Thursday Treasure


We Wear the Mask

By: Paul Laurence Dunbar

We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,

This debt we pay to human guile;

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be overwise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us, while

We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

To thee from tortured souls arise.

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

But let the world dream otherwise,

We wear the mask!


Tuesday Treat


What I knew


I cannot write out how I feel

When I look at you.

All the words leave my heard,

And all the things I knew.

Every time I start to write

I cannot find the words to say.

For there are no words in this world

For all the perfection made.

So here I am making my

Very feeble try,

To show the world what I knew

Before I looked at you.

Tuesday Treat


Weakest Link


You stand up and smile,

Looking down on everyone but you.

Happy to see the small people crushed,

And helping the problem out too.

You provide all you skills,

To see the people fall.

But little do you know,

No one has fallen at all.

Crushing people down doesn’t make you strong.

You’re very stupid and truly very wrong.

The only thing accomplished by you trying to win,

Is that everyone around is stronger within.

By doing all you can to make the people weak,

You have become the weakest,

You are the weakest link.

Thursday Treasure

The Dragon of Grindly Grun
by Shel Silverstein

I’m the Dragon of Grindly Grun,

I breathe fire as hot as the sun.

When a knight comes to fight

I just toast him on sight,

Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun.

When I see a fair damsel go by,

I just sigh a fiery sigh,

And she’d baked like a ‘tater-

I think of her later

With a romantic tear in my eye.

I’m the Dragon of Grindly Grun,

But my lunches aren’t very much fun,

For I like my damsels medium rare,

and they always come out well done.

Tuesday Treat



Look I’m happy!
Look I’m sad!
Hey look at me,
I’m so darn mad!
I do that,
And I do this.
Let me tell you
What you’ve missed.
Blah blah blah,
Blah blah blee,
Can’t you tell?
It’s all about me.
What did you say?
Oh I don’t care.
Listen, I have
Stories to share.

Thursday Treasure


Sonnet 145: “Those lips that Love’s own hand did make…”
by William Shakespeare

Those lips that Love’s own hand did make
Breath’d forth the sound that said I hate
To me that languish’d for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come.
Chiding that tongue, that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom:
And taught it thus anew to greet:
‘I hate’ she alter’d with an end
That follow’d it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
‘I hate’ from hate away she threw,
And sav’d my life, saying ‘not you’

Thursday Treasure


A Time to Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I don’t stand still and look around

On all the hills I haven’t hoed,

And shout from where I am, What is it?

No, not as there is a time to talk.

I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,

Blade-end up and five feet tall,

And plod: I go up to the stone wall

For a friendly visit.

Robert Frost