Young Writer

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598069599826568602011-07-28T08:04:48.829-07:00Young WriterAS THE MUSICIAN MRS. BERNICE OFFEI SAID THE LIFE IS SO SHORT, IT PASSES SO QUICKLY AND SOON IS GONE, YOU JUST HAVE ONE LIFE TO LIVE ON EARTH, SO REMEMBER YOUR CREATOR WHILE YOU HAVE BREATH.Young Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01994401610167658517noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159806959982656860.post-66942834439506462072009-09-15T13:47:00.000-07:002009-09-16T13:25:48.344-07:00Wise sayings

"Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.""No matter how prosperous a man was, if he was unable to rule his women and his children (and especially his women) he was not really a man."" A rainbow was created with unique and different colors; together they standout as one whole beautiful thing. So are we."Every time I hear people pointing out the

Young Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01994401610167658517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159806959982656860.post-63083186368151533492008-10-24T01:40:00.000-07:002009-09-16T13:27:30.360-07:00The scented word ever heard

The sweet scented word with affection.Honorable when mentioned,but difficult to mentionAn emotional word that lures youth to bed.Out of ignorance, the youth exchange its meaning for sexoh! what a modern world youth live in.

Young Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01994401610167658517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159806959982656860.post-46033724743533763172008-10-24T01:29:00.000-07:002009-09-16T13:35:50.911-07:00The vengence of death

Giver of no mercy to the young and old,The fellow that compensatesneither the sick nor the strong.The deceiver who lures youthto his kingdom of luxuries.The one who cares not thelabourers task.The enemy that tares lovers apart.Oh! Death, what if you were to be seen?Teach us to number our days on Earth.

Young Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01994401610167658517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159806959982656860.post-20402200040859780032008-10-24T01:12:00.000-07:002009-09-16T13:36:36.150-07:00Night of sorrow and pain

And they laughed and criedaway their pain of grief andsorrows for long lost ones.And they laughed and criedaway their pain of guilt andmisfortunes caused by them.And they laughed and criedaway their pain of failures anddepression of hardships in life.And they laughed and criedaway their pain of hunger andthirst which came on them.

Young Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01994401610167658517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159806959982656860.post-88108989474229311152008-07-31T02:27:00.000-07:002009-09-16T13:37:16.941-07:00Life and Living it

Life is like a grass,Fresh it starts today,But rotten it turns tomorrow,Life is like the sea,Calmly it rows today,But stormy it turns tomorrow.Life is like the air,Pure and clear it is today,But foggy it turns tomorrow.Life is like a journey,Narrowly it paths today,But widely it opens tomorrow.Life is like the moon,Brightly and full it is today,But

Young Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01994401610167658517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159806959982656860.post-78460955285702181842008-07-10T15:27:00.000-07:002009-09-16T13:38:26.215-07:00THE EMPEROR AND THE FLOWEER SEED (HONESTY)

Long ago, in this kingdom, there lived an emperor who loved nature. Anything he planted burst into bloom. Up came flowers, bushes, and even big fruit trees, as if by magic! Of everything in nature, he loved flowers most of all, and he tended his own garden every day. But the emperor was very old, and he needed to choose a successor to the throne. Who would his successor be, and how would the

Young Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01994401610167658517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159806959982656860.post-51467851027339342412008-07-10T15:26:00.001-07:002009-09-16T13:39:20.814-07:00It pays to be humble

I know kwabena very well. He was from a rich family. His parents were both doing owning companies, as the only child of his parents, he lacked nothing.Some good aspect about kwabena was that people in his community admired him so much. He did not allow the wealth of his parents make him proud or disrespectful.He showed respect to both young and old and the poor and rich.Again, another interesting

Young Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01994401610167658517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159806959982656860.post-71602774990190043572008-07-10T15:24:00.000-07:002009-09-16T13:39:53.989-07:00If all things were one

If all were one If all men were one, man what a great Man That would be If all were one If all axes were one axe what a great axe that will be. If all were one If all trees were one tree what a great tree that would be. If all were one If all seas were one sea what a great sea that would be.

Young Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01994401610167658517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159806959982656860.post-29131212157108729182008-07-10T15:21:00.000-07:002009-09-16T13:40:20.680-07:00Thoughts of the future

Oh! I often sit and ponderWhen the sun is sinking low.Where my yonder future finds me,Shall I be among the mingles?Shall I mingle free?The future lies before and I knowwhere is my path heading?Saviour lead me all..

Young Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01994401610167658517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159806959982656860.post-11826589039715606872008-07-10T15:20:00.001-07:002009-09-16T13:40:49.202-07:00Life

Life! Life!! Life!!!A journey without a destination.A human race so different for its athletes.A series of Joy and pain.A leader that distinguishes not the poor from the rich.Oh! If life were to be luxury, only the rich would live and the poor would die.

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