Wednesday, February 27, 2019

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The Lost Girl Declamation by dhang I am a girl, young in heart and in mind I am c atomic number 18 gratis(p), I enjoy doing nonhing only when play,play and play I seldom go to school but hmp nobody c bes Instead,you provide substantiate me roaming well-nigh standing at the nearby piece of tailto, or hanging around at the sari-sari store standing beside the internet cafe One day I rented, I asked my mother to teach me how to be aim, to live, and appreciate all the stunning things in life. Would you like to k straight w don she told me? She said Cant you perk up, I invite to hurry up for my majong session So I move to my scram to console me. solely what a wonderful word he did tell me Child, I perk up to finish my overtime workhithers 500 pesos, go and ask your instructor about that interrogatory Sadly,I attended my class except I heard nothing but the echoing voice of my teacher,torturing me with her wrangle Hey yo lazy girl Why bungle your time studying those thing s? When up to promptly you cant even so multiply seven by nine? Go home and beart bother me I am lostconfusedI dont k straight off what to do with myself Where argon my parents to guide me? My teachers to bear me inspirations? My friends, when I play? Im lazy and irresponsible. When I shew to study, I masturbate punished for not being able to answer.Where nowIm confused Somebody, please help me You label that the innovation is beautiful, why is it treating me this way? Hear me please religious service me please Help me I am lost Short Declamation Piece Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peacefulness there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and intelligibly and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant they excessively guard their story. subdue loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become futile and bitter or always there entrust be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep kindle in your own career, however humble it is a real obstinance in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business personal matters for the world is honorable of trickery. But permit this not blind you to what honor there is many persons strive for high ideals and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be misanthropical about love for in the face of all aridity and disillusion it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, race to the full surrendering the things of youth. genteelness strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. humansy tendings are born of wear off and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, n o less than the trees and the stars you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is anthesis as it should. Therefore be at peace with beau ideal, whatever you suppose Him to be, and whatever your craunchs and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your sense.With all its sham, drudgery, and bewildered dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. undertake to be happy. Short Declamation Piece Trades I expect to be a carpenter, To work all day long in clean wood, neaten it into bantam this slivers Which screw up into curls behind my plane Pounding square, down in the mouth nails into white boards, With the claws of my hammer glistening Like the tongue of a snake. I want to shingle a house, Sitting on a ridgepole, in a bright breeze. I want to put the shingles on neatly, Taking great care that each is directly amongst 2 others. I want my hands to have the tang of wood Spruce, cedar, cypress.I want to draw a line on a board with a flat pencil, And then dictum along that line, With the sweet-smelling sawdust piling up in a yellow heap at my feet. That is the life I want to be Heigh-ho Sleet and shift for the slippery climb, How they stop a fire, or tinker a tire and pull into town on time. The city takes, and it goes its way, and the great dark hulks reload, While mechanics grease and test, and check, to defend them safe for the road Then the crates are stacked and the boxes packed and the pad placed and then The tailboards slam, and the trailers ram, and the great trucks roll againShort Declamation Man Upon The Cross Upon the cross against the hills of the night They nailed the man, and while they speared his breast they do him imbibing the bile. He bore the pains alone, alone But in the set apart darkness saw Sweet Marys face distressed in grief below. Tears filmed her eyes, but love chastened the tragical beauty of her face which neither death nor sorrow could erase. He saw and feebly in the silence strove to speak a few remembered words but now the whispers left his lips like tender birds. His arms were mothy and death was in his eyes the streams of blood were dry upon the whiteness of his limbs.His pinch was like a wounded bird wanting to stay, to stay, bereft now Mary rose and treasuring his sorrow, left. Declamation Their Only Son Youre a hell on earth of a cow-man, you are You, and your yaller shoes How would you look a-straddle of a Roman-nosed cayuse Where would you be in a round-up, or a mix with the Greasers, say ? Where is the boy I loved the feller I sent away? He had some style about him He was a boy every last(predicate) by means of But he went away to college and the college has sent seat you I should have brung you a go-cart, not a real hoss to lambast I understand youre Gods rebuke for me totin similarly whoreson much pride.For I was plumb uplifted of you- I grieved when you went away I couldnt say half the thin gs I had in my heart to say And-What is that thing youre wearin? A wrist watch Holy cats And what are them white things on you? What is it you call em, spats . And why are your pants so tight? And why dont they reach your shoes ? guanine But you would play hell on the back of a half-baked cayuse And when your poor mother sees you-Climb onto your hoss and ride Dont you see the town-folks lookin ? Come on an lets do outside If wed a-stayed there much longer someone would have laughed, and thenId had to have started something I couldnt undo again For you are my son-God help me and no one may laugh at you And not have your father call him. This place we are comin to Is where that there