Showing posts with label Happy birthday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Happy birthday. Show all posts
Friday, August 12, 2016
Sunday, May 22, 2016
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Monday, March 2, 2015
I'd Like to Take a Moment to Remember Dr. Theodor Seuss Geisel. Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss, and Thank You.
You can celebrate by joining thousands of schools, libraries, and community centers in a nationwide reading celebration taking place today. (It's celebrated annually on Dr. Seuss’s birthday.)
Help bring together kids, teens, and books!
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Friday, June 6, 2014
All In June
A week ago I had a fire
To warm my feet, my hands and face;
Cold winds, that never make a friend,
Crept in and out of every place.
Today the fields are rich in grass,
And buttercups in thousands grow;
I'll show the world where I have been--
With gold-dust seen on either shoe.
Till to my garden back I come,
Where bumble-bees for hours and hours
Sit on their soft, fat, velvet bums,
To wriggle out of hollow flowers.
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Happy birthday,
Miss you,
Mom,
Poetry,
W.H. Davies
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Another Birthday!
Happy Birthday A!
A Birthday
- Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Happy Birthday, Sweety.
A White Rose
- John Boyle O’Reilly
THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
from: The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
- John Boyle O’Reilly
THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
OXOX!XOXOX!XOXOX!X!XOXOX!XOXOX!XOXO
from: The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
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A White Rose,
Happy birthday,
John Boyle O’Reilly
Monday, January 20, 2014
Friday, January 17, 2014
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Friday, November 1, 2013
Monday, August 19, 2013
Today, I Am Lanthanum.
Lanthanum is a soft, (well I could use a few hours in the gym) ductile, (yes, I do get bent out of shape under extreme stress) and malleable (not so much, no) silvery-white metal, that burns easily when ignited, (no, you don't want to see that) and is used in the manufacture of expensive camera lenses because it gives glass refractive properties (funny, that's my job too: helping others focus).

Monday, August 12, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
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