? Non-violence can be a good strategy if those who are oppressing you are present; I can’t imagine what the effective equivalent is when the enemy is half a world away oppressing somebody else.