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Poetry Booklet
Oct 14/2014
Jaiven Bains

A Friend Is a Treasure
A friend is someone we turn to
When our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone we treasure
For our friendship is a gift,
A friend is someone who fills our lives
With beauty, joy, and grace
And makes the world we live in
A better and happier place.
-Jean Kyler McManus

A Plain Life
No idle gold -- since this fine sun, my friend,
Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.
No prescious stones -- since these green mornings show,
Without a charge, their pearls where'er I go.
No lifeless books -- since birds with their sweet tongues
Will read aloud to me their happier songs.
No painted scenes -- since clouds can change their skies
A hundred times a day to please my eyes.
No headstrong wine -- since, when I drink, the spring
Into my eager ears will softly sing.
No surplus clothes -- since every simple beast
Can teach me to be happy with the least

Maximus
God is older than the sun and moon
and the eye cannot behold him
nor voice describe him.
But a naked man, a stranger, leaned on the gate
with his cloak over his arm, waiting to be asked in.
So I called him: Come in, if you will! –
He came in slowly, and sat down by the hearth.
I said to him: And what is your name? –
He looked at me without answer, but such a loveliness
entered me, I smiled to myself, saying: He is God!
So he said: Hermes!
God is older than the sun and moon
and the eye cannot behold him
nor the voice describe him:
and still, this is the God Hermes, sitting by my hearth

Super Nova (a star is born)
Super Nova
The Great Red Giant could no longer bear
The forces of fission held within its care
Collected fuels over such a great time
A load too heavy, and fusion too prime
So far beneath its plasmatic sea
The forces of mass built up by three
The critical forces accumulated too fast
And multiple fissions started to blast
The uncontrolled sum of the reactions compactions
Finally overcame their gravitational attraction
And then burst forth in a great cosmic cry
And gave birth to a new baby’s sigh

Thank You Friend
I never came to you, my friend,
and went away without
some new enrichment of the heart;
More faith and less of doubt,
Thank You Friend
more courage in the days ahead.
And often in great need
coming to you, I went away
comforted indeed.
How can I find the shining word,
the glowing phrase that tells
all that your love has meant to me,
all that your friendship spells?
There is no word, no phrase for you
on whom I so depend.
All I can say to you is this,
God bless you precious friend.
-Grace Noll Crowell

The Gift of Friendship
There is a gift of friendship
That God has give to me,
He put you there to help me
With the things I can not see,
A friend is someone special
Who’s always there for you,
In good times and in bad
A friend will see you through,
God’s the one who gives us friends
This is his special gift,
Our friends are always there
When we need that extra lift,
There are certain things
That only friends can share,
And also when I need you
I know that you’ll be there,
You know you have a friend
For you have a friend in me,
I’ll always be there to help you
With the things you can not see.
By Melinda Tanner

The River of Life
The more we live, more brief appear
Our life's succeeding stages;
A day to childhood seems a year,
And years like passing ages.
The gladsome current of our youth,
Ere passion yet disorders,
Steals lingering like a river smooth
Along its grassy borders.
But as the careworn cheek grows wan,
And sorrow's shafts fly thicker,
Ye stars, that measure life to man,
Why seem your courses quicker?
When joys have lost their bloom and breath,
And life itself is vapid,
Why, as we reach the Falls of Death
Feel we its tide more rapid?
It may be strange—yet who would change
Time's course to slower speeding,
When one by one our friends have gone,
And left our bosoms bleeding?
Heaven gives our years of fading strength
Indemnifying fleetness;
And those of youth, a seeming length,
Proportion'd to their sweetness.
Thomas Campbell

A Priceless Gift
Friendship is a priceless gift
that cannot be bought or sold,
But its value is far greater
than a mountain made of gold.
For gold is cold and lifeless,
it can neither see nor hear
And in the time of trouble
it is powerless to cheer.
It has no ears to listen
nor heart to understand,
It cannot bring you comfort
or reach out a helping hand.
So when you ask God for a gift
Be thankful if He sends
Not diamonds, pearls, or riches
But the love of real true friends.
- Helen Steiner Rice

If one day
by Ntsiab Si Vaj
if one day my tears are running
because i’m so hurt inside
i know you will be there
and i wouldn’t have to hide.
if one day i see beauty
that no one cares to see
i know you will be there
to cherish it with me.
if one day i grow old
and nothing seems worth while
i know you will be there
to share with me your smile
if one day my eyes give up
and i couldn’t see the stars at night
i know you will be there
to share with me your sight.
because God loves me so much
he sent someone true
he knows deeply of friendship
and he saw it in you

Sad Child
You’re sad because you’re sad.
It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.
Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.
Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the day of the lawn party
when you came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the ice-cream smear,
and said to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the favorite child.
My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you’re trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket or burning car,
and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside your head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are

Thomas Campbell
Thomas Campbell was born on July 27th 1777, and live to
June 15 1844. He was a Scottish poet known for writing
sentimental poems involving human affairs. Thomas was also
one of the initiators of a plan to found what is now the
University of London. He produced several war songs. He got
married in 1803 to his second cousin and settled down in
London. Campbell was employed to the STAR newspaper,
where he was the foreign news trans later. In 1812 he gave
series of lectures about poetry in London at the Royal
Institution. He traveled around Europe for years writing
poems and giving lectures at schools also working for
newspapers. In 1820 he got the editorship of the New
Monthly Magazine and in the same year mad a tour in
Germany.
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William Henry Davies
William Henry Davies was born in Newport, Monomouthshire,
Wales. He was raised by his grandparents. He started as a
picture-frame maker and did lots of other laboring jobs. After
he traveled to America, New York then Klondike. He returned
to England after he lost a foot in a train accident in Canada.
He lived a pretty rough life, he got married in 1923 and then
at the age of 34 he published his first poems. His poems were
mostly about life, nature, and earth. William wrote two novels
and autobiographical works, his best known is Autobiography
of a Super-Tramp. He passed away in 1940.
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Poetry Booklet
Oct 14/2014
Jaiven Bains

A Friend Is a Treasure
A friend is someone we turn to
When our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone we treasure
For our friendship is a gift,
A friend is someone who fills our lives
With beauty, joy, and grace
And makes the world we live in
A better and happier place.
-Jean Kyler McManus

A Plain Life
No idle gold -- since this fine sun, my friend,
Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.
No prescious stones -- since these green mornings show,
Without a charge, their pearls where'er I go.
No lifeless books -- since birds with their sweet tongues
Will read aloud to me their happier songs.
No painted scenes -- since clouds can change their skies
A hundred times a day to please my eyes.
No headstrong wine -- since, when I drink, the spring
Into my eager ears will softly sing.
No surplus clothes -- since every simple beast
Can teach me to be happy with the least
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