World Poetry Day - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

World Poetry Day - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: "World Poetry Day is on March 21, and was declared by UNESCO (the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization) in 1999. The purpose of the day is to promote the reading, writing, publishing and teaching of poetry throughout the world and, as the UNESCO session declaring the day says, to 'give fresh recognition and impetus to national, regional and international poetry movements."

hieachy of life

Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach. Those who can't teach, counsel. Those who can't counsel, administrate. Those who can't administrate, enter data into the computer. Those who can't enter data into the computer, take dictation. Those who can't take dictation, alphabetize files. Those who can't alphabetize files, answer the phone. Those who can't answer the phone, fry hamburgers. Those who can't fry hamburgers, run the cash register. Those who can't run the cash register, wait on tables. Those who can't wait on tables, carry dirty dishes to the kitchen. Those who can't carry dirty dishes to the kitchen, wash the dirty dishes. Those who can't wash dirty dishes, peel potatoes. Those who can't peel potatoes, buff the floor. Those who can't buff the floor, haul out the garbage. Those who can't haul out the garbage, write poetry. Those who can't write poetry, write clever letters to the editor. Those who can't write clever letters to the editor, write angry letters to the editor. Those who can't write angry letters to the editor, spray-paint graffiti. Those who can't spray-paint graffiti, write screenplays. Those who can't write screenplays, write TV scripts. Those who can't write TV scripts, read scripts for the studios. Those who can't read scripts for the studios, act. Those who can't act, take acting classes. Those who can't take acting classes, sing. Those who can't sing, sing Rock'N'Roll. Those who can't sing Rock'N'Roll, sing it anyway. Those who can't sing it anyway, become depressed. Those who can't become depressed, get bitter. Those who can't get bitter, get confused. Those who can't get confused, stay confused. Those who stay confused, find it difficult to complete unfinished sentences. Those who find it difficult to complete unfinished sentences, _____________.

ABOUT MYSELF

ABOUT MYSELF


A LITTLE ABOUT MYSELF:
My Name is Adam Roy Cohoon [ARC]
was born on Auguest, 23, 1980,
I lived in Kincardine , Ontario , Canada [14 years]
I lived in Port Elgin , Ontario , Canada [3 years]
I live in Toronto , Ontario , Canada
I have cerebral palsy and I an in a wheelchair,
I went to Kincardine District Secondary School [ KDSS , grade 9 , 1994-95]
also Saugeen District Secondary School, [ SDSS , grade 10-12 , 1995-98]
favorite sports teams; TORONTO MAPLE LEAFS, TORONTO BLUE JAYS, TORONTO RAPTORS, BUFFALO BILLS, TORONTO ARGONAUTS, and MICHIGAN WOLVERINES

I also got interested in poetry, especially classic poetry. A good poem to me can really speak to my emotions.
I LOVE SHORT FILMS WATCHING AND MAKING THEM

I really started to love the arts music, poetry, short films and movies. I fell in love with the visual arts. I look at all things around me in a different visual way. It has also encouraged me to visit art galleries around the city. I love going to the Art I fell in love with classical music and jazz and Public radio, I always have music or the radio on. I listen digital commercial free classical or jazz on my digital cable, or CBC radio one or two, CJRT jazz and or NPR or the BBC over the internet.

I have Yahoo And MSN Messager, contact me to exchange contact ID Info

the infomation is from a get to know e-mail, here it is;

>nicknames: ARC, SMADERLY, CHEESY, AD MAN, ADUM
>dob: August, 23, 1980
>parents: Bruce Cohoon, Laurie Cohoon
>sibs: brothers Evan and Paul
>best friends: to many to write down [I call them all good friends]

On July 29, 1999
I excepted Jesus into my heart.
It has changed my life.
I just started reading the Bible [The New Testament]
and my faith just grew.

>hobbies: surfing the net, watching tv, BOCCIA, talking on the phone
>collect: Coca-Cola items
>best advice ever given: don't tip your chair again
>words or phrases you use to much: like, what,
>a non-sport game in which you excel: daydreaming
>coolest experience:flying
>scariest thing you've ever done: HAD surgery on both of my leg's
>fave food: french toast and tacos
>fav sport: Boccia, All sports except tennis and golf
>other sports: surfing the net
>fav movie: FOREST GUMP
fav things to wear; Jeans and t-shirt

poetry - LOVE AND DUTY TO PARENTS.

LOVE AND DUTY TO PARENTS.

My father, my mother, I know, I cannot your kindness repay; But I hope that, as older I grow, I shall learn your commands to obey.

You loved me before I could tell Who it was that so tenderly smiled; But now that I know it so well, I should be a dutiful child.

I am sorry that ever I should Be naughty and give you a pain; I hope I shall learn to be good, And so never grieve you again.

But, for fear that I should dare From all your commands to depart, Whenever I'm saying my prayer I'll ask for a dutiful heart.

poetry - CHILDREN PROMISING THEIR GRANDFATHER THEY WILL BE GOOD.

CHILDREN PROMISING THEIR GRANDFATHER THEY WILL BE GOOD.

Though I am now in younger days, Nor can tell what shall befall me, I'll prepare for every place Where my growing age shall call me.

Should I e'er be rich or great, Others shall partake my goodness; I'll supply the poor with meat, Never showing scorn or rudeness.

