POEM

ALL THINGS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL
1. All things bright and beautiful,

All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.
2. Each little flow’r that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.
3. The purple-headed mountains,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning
That brightens up the sky.
4. The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
5. The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
To gather every day.
6. He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
Oh Guardian Tree You Are!
You are my guardian because you exist.
You’re resilient through the ages
and through the changes of the earth.
Oh tree you give me shade from the sun
and the heat from it’s bright rays of light.
You hear my thoughts
and provide comfort to my restless mind.
For the creatures in the forest,
you do for them what you do for me.
They come to you for rest,
and they build homes in your hardy trunk
and your reaching limbs.
There is magnetism about you
that draws the attention to man
and creatures from all around.
The safe haven that you provide for conversation
or just to share presence under your wondrous structure.
You are trusted and respected for your willingness to listen without judging.
Tree, you prevail through the wind and the rain,
stormy weather with the magnitude of God himself.
But your heart and your roots are robust they’re not easily broken.
They’ll rebirth if you should fall.
And you make seed for more of your life to be spread throughout the land.
Tree, you are always and forever.
And I thank you.

Declamation Piece “A Glass of Cold Water”
Everybody calls me young, beautiful, wonderful. Am I? Look at my hair, my lips, my red rosy cheeks and a
pair of blinkering eyes.
I remember, somebody says that I look like my mother that I look like my mother. But that when she was
young.
Now, I am much lovelier than she is. I’m a mortal Venus. Oops! What time is it? I must get ready for the
party!
Beep-beep…!A-huh! Here they are! Yes, I’m coming!
"Child, are you still there?"
"Hmp! That’s my mama"
"Child, are you still there? Will you please get me a glass of cold water?"
"Mama, I’m in a hurry!"
"Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water."
"Mama, please, try to get it on your own."
"Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water!"
At the party, I danced and danced the whole night.
You see, I can’t leave the party at once. I have to danced with everybody who proposed to me. At last, the
party is over. I’m very tired. Very, very tired.
So, I went home to tell mama what happened.
"Mama, I’m home! It’s very quiet. "Mama, I’m home!" Nobody answers.
Where is she? I look for her in the sala, but she’s not there. Where is she? A-huh! In the kitchen!
I saw my mama, lying down on the floor, dead. With a glass on her hand. I remember, she tried to get it.
Oh, God, just for the glass of cold water! Mama! Mama! Oh, Mama!
(SAMPLE SPOKEN POETRIES)
I Love You By Charles Wayne

If I said “I love you” once
I said it a thousand times or more
I said it without comprehension or meaning
I said it without thought or feeling
I wish I had said it once, with awareness
I wish I could say it once, again
I wish I could say it a thousand times more
I wish, I wish I had more days to say
I love you
I never understood love’s vast frontier
Until I no longer could feel you near
Until you no longer were here to hear
Until I hungered to have you appear
And to hear your voice so crystal clear
And feel your breath whisper in my ear
I love you.
Three words masquerading as the universe
That could not hold you
Three words encompassing a world of emotion
Meaningless without you
Three words negated by the reality of your passing,
In my sorrow stripped of significance
I love you.
As if my love legitimized your life
As if my words intensified your illumination
As if there was value in my validation
Or you needed my adoration
As if my devotion ever met your expectation
Or the mere expression could excuse my inaction
As if, as if you could still hear me mention
Love you. Seems self-centered to me now.
I was always so focused on what I preferred.
I paid little attention to what you deserved
Never spending enough pennies for your thoughts
Or treating you as I was taught
Just grateful that you were the unselfish martyr,
The sacrificial lamb I led to the slaughter and
Placed on the altar, while I repeated the mantra
I love you.
Did I say it enough?
How could I know when enough was enough?
How much would suffice to substantiate love,
Does an absolute number exist to speak of?
Can a count quantify my desire for your touch?
I didn’t quite grasp until now just how much
I love you
I didn’t perceive your profound love for me
Or how much your love was a part of my being
Until it was torn from me leaving me broken
Until I no longer could hear the words spoken
I love you.
Can my present love reach past tense?
Does loving the dead make any sense?
Can you sense my love through time and space?
If I hug myself hard, will you feel the embrace?
If I cry me to sleep, will my tears wet your face?
If I scream to the skies, will my pain be erased?
If I fall to my knees will my soul feel your grace?
If I keep on repeating I love you I love you
I love you – will you come back to this place?
I love you more than life itself, I said
Back when my life had a value to be weighed.
That would be a hollow pronouncement today
I would have moved mountains to prove my love true
Would have died for you, taken a bullet for you
That would have been a mercy killing.
I love you.
I didn’t know I really knew love
Until I didn’t know love anymore.
Until I didn’t have you here anymore
Until you couldn’t say “I love you too, sweetie”
Until “Death Do Us Part” became our dark reality
Until we couldn’t be in love, together
Until love was an afterthought
Lost to the hereafter
Until you couldn’t hear me say anymore,
I love you
2. The Pain Game By Jerry T Curtis

Why do people, want to cause
Other people pain
Where is the Love
That will break the chain
Someone says something
Then it’s tit-for-tat
I’ve played this before
We all know the score
Now who’s up at bat
I think it’s time, for us to play
The self healing game
Before there’s no one, left
Around to blame
One that’s more thoughtful
And much less insane
Let’s reach for the Sun
And help everyone
Come out of the rain
All we have, is this fleeting chance
To get this right
No time for jealousies
No time to fight
Don’t say, that you’re sorry
Don’t seek to forgive
Just start here today
And throw it away
And learn how to live
3. Summer of Enchantment By Nicholas windle

Warm evenings have that lazy feel,
As the sun sets upon the day.
An orange ball suspended,
As all cares now swept away.
The exotic smells in the perfumed air,
That lies heavy all around.
Mimosa now that in full bloom,
As its branches drape the ground.
Do you ever look at the sky?
As the stars come out at night.
When you’re held by that someone specials arms,
And don’t want to say goodnight.
Though no spoken word is uttered,
As eyes gaze into eyes
It’s said there windows to the soul,
Mere feelings can’t disguise.
Love can just be fleeting,
With precious thoughts we steal.
And in that brief encounter,
We know that it’s for real.

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ALL THINGS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL

1. All things bright and beautiful,

You are my guardian because you exist.

You’re resilient through the ages

and through the changes of the earth.

Oh tree you give me shade from the sun

and the heat from it’s bright rays of light.

You hear my thoughts

and provide comfort to my restless mind.

For the creatures in the forest,

you do for them what you do for me.

They come to you for rest,

and they build homes in your hardy trunk

and your reaching limbs.

There is magnetism about you

that draws the attention to man

and creatures from all around.

The safe haven that you provide for conversation

or just to share presence under your wondrous structure.

Tree, you prevail through the wind and the rain,

stormy weather with the magnitude of God himself.

They’ll rebirth if you should fall.

Tree, you are always and forever.

And I thank you.

(SAMPLE SPOKEN POETRIES)

I Love You By Charles Wayne

2. The Pain Game By Jerry T Curtis

3. Summer of Enchantment By Nicholas windle

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