"logo" poems
The little mermaid
Is an incredible princess.
Her skin is immaculate,
Her hair is flowing perfection,
And she can sing-
I'm jealous.
Like the mermaid on the
Starbucks logo,
She's perfectly symmetrical.
And I know, I know,
She's not really a mermaid,
But a siren.
Much like Ariel
Who is a human on land
But a fish in the water.
I am jealous.
I'm a fish out of water.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
Mohabbat ne yaha logo ko kya se kya bana dala
usse jo heer samjha to mujhe ranjha bana dala
mili mujhko na wo iss baat se shikwa nahi fir v
usse pakar v naa paya ajab kissa bana dala !
akela jab v chalta hu tujhe hi saath pata hu
jami se aashma tak mai tera ehshas pata hu
khudaye ishq ne mujhpe v kya aisa sitam dhaya
mai girna v jo chuahu to sada upar hi jata hu !
tujhe mai pyar se dekhhu ya nafrat ka hawala du
jo jeevan me bhara ** tam to fir kaisa ujala du
mujhe to ishq ne barbaad kar tara bana dala
chamakta hu falak par mai jaami ko kya ujala du !
jaami se ashma ka ** safar tu saath chalta hsi
bina tere mujhe jeevan v ab abhishaap lagta hai
mujhe gum naa judai ka khuda meri yahi sun le
naa tu mujhko samajhti hai naa wo mujhko samajhta hai !!!!
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 3:03 AM UTC
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say?
‘A posteriori’ leads the way
For the extra and the ordinary
Axiomatic sway,
In the gravity of corollary,
‘A priori’ interplay
Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation,
As the innocence of dissonance delay.
Practicing semantic contemplation,
In willfully prevenient interpolation,
Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray,
Forecasts in vague extrapolation
Contrasts the millennial contagion
Already underway,
Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves,
To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves,
A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves,
Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves,
Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves,
A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves.
The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates,
An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states,
Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates.
Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates,
Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates,
Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates.
An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion,
Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion,
The personable recluse fighting an illusion
Breaking down the nuances of every institution.
Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity
Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility,
An opinionated adversary,
to the realist without evidence,
Theorizing in futility,
Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community.
Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified,
Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified,
Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide,
Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide,
Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified.
Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity,
As consequential regiments are expounded universally,
To unstratify the residents indiscriminately
And identify quantum elements spiritualistically,
Changing collective behavior individually,
Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
*With one old roller skate
I'd be out to play
The local boys
Would stay all day
Remove the straps
You’re left with a chassis
Then an old Beano book
It looked real classy
Now to the longest bank
Only one car a day
Place the book on top
We’re on our way
Sitting low legs outstretched
Leaning back the race begins
Round the corner leaning to the side
Riding our skateboards with pride
No designer logo
Or high speed wheels
To come to a stop
We used our heels
Those summer days we were young
Happy children having fun
It cost not a penny to improvise
One old skate with a book the right size
It's quite sad to see
All the waste today
Expensive toys
Just thrown away*
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 1:06 PM UTC
Judai
~~♥~~
Suno jaana
Mujhse kai logo ne pucha hai.
judai kaisi hoti hai.
judai kaisi hoti hai.
Me kehta hu
Zara thehro batata hu.
judai kaisi hoti hai.
judai aisi hoti hai.
bhari mehfil me bhi
kahi tanhai me kho jana.
Kirchi kirchi kanch ke
tukdo sa bikhar jana.
Or un tukdo me ek hi bas
ek hi chehere ka nazar ana.
Judai aisi hoti hai.
Simatna chah kar bhi
khud se na simat pana.
Har kisi ke samne
muskan chehre par le ana.
Dard saare chupane ki
ek nakaam si be-matlab
koshish kiye jaana.
khud apne aap se us
lamhat me nafrat si ** jana.
Judai aisi hoti hai.
Mulakato ke naam pe
milna u to kai logo se
har chehre me usi bas Usi chehre ko dhundte jaana.
Naam uska apne
lab pe saja lena.
Us ki kahi koi baat
yaad ane par rote hue thahake mar ke hans dena.
Or hans kar ke ek dam se khamosh ** jaana.
Naam uska le kar gir padna.
kai raato tak aansuo se
takiyo ko bigo dena.
Duao me usi ke liye
haatho ko failana.
khwabo or khayalo me
usi se wasta rakhna.
na mil pane ka ghum
is dil ko satana.
