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The Lost lady friend Declamation by dhang I am a girl, young in heart and in mind I am c befree, I enjoy doing nothing but play,play and play I seldom go to groom but hmp nobody c bes Instead,you will cypher me roaming around standing at the nearby rotterto, or break around at the sari-sari store standing beside the internet cafe One day I asked, I asked my mother to teach me how to be pass on, to live, and appreciate completely the beautiful things in life. Would you standardized to know what she told me? She said croupt you see, I concord to hurry up for my majong session So I turned to my bugger off to console me. besides what a wonderful word he did tell me Child, I buzz off to coating my overtime workHeres 500 pesos, go and ask your teacher about that skepticism Sadly,I attended my class But I heard nothing but the echoing voice of my teacher,torturing me with her nomenclature Hey yo lazy girl Why waste your time studying those things? When up to now you cant up to now multiply seven by nine? Go home and dont p ain sensation me I am lostconf commitdI dont know what to do with myself Where are my parents to guide me? My teachers to give me inspirations? My friends, when I play? Im lazy and irresponsible. When I try to study, I get punished for not being able to answer.Where nowIm confused Somebody, ravish help me You say that the world is beautiful, why is it treating me this way? Hear me please serving me please Help me I am lost Short Declamation Piece Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what stillness there whitethorn be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant they too piddle their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may be catch vain and bitter or forever there will be greater and lesser per sons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however pocket-size it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business personal business for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is firearmy persons reach for high ideals and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about approve for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as without end as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, racefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sharp misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many idolizes are born of fatigue and lone passss. beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no 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 blossoming as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the clanking confusion of life keep peace with your soul.With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. Short Declamation Piece Trades I motivation to be a carpenter, To work all day long in clean wood, Shaving it into little this slivers Which screw up into curls behind my bed sheet Pounding square, black nails into white boards, With the claws of my hammer glistening Like the tongue of a snake. I deficiency to shingle a house, Sitting on a ridgepole, in a brilliantly breeze. I want to put the shingles on neatly, Taking great care that each is directly between cardinal others. I want my reach to have the tang of wood Spruce, cedar, cypress.I want to draw a line on a board with a flat pencil, And then saw along that line, With the sweet-sm elling sawdust heap 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 curl up 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 make them synthetic rubber for the road Then the crates are stacked and the boxes packed and the padding placed and then The tailboards slam, and the trailers ram, and the great trucks plunk 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 made him revel the bile. He bore the pains alone, alone But in the hallowed darkness saw odorous Marys face upturned in grief below. Tears filmed her eyes, but love chastened the tragic beauty of her face which neither death nor sorrow could erase. He saw and feebly in the silence strove to speak a some remembered words but now t he whispers left his lips alike(p) bare-ass birds. His arms were cold and death was in his eyes the streams of blood were dry upon the whiteness of his limbs.His breath was like a wounded bird wanting to stay, to stay, bereft now Mary rose and treasuring his sorrow, left. Declamation Their Only news Youre a crazy house 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 son I loved the companion I sent away? He had some style about him He was a boy All through But he went away to college and the college has sent back you I should have brung you a go-cart, not a real hoss to ride I reckon youre Gods strap for me totin too damn oft pride.For I was plumb proud of you- I grieved when you went away I couldnt say half the things I had in my heart to say And-What is that thing youre wearin? A carpus square up Holy cats And what are them white t hings on you? What is it you announce em, spats . And why are your pants so tight? And why dont they reach your shoes ? Gee But you would play hell on the back of a wild cayuse And when your poor mother sees you-Climb onto your hoss and ride come int you see the town-folks lookin ? Come on an lets get 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 netherstand How a real scantling 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 out Dont ever take time to look when you get him turned about, But ride him like hell to town, and get out the possequ ick.Tell them to make the river and head off the band Ill stick. My hoss couldnt make the distance 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? make up your mind to stay? You have ? Shoot 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 gun I wonder if you can use it-Hi-golly You got that cuss I wish 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 depend t hey have got your father-feels like a broken thigh- You got that ones hoss that time And I got the rider asleep(predicate) Say 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 just 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 wet with blood. They are crimsoned with the blood of a man I have just turn thumbs downed. I have come here today to confess. I have pull murder, deliberate, premeditated murder. I have killed a man in cold blood. That man is my defeat. I am here not to ask for pity but for justice. Simple, elementary justice. I am a inhabit My father was a tenant onward me and so was his father before him. This misery is my inheritance and possibly this will be my legacy to my children. I have labored on a patch of unload not mine.But I have learned to love that land, for it is the just thing that lies between me and complete destitution. It is the only world that I have learned to cherish. And somewhere on that land I have managed to course what is now the dilapidated nipa shack that has been home to me. I have but a few world possessions, mostly rags. My debts are heavy. They are sum total 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 stretch that mere pittance to keep my self and my family alive.My scantness has reduced me to the bare necessities of life. And the constant fear of rejection from the land has made me totally subservient to my master. You tell me that under the constitution, I am a free man-free to do what I believe is just, free to do what I think is right, and free to worship God according to the dictate of my conscience. But I do not understand the meaning 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 mustiness pay for it in atonement. But kill this system. Kill this system and you kill despotism. Kill this system and you kill slavery. Kill this despotism and you set the clement soul to liberty and freedom. Kill this slavery and you release the benignant spirit into enjoy ment 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 encumbered existence that has always been my lot. My dear friend, I am a peace-loving 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 design I kill ed him because I could no longer stand this life of constant fear and being a servant. I could no longer suffer 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 disturbance from the weak 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 boundless children of God, I DEMAND DEATH