Dear readers,
I wish everyone a very happy and safe new year. Hooray for 2012!
Signed,
Kayla
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Christmas
Dear Readers,
Welcome to Totally My Tales. It is almost Christmas where I live, so I wish your family a very blessed Christmas. The poem below is an acronym poem I created to celebrate this holiday. Thank you and enjoy.
Signed,
Kayla
Cheerful time to celebrate
Holy child's birth
Rejoicing angels
Innocence enters the world to save it
Snow as white as a lamb's wool
Toys are given to small children
Majestic and grand decorations
All of Christ's followers praise the Lord
Season of hope and peace
Welcome to Totally My Tales. It is almost Christmas where I live, so I wish your family a very blessed Christmas. The poem below is an acronym poem I created to celebrate this holiday. Thank you and enjoy.
Signed,
Kayla
Cheerful time to celebrate
Holy child's birth
Rejoicing angels
Innocence enters the world to save it
Snow as white as a lamb's wool
Toys are given to small children
Majestic and grand decorations
All of Christ's followers praise the Lord
Season of hope and peace
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
On the Shelf
I sit high upon my friend's shelf. My neighbors are a stuffed animal and a fluffy rabbit toy. Of all the wonders my friend possessed, I was her greatest treasure.
My friend and I spent day and night together. We explored the garden, played teatime, and traveled everywhere she brought me. At dusk, she placed me on this shelf and I watched her like her guardian angel while she slumbered. During those nights, I knew that we would be together the very next day.
As the years progressed, our relationship began to grow faint. She fancied other hobbies and created friends who can respond to her when she speaks. I, as well as my stuffed neighbors, still sit on the shelf. Gray dust fell on my dress and my porcelain skin became cold, longing for the warmth of her hands.
I watch my friend, but she barely minds me. She continues to grow, but I cannot reach her. She is moving on, while I sit on the shelf.
My friend and I spent day and night together. We explored the garden, played teatime, and traveled everywhere she brought me. At dusk, she placed me on this shelf and I watched her like her guardian angel while she slumbered. During those nights, I knew that we would be together the very next day.
As the years progressed, our relationship began to grow faint. She fancied other hobbies and created friends who can respond to her when she speaks. I, as well as my stuffed neighbors, still sit on the shelf. Gray dust fell on my dress and my porcelain skin became cold, longing for the warmth of her hands.
I watch my friend, but she barely minds me. She continues to grow, but I cannot reach her. She is moving on, while I sit on the shelf.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Rain
Drip, drop, drip, drop
Rain is coming to town.
Drip, drop, drip, drop
Here the roaring thunder sound.
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter
Music to my soul
Pitter, patter pitter, patter
After a summer as dry as coal.
Fill our lakes! Replenish the plains!
Our gift from above.
I'll never wish you away again
To have only the sunny days come.
Splish, splash, splish, splash
Dark skies suddenly bring good tidings.
Splish, splash, splish, splash
Raindrops land on my smile widening.
Drip, drop, drip, drop
Free from the hot temperature's bind
Drip, drop, drip, drop
Rain is my second sunshine.
Rain is coming to town.
Drip, drop, drip, drop
Here the roaring thunder sound.
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter
Music to my soul
Pitter, patter pitter, patter
After a summer as dry as coal.
Fill our lakes! Replenish the plains!
Our gift from above.
I'll never wish you away again
To have only the sunny days come.
Splish, splash, splish, splash
Dark skies suddenly bring good tidings.
Splish, splash, splish, splash
Raindrops land on my smile widening.
Drip, drop, drip, drop
Free from the hot temperature's bind
Drip, drop, drip, drop
Rain is my second sunshine.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Autumn Leaves
Greetings Readers,
I posted another Haiku poem. I apologize for not updating my blog often.I hope you enjoy this fall-themed Haiku:
Chilled, shriveling leaves
From green to red, orange and brown.
A beautiful death.
