Most Excelent English Question....

Re-arrange these words to make a famous quote. The most difficult question that you have to guess is: Who said this or from which book does it come from?

"qualities The of nature finest our, on bloom fruits like the, delicate preserved canmost handling only be by the. treat we do Yet ourselves nor one tenderly not another thus."

Try to do it. It's easy!!!



Solution:
The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly

CONGRATULATIONS

DEAR QUEENS,
NUMBER 1.000

CONGRATULATIONS,

We have to celebrate....
Where? Our next meeting?
I think our blog will be succesfull. We have to work together as before.

Queens

_1.000_

We are celebrating the first 1000 visits to our blog. Congratulations to everyone who has made it possible!...

A poem to celebrate this moment:

THE DEATH OF ART

“Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you.”

-critic Harold Bloom, who first called slam poetry "the death of art.”

I am not a poet. I want to be rich and buy things for my family.
Besides, I am sort of popular and can honestly say I’ve had a great sex life.

I am not a poet. Georgia O' Keefe paintings do absolutely nothing for me. I do not feel oppressed or depressed and no longer have anything to say about the President.

I am not a poet. I do not like being called an "activist" because it takes away from those that are out on the streets protesting and fighting for our rights.

I am not a poet. I eat poultry and fish and suck way too much dick to be considered a vegetarian.

I am not a poet. I would most likely give my ass up in prison before trying to save it with poetry . . . and I’d like it! Heck, I’d probably be inspired.

I am not a poet. I may value peace but I will not simply use a pen to unleash my anger. I would fuck somebody up if I had to.

I am not a poet. I may have been abused and had a difficult life but I don’t want pity. I believe laughter and love heals.

I am not a poet. I am not dying. I write a lot about AIDS and how it has affected my life but, despite the rumors, I am not positive. Believe it or not, weight loss amongst sexually active gay men could still be a choice.

I am not a poet. I do not get Kerouac or honestly care much for Bukowski.

I am not a poet. I don’t spend my weekends reading and writing. I like to go out and party. I like to have a few cocktails but I do not have a drinking problem regardless of what borough, city or state I may wake up in.

I am not a poet. I don’t need drugs to open up my imagination. I've been a dealer and had a really bad habit but that was long before I started writing.

I am not a poet. I can seriously only tolerate about half an hour of spoken word before I start tuning out and thinking about my grocery list or what my cats are up to.

I am not a poet. I only do poetry events if I know there will be cute guys there and I always carry business cards.

I am not a poet according to the scholars and academics and Harold Bloom. I only write to masturbate my mind. After all, fucking yourself is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you.

I am not a poet. I am only trying to get attention and convince myself that poetry can save lives when my words simply and proudly contribute to “the death of art.”

Emanuel Xavier

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Have your heard about it?? This reality is all the rage!!!

Ladies and Gentlemen..... Mr Johnny Cash

When The Man Comes Around

And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse

There's a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who _________
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a ___________________________
When the man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million __________________
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, ___________________
Some are born and some are dying
It's alpha and omega's _____________________

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom

Then the father hen will call his chickens home
__________________________ will bow down before the throne
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be __________________
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is __________ let him be ____________
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's alpha and omega's _____________________

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
_______________  for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the man comes around

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him ______________
And Hell followed with him

Joke

A wife asked her husband to describe her.
He said: " You are A, B, C, D, E, F, G , H, I, J, K"
Wife: "What does that mean, my darling?"
Husband said: Adorable, Beautiful, Cute, Delightful, Elegant, Foxy, Gorgeous, Hot"
Wife: "Oh, that's so lovely!!! What about I, J, K?
Husband: " I am Just Kidding!!!!