Or fir tut kar bikhar jaana.
Judai aisi hoti hai.
Jhukaye gardan fir kabro me apni lout aa jaana.
Jise ham ghar bhi kehte hai.
Use Suna sa dekh kar kadmo ka theher jaana.
fir na utha pana.
Ye sab kya hai
judai ki nishani hai.
Na mil pana, satana, or har kadam har moud par tut'te bas tut'te jana.
Judai aisi hoti hai.
Jaise andheri si gufao me talash roshni ki ** jaana.
jaise kisi apne ke haatho se haatho ka bichad jana.
Fir na mil pana.
kisi apne ko jata dekh kar
Dur se aawaze laga kar rokna.
Apne haatho ko jhatak na or diwaro pe patak dena.
Or bas kuch na kar pana.
bhari aankho se use
dur hote dekhte jana.
Palkey tak na jhapkana.
Fir aansuo ka jaise
sailab aa jana.
judai ki aag me
jalna,jhulasna
or zinda reh jana.
judai aisi hoti hai.
Judai aisi hoti hai.
Nk Sairam :)
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 5:20 AM UTC
Hum us desh ke vashi hain.....
Jaha sabhi ka samman kiya jata hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain....
Jaha sabhi logo me ekta hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain....
Jaha atithi ko bhagwan ka darja diya jata hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain....
Jaha aurato ko devi kaha jata hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain....
Jaha hindu muslim sikh esai sabhi bhai bhai hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain.....
Jaha mata pita ko dharti ke bhagwan mana jata hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain.....
Jaha sabhi log desh ke liye marte hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain....
Jaha mahatma gandhi, Bhagat singh, Subash chandra bose jaise beero ne janam liya tha,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain.....
Jaha par sanchai aur ekta mishal hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain....
Jaha ki nadiya sudha jal deti hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain.....
Jise log bharat ya india kahte hain...
JAY HIND
JAY BHARAT
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
Golden Valleys, Growing Naturally
<>
This is a Logo in Ireland, Dairygold™
is the company.
I would safely say, that there is hardly
an acre in rural Ireland devoid of some
form of artificial fertilisers, pesticides,
herbicides or fungicides.
(Ireland is riddled with consumer cancer)
If the Logo was written as follows,
a comma between Growing & Naturally
plus an exclamation mark ! which should
really be a question mark ? (in the absence
of the comma between Valleys & Growing)
i.e.
Golden Valleys, Growing, Naturally! or ?
Then it might pass.
Let's see if we can force them to change
it and by doing so, it will highlight the
fraudulent practice of duping consumers
with blatant grammatical omissions and
the wordplay illusion by clever marketers.
(Well, perhaps not as clever as they thought)
ps.
I spent all morning, wondering should they
be a comma in the last paragraph, in the
afternoon, I removed it. Oscar Wilde.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
An Airline we want you to boost
We travel coast to coast
We are not an Airlines being most
It’s friendship in the skies
Our Flight Attendants are the ones who advise
We extend our serious welcome even at the flight’s end
Friendship Airlines is about bringing passengers together
We are not like our other airlines competitors being the other
From the minute you sit in your seat
Your seat also elevates your feet
It’s that take off from the runway
Knowing that you are on vacation and you need our getaway
Our packages will add to your stay
Then it is within flight hours of your arrival
We care about the passengers we serve
It’s quality service that all our passengers deserve
Fly Friendship Airlines with the logo handshake way
It will be pure satisfaction in what you will say
Friendship Airlines being your friendly tip
There will be times when the plane might dip
Just remember our Pilots will be in control
Our friendly skies with a look of behold.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
Since age 5 I was taught
to wear loose clothing
and not talk about eating.
"No, you can't have that shirt
with the Hershey's logo across the front.
You're already overweight,
let's just slap a label on it."
My mother doesn't know that
every day I still hear her voice
telling me to tilt my head up
in pictures and to go outside already.
I remember age 9 as my dad
telling me I was smart and my mom
telling me I couldn't buy that shirt
because it clung to my stomach.
I was taught to never talk about food
because it would always be met with
"of course".
Mother dearest, I know you meant well
but your coaching lead your little girl
to value the size of her thighs over
what she learned at school today.
You wanted to protect me from
the world, but didn't protect me
from myself.
Teaching is not telling me that
I had no willpower at age 8
and you forced me to accept myself
because nobody else would.
