Monday, February 9, 2009

phenomenal woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
i'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
but when i start to tell them,
they think i'm telling lies.
i say,
it's in the reach of my arms,
the span of my hips,
the stride of my steps,
the curl of my lips.
i'm a woman
phenomenally.
phenomenal woman,
that's me.
wwwwwwww
i walk into a room
just as cool as you please,
and to a man,
the fellows stand or
fall down on their knees.
then they swarm around me,
a hive of honey bees.
i say,
it's the fire in my eyes,
and the flash of my teeth,
the swing in my waist,
and the joy in my feet.
i'm a woman
phenomenally.
phenomenal woman,
that's me.
wwwwwwww
men thmselves have wondered
what they see in me.
they try so much
but they can't touch
my inner mystery.
when i try to show them
they say they can't see.
i say,
it's in the arch of my back,
the sun of my smile,
the ride of my breasts,
the grace of my style.
i'm a woman
phenomenally.
phenomenal woman,
that's me.
wwwwwwww
now you understand
just why my head's not bowed.
i don't shout or jump about,
or have to talk real loud.
when you see me passing
it ought to make you proud.
i say,
it's in the click of my heels,
the bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
the need of my care.
'cause i'm a woman
phenomenally.
phenomenal woman,
that's me.
wwwwwwww
Maya Angelou
"chicken soup for the woman's soul"
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proud to be a woman for sure

farewell time

A time to be born,
and a time to die;
a time to plant,
and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill,
and a time to heal;
a time to break down,
and a time to build up;
a time to weep,
and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn,
and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones,
and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace,
and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to get,
and a time to lose;
a time to keep,
and a time to cast away;
a time to rend,
and atime to sew;
a time to keep silence,
and a time to speak;
a time to love,
and a time to hate;
a time of war,
anda time of peace;
a time to meet,
and a time to part.
Paulo Coelho - "Eeven Minutes"

Take my Son

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, "Sir, you don ' t know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn ' t much. I ' m not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It ' s a gift."
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."
But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"
Another voice angrily. "We didn ' t come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"
But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who ' ll take the son?"
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I ' ll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
"We have $10, who will bid $20?"
"Give it to him for $10. Let ' s see the masters."
"$10 is the bid, won ' t someone bid $20?"
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"
A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let ' s get on with the collection!"
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I ' m sorry, the auction is over."
"What about the paintings?"
"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!"

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God gave His son Jesus Christ 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who ' ll take the son?"
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT ' S LOVE

impossible females

When a GIRL is quiet,
Millions of things are
running in her mind.
When a GIRL is not arguing,
She is thinking deeply.
When a GIRL looks at u with
eyes full of questions,
She is wondering how long
you will be around.
When a GIRL answers
"i'm fine" after a few seconds,
She is not at all fine.
When a GIRL stares at you,
She is wondering why you are lying.
When a GIRL says I love you,
She means it.
When a GIRL says "i miss you",
No one in this world can miss you
more than her.