The document contains a series of statements describing things that cannot be done if one wants to fully experience and lead life. Each statement provides an example of something contradictory, such as "You can't compress your fingers and still prolifically write" or "You can't stand in freezing snowflakes and still sweat like a horse." The overall message is that in order to fully live life, one cannot constrain or limit oneself in the ways described, and must face life's experiences openly without strangulating one's emotions or acting as a coward.
The first collection by poet Jess Green is taken from her spoken word show set in an inner city secondary school suffering the cuts and blows of the Coalition government. Burning Books champions the underdogs; the unnoticed and unheard stories bearing the gritty reality of the UK’s education system.
Jess Green hit the headlines when her poem ‘Dear Mr Gove’ went viral with over 290,000 views in the first week of its release on YouTube. Since then she has won critical acclaim for her shows at the Edinburgh Fringe and has performed at festivals including Glastonbury. Her poetry resonates with audiences from school halls to festival tents. Jess has a solemn wit which seeks to bring social and political issues to the forefront of her personal stories.
Selina Nwulu’s frank debut is a catalogue of dichotomies and an exploration of unbelonging as she straddles cultures, politics, and values, seeking identity. In the itchy-footed job-seeker, the independent romantic or the disillusioned activist, she strives to reconcile the warring elements of her character.
The Failed Idealist's Guide to the Tatty Truth by Fergus McGonigalBurning Eye
Fergus McGonigal takes Ogden Nash’s notion of a poem being an essay which rhymes and targets the unsentimental truth about parenthood, pseudo-intellectual pretentiousness and pomposity, and what happens when the idealism of youth has given way to the disappointment of middle-age. As you would expect of a slam veteran, Fergus’s poems are comic entertainments but beneath the manic laughter there always lies a grain of familiar truth.
‘Fergus McGonigal reaches the parts which other poets cannot reach’
CHELTENHAM POETRY FESTIVAL
‘Bold, brash and brilliant!’
WORCESTER LITFEST AND FRINGE
‘Vibrant, wild and funny, and that’s just his hair. Fergus McGonigal is a poet and performer of verve, energy and pizzaz. Shame he can’t spell his name properly.’
ELVIS MCGONAGALL
The first collection by poet Jess Green is taken from her spoken word show set in an inner city secondary school suffering the cuts and blows of the Coalition government. Burning Books champions the underdogs; the unnoticed and unheard stories bearing the gritty reality of the UK’s education system.
Jess Green hit the headlines when her poem ‘Dear Mr Gove’ went viral with over 290,000 views in the first week of its release on YouTube. Since then she has won critical acclaim for her shows at the Edinburgh Fringe and has performed at festivals including Glastonbury. Her poetry resonates with audiences from school halls to festival tents. Jess has a solemn wit which seeks to bring social and political issues to the forefront of her personal stories.
Selina Nwulu’s frank debut is a catalogue of dichotomies and an exploration of unbelonging as she straddles cultures, politics, and values, seeking identity. In the itchy-footed job-seeker, the independent romantic or the disillusioned activist, she strives to reconcile the warring elements of her character.
The Failed Idealist's Guide to the Tatty Truth by Fergus McGonigalBurning Eye
Fergus McGonigal takes Ogden Nash’s notion of a poem being an essay which rhymes and targets the unsentimental truth about parenthood, pseudo-intellectual pretentiousness and pomposity, and what happens when the idealism of youth has given way to the disappointment of middle-age. As you would expect of a slam veteran, Fergus’s poems are comic entertainments but beneath the manic laughter there always lies a grain of familiar truth.
‘Fergus McGonigal reaches the parts which other poets cannot reach’
CHELTENHAM POETRY FESTIVAL
‘Bold, brash and brilliant!’
WORCESTER LITFEST AND FRINGE
‘Vibrant, wild and funny, and that’s just his hair. Fergus McGonigal is a poet and performer of verve, energy and pizzaz. Shame he can’t spell his name properly.’
ELVIS MCGONAGALL
Opposite the Tour Bus by Sophia Walker SAMPLEBurning Eye
Having been advised to 'Always travel in the direction opposite the tourbus' Sophia Walker set out to get away from the big noise, big tourist attraction, tick box bucket list experiences of life and find out what was happening quietly (and sometimes not so quietly) on the other side of the street or the less visited part of town. The poems collected here tell those stories whether that is an eye opening report from a sex education workshop in an everyday British town, or something more harrowing from Irag or Africa. Sophia points out that it is not always the journey but the landing that counts, the coming back. How it is not the specific moment of an experience that tells the full story but also what comes afterwards. How those who seek to damage and harass unwittingly leave strength and resilience in their wake. These are the less-heard stories. Some are Sophia's – told first hand, some she witnessed. All are true.
