Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Biography of Charlotte Bronte

Charlotte Bronte (1816 1855) Novelist and Poet.

Charlotte was the daughter of the Rev. Patrick Bronte,with her sisters Emily and Anne, Charlotte was brought up in a small parsonage in the Yorkshire village of Haworth. Whilst still in her childhood the Bronte sisters lost their mother and as the eldest Charlotte took up the a role of looking out for her sisters Emily and Anne. Charlotte was described as: the motherly friend and guardian of her younger sisters,

The sisters had an unusual upringing in that their house overlooked the village graveyard. To escape from these surroundings and the loss of their mother they would often spend time creating stories of fantasy lands. These fantasy stories were often based on the soldiers of their strict, religious aunt, Elisabeth Branwell. Later in a poem Charlotte wrote:

We wove a web in childhood, / A web of sunny air.

After various efforts as schoolmistresses and governesses, the sisters took to literature a nd published a volume of poems under the names of Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell Unfortunately these early publications were a commercial failure. However this did not deter Charlotte and she continued with her novels such as The Professor and Jane Eyre. Jane Eyre proved to be tremendously popular with the public when it appeared in 1854. The novel has gained status as one of the classics of English literature for its originality and strength of writing.

Charlotte was married to her father's curate, the Rev. A. Nicholls, but after a short though happy married life she died in childbirth in 1855.

Quote by Charlotte Bronte

Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last. To pluck the mask from the face of the Pharisee is not to lift an impious hand to the Crown of Thorns.

Poem by Charlotte Bronte - LIFE

Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain F oretells a pleasant day. Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, O why lament its fall ?

Rapidly, merrily, Life's sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily, Enjoy them as they fly !

What though Death at times steps in And calls our Best away ? What though sorrow seems to win, O'er hope, a heavy sway ? Yet hope again elastic springs, Unconquered, though she fell; Still buoyant are her golden wings, Still strong to bear us well. Manfully, fearlessly, The day of trial bear, For gloriously, victoriously, Can courage quell despair !

Written for http://www.poetseers.org

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Written by Richard Pettinger

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Author:: Richard Pettinger
Keywords:: Charlotte bronte Poetry
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Commitment: I Shall Never Leave Nor Forsake You

I shall never leave
Nor forsake you
Though dishonorable men and circumstances
May try to take you
Emotional turmoil
Try to shake you
Karla, this promise
I make to you
That I shall never leave
Nor forsake you.

Though at times for me
It may be hard
Things we both
Say and do
I realize I
May also hurt you too
Nevertheless
Through fluctuating feelings
I shall remain true
Forever endeared
Karla I am to you.

For true love endures
It endures all things
True love does not leave
It does always cleave
Though within
One may bleed
This God kind of love
Covers misdeeds
Continually sowing
Loving, life-giving seeds
Of eternal hope
Lifting hearts and souls
So all may cope
It ties us together
Like an anchors rope.

Forsake you I cannot
For such a love
Never had I before got
Your love is true
Me it has brought
Brought from afar
And drawn me near
Therefore I
Can overcome all fear
Your words believe and hear
And stay with you my darling
Whether Im rejoicing in song
Or crying with a tear
For you alone my love
Bring my heart delight and cheer
Therefore I commit to be yours
Every day, week and year!

Paul Davis is Author of Breakthrough for a Broken Heart a book telling us how to Overcome disappointments and blossom into your dreams! He is a Minister, life coach (relational & professional), fitness trainer, worldwide professional keynote speaker, creative consultant, humor being, adventure capitalist, explorer, mediator, liberator and dream-maker.

Paul's compassion for people & passion to travel has taken him to over 50 countries of the world where he has had a tremendous impact. Paul has also brought revival to many in war-torn, impoverished and tsunami stricken regions of the earth. His nonprofit organization Dream-Maker Ministries is building dreams and breaking limitations.

Paul's Breakthrough Seminars inspire, revive, awaken, impregnate with purpose, impart the fire of desire, catapult people into a new level of self-awareness, facilitate destiny discovery and dream fulfillment.

