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Personalized Name Poems

  • Posted on November 21, 2009 at 12:16 pm


Personalized name poems can be used for all occasions from a simple birthday wish, to a best mans speech, or even a beautiful and thoughtful gesture for a bereavement.

What a wonderful idea, a poem created by a poet on a subject personal to you with all your own content. Putting together the thoughts and emotions you want to convey and presenting them in verse, rhyming and co-ordinated. It makes your ideas come to life, providing you with a well-structured poem centred on issues close to your heart.

Young men or women struggling to get the words out of how they find someone attractive, needn’t worry anymore, with a few lines of information the poet is able to conjure up the ideal words to get the message across, in a much more imaginative and original way.

People often find it difficult to convey their thoughts when writing in cards for their immediate family and close friends. But by relaying some of their memories of their times together, this can be transposed into a delightful little keepsake of which will linger in the memory far beyond a conventional gift.

The rhyming side of the poem introduces a jovial aspect to the finished piece of prose, it forces sometimes-unusual words to work together, the poet thinks ‘out of the box’ and this lateral thinking brings with it a unique and original concept.

People often keep Birthday Cards or Christmas Cards for a long time, this does seem futile at times because in the card may be 2 lines of text, of which the majority is saying the usual “Happy Christmas/Birthday” etc. There is obviously a mass produced poem from the manufacturer in there. But who really reads it and actually appreciates the sentiment?

A personalized name poem is actually a ’story’ with a start, beginning and end, which reflects the relationship between the sender and receiver. A much more meaningful and informal way of emotional correspondence. It has the ability to link, beautifully; events, feelings and people.

The development of mass communication means that a personalized poem can also be sent by email. So there are no time delays like waiting for the post, no matter what distances are involved. A fantastic way to deliver a meaningful gift, if time is of the essence.

The personalized name poem can be printed on cards or good quality paper to be presented as a gift, or just simply recited at an event, over the phone or one to one.

The theme of the poem can be set as well. The poem doesn’t have to be jovial; it can be used as a serious piece, to affirm a persons feelings or as an apology. There are also sad times in life where a personalized name poem would be a fitting gesture, like a reading at a funeral. Its properties can be used to relate to a story of the deceased or to convey the thoughts of the mourner.

Personalized name poems are as versatile as a blank sheet of paper. It is the opportunity to create something special that will be remembered forever in the minds of the receiver. There are literally no limitations.

Is there a gift more meaningful?

For more information on how to have your own personalized poem created for you, go to Gifts That Rhyme

Weekly Poems: A Poem About Ethics and More

  • Posted on November 20, 2009 at 7:24 am


YOU LIVE IN THE WORLD YOU CHOOSEYou live in the world you choose. Each act is a creation. The evil and the goodCombine in just proportion. What you see and know,What you think and feel,What you are and do –All are by your choice. Choose love, and you’ll be loved. Choose hate, and you’ll be hated. Everything you choose,You’ll see in others’ eyes. IF ALL WERE NOW AS IT WAS WHENIf all were now as it was whenChrist came to save us all,And Christmas Day were Christmas Day,Not some day we recall;And in the East we saw a starExceptionally bright,And wondered what was going onThat ordinary night;If God were walking in our midst,Saying what He said,And we were not His followers,But trod where He would tread;And we were witness to His wordAnd looked Him in the eye,And found His message interestingBut too bizarre to buy;If we were in JerusalemAnd watched Him bear the cross,And suffered with His sufferingBut feared to share His loss;And saw Him die in agony,And wondered at it all,And this were something we ourselves,Not printed books, recall:What would be the difference,Had we known Him that way,Between the faith we feared to feelAnd what we fear today?I AM AFRAID TO LOVE, AND YET I LOVE YOUI am afraid to love, and yet I love you. My fear is like a wall I walk right through. The wall is there, and yet it doesn’t stop me. I need it still, and yet I still need you. I know someday we will be in a fieldSurrounded by the blessing of the sky. I’ll dance with all the freedom of pure joy,Needing you without a reason why. But now I’m still afraid that I might lose you,That you might not accept my desperate need. You make me laugh and cry and be completely. You are the flower, I the slender reed. BEGINNING THURSDAY, THERE WILL BE NO MORE REASONSBeginning Thursday, there will be no more reasons. Over the sun I’ll cast a white shroud. No further laws, no more revelations,No sources of knowledge beyond one’s sensations;In the absence of oil, flames not allowed. Each joy without awe, without hope in its seasons . . . HOLIDAYS ARE TAKEN BEST WITH FOODHolidays are taken best with foodAs empty stomachs lead to irritation,Particularly bad for conversation,Prone to undermine a festive mood. Yet holidays with food can often beHelpful in maintaining a relation,Offering a timely celebration,Locus for extended family. In holidays a temporary junctionDelays eventual disintegrationAs generation follows generation,Years of culinary dedicationSensing well the beauty of its function. SNOW IS JUST THE ICING ON THE CAKESnow is just the icing on the cake. Even as the Earth begins to warm,And we reduce our footprints for its sake,So will light from dark again be born. Old customs, rooted deeply in the heart,Now live on as atmospheric joy. ‘Mid pines or palms, mince pie or mango tart,Seasonal displays our spirits buoy. Greetings, then, and hopes for the new year,Regardless of the temperature outside!Each gift of time is cause enough for cheer;Each moment yet unlived a blushing bride. Though the world be dark and warming fast,In season’s joy is something that will last. Nor will we soon forget to celebrateGrace so bountiful or gifts so great,Sensing well the fortune of our fate. THANK YOU FOR THE HARVEST AND THE HEALINGThank you for the harvest and the healing,Health, wealth, hunger, all the goods of Earth,All that we inherited at birth,Need, joy, love, pain, grief, desire, feeling. Know that we are grateful for our being,Singing silent praises in our hearts,Giving in the temples of our artsInvocations to the act of seeing. Vain though it may be to think you’re hearing,In us there is an ancient urge to speak,Not for any answers that we seek,Glad just to converse — like love, like breathing.

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