Not sweeter to the storm-tossed mariner
Is glimpse of home, where wife and children wait
To welcome him with kisses at the gate,
Than to the town-worn man the breezy stir
Of mountain winds on rugged pathless heights:
His long-pent soul drinks in the deep delights
That Nature hath in store. The sun-kissed bay
Gleams thro’ the grand old gnarled gum-tree boughs
Like burnished brass; the strong-winged bird of prey
Sweeps by, upon his lonely vengeful way —
While over all, like breath of holy vows,
The sweet airs blow, and the high-vaulted sky
Looks down in pity this fair Summer day
On all poor earth-born creatures doomed to die.
Arthur Patchett Martin
WWWOOOOOOHHHHH!!!! Sorry about that but as much as this may not been a Paradox original (due to the fact I have writers block because of exams tomorrow) but I still have to give some recognition to this being the 200th post on the amateur but lovable little website….I would like to just say an awesome thanks for all the support you’ll have been giving me and I am loving the work you all are doing also… trust me you guys have some great stuff I would love to just get to chat with y’all one day to see what really goes on in your heads when you think of a post, ROCK ON! Anyways imma make like a banana and split but till next time remember Affiliate Programs is the way to go and Hard Work is one of the many keys to Success
Good Night to you all my fellow mateys! Welcome back to another wonderful day in the Paradox its always a pleasure to have you on board and loving how your likes and comments give this captain the ability to swing on by your blogs and get to discover a whole new world filled with new knowledge and creative maps that leads to a booty load of inspiration. Rush, enough with the pirate talk, ok I will so without further a due (hahaha love heard those words) I feature tonight in Poetic Peeps, O Captain! My Captain!
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up–for you the flag is flung–for you the bugle trills;
10 For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Just Home and Love! the words are small Four little letters unto each; And yet you will not find in all The wide and gracious range of speech Two more so tenderly complete: When angels talk in Heaven above, I’m sure they have no words more sweet
Than Home and Love.
Just Home and Love! it’s hard to guess Which of the two were best to gain; Home without Love is bitterness; Love without Home is often pain. No! each alone will seldom do; Somehow they travel hand and glove: If you win one you must have two,
Both Home and Love.
And if you’ve both, well then I’m sure You ought to sing the whole day long; It doesn’t matter if you’re poor With these to make divine your song. And so I praisefully repeat, When angels talk in Heaven above, There are no words more simply sweet
Before you read the poem below I would like to give credit and ownership to Miss Anika Henry, a young girl at the age of ten (10), and also say thanks for letting me post your wonderful poem on The Paradox and also give a shout out to her teacher Miss Olivia Wint who is teaching her how to structure a poem and allowing her to allow her to write at such a young age on the topic success. This poem was also performed live since night at the DV-YC (Dela Vega Youth Club). Round of applause for Miss Anika Morgan and we how to see more of your beautiful creations. Hope you all enjoy let your voice/fingers be heard by telling me if you wish 🙂 don’t be shy now ;).
The road to success is not easy,
There’s a bump called friends which sometimes push you or lead you a stray,
There’s a big red light called enemies who comes around a lot,
There’s a dark cloud called family which will support you never pay you any mind,
There’s a lump called Failure but if you fall get up, brush off and never give up,
There’s an interesting book called Teachers which help to build your knowledge or sometimes leave you alone,
There’s a beautiful garden called Jesus if you trust him you will make it but if not then this road may not be for you….
If you have high self esteem, determination and have an head working head then you will make it down the road called Success.