Paul can be contacted at: RevivingNations@yahoo.com 407-967-7553 or 407-282-1745 http://www.DreamMakerMinistries.com http://www.CreativeCommunications.TV http://www.PaulnKarla.com


Author:: Paul Davis
Keywords:: Poet,Prophet,Preacher,life coach,professional speaker,keynote speaker,Minister,Author,Paul Davis,Sex
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Where There Is a Metaphor

A Metaphor is a figure of Speech that describes one thing, Concept, or action in terms of another one. A Metaphor interacts with Language intimately, creating relationships between things and Ideas not recognized before. When a Metaphor is the exact opposite of what it describes, it is called a collusion or a collision.

Although a Metaphor is quite like a Simile, it does not use words of resemblance such as like or as when it describes something.

Metaphors are either Plain or implied. A whirlwind of Ideas is a Plain Metaphor. The numbers rained on him, His smile sinned when he looked at her, and Jane knifed my wound are implied Metaphors. Implied Metaphors are cherished by Poets and writers more than the Plain ones. Since they are usually made with Verbs, they bring Life and excitement to an Expression. Yet, Plain or implied, all Metaphors can be overused or abused like other good things.

At the beginning, when I tried to write Poetry, I had a run-in with Metaphors, only because I loved Metaphors a lot. I thought they worked wonders, and since I believed Metaphors were my strength, I used them too often and too indiscriminately.

Imagine a Christmas tree with decorations building up to a single shining star, which has a beautiful meaning in its fundamental nature. Well, my Christmas tree had many stars all around it with all of them fighting with that star on top for brightness, so much so that my Poems became disorientated in a traffic jam of Metaphors.

I stopped my romp with Metaphors when a wonderful teacher pointed out to me, ever so gently, what I had been doing. I will forever be grateful to her as long as I use Metaphors. She told me to use one master Metaphor, and if I felt like adding extras, I should make the additional Metaphors wo rk under that one master.

Now, I go with her formula especially in a short Poems; one central Metaphor with all the other less significant ones building up to it. In other words, for each Christmas tree there needs be only one very bright star on top.

With a Metaphor one can express an Idea more pointedly and more delicately than one can express by using a roomful of adjectives and adVerbs. For example, an amateur could be saying this:

When he moved the position of his cap, it was visible that his head was covered by white hair, which was holy, sacred, saintly, distinct, untainted, not dirtied, much adored, spiritually aristocratic, and shining brightly with a circular light.

Here is how a great Poet has said it with a Metaphor so eloquently.

And white the unpigmented
Halo of his hair
When he shifted his cap:
from Night Game by Robert Pinsky

Let us look at the word Metaphor. Meta means across, phor means Carry somethi ng like a Ferry. So, a Metaphor must Carry across a meaning by using a physical image which stands for an abstract thought.

The Poet Jane Yolen--in an interview--said:

In Greece the word metafora is a kind of moving van and so as you drive around, you see trucks with METAFORA on the side. They are shifting a lot of stuff under the watchful eye of the stone-draped ladies of the Parthenon. There's a Poem there.

Jane Yolen was so right. Where there is a good Metaphor that is wisely used, there is a Poem there.

Joy Cagil is an author on http://www.Writing.Com/ which is a site for Poetry. Her portfolio can be found at http://www.Writing.Com/authors/joycag


Author:: Joy Cagil
Keywords:: Poem,Poet,Poetry,Metaphor,Simile,Speech,Idea,Concept,Plain,Life,Expression,Carry,Ferry,Verb,Lan guage
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The Mad Planet (Yillum the Great ((The Cadaverous Planets))

The Mad Planet (Yillum the Great))The Cadaverous Planets))

Chapter One The Grotto City

All of Moiromma (a frozen planet beyond earths solar system), was in rage. The mad planet and its several horde kings had fought a great and last battle in the Northlands, of the planet. There were rummors concerning this most trying occurance, this last battle, and its new king. All the peoples form far and near come to one spot called Old Bishops Valley it was where the Bishop of Burgge had lived and died some years pass, eaten up by the giant worms of the Northlands of the planet. These great ice worms lived in the north and grew to immense weights, and had ferocious appetites. Thus, the new king had yet to appear to his people, and the crowd, conquered and conquerors, awaited his appearance in the many ice castles built in the area to hold the 9000-citizens and soldiers, not counting the 1000-whom would not surrender or give their allegance to the new world order.