But trust me, mother,
you were never consciously hurtful
so I need to let you know:
the next time there is a little girl
that looks up to you, do not tell her
that she has to watch what she eats
or she will never get respect.
Do not tell her that "It's your body,"
when she asks for just one more brownie.
Just make sure that you love her numerically more
than that number on the scale.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
Mene suna he ki vo aaj bhi vahi intazar karti he
shayad ab bhi mujse pyar karti he
mene nahi chaha kabhi usase juda hona
par vahi he ke jamane se na jane kyo darti he
ham to yaado ke sahare ji lenge uski
or vo he ke yaado ko dene se darti he
kya hoga gar chal bhi gaya pata jamane ko
fikr mat karo kuch logo ko kisse mil jayenge is jalim duniya ko sunane ko
bare gor se sunegi dasta ye hamari duniya
kabhi na kabhi yad to karegi
is jamane ke dar se bhichade ham divano ko
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
Na neblina abafada
Dentre as árvores, dentre algas
Sentir a água
Ouvir os cantos
Cintilante
Suas mãos quentes tocaram meu tornozelo
Seu coração frio tocou o meu
Oh, Deus,
Se realmente estou apaixonado
Me faça não querer deixa-la
Os corações que já quebrei,
não se comparam ao dela
Deixe-me ficar
Se realmente estou apaixonado,
me diga se ela corresponde
Seu canto entrou em meus ouvidos
Uma sintonia aveludada,
salgada,
com uma pitada de perigo
O som dos pingos de água se rebatendo
Venha comigo, vamos viver juntos
Seja minha esposa.
Presa por algemas de areia
Se rebatia enquanto suas mãos puxavam as minhas
Delicada.
Uma beleza agoniante
Oh, Deus,
O que será de mim?
Um vida fria terei caso não ficar com ela.
Me trazendo para a água
Sussurrando feitiços e me deixando cego pelo amor
Meu corpo logo estará submerso
Estou indo
Ofegante
Coração frio, mãos quentes, beleza agoniante
Vendo a escuridão
Cego por um amor planejado
Um coração antes sujo,
fora iludido por olhos vibrantes
e pele cintilante
O coração quente fora apagado,
sentindo amor.
Oh, Deus,
diga-me, terminarei sendo enganado?
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
1 nayi raah ko chunna chahta hoon,
sabse kuch hatkr kuch naya, kuch alag karna chahta hoon,
Ha tum sahi samjh rhe **
mein udna chahta hoon!!!
Bhut kuch paane ki tadap hai abhi mujhme,
Us tadap ko hmesha zinda rkhna chahta hu,
Haan mein udna chahta hoon..
Apne dil me chupe jazbato ko bayyan karna chahta hu,
Apne hunar or kabiliyat se apni pehchan bnana chahta hu ,
Haan mein udna chahta hoon...
Dusro ko sabit krne ke liye nahi apne liye jeena chahta hu,
Apne hatho ki lakeero me mehnat aur kamyabi ke rang bhar dena chahta ***
Haan mein udna chahta hoon..
Ye alag rasta shyd abhi logo ko samjh nhi aaega,
Kai baar shayd mera mzak bhi bnaya jaega,
Pr fir bhi usi kaam ko puri mehnat, shiddat aur dil ke sath karna chahta hoon,
Haan mein udna chahta hoon..
Aasman ki bulandiyo ko choona chahta hoon
Lakho zindagiyo ke liye 1 misaal Banna chahta hoon...
Haan mein udna chahta hoon
Haan mein udna chahta hoon !!!!
By : Shivam Porwal
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
Boot up the computer from a dormant sleep,
A logo strides across the pitch-black screen.
A million lines of Binary code,
All made up from 0's and 1's.
A lifeless character that has life easy.
A plain, flat world easy to traverse lies before him.
The whip of keys instantly splashes color into the grey pixels,
And with the Lines of thought and programming,
Obstacles now stand in his path that he must overcome.
The background is set,
The bugs and glitches are fixed.