When I see the blind or lame, Deaf or dumb, I'll kindly treat them; I deserve to feel the same, If I mock, or hurt, or cheat them.

If I meet with railing tongues, Why should I return their railing? Since I best revenge my wrongs By my patience never failing.

When I hear them telling lies, Talking foolish, cursing, swearing, First I'll try to make them wise, Or I'll soon go out of hearing.

What though I be low and mean, I'll engage the rich to love me, While I'm modest, neat and clean, And submit when they reprove me.

If I should be poor and sick, I shall meet, I hope, with pity; Since I love to help the weak, Though they're neither fair nor witty.

I'll not willingly offend, Nor be easily offended; What's amiss I'll strive to mend, And endure what can't be mended.

poetry - THE GOOD-NATURED GIRLS.

THE GOOD-NATURED GIRLS.


Two good little girls, Julia-Ann and Maria, As happily lived as good girls could desire; And though they were neither grave, sullen, nor mute, They seldom or never were heard to dispute.


If one wants a thing that the other could get, They don't go to scratching and fighting for it; But each one is willing to give up her right, For they'd rather have nothing than quarrel and fight.


If one of them happens to have something nice, Directly she offers her sister a slice; And not like to some greedy children I've known, Who would go in a corner to eat it alone.


When papa or mamma had a thing to be clone, These good little girls would immediately run; And not stand disputing to which it belonged, And grumble and fret and declare they were wronged.


Whatever occurred in their work or their play, They were willing to yield and give up their own way; Then let us all try their example to mind, And always, like them, be obliging and kind.

poetry - QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.

QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.

Who showed the little ant the way Her narrow hole to bore, And spend the pleasant summer day In laying up her store?

The sparrow builds her pretty nest Of wool, and hay, and moss; Who told her how to build it best, And lay the twigs across?

Who taught the busy bee to fly Among the sweetest flowers, And lay his store of honey by, To eat in winter hours?

'Twas God who showed them all the way, And gave them all their skill; He teaches children, if they pray, To do his holy will

Poetry - T. S. Eliot - Hysteria

Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden ..." I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped,some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.

Poetry - T. S. Eliot - The Boston Evening Transcript

The Boston Evening Transcript

The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the blind like a field of ripe corn. When evening quickens faintly in the street, Wakening the appetites of life in some And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript, I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld If the street were time and he at the end of the street, And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript."

Poetry - T. S. Eliot - Morning at the Window

Morning at the Window

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.

The brown waves of fog toss up to me Twisted faces from the bottom of the street, And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts An aimless smile that hovers in the air And vanishes along the level of the roofs.

I LOVE , I like

ABOUT MYSELF


I enjoy dance nusic, Jazz and Classical
I love art
I love poetry
I am outgoing,
I like to have long conversations,
I like to meet new poeple

poetry a neat poem a few paragraphs down

Or Alcoholism: poetry a neat poem a few paragraphs down

ARC23 RADIO summary

Adam Cohoon
Hobies;
radio/tv history news, history, towers
poetry ep. classic
music , jazz , classical , pop , blues and dance
WIKKI - Web authoring
FOAF
RSS [ I track 100 feeds ]
I luve public radio NPR and CBC
I love pvr [personal video recorder]
feel free to comment

Chamber Music by James Joyce - Project Gutenberg

Chamber Music by James Joyce - Project Gutenberg

This poetry speaks to me because I am Single, I guess

Poetry from Chamber Music, by James Joyce - XXXVI

XXXVI

I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand, Disdaining the reins, with fluttering ships, the charioteers. They cry unto the night their battle-name: I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter. They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame, Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil. They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair: They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore. My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair? My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?

Poetry from Chamber Music, by James Joyce - XXXV

XXXV

All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is when, going Forth alone, He hears the winds cry to the water's Monotone. The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing Where I go. I hear the noise of many waters Far below. All day, all night, I hear them flowing To and fro.

Poetry from Chamber Music, by James Joyce - XXXV

XXXV

All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is when, going Forth alone, He hears the winds cry to the water's Monotone. The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing Where I go. I hear the noise of many waters Far below. All day, all night, I hear them flowing To and fro.

Poetry from Chamber Music, by James Joyce - XXXIV

XXXIV

Sleep now, O sleep now, O you unquiet heart! A voice crying "Sleep now" Is heard in my heart.

The voice of the winter Is heard at the door. O sleep, for the winter Is crying "Sleep no more."

My kiss will give peace now And quiet to your heart -- - Sleep on in peace now, O you unquiet heart!

Poetry from Chamber Music, by James Joyce - XXXIII

XXXIII

Now, O now, in this brown land Where Love did so sweet music make We two shall wander, hand in hand, Forbearing for old friendship' sake, Nor grieve because our love was gay Which now is ended in this way.

A rogue in red and yellow dress Is knocking, knocking at the tree; And all around our loneliness The wind is whistling merrily. The leaves -- - they do not sigh at all When the year takes them in the fall.

Now, O now, we hear no more The vilanelle and roundelay! Yet will we kiss, sweetheart, before We take sad leave at close of day. Grieve not, sweetheart, for anything -- - The year, the year is gathering

Poetry from Chamber Music, by James Joyce - XXXII

XXXII

Rain has fallen all the day. O come among the laden trees: The leaves lie thick upon the way Of memories.

Staying a little by the way Of memories shall we depart. Come, my beloved, where I may Speak to your heart.