< p>No man had seen this new king, who had fought off all the cellkings of Moiromma, no one accepat his army of soldiers, and the citizens that followed him from battle to battle. In addition to the ice castles built on top of the surface of this area, and upon the 400-foot thick, glacier, that paralled the valley, they dug deep into the bowels of the planet, to old tunnels built centures before, when the land was not all ice, and there they created a underground city: the Grotto City. And here is where the king had intentions to find the 1000-rebels, and execute them.

There had been mumblings within and around the newly created region, called the The Bishops Valley. Who was this new king? Everyone wondered, a mysterious figure it was said, from another planet, far off in another galexy. In time it was said he was from a moon that circled a planet called SSARG, and was looking for a lost love, a woman called Siren the Great. General Rice, a moirommalite, had joined forc es with the new king, and thus helped conquer the planet of Moiromma. They had all dressed up like beggars, and became spies for the king, thus, it was easy to know when and where to attack, and henceforward, he became king within a short period of time. In this process of spying and conquering, he never stopped looking for Siren, he wanted to give her the whole planet as a gift, or perhaps even take her back to his planetoid, his moon kingdom where he was prince. And so, the General had every cell group within the Southern area of the planet check for her, now the north. And no one had seen her. So it would be the Great Serrias, of the Northlands left to check. The new kings army, the army he had arrived with when he came to Moiromma, was only 100-soldiers total, but with wit and having the Moirommalites work against their own people for riches and wants, he conquered the whole planet except for the Great Serrias.

Chapter Two Yillum the Great

Not many folks could remember the old Bishop of Burgges, he had come from the planet Earth, and was facinated with the life and culture of Moiromma, but the planet became too much for him, it was too maddening, to cruel for him to live among the cell groups of the south, and thus, moved to the north, which was cold year round, whereas, the south was cold, but had a summer where it was above freezing, and when it got cold in the winter, it never got as hazardous as the north country; therefore he felt safer living a hermits life, in his wooden, only wooden house in the north, and one of the few in the south. Anyone who could boast a wooden house was rich, and if he could keep it he was most witty at that. Thus, the old timers had a vague memor of the Bishop, who had changed his name in the cold north, but it is not worth telling much more of this person, lest we get lost in old memories, and now we are among a plagued king, once young and a prince, but now middle aged, and a great king to a new world, King Yillum. He was tyronical and corrupt in his own way, not like he used to be when he had first met this woman called Siren. He was throwing every Moirommolite who defied him into the cold dunges of the earth, to rot and die a miserable death. What good he had once, seemed to be lost. And the people of the planet had prayed to the many gods they knew of, for Siren to appear and marry this mad king, who had turned their planet into a mad planet.

Chapter Three Siren the Great, and the Bear-men

The General had checked the Sirrias for several months, looking for the kings lost love; now the General being the Minister of War, in addition to his other titles of General, and Advisor to the King. And in his long and trying search, he found a cell within the mountains, 16,000-feet up, and the General attacked what was called the bear-men, they were those who would bring down the mountains magical ice, place it in their abodes, and when they needed a mag ic, thus, they would drink it and sometimes could disapear to fight their enemies. And this is exactly what happened, the General came with 100-soldiers and found the bear-men drinking the ice, then they attacked, but it was shadows they were fighting. When the battle was over, there were only twenty five of the kings soldiers left, and the general. Then the ten bear-men appeared, and frightened the Genearl and his soldiers almost to death, and there, was Siren, standing behind the bear-men, being protected.

I tell you Siren, said the General, If I do not bring you back to our Mad King, Yillum, he will kill the whole population, and me. This matter will not be settled until you settle it with the king.

Siren knew the king, but it was her mother whom he had fallen in love with, not her, and she was residue in her brain, and only on his planetoid could she materalize into a full being, and only a ghost type being at that. Her conclusion was that, the king wanted her because, her mother was inside of her, and she was physical, and thus, could have a relationship with her mother through her. Yillum would take whatever he could. Sirens mother had chosen Siren in place of the once Prince of SSARGs moon, and that has always bothered him.

Yes, said Siren, I will return with you to the new king of Moiromma, but only because you have suggested it, perhaps he will regret my appearance, and perhaps he should get his coffin built before hand. Go tell him, I am coming, and it would be wise of you to tell your soldiers to not do a thing if I plan on battling it with the king. You have seen what the bear-men can do, and you have heard what I can do, and my mother is still within my brain.

