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Alexa Kae Navarro Poems

  • A Secret To Be Happier
    You know How to be happier?
    Forgive yourself first,
    Before you forgive others.
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  • Time
    Time is essential
    Make each day jovial

    Use it in the right way ...
  • Heto Ako
    Heto ako
    naka upo sa isang sulok
    muling nag mumukmok,
    Hindi alam ang gagawin ...
  • Kumusta Ka?
    kumusta ka?
    bakit namumugto ang iyong mga mata?
    inagawan na parang bata,
    pilit pinapakita ang ngiti ...
  • Uhaw
    Ano nga ba ang kulang?
    Matiwasay ang buhay, ngunit bakit may patlang?
    Tila damdami'y hanap ay lambing,
    Pagkat puso'y ito'y dinadaing. ...
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Live 2 Mind 2 Avoid 2 Comfort 1 Enjoy 1 Afraid 1 Reality 1 Remove 1 Goal 1 Failure 1


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  • "There is always hope, Just hold on tight to the rope."
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Carl Sandburg Poem
House
 by Carl Sandburg

TWO Swede families live downstairs and an Irish policeman upstairs, and an old soldier, Uncle Joe.
Two Swede boys go upstairs and see Joe. His wife is dead, his only son is dead, and his two daughters in Missouri and Texas don't want him around.
The boys and Uncle Joe crack walnuts with a hammer on the bottom of a flatiron while the January wind howls and the zero air weaves laces on the window glass.
Joe tells the Swede boys all about Chickamauga and Chattanooga, how the Union soldiers crept in rain somewhere a dark night and ran forward and killed many Rebels, took flags, held a hill, and won a victory told about in the histories in school.
Joe takes a piece of carpenter's chalk, draws lines on the floor and piles stove wood to show where six regiments were slaughtered climbing a slope.
'Here they went' and 'Here they went,' says Joe, and the January wind howls and the zero air weaves laces on the window glass.
The two Swede boys go downstairs with a big blur of guns, men, and hills in their heads. They eat herring and potatoes and tell the family war is a wonder and soldiers are a wonder.
One breaks out with a cry at supper: I wish we had a war now and I could be a soldier.
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