24 Romantic Poems For Sweet Valentine’s Day!OZoFeTeam
Romance is one of the indispensable elements to bring happiness to all relationships. Understanding why romance which is so essential is the first step when you want to kindle a fire of love and maintain it.
Opposite the Tour Bus by Sophia Walker SAMPLEBurning Eye
Having been advised to 'Always travel in the direction opposite the tourbus' Sophia Walker set out to get away from the big noise, big tourist attraction, tick box bucket list experiences of life and find out what was happening quietly (and sometimes not so quietly) on the other side of the street or the less visited part of town. The poems collected here tell those stories whether that is an eye opening report from a sex education workshop in an everyday British town, or something more harrowing from Irag or Africa. Sophia points out that it is not always the journey but the landing that counts, the coming back. How it is not the specific moment of an experience that tells the full story but also what comes afterwards. How those who seek to damage and harass unwittingly leave strength and resilience in their wake. These are the less-heard stories. Some are Sophia's – told first hand, some she witnessed. All are true.
24 Romantic Poems For Sweet Valentine’s Day!OZoFeTeam
Romance is one of the indispensable elements to bring happiness to all relationships. Understanding why romance which is so essential is the first step when you want to kindle a fire of love and maintain it.
Twelve poems about life with photographs covering love, enlightenment, inspiration, and loss written by famous poets. Helen Steiner Rice, Henry van Dyke, William Shakespeare, Peter 'Dale' Winbrow snr, Rudyard Kipling, Ralph Waldo Emerson, William Ernest Henley, Mary Lee Hall, Mary Frye, Christina Rosetti. Photos (c) Carole Thelwall-Jones unless stated.
A collection of texts published in various web pages at random who were together in one volume the author (smcvinicius) for editing a book. They are poetry, poetic prose, music lyrics and tests that report the most varied themes.
Eternal Fragrance of Peace:2016:
Mane Omsy : Poem Collection
English Poems 2016
Peace and Serenity
trying to spread the word of tolerance and forgiveness
The Three Trees is a poetic words about the lifestyle of an adolescent in core and rural part of Africa... who finds his dream, and took a decision of living it no matter what...
I first published these poems on DeviantArt, but I decided to put them all in one place and write this ebook. Thus, this 72-page ebook is a collection of my work from the past five years. I divided the ebook into two parts: Free Verse Poetry and Haiku. I started writing these poems as a 100-poems challenge, which I started in 2011, and so I used my poetry’s beginnings as inspiration for the title: “One Hundred and More“.
This ebook is for any romance or free verse poetry lover who is looking to find his/her own experience in someone else’s poetry. Also, if you like Japanese poetry, I encourage you to take a look at the second part of the ebook, and maybe try writing haiku poems yourself.
Lesson 9 - Resisting Temptation Along the Way.pptxCelso Napoleon
Lesson 9 - Resisting Temptation Along the Way
SBs – Sunday Bible School
Adult Bible Lessons 2nd quarter 2024 CPAD
MAGAZINE: THE CAREER THAT IS PROPOSED TO US: The Path of Salvation, Holiness and Perseverance to Reach Heaven
Commentator: Pastor Osiel Gomes
Presentation: Missionary Celso Napoleon
Renewed in Grace
The PBHP DYC ~ Reflections on The Dhamma (English).pptxOH TEIK BIN
A PowerPoint Presentation based on the Dhamma Reflections for the PBHP DYC for the years 1993 – 2012. To motivate and inspire DYC members to keep on practicing the Dhamma and to do the meritorious deed of Dhammaduta work.
The texts are in English.
For the Video with audio narration, comments and texts in English, please check out the Link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zF2g_43NEa0
In Jude 17-23 Jude shifts from piling up examples of false teachers from the Old Testament to a series of practical exhortations that flow from apostolic instruction. He preserves for us what may well have been part of the apostolic catechism for the first generation of Christ-followers. In these instructions Jude exhorts the believer to deal with 3 different groups of people: scoffers who are "devoid of the Spirit", believers who have come under the influence of scoffers and believers who are so entrenched in false teaching that they need rescue and pose some real spiritual risk for the rescuer. In all of this Jude emphasizes Jesus' call to rescue straying sheep, leaving the 99 safely behind and pursuing the 1.