All that’s left is for the character to conquer this path,
Then as quickly as it began,
It will begin again.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
Jis phul ne koi galati hi nahi ki, Use kis baat ki saza diya ja rha hai,
Es duniya me aane se pahle hi kyu use maar diya ja rha hai,
Ai Khuda kyu aise janwar ko tune banaya,
Ek chhoti kali ko pet me hi maar khud ko insaan btaya,
Na maaro us phul ko jisme us bhagwan ka hai waas,
Ek din aisa aayega jab ** jayega puri shristi ka naas
Arey nasamjh insaan sirf bete ki hi aas lagaoge,
To phir maa, behan aur dulhan kahan se paoge,
Mata-Pita ki galati ki saza us chhoti kali ko diya jata hai,
Ek chhote se andhere ghar me hi use maar diya jata hai,
Wo kali bhi baar baar unlogo se karti pukar,
Hey Maa-Baba mujhe pet me hi mat maar,
Ye duniya ek baar mujhe bhi dikha de,
Apne amrit ki ek ghunt mujhe bhi pila de,
Nanhi si jaan tou hai bekasoor,
Maar kar hi aakhir kyu milta hai pathar dilon ko suroor,
Wo bhi dekhna chahti hai duniya,
Janam lene se pehle hi Jaan gawani padti hai oo gudiya,
Apne hi hathon ukhed dete hai apne hi aangan ka phool,
Kaisa hai ye bereham logon ka usool,
Kismat wale hote hai wo insaan,
Jinki kokh mein dete hain betiyan bhagwaan,
Beti hai ishwar ka hai en anmol uphaar,
Jeene ka us nanhi jaan ko bhi hai adhikaar,
Sharam aati hai logo ki is ghatiya soch par,
Taras aata hai unpar
Jo apne hi ansh ka dete hain maar
Devi ka karte hain jo tiraskaar,
Banao ek naya usool
Beti ko karo qubool
Jeevan ka hai ye adhaar
Banta hai inhi se sansaar,
Likh us phul ka dard hamari aankhen bhar aai,
Teri banai duniya me O mera khuda ye teri kaisi khudai..
Ye teri kaisi khudai...
Collaboration by Manish Shrivastava and Sonia Paruthi
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
morning dew drops on your collar
impressing me with the zealous way the seasons drastically measure the moment it takes me
to reach forwards and brush it off
liquid winter falling onto a ***** cement
the initials 'F T' written jaggedly into the cold stone of asphalt
i wait for it to disappear, for the flicker of everything gone to fade from my vision
but it passes too quickly
i look back up and there's no one around
the street is empty and the capricious wind has ceased
a sucker for patterns i walk into a fabric store and feel my hand linger on the erratic linens
fingers paused on the peach organza sprawled like a pink bubblegum sea
and i am swept into the manic fantasies of wearing the sheer tissue-like textile into
the abdomen of your sweaty palm and sinking like a sticky sweet stripe
until you put your hand in your pocket and i spend a year inside melting
into the every thread and curve of your jean until it is nothing but disgusting sugar
everything i could be when i am hidden from sight in the dark caverns of denim pants
who knew the tongue in cheek joke would be nothing but my tongue in your mouth
touching all the way up your gums
find me sweltering beneath the uvula wondering if i could go back
to the time i found that girl with the mountain logo sweatshirt who whistled between her teeth and hummed all the reasons i should skin my knee and kiss the salty wound because there's no greater pleasure than knowing you don't have to wait for that morning dew drop to fall from their ******* collar
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 1:30 AM UTC
*Over the centuries
a transforming logo
promoting and shaping
our dance with coffee..
a seafaring birth
fifteenth century siren
exposed and sensuous
twin-tailed mermaid..
her seductive history
reached to Seattle
with nautical theme..
one lasting effect
many centuries told
with modified modesty
her crown remains..
this enduring connection
upper and lower
crown and creation
transcends the coffee..
the logo reminds us:
senses through time
stimulate and attract
crowned light above...*
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 8:47 PM UTC
Zindagi me kai ese moke aaenge jab tum apne apko 1 ajib kashmo kash me paoge,
Kai viparit paristhityo ka dar tumhe sataega,
Kya galat hai kya sahi tumhe kuch smjh nahi aaega,
Ye kuch uljhne hai jo har kisi ki Zindagi me alg alg samay pr aati hai
Jo ki us waqt pr bhut soch smjhkr kuch faislo se suljhai jati hai
Par kya wo faisle lena itna aasan hota hai?
Kyu ki wo 1 faisla shyd puri zindagi ko bdl skta hai
Har faisle me Kuch panne ki tammana, to kuch khone ka dar to hoga
Par un sab raaho me se kisi 1 ko tumhe chunna hoga,
Us raah ko chunne ke liye tum Hazaro logo se ray mashwara karte **
Kai baar apne dil ki chod, gairo ki baat par bh yakin karte **
Par smjho is baat ko, ki Hazaro se sunkr bhi tumhara dil kis chiz ko chahta hai
Dhundho, Kya hai wo esa jisko tumhara man puri mehnat, lagan aur jazbato k sath karna chahta hai.