Upon the Generals return, he informed Yillum of the great battle that took place, but he modifed it, saying:

Your majesty, we won a great battle over Siren, and to keep peace, I allowed her to live, and she said shed return to see you in a day.

Said the king, with venom in his voice: Should she not return, I myself will kill you for allowing her this freedom. The general said not a word.

It was but a day and Siren the Great did show up, in the Bishops Valley, and stood in front of the new king. The General with fifty guards around him, at his command. But most were Moirommolits, for there were only fifteen of the Kings original 100-soldiers left.

I demand you marry me, and give me access to your mother. Said the king.

She doesnt want to speak to you, for you are a wicked king, and must be killed, and you have made this planet into a mad planet, and I am here to kill you and set them free. The king knew if he killed Siren, he also killed her mother, his old lover; but now he was full of pride and power, and said, harshly,

If I can not have you with your mother, then it is better for you both to be dead, and then the king looked at the General, said, Kill her, he yelled and comm anded, but no one moved, the General said not a word. When one of the original 100-men came out to stick a sword into Sirens heart, a ghost of a wind cut the soldiers head off. The king was amazed, looked at Siren, and in fright: Kill her General, I command you right now! But the general said not a word, gave no such command, and when the king went to kill the General, Siren grabbed his sword, and cut his legs off, so all the soldiers could see how helpless he was. Then the king tried to throw the sword at the general, but he caught it, and cut his right hand off. And his blood spurted all about, and the bear-men appeared before Siren, and the General.

The General was given Command of the people by Siren, to judge, lead and should he be like Yillum, to be judged by the people, should she return and find him in such a position. And she returned to the Sirreas, with the bear-men.

Note: written 30-minutes after an earthquake in Lima, Peru, October, 2005, and r evised in Huancayo, Peru about two weeks later.

See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com


Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Short Story
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Sweet Serendipity

Sweet serendipity
Continue to shine on me
Open my eyes to see
Make me all you want me to be
Cause me to trip over my treasure
Discover my Destiny
Live authentically
Practice spontaneity
Get rid of hesitancy
Live boldly
Engage the day exhuberantly
Manifest my full potential passionately
Never being limited by my current reality
But living from within victoriously
Via my faith and inner reality <
Sweet serendipity
When my efforts are done
And the distance Ive fully run
Let it be said of me
In Love and life I won
Take me from tragedy
To triumph
From a mess
To a deliverable message
From stumbling block
To stepping stone
From seeming setbacks
To immeasur able successes
From pain
Into power
From anxiety
Into Creativity
From hurt
Into healing
From offense
Into feeling
From disaster
Into dynamic recovery
Countless Destiny discoveries
Dream fulfilment
Causing all in the world
To hear it
Sweet serendipity shine on me
Make my life
What it ought to be!

Paul Davis is author of Breakthrough for a Broken Heart a book telling us how to Overcome disappointments and blossom into your dreams! He is a minister, life coach (relational & professional), fitness trainer, worldwide professional keynote speaker, creative consultant, humor being, adventure capitalist, explorer, mediator, liberator and dream-maker.

Paul's compassion for people & passion to travel has taken him to over 50 countries of the world where he has had a tremendous impact. Paul has also brought revival to many in war-torn, impoverished and tsunami stricke n regions of the earth. His nonprofit organization Dream-Maker Ministries is building dreams and breaking limitations.

Paul's Breakthrough Seminars inspire, revive, awaken, impregnate with purpose, impart the fire of desire, catapult people into a new level of self-awareness, facilitate Destiny discovery and dream fulfillment.

Paul can be contacted at: RevivingNations@yahoo.com

407-967-7553 or 407-282-1745 http://www.DreamMakerMinistries.com

http://www.CreativeCommunications.TV


Author:: Paul Davis
Keywords:: Divinity,God,Theology,Poet,Poetry,Creativity,Destiny,dream fulfillment,Love,professional speaker
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Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Perception Your Reality

