“The Wise Woman’s Stone”

“The Wise Woman’s Stone”

A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, “I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone.”

“The Wise Woman’s Stone”
Author Unknown

MSA 2009 Slam Poetry: Well, Thank You by Taylor Phillips

MSA 2009 Slam Poetry: Well, Thank You by Taylor Phillips

This masterpiece of slam poetry is, quite simply put, Scintillating.

MSA 2009 Slam Poetry: 16 year old Taylor Phillips performing her brilliant slam “Well, Thank You”.

Well, Thank You-by Taylor Phillips

When I found out there was going to be a slam,
I went straight to my dorm room, pen in hand
Ready to compose the next grand
Word symphony
To give a worldwide audience a personal epiphany
To write a poem for everyone,

I had censored before I’d even begun.
In a world where only 25% of adolescents read outside of class
How many are going to listen to a 16 year old slam
And know enough to give a damn.
I wanna write a poem
that only the worthy can understand

I wanna write a poem for smart people.
For true knowledge comes from the heart people,
For the search for that truth is an art people
For finish what you start people.

I wanna write a poem for gifted kids
Teens with minds like Pringles lids,
Once you pop, the fun don’t stop,
I wanna speak for the cream of the crop

Geniuses of the 21st Century, this is for you

Because you know “Live long and prosper” was first said on Vulcan
And when you solve a rubix cube too slowly,
You don’t stop sulkin until you win yet another chess match
In 17 moves flat
Or dip a tennis ball in a 3 liter vat of
Liquid nitrogen
Which we all know,
Is atomic #7.

I wanna write a poem for the scholastically driven
Who use their cerebellums to better the world we live in
And who don’t have to look up cerebellum to know
That they’re seeing this all thanks to their occipital lobe.

I wanna be the poet for the know-it-alls
Making metaphors from the trajectory of ping pong balls
Who knows that density is M over V
And the decimal of one third is point repeating three

I wanna write a poem for the literarily inclined
Who turn to Frost and Dickinson to find
The same drama as Desperate Housewives
Who make Styrofoam and saxophones pertain somehow to their lives
For those who say scintillati ng instead of doubleplusgood
And irked instead of irritated
Enthralled instead of fascinated
Proclaimed in lieu of simply “stated”
Deplorable instead of hated
Opaque instead of shaded
The brilliant and jaded
And seldom celebrated for the selves that they’ve created
And the many,
Of lives that they will change.

I wanna write a poem for kids with good grammar.
Who know that if someone asks how you’re doing
How Y-O-U apostrophe to the R-E doing.
You say WELL, thank you
And can differentiate between whom and who
And lie and lay
And which and that
Who never ask the question “where are you AT?”
Because at’s a preposition, we don’t end sentences like that

I wanna write a poem for the kids at MSA
Who when I say BOOMBA
Respond with HEY!
We’re going to rule the freaking world someday
It’s FUN to be brilliant
But schools make it a chore
And I don’t quite know
Who’s being left behind anymore
So here is a poem of appreciation
To the future doctors and teachers and shrinks of our nation
And actors and authors
And computer technicians
And judges and journalists
And pediatricians
Moms dads and professional musicians

Reading is sexy and don’t you forget it
Mediocrity consumes, but not us, we won’t let it.
We’re nerds because we strive
Moving this world forward with our inner drive

So I wrote this poem, out of my own fierce pride
For the youth, the world’s future, personified
because it’s scary, but it’s true
The future’s us, you guys

-Written for the 2009 Academy

Def Poetry – Suheir Hammad – What I Will

Suheir Hammad’s poem “What I Will” about Resistance to the Israeli war machine and occupation of Palestine.

Def Poetry – Suheir Hammad – What I Will

What I will

I will not
dance to your war
drum. I will
not lend my soul nor
my bones to your war
drum. I will
not dance to your
beating. I know that beat.
It is lifeless. I know
intimately that skin
you are hitting. It
was alive once
hunted stolen
stretched. I will
not dance to your drummed
up war. I will not pop
spin beak for you. I
will not hate for you or
even hate you. I will
not kill for you. Especially
I will not die
for you. I will not mourn
the dead with murder nor
suicide. I will not side
with you nor dance to bombs
because everyone else is
dancing. Everyone can be
wrong. Life is a right not
collateral or casual. I
will not forget where
I come from. I
will craft my own drum. Gather my beloved
near and our chanting
will be dancing. Our
humming will be drumming. I
will not be played. I
will not lend my name
nor my rhythm to your
beat. I will dance
and resist and dance and
persist and dance. This heartbeat is louder than
death. Your war drum ain’t
louder than this breath.



My heart’s passion beats red in contrail wisps.

Life’s colors descend and leave my spirit blue.


 Cold gray clouds signal the coming storm.

A black void of silence transcends my soul.


 Wishes sparkle as starlight on the heavens.

Dreams reflect from a golden lunar smile.


 Love returned lifts me as doves at the dawn.

Passion’s crimson tide paints the morning sky!


Hope is again held high in brilliant light.

Blue?  Only the flowers in a distant meadow.


 My faith is strengthened, my spirit restored!

Life’s passion flows strong, you at my side!

A Poem for Weekend Reflection


Take my hand. Come to this vast and endless sea.

Observe the universe of unimagined possibility.

Where, with all the radiant beauty of the rising sun,

An endless river of dreams and thoughts come from.

Now come to the top of the falls. Sit with me a while.

Lean back, relax, – think thoughts that make you smile.

Reach out as far as you can and catch a dream.

Hold it to your heart. Does it make you beam?

You’ll be so happy when this dream comes true!

And what it takes is faith in God and then you,

With that dream in heart, plunge to the pool below.

There, to rest with dream in hand. He’s made it so!

Through the mist on the tranquil pool I see the sun

And the smile on your face, you’re sure having fun!

Look up to the sky! See the rainbows overhead!

Or do you see their reflections on the pool instead?

Now that the dream you’ve chosen is become reality

You’ll be drawn into the stream of “HIS STORY”.

Hang on to this dream too long and be swept away

Or take my hand and dream another dream today!

When you become complacent and you know best

With a gentle hand He will show you the rest.

He will dip into that sea of possibility and show

Love in your life beyond what you could ever know!

As the rainbow on the pool images one above

God has created you in His image with His love.

Waste not your life in the future or the past. Write

Of the witness in your life — His love and His light!

Take my hand. Come to this vast and endless sea.

Observe the universe of unimagined possibility.

Where, with all the radiant beauty of the rising sun

An endless river of dreams and thoughts come from.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave bereft

I am not there. I have not left.

Author:  Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932)

me without you is like

[me without you is like]
a sneaker without laces
a geek without braces

me without you is like
salt without pepper
steppin without a stepper

me without you is like
a [microphone] without a singer
a bee without a stinger
churchbells without a ringer

me without you is like
Big Dan without Little Ann
a wolf without its clan
a stove without a pan


me and you are like
Lilo and Stitch
Abercrombie and Fitch
mac and cheese
thank you and please
bees and honey
[Easter and bunnies]
sleeping and dreams
cookies and cream
scones and jam
green eggs and ham
PB & J
[I’ll never go away]
no matter what you say
I’m here to stay
You and me are best friends forever
we’ll always stick together
and never say never
forever and ever

rate hight!^^


borrowed from: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/quotes/684206

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