Homily: The Solemnity of the Most Holy Trinity Sunday 2024.docxJames Knipper
Countless volumes have been written trying to explain the mystery of three persons in one true God, leaving us to resort to metaphors such as the three-leaf clover to try to comprehend the Divinity. Many of us grew up with the quintessential pyramidal Trinity structure of God at the top and Son and Spirit in opposite corners. But what if we looked at this ‘mystery’ from a different perspective? What if we shifted our language of God as a being towards the concept of God as love? What if we focused more on the relationship within the Trinity versus the persons of the Trinity? What if stopped looking at God as a noun…and instead considered God as a verb? Check it out…
The Book of Joshua is the sixth book in the Hebrew Bible and the Old Testament, and is the first book of the Deuteronomistic history, the story of Israel from the conquest of Canaan to the Babylonian exile.
The Good News, newsletter for June 2024 is hereNoHo FUMC
Our monthly newsletter is available to read online. We hope you will join us each Sunday in person for our worship service. Make sure to subscribe and follow us on YouTube and social media.
What Should be the Christian View of Anime?Joe Muraguri
We will learn what Anime is and see what a Christian should consider before watching anime movies? We will also learn a little bit of Shintoism religion and hentai (the craze of internet pornography today).
The Chakra System in our body - A Portal to Interdimensional Consciousness.pptxBharat Technology
each chakra is studied in greater detail, several steps have been included to
strengthen your personal intention to open each chakra more fully. These are designed
to draw forth the highest benefit for your spiritual growth.
The Chakra System in our body - A Portal to Interdimensional Consciousness.pptx
You Can't Strangulate Yourself And Still Lead Life
1. YOU CAN'T STRANGULATE YOURSELF AND STILL LEAD LIFE
You can't compress your fingers and still prolifically write,
You can't clench your teeth and still gregariously smile,
You can't sleep tight on the bed and still boisterously run,
You can't stand in freezing snowflakes and still sweat like a horse,
You can't stitch your lips and still loquaciously speak,
You can't stuff cotton in your ears and still hear the pin dropping on pure silk,
You can't squeeze your eyes and still witness the mesmerizing sparrow shrugging rain
drops from its body,
You can't tie your hands and still swim against turbulent waves of the choppy ocean,
You can't slit your stomach with a knife; and still devour ravishing chunks of tangy
butter,
You can't paint the mirror and still sight your pellucid reflection,
You can't stand on Mount Everest and still view the world as it is,
You can't consume titillating champagne and still decipher mind boggling sums of
arithmetic,
You can't wear cowdung coated shoes and still smell like a supremely redolent rose,
You can't walk upside down and still shake hands amicably with your girlfriend,
You can't walk on red-hot embers of coal and still want your feet to develop extra
soles,
You can't have shattered teeth ands till snap through the obdurate shell of coconut in
one snap,
You can't have a snow white beard extruding from your cheeks and still proclaim that
you were a teenager,
You can't yawn with your Jaws wide open and still remain dry eyed,
2. You can't be an insane lunatic and still be able to scrupulously recite each stanza from
the Shakespeare,
You can't adorn a diamond ring on your finger and still audaciously declare that you
weren't engaged,
You can't get as pink as a radish and still say that you didn’t blush the slightest,
You can't protrude out your tongue in anger and still convey to the world that you
were a revered saint,
You can't have dark circles under your lids and still perceive yourself to be an
innocuous kid,
You can't keep lying on the seashore and still feel in the midst of tingling adventure,
You can't whip the slave left, right, center and still believe that you had blessed him,
You can't act like a crazy clown and still envisage yourself to be the greatest actor,
You can't stammer and still speak with articulate proficiency on the mike,
You can't drive slow and still win the whirlwind speed motor car race,
You can't be bare eyed and still stare unrelentingly into the blazing fireball of Sun,
You can't shout deafeningly and still blow a melodious whistle,
You can't be afraid of a mosquito and still pledge to leap into the unfathomably
deep valley head on,
You can't eat Cadbury chocolates and still expect smoke to diffuse ecstatically from
your nostrils,
You can't drape your feet in spiked footwear and still topple on the ground like nine
pins,
You can't apply mud on your hair and still experience the silken follicles shine,
You can't keep looking at the changing sun and still tell the exact minute of the day,
You can't have a badly fractured hand and still expect to challenge the mightiest