Kyu ki Sahi to sab kuch hai is duniya me
Par tumhare liye kya sahi hai ye tumhi jaan skte **
Apne andar ki kabiliyat ko pehchankar, Mehnat kar
apne sapno ko haqueeqat bana skte ** !!
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 6:48 AM UTC
Meri zindgi ka hissa nhi hai mera pyaar..
Whi hai mere jeevan ka adhaar.....
Jo dia mene tumhe.... Tum jtaate ** uska abhaar....
are meri jaan... Smjho na... Ye pyaar hai nahi hai koi vyapaar.....
tu hai jese.... Baadlo me behtaa chand....
bchpan me wo sath chalta suraj....
baarish ki wo pehli boond....
sukun itna ke teri awaaj sun.. lu me apni aankhe mund....
maanti hu hum alag hai or thodhe se alag hai vichaar....
par jo do oppsite ko ek krde.... Whi to hota hai na pyaar....
or pyaar hi hai mere jeevan ka adhaar....
kuch tum smjh jana kuch me smjh jaungi....
2 kadam tum bdhana me 10 kadam aage aa jaungi....
bina kisi mol bhaav ke tumse pyaar jtaungi....
par thodha sa tum mujhe smjhna....
meri ajaad soch ko bandhno se mat jkdhna....
yu jra jra c baat pe... Dunia ke bnaaye jhuthe riwaaj se.... yu logo ki kahi baato se....
tum is paak pyaar ko mere mat prkhna....
jab hogi chandni raat me tumhaari chandni me bhigungi....
par amaavas ki us raat me banke aaungi tumhaare dil ka kraar...
suno...
meri zindgi ka hissaa nahi hai pyaar....
ye to hai mere jeevan ka adhaar
Mandeep
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 10:52 AM UTC
Kar himmat or aage badh,
Bina dare, bina thake bas chal de tu,
Mushkile hai raah me, to aane de,
Kuch kar gujrne ki chah ko jagne de.
Tujhme hai wo kabiliyat,
Tujhme hai wo junoon,
Tu jo chahta h wo kar ke to dekh,
Milega tuje 1 alag hi sukun.
log kya kahenge ye sochna chod de,
Abhi bhi moka hai, apni kismat ko badal le,
Are Heera hai tu, bas khud ko tarashne ki jaruart hai,
Apne andar chupi kabiliyat ko pehchanne ki jarurat hai,
Par sirf, Apni kabiliyat ya apne hunar ko pehchan lena hi kafi nahi hoga,
Ye hoonar 1 podha hai, jise tuje apni mehnat ke pasine se Sichna hoga,
fir dekh, 1 din tera ye hoonar hi teri pehchan ban jaega.
Aur wo din door nahi, jab hazaro logo ke liye tu ek misaal ban jaega !!! :)
Written By:
Shivam Porwal
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
I am the void left by hope.
I am the frantic scrabble,
the gasp for a mirage.
I am the empty box,
the joke with no punchline.
I am the end of the road.
I am the face you thought you knew,
the parcel for someone else.
the missing last page.
I am the second,
after the second,
that you knew it was over.
I am the coup leader
shot at dawn
I am redundancy
bankruptcy, lonely
I am the king
with blood on my arms
From the nails
I am the logo on the trainers
on the heels
of the one in front
I am the vibrating molecules
Of the sound
Of the door closing
I am the dawning realisation
That you are not
as good as you thought you were.
I am disappointment.
I am the sun reflected
The gleam of polished brass
I am the lace of frost on leaves
I am the newborn laugh
The vibrant flowerbed
I am the happy child
chasing the rainbow
of a bubble on the breeze
I am more than the sum
of the gaps between dreams
I am the strength
In the arms
That hold you
I am the other side
where mysteries are plain
I am the miracle
the rank outsider,
the last to be picked,
who scored the winner,
I am fresh hope.
I am unwavering joy.
I am the rock.
I am.
And I choose you.
May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 8:57 AM UTC
Father, Son, Mechanic…
Man, I’ve wanted to talk to you – really talk to you – for some time now.
to see your face in front of me, instead of dangling from necklaces,
or hanging, melancholy, over sexless couples’ beds.