I posted another Haiku poem. I apologize for not updating my blog often.I hope you enjoy this fall-themed Haiku:
Chilled, shriveling leaves
From green to red, orange and brown.
A beautiful death.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
"Sky"
This is a haiku poem I wrote a few years ago. I hope you enjoy it.
Above Earth always
Beautiful, day sky with clouds
Endless, blue freedom.
Above Earth always
Beautiful, day sky with clouds
Endless, blue freedom.
"To Be a Performer"
The feeling of getting applause from a performance and the process of preparing for a show can be amazing. Like a real star, a person’s career in the entertainment industry can start out small and dim, but it can expand into something dazzling. The journey to fame can have various lengths. Some show their work on social networking sites, participate in talent-searching contests, or even make deals with others in the entertainment business and become widely known.
Picture yourself as someone who always dreamed of being a performer. You start your career by auditioning for a school musical. You are against dozens of your classmates and begin to feel apprehensive. Some students starred in many school plays, as opposed to you who haven’t even been in a play. You step on the stage and your heart is racing. You’re standing in front of the director, who is staring at you with a serious look on their face. You give the director the required material for the audition, a recitation of a monologue and a song. After are finished giving your performance, the director announces when the roles of the characters will be announced.
One day, you discover that you have an important part in the play! You first learn about your character’s personality and how they play a part in the musical. Next, you study your lines. Sooner or later, you combine your character’s traits with the line you have memorized by practicing at rehearsals and by yourself. You also practice singing. Depending on the play, you will probably have to be fitted for costumes or even purchase some items for you to wear on stage.
On opening night, you hard work, along with the other cast members’ and crews’ work, pays off during the performance. When it is your time to get on stage, you may have pre-show jitters. It can feel like your heart pumps louder and louder as you take each step up to the stage. When your line comes, you recite it exactly the way you were taught. Your singing comes out smooth like silk and you hit all of the right notes.
When the musical is over, the audience burst into applause. One-by-one, each of the cast members either bows or curtsies as they form a row across the stage. Your turn to bow comes and the crowd cheers for you. Some people may even give you a standing ovation. When the final cast member joins the row and has their special moment, you hold hands with the people next to and take a big bow for the audience. That is just a quick glimpse of what it is like to be a performer.
Author's note: The information from this post comes from the author's experiance. In no way does this post represent any particualar individual.
Picture yourself as someone who always dreamed of being a performer. You start your career by auditioning for a school musical. You are against dozens of your classmates and begin to feel apprehensive. Some students starred in many school plays, as opposed to you who haven’t even been in a play. You step on the stage and your heart is racing. You’re standing in front of the director, who is staring at you with a serious look on their face. You give the director the required material for the audition, a recitation of a monologue and a song. After are finished giving your performance, the director announces when the roles of the characters will be announced.
One day, you discover that you have an important part in the play! You first learn about your character’s personality and how they play a part in the musical. Next, you study your lines. Sooner or later, you combine your character’s traits with the line you have memorized by practicing at rehearsals and by yourself. You also practice singing. Depending on the play, you will probably have to be fitted for costumes or even purchase some items for you to wear on stage.
On opening night, you hard work, along with the other cast members’ and crews’ work, pays off during the performance. When it is your time to get on stage, you may have pre-show jitters. It can feel like your heart pumps louder and louder as you take each step up to the stage. When your line comes, you recite it exactly the way you were taught. Your singing comes out smooth like silk and you hit all of the right notes.
When the musical is over, the audience burst into applause. One-by-one, each of the cast members either bows or curtsies as they form a row across the stage. Your turn to bow comes and the crowd cheers for you. Some people may even give you a standing ovation. When the final cast member joins the row and has their special moment, you hold hands with the people next to and take a big bow for the audience. That is just a quick glimpse of what it is like to be a performer.
Author's note: The information from this post comes from the author's experiance. In no way does this post represent any particualar individual.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
"The Moon"
This is the first Haiku poem I posted on "Totally My Tales." Enjoy!