wrestler,
3. You can't have red ants inside your trousers and still sit unperturbed throughout the
business meeting,
You can't have savage blood coated on your hands and still divulge to the world that
they were as sacrosanct as God,
You can't be incarcerated behind bars of the prison and still play hide-n-seek with
your children in the park,
You can't wear a flimsy night suit and still stand without shivering on the frozen lake,
You can't have infinite blemishes of chicken pox and still compare yourself with the
shimmering pearl,
You can't be a mundane businessman and still have a passionate penchant for
poetic rhyme,
You can't be an imbecile beggar and still think of sleeping all night on the
golden couch,
You can't sit in front of the man eater leopard and still recite tranquil rhymes from
the holy scriptures,
You can't stick your tongue out and still say that you're well mannered and extremely
cultured,
You can't be a ghastly skeleton suspended from the ceiling and still conquer the entire
battle field in war,
You can't wink flirtatiously at a girl and still adroitly tell her that she was your sister,
You can't be rustic fisherman and still know the most intricate of computer virus,
You can't spell death wrongly and still have an ambition to die,
You can't simply hold the knife in your hands and still profusely bleed,
You can't open your mouth a trifle lazily and still expect thunderous tunes to blast
through the frigid atmosphere,
You can't wear a necklace of glistening diamonds and still feel venomous snakes
brutally strangulating your neck,
You can't be a slime coated frog and still conceive yourself to as the
4. astonishingly beautiful crown princess,
You can't eat foul sewage floating in the gutter and still expect pearls to pop out each
time you opened your mouth,
You can't tear plain paper into infinite parts and still flood its surface with
unending lines of literature,
You can't have lecherous fires blazing in your eyes and still have empathy for the
deprived,
You can't worry baselessly and still make people around you wholeheartedly laugh,
You can't maliciously envy your counterparts and still reach the top,
You can't drive a truck blindfolded and still be able to reach the other end of the
road safely,
You can't be sitting in one corner of the dark room and still imagine yourself to be a
complete man,
You can't develop nerve-wrecking stress and still have blissful peace,
You can't apply effeminate lipstick on your lips and still claim to be Tarzan inhabiting
the wild,
You can't drench yourself wholesomely in the rain and still catch blazing fires the
very next instant,
You can't draw incongruous lines with your feet and still visualize yourself as the
greatest artist,
You can't brag like a donkey and still whisper to the society that you were
unselfishly polite,
You can't keep surging down into deep waters and still view the pinnacle of the tower
spiraling high towards the Sun,
You can't roll amidst heaps of glittering gold and still cry hysterically that you were
poor,
You can't walk in stark darkness and still sight your shadow following you at close
quarters,
5. You can't have black lizards slithering all over your body and still remain as stoical as
frozen ice,
You can't lick hard dirt and still find your tongue as clear as the transparent mirror,
You can't run like a whirlwind volcano and still feel your heart completely dormant in
your chest,
You can't sway flirtatiously sighting every girl and still convince your wife that she
was the only entity you revered,
You can't be oblivious to the first alphabet of English language and still imbibe every
word of the colossal dictionary,
You can't live imprisoned behind the dingy brick wall and still inhale gallons of
blissful air,
You can't keep looking at your watch every minute and still announce confidently
that you weren't a trifle anxious,
You can't emulate every action happening beside you and still cognize yourself to be
entirely independent,
You can't sit languidly in the air-craft to smoothly glide up the hill and still bellow at
the top of your lungs that you clambered up all the treacherous slope standing on
your toes,
You can't deluge your mouth completely with water and still want jewels to tumble
out each time you spoke,
You can't have thorns adhered to all parts of your body and still feel yourself heavily
soaked in spongy jelly,
You can't be a satanic barbarian chopping raw flesh and still imagine yourself to have
created new life,
You can't bathe in a river of sweet honey and still want the bees to shirk away the
instant they sighted you,
You can't lie breathless in the stone clad coffin and still come out bouncing
radiantly alive,
You can't have a reserved heart wandering materialistically and still fall madly in love,
6. And You cant strangulate your emotions; grope uncertainly in a land of cowardice
and still lead life
7. And You cant strangulate your emotions; grope uncertainly in a land of cowardice
and still lead life