Friday, 6 March 2020

FINALLY IT'S FRIDAY "FEED YOUR STARVING SOUL SOME POETRY"

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die. 
By



Thursday, 5 March 2020

JUST PRETEND

 At a young age we are introduced to what is right and what is considered wrong through childrens books and Disney movies. We are shown that being bad no matter the situation will lead to a negative outcome. This is instilled to our kids to steer them away from the wrong path and to make sure they never cross the line. Kids enjoy role playing from time to time by acting out and using their imagination to pretend to be the baddie from movies and games they watch and play. Some people, believe that the temptation might lead to negative lifestyle choices if the kids play the roles of the darker side. Kids aren't adults they only know what is fun is not real and it's only for pretend but it's the pedantic adult who puts too much emphasis on the role playing child and makes judgements of the innocence.

WATCH OR PLAY


ONWARD TRAILER (2020)

Monday, 2 March 2020

YOUR TIME TO AFFECT

KICK START YOUR WEEK WITH A QUOTE A WEEK

"Life is about making an impact, not making an income"

. --Kevin Kruse

Sunday, 1 March 2020

SUNDAY STAND UP

Do single-sex schools harm a student's ability to interact with the opposite gender?

Friday, 28 February 2020

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings


The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

MAYA ANGELOU