Perception is a compilation
Of your past history
Through which you see
Erroneously or correctly
Your present reality
Perception affects your identity
Positively or negatively
Based on what you think
People believe you to be
Perception leads to projection
The good, bad, and ugly
As that which is within
Comes forth in expression
Whether it be embracing love
Or walls of rejection
Before you can proceed
Your inner self first must precede
To frame its image
And settle within
To be transparent and befriend
Or be reclusive and center in
To unconditionally accept humanity
Or prejudge and condemn individuality
Projection evolves into conception
Where thoughts, words and actions give birth
To what you've already contextualized within
Resulting in an outward manifestation
An invitation to all of creation
To coexist with you
Help make your dream come true
Or confirm your nightmare too
To walk along with you
From conception to maturation
From coincidence to confirmation
From self-awareness to personal revelation
To give you a sneak preview
Of what your perception can do
How it can brighten or cloud you
Right or wrong
You carry it all day long
Projecting it in word and song
Continually conceiving from night to dawn
Not knowing why people respond
Some distant, others fond
Of you the perceiving one
Whose world within and without
Have come and gone
Sometimes in the company of friends
Other times with nobody to lean on
So judge nothing before the time
Though there be no reason or rhyme
For God is sublime
Knowing man must first discover himself
Before he can find
The presumptuous perception
That misleads him much of the time

A prison or paradise
You can have through perception
It's all up to you
Your illumination
Your imagi nation
Your stimulation
Your inner sensation
If it's going to be
It's up to me!
As a man thinks in his heart
So he is
This is no pop quiz
Come out therefore
From behind the bars
Take rest in paradise
And reach for the stars!

by Paul Davis

Paul Davis is author of Breakthrough for a Broken Heart a book telling us How to overcome disappointments and blossom into your dreams! He is a Minister, life coach (relational & professional), dating expert, popular worldwide keynote speaker, creative consultant, humor being, adventurer, explorer, mediator, liberator and dream-maker.

Paul's compassion for people & passion to travel has taken him to over 50 countries of the world where he has had a tremendous impact. Paul has also brought revival to many in war-torn, impoverished and tsunami stricken regions of the earth. His nonprofit organization Dream-Maker Ministries is building dreams and breaking limitations.

Paul' s Breakthrough Seminars inspire, revive, awaken, impregnate with purpose, impart the fire of desire, catapult people into a new level of self-awareness, facilitate destiny discovery and dream fulfillment.

Paul can be contacted at: RevivingNations@yahoo.com - 407-967-7553 or 407-282-1745.

For additional info: http://www.CreativeCommunications.TV http://www.BreakthroughSeminars.org http://www.DreamMakerMinistries.com


Author:: Paul Davis
Keywords:: Paul Davis,prolific author, keynote public speaker, breakthrough seminars, life coach, Minister,Poet
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Haiku Class and Learning Haiku

Some people just learn better in a class environment. When it comes to learning Haiku, taking a Haiku class may be a great way to learn how to write this shortest of Poems.

But what if you can't make it to class? Now there's another way to learn and that's online! For instance, if you were to take a Haiku class online you might be exposed to a 4-week course where you get all your information and instruction from email or from a website. In the case of my own Haiku class or workshop, all you need to learn the art of Haiku is available online.

Here's a breakdown of what an online Haiku class might look like:

Week One - Seeing the Haiku Way
It's been said that Haiku is a short poem about a present moment. This week, you'll learn what Haiku is (and isn't) so you can understand and get into the Haiku mindset. You'll also read lots of Haiku and find one poet you really like.

Week Two - Writing Descriptive Phrases
The key to writing Haiku is learni ng not to tell your readers but show them! In fact, this is the most important skill you can learn to become a Haiku poet. This week, you learn how to write descriptive present tense phrases of your own.

Week Three - Combining Fragment and Phrase for a Complete Haiku
Writing phrases is key in learning the art of Haiku making. So is combining this phrase with a fragment. This week you learn how to create Haiku fragments to create full Haiku Poems!

Week Four - I'm a Haiku Poet!
In our final week, you'll spend time creating your own original Haiku Poems. You'll get feedback from your instructor and other group members as well!

By looking through this course syllabus, you can see that everything you need to learn Haiku is here. But how do you get help? That's where the instructor comes in. You see, each week you'll get 2 assignments you email to your instructor, who then provides feedback and insight as to how you can improve. And the best thing about a ll of this is that you never have to leave your house!

Edward Weiss is a poet, author, and publisher of Wisteria Press. He has been helping students learn how to write Haiku for many years and has just released his second book Bird Haiku! Get our free report How to Write Haiku Visit http://wisteriapress.com for Haiku books, lessons, articles, and more!


Author:: Edward A. Weiss
Keywords:: Haiku, Haiku class,Haiku workshop,Poems,Poetry
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