ICT Activity

BY: Juster Lianne T.

Buenaflor

ENGLISH POEMS
The Smile
BY WILLIAM BLAKE
There is a Smile of Love 
And there is a Smile of Deceit 
And there is a Smile of Smiles
In which these two Smiles meet 

And there is a Frown of Hate 

And there is a Frown of disdain 
And there is a Frown of Frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain 

For it sticks in the Hearts deep Core 

And it sticks in the deep Back bone 
And no Smile that ever was smil’d 
But only one Smile alone

That betwixt the Cradle & Grave

It only once Smil’d can be 
But when it once is Smil’d 
There’s an end to all Misery 
Live A meaningful life

It's comfortable to follow someone like sheeps

But it keeps you always away from your own leaps
Create ability inside, to claim something as it is mine
You are master of your dream, never fear to shine.

Assure yourself, your are born to lead the world

Unique ideas are worthy to be preserved like gold.
Don't let to other, to compose songs for your dance
Without struggle, success doesn't occur like chance.

Ignite passion of labour to make your life sublime.

Face with adversity, to ensure your identity in time.
To proclaim the glory, that is worthy for enjoyment
Transform your creativity into pure achievements.

Like an architect, feel proud to design your own fate.

Life is earnest, live a meaningful life with clear faith.
Strong willpower should flow inside self -esteem
Revive respect for humanity & peace in blood stream.

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha

God, the great creator

A crisp, cool autumn evening,

Stars fill the night up high.
God, the great creator,
Decking out the sky.

A garden lit by the moonlight,

A rose kissed by His hand.
The beauty He created,
Even the smallest pieces of sand.

Petals of the roses

Glisten in the night.
The Master of creation,
His colors are pure delight.

From void He created beauty,

From dark He created light.
The Master of creation,
And to man He gave them life.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.
Fire and Ice
By: Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in
fire,
Some say in ice,
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold those who favor fire.

But if I had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice,
Is also great
And would suffice.
Fire and Ice
By: Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in
fire,
Some say in ice,
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold those who favor fire.

But if I had to perish twice, End of Presentation…

I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice,
Is also great
And would suffice.