I’ve spent a lot of time reading all that stuff you wrote (supposedly),
and I’ve enjoyed it, Man, I have.
but I keep wanting it to be a letter, when in the end it’s just
a bipartisan explanation – an engineer’s guide to
building a pretty vehicle around a faulty engine.
I always see you, arms spread,
sprawled across the older bitter-america’s steering wheel.
my mama would tease me, saying you’d want me to help some day.
but you and your cronies drove me like a beat-down El Camino,
joyfully taking me through wrong turns and bumpy streets
waiting for my chassis to split.
and once I ran out of gas to offer, you refused to touch me at all,
letting me rot in your cobweb garage.
and all those ******* in turtlenecks and polos popped,
they’ve gleefully branded your logo on their chemical biceps
and gaily explain how close you were.
how they knew you like no one else did,
how you guys didn’t have a connection, but a relationship.
people should only let their mechanics touch their cars, though,
and keep their innards free of oily fingers.
to be honest, I don’t think I’ll be coming back to this establishment again.
it’s a little too clean for my taste, and your prices are way to high
especially when all you get is a little peace of mind and a sense of humbled grandeur.
don’t worry about the car, though – you can keep it.
you’ve sort of spoiled all its good intentions,
so I’ll be buying a new one sometime soon.
I guess I’ll be taking a taxi.
No, actually.
I’ll hitchhike home.
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 11:20 PM UTC
This week, Jesse Herndon has more on her plate than the typical high school student.
She has spent hours after school each day making calls, finalizing details for an event happening Sunday.
Collecting donated items for an upcoming silent auction. Calling every bakery in Greensboro.
“It’s very stressful,” said Herndon, a junior at Weaver Academy.
But it’s all for a good cause.
She’s organizing an event with free pastries, live music, a fashion show and a silent auction, which will be held at 7 p.m. Sunday night at The Blind Tiger, 1819 Spring Garden Street in Greensboro.
Admission is $4 with the donation of clothing of any size. The goal is to collect clothes that would comply with Standard Mode of Dress, or SMOD, the uniforms required at some local schools.
The fashion show will feature clothes from Plato’s Closet, Mack and Mack, and Patina Bridal and Formals.
The silent auction would include items such as Weaver Academy student artwork and a gift bag full of beauty products valued at about $200. Herdon is still seeking donations of items to auction.
The event will benefit Backpack Beginnings, a local organization that provides food and clothing for thousands of local needy children.
All 127 Guilford schools have a dress code, but a few dozen require students to wear uniforms.
Some parents have complained about the cost of buying the uniforms. They’ve also complained that the uniform dress codes vary from school to school, requiring additional clothes purchases if a child changes schools.
Parents and some students also described dress code violations for wearing a jacket with a hood, a logo deemed too large or the wrong color shoelaces.
“SMOD is really expensive,” Herdon said. She knows because her sisters have attended SMOD schools.
In January, the Guilford County Board of Education unanimously approved changes to its policy on SMOD. Principals of current SMOD schools have until June to survey parents on whether to continue requiring students to wear uniforms in the 2015-16 school year.
Now, school administrators at traditional schools also have to get public input before requiring uniforms. Ever two years, traditional schools with SMOD have to reconsider requiring uniforms and demonstrate public support for the policy.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/evening-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/bridesmaid-dresses
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
The first time they said I was suicidal
It hurt much
Felt like a lost kid
Thought my last minutes were seconds to go
It hurt much
Tears couldn't well up
Words couldn't form
Honestly truth hurts
The first time they said I was suicidal
Already saw it coming though
The smile hid much than they could see
Cried on the silent nights
Whispered wishes to my love
Held onto the pillar he built
The first time they said I was suicidal
Felt like second to me
Plus the nights spend pleading for a new world
A world with a no-human logo
When I held a knife to my dear-chest and thought this is it....
The first time they said I was suicidal
Pinned a key on a kids head
Wasn't scared of the pain caused,
The blood shed reminded of how suicidal I was
Second after my own suicide thoughts
The first time they said I was suicidal....
Wasn't that big of word
Wasn't that small of expression
Took the blame
What if I cut my ankle twice just to see red?
What if the smile means keep off?
What if I was really suicidal?
The first time I was suicidal....
I wasn't suicidal
If we could find the 'blame'
Only if we could, then anger would it be?
@taytay
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 4:24 PM UTC