Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread?
Depends how thin you cut it.
How much good inside a day?
Depends how good you live em.
How much love inside a friend?
Depends how much you give em.
Author: Shel Silverstein
I grew up listening to the wonderful songs he wrote for Doctor Hook. I`m only 20, but I bought a copy of an album call ``Bankrupt``at a charity shop when I was only 8, just because the guys on the cover looked so freaky. I still play that album all the time, although I own it on...
before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends...
Shel is the man. He was a great artist and poet. I loved his songs that Dr. Hook and others did. They always had some humor in them. I also loved his children’s and adult books. Yes even though he is most famous for his children books I found out several years ago from a guy I...
what an aweful thing to do..........
In the laid back town of sunny sandrifill, lived a girl named pearly sweatcakes, you probably know her well........
I love his stuff! I have been listening ti his adult humor for years! I talk to people about him sometimes and all I get is...
In the swamplands long ago,
Where the weeds and mudglumps grow,
A Yipiyuk bit upon my toe…
Exactly why I do not know.
I kicked and cried
I hollered “Oh”—
The Yipiyuk would not let go.
I whispered to him soft and low—
The Yipiyuk would not...
Every night I read to my youngest daughter and step-son the poems of Shel Silverstein. My older daughter and I fondly recall reading together his poems when she was younger. Sometimes they would each develop a favorite, and ask for that poem night after night.While all of the...
I.P. Shel Silverstein
From Dr. Legume
Since Brother Shel Silverstein died this week (May 10, 1999), it got me looking through my archives, where I dredged up this little gem I thought I'd share with you all, a poem that bears a message VERY close to our hearts...
lady1999.jpg (15825 bytes)She's a liberated lady and she's lookin' out for herself.
And she don't need your protection, and she does not want your help.
And if you're lookin' for some pretty flower, you better go look somewhere else,
'Cause I warn you, she's a liberated...
It's that simple, and yet so rare. I've loved them since I found Where The Sidewalk Ends in Books'a'Million at age eight. That book remains on my special shelf in the basement where I can read it any time I want.
when I was only 11 years old & I still read them today. Back then, I had a teacher who got me in to his books. I liked his poetry books Where The Sidewalk Ends, A Light In The Attic, and Falling Up, the best. I also like The Giving Tree. My favourite book by Shel Silverstein...
i first read shel silverstein in the first grade, and i've loved him ever since. there's something so simple and pure, yet meaningful, about his work. reading it takes me back to the days of being a carefree kid. he's kind of like a favorite security blanket. love him. :)
this is one of my favorite poems
it always reminds me of my kids
I have a band-aid on my finger,
One on my knee, one on my nose
One on my heel, and two on my shoulders.
Three on my elbow, nine on my toes
Two on my wrists, one on my ankle
One on my thigh and one on my...