Moon in the night sky
Mysterious and lovely
The world's big nightlight.
Moon in the night sky
Mysterious and lovely
The world's big nightlight.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
“Little Unfinished Stocking Doll”
Little, unfinished stocking doll, sitting on the shelf,
What will you become? When will you be yourself?
Will you be of royalty, wearing a sparkling crown?
Or will you be a child, living in a town?
Little, unfinished stocking doll, will you be a star?
Traveling near, traveling far.
Will you be a hero, standing up for others?
Strong as a lion, but gentle as a mother.
My toy, you are small and only have legs.
Now you are laying on my bed
Feeling your face, as smooth as cream,
Wondering how you can be apart of my dreams.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
“ I Will Walk With Jesus”
I will walk with Jesus down the righteous street,
The street up to Heaven we'll go.
While witnessing to those whom Jesus they'll meet
The direction to the Father, He knows.
At times during our walk, I might stay away
To Satan's dark allies of sin;
But like a visitor who visits their family,
Jesus will always let me back in.
Jesus is my salvation, my friend, and my Lord
With Him, my heart is not hollow.
His Word is like a double-edge sword
It is Him who I will surely follow.
I'll obey and love Him, even though life may sometimes feel like a maze
With its obstacles and confusion.
I will walk with Him for the rest of my days
Because Jesus is the solution.
The street up to Heaven we'll go.
While witnessing to those whom Jesus they'll meet
The direction to the Father, He knows.
At times during our walk, I might stay away
To Satan's dark allies of sin;
But like a visitor who visits their family,
Jesus will always let me back in.
Jesus is my salvation, my friend, and my Lord
With Him, my heart is not hollow.
His Word is like a double-edge sword
It is Him who I will surely follow.
I'll obey and love Him, even though life may sometimes feel like a maze
With its obstacles and confusion.
I will walk with Him for the rest of my days
Because Jesus is the solution.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
“A Variety of People”
Not everyone has brown hair,
Not everyone has brown eyes,
Not everyone is the same height as me,
But we all can sometimes cry.
Not everyone has light skin
And not everyone's skin is dark.
We all come from different kins,
We are unique pieces of art!
Our DNA is not the same
And we don't all live in the same place.
If we were all exactly a like, life would be lame,
A limited human race.
So many languages, so many colors,
Earth is not a boring place.
We are each unlike another
And can never be replaced.
(I had some help from my mother with revision and editing.)
Not everyone has brown eyes,
Not everyone is the same height as me,
But we all can sometimes cry.
Not everyone has light skin
And not everyone's skin is dark.
We all come from different kins,
We are unique pieces of art!
Our DNA is not the same
And we don't all live in the same place.
If we were all exactly a like, life would be lame,
A limited human race.
So many languages, so many colors,
Earth is not a boring place.
We are each unlike another
And can never be replaced.
(I had some help from my mother with revision and editing.)
Welcome to, "Totally My Tales"
Readers,
Hello, and thank you for reading my blog, “Totally My Tales.” This site is basically a way for me to publish my own work. Below is a list of possible ideas for posts. There are no guarantees that every single idea will be posted:
1. A mini series
2. Haiku poems
3. Acronym poems
4. Rhyme poems
5. Short Stories
6. Research papers
7. Videos of skits
8. Reviews of books that I have read
9. Reviews of artworks
10. Biographies
Thank you for your time.
Signed,
Kayla
Hello, and thank you for reading my blog, “Totally My Tales.” This site is basically a way for me to publish my own work. Below is a list of possible ideas for posts. There are no guarantees that every single idea will be posted:
1. A mini series
2. Haiku poems
3. Acronym poems
4. Rhyme poems
5. Short Stories
6. Research papers
7. Videos of skits
8. Reviews of books that I have read
9. Reviews of artworks
10. Biographies
Thank you for your time.
Signed,
Kayla
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