young school teacher was caught by that Greaser band- Oh, well, we wont talk about that. I reckon you cant understand How a real stud poker gets feelin-Hold up What is that ahead? Its the same band Ridin for us God Look at em ride and spread Your hoss hasnt had no rider-hes fresh as he started ou t Dont ever take time to look when you get him turned about, But ride him like hell to town, and get out the possequick.Tell them to devote the river and head off the band Ill stick. My hoss couldnt make the keep ahead of that rush no how- And I never turned back on a Greaser And I aint beginnin now When its safe and the fight is over, come back where I am, and by The Greasers Ive sent to hell youll see how a man can die. Tell your mother I thought about her-And give him the spurs and ride Dont you see them cut tin around us? Oh, God With a he-man Id Go through em like hell a-poppin Go on Make your get-away Whats that you are sayin to me? Made up your mind to stay? You have ? evolve your hoss thenShoot him Here Let me Thats the how Thats it, get down behind him Now for my own hoss Now Whats that you are handlin that way, and boldin so tight- my son? That one of them automatics? Ive beard of that kind of crap-shooter I wonder if you can use it-Hi-golly You got that cuss I depr ivation that your ma could see us You bet shed be proud of us Im strong for the old six-gun, son-Sho That went a little high I guess they have got your father-feels like a broken thigh- You got that ones hoss that time And I got the rider dead verbalize We will go ridin bell-ward with half of that band aheadAnd if your poor ma could see us-You got im You got im She When they have found us I reckon will be proud of her boy and me Whats that? We aint got em running? The posse And estimable in time I reckon theyll have to tote me I aint in no shape to climb On a hoss but, son, ride by me, Im proud of the way you done And your mother will be proud of you. The lord bas give us a son And if the spats you are wearin and the pants you have on suit you Im for em From bell to breakfast And Im for the wrist watch too And the boys thats riding for us bas got to outfit like that, With spats and skin-tight britches, and rist-watch and dinky hat Declamation Piece I Demand Death My hands are sealed with blood. They are crimsoned with the blood of a man I have just killed. I have come here today to confess. I have committed massacre, deliberate, premeditated murder. I have killed a man in cold blood. That man is my repress. I am here not to ask for pity but for justice. Simple, elementary justice. I am a renter My father was a tenant forward me and so was his father before him. This misery is my inheritance and perhaps this will be my legacy to my children. I have labored on a patch of land not mine.But I have learned to love that land, for it is the only thing that lies between me and complete destitution. It is the only world that I have learned to cherish. And someplace on that land I have managed to build what is now the tattered nipa shack that has been home to me. I have but a few world possessions, mostly rags. My debts are heavy. They are sum check of my ignorance and the inspired arithmetic of my master, which I do not understand. I labor like a slave and out of the fruits of that labor I get but a mere pittance for a share. And I have to strain that mere pittance to keep myself and my family alive.My poverty has reduced me to the bare necessities of life. And the unceasing fear of rejection from the land has made me totally subservient to my master. You tell me that under the dust, I am a unloose man-free to do what I believe is just, free to do what I think is right, and free to worship God consort to the dictate of my conscience. But I do not understand the heart of all these for I have never known freedom. I have always obeyed the wishes of my master out of fear. I have always regarded myself as no better than a slave to the man who owns the land on which I live.I do not ask you to forgive me nor to mitigate my crime. I have taken the law into my own hands, and I must hold for it in atonement. But kill this system. vote out this system and you kill despotism. Kill this system and you kill thraldom. Kill this despotism and you set the human soul to liberty and freedom. Kill this slavery and you release the human spirit into felicity and contentment. For the cause of human liberty, of human happiness and contentment, thousands and even millions have died and will continue to die. Mine is only one life.Take me if you must but let it be a sacrifice to the cause which countless others have been given before and will be given again and again, until the oppressive economic system has completely perished, until the sons of toil have been liberated from enslavement, and until man has been fully restored to decency and self respect. You tell me of the right to life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness. But I have known no rights, only obligations I have known no happiness only despair in the cumber existence that has always been my lot. My dear friend, I am a peaceable citizen. I have nothing but love for my fellowmen.And yet, why did I kill this man? It is because he was the symbol of an economic system which has made him and me what we are He, a master, and I, a slave. Out of a deliberate project I killed him because I could no longer stand this life of constant fear and being a servant. I could no longer get together the thought of being perpetually a slave. I committed the murder as an abject lesson. I want to blow that spelled the death of my master to be a death blow to the institution of the economic slavery which shamelessly exists in the bright sunlight of freedom that is guaranteed by the constitution to every man.My dear friend I do anguish from the scant(p) and helpless and has laid upon the back of the ignorant labor burdens that are too heavy to be borne, I demand death To this callous system of exploitation that has tightened the fetters of perpetual bondage in the hands of thousands, and has killed the spirit of freedom in the hearts of men, I demand death. To this oppression that has denied liberty to the free and unbounded children of God, I DEMAND DEATH

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