Oratorical Declamation

Bad Girl

Hey! Everybody seems to be staring at me..

You! You! All of you!

How dare you to stare at me?

Why? Is it because I'm a bad girl?

A bad girl I am, A good for nothing teen ager, a problem child?

That's what you call me!

I smoke. I drink. I gamble at my young tender age.

I lie. I cheat, and I could even kill, If I have too.

Yes, I'm a bad girl, but where are my parents?

You! You! You are my good parents?

My good elder brother and sister in this society where I live?

Look…look at me…What have you done to me?

You have pampered and spoiled me, neglected me when I needed you

most!

Entrusted me to a yaya, whose intelligence was much lower than mine!

While you go about your parties, your meetings and gambling session…

Thus… I drifted away from you!

Longing for a father's love, yearning for a mother's care!

As I grew up, everything changed!

You too have changed!

You spent more time in your poker, majong tables, bars and night clubs.

You even landed on the headlines of the newspaper as crooks, pedlars and

racketeers.

Now, you call me names, accuse me of everything I do to myself?

Tell me! How good are you?

If you really wish to ensure my future…

Then hurry….hurry back home! Where I await you, because I need you…

Protect me from all evil influences that will threathen at my very own

understanding…

But if I am bad, really bad…then, you've got to help me!

Help me! Oh please…Help me!

Can you give me one example of declamation speech about water?

Here are some tips on how to write a good speech, though:

1. Do your research and find out as much as you can about your topic:

2. Make a list of the most important points that you learned

3. Write down facts to support those points and convince your audience that your

viewpoint is correct

4. Pretend you are just talking to some friends and write down how you would tell

them this information.

5. Practice your speech by saying it out loud until you know it and are

comfortable saying it

A welcome speech would also start with the words "Welcome" and include the names of the judges and anyone important who is present, such as "Welcome to the ____ Competition. I'd like to also welcome our judges, -name each judge- and _____"

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the ugly worm

Ito ang pagsakop ng mga mandarakop sa ating bansa

You are my friend - period! is a short declaration about friendship. Me plus you equals a friendship that will last a life time is another one.

Singer

Dancer

Stage actor

Musician

Magician

I killed her because I do love her. These hands, these hands that give life to many, killed her because of my love to her.

Ladies and Gentlemen of this honorable court, please listen to me, listen to my story before you give my verdict. I am Dr. Reyes, a cancer specialist. I was born in a slum district of Batalon. My father oh! I don't know him for I am a child of faith. My mother brought me up in such determination and my ambition was to escape the filthy and horrible place of Batalon. I was nourished with hope that someday I might live a life different from her. My mother had a burning faith that she turned the nights into days. All her efforts were not in vain for I pushed through with flying colors. My mother who had given her whole life to me had tears in her eyes as she pinned the gold medal on my proud breast.

Later on, I was sent as a scholar of the Philippines to the United States of America. I embraced my mother… tightly as I've reached the plane….."Mother, mother,.." I whispered. You will always be my best mother in the world.

After four years, I came back with laurels. I became a cancer specialist. I gave my mother everything but I was too late. I who had used to ease the pain of many, came too late to the life of my dying mother. I gave the best treatment but the grasp of death was so tight around her. My God, what is the use of ten years of study if I couldn't even use it at my mother's pain.

Then one night, I heard a strange cry. I run to her room. "Do you love me, child?"… she asked, as I embrace her. " Yes, mother….. If only I could get all your pain and agonies…"

" Then….. if you love me, end my sufferings, kill me… Let me die."

"But, mother, I promise to give life and not to end it."

God…. She did not deserve the unhappiness. She deserves to be happy.

I run to my room and came back with a syringe.

"Mother, forgive me…. God, please understand me…."

"Mother, mother, you must not die….. Don't leave, I love you. It was only a distilled water…..Mother…… Mother……. MOTHER……"

Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, give me your verdict. Yes, it was only distilled water which ended the sufferings of my mother.

Judge me….. Punish me………

GO, punish me………….. Thy will be done!!!!

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How to Achieve world peace

Atomic Bombs, Nuclear weapons, graft, and corruption, crimes thirst, blood Name it the world has it. Nations against Nations, State against church, government against the armed forces, military versus the fascists, innocent civilians in between.

Is there still a way out?

In an instant, our lives are threatened with uncertainty our children facing bleak future. Everything seems dark ahead, everything is vague. But still everybody gropes for soothing words to say. Everybody HOPES, but then hope we must not let this go out of our hands out of our differences not even our mistakes. But rather of our principles, so that we can finally resolve and come up. HOPEFULLY with a most taken for granted word Peace.

Yes, peace there is nothing so queer about this nothing so elusive. But only this is the most abused word. its meaning drowned with the successive bang bang of guns. Our senses have become numb. our consciousness refusing to believe its existence. we often regard peace with its negatively charged counterparts war, fiction, contention. Yet, we never progressed. we never dare unbosom our blunder, we never even care to make it our overriding concern to propagate peace and arouse the underlying benevolence deep within our hearts. Can we not? even just for once, secede from our mistakes. Learn from our past and come out spiritually suctioned?

Lets face it our principles are as rotten as our faith in God. We may not be aware of this but it is an established fact that more often than not our tendency is to seek refuge in worldly splendor. Unaware that we are only putting a limit to our chance of finding serenity. How many of those people out there have sold their principles one way or another, Just to be where they illogically think they belong? How many of them have preferred to get into demagoguery just to win power and get in towed to the most influential part of society? And How many of us has ever thought of peace as the most basal requirement for us to ever find happiness?

There are not much rules to follow in achieving world peace. the fundamental step to this must come from every person who still believes that peace can exist and is willing to give it a chance. basically, there have to be some changes. Changes that have to take place within us first. With this, we have to involve our heart, our soul, our psyche. We can't forever maudlin over our peccadillo. we have to be cruel to ourselves sometimes in order to be kind to the entire humanity. Remember, to propagate peace, there has to be a contamination process.

Next it must be considered that for so long as pride and prejudice exist peace shall never be within our reach. People will always try to have for themselves the best everything power, influence, money and stepping the rights of others in the process. They will try to outdo one another and then come out as the "morally sustained" heroes.

We have indeed an animal instinct in us to disregard peace deflate our principles and go on with he things that are arbitrary to our impulses. Yes everything is up to us everything must come from us and we are held responsible for whatever future that awaits us. It is time to wake up now. Man lifts man, man drags man down.

Indeed, man is a rational being but he ceases to be one the moment casuistry steps in. We are living in a life wherein facts are much stranger than fiction but then we live in no dream land. We are given the gift of logic to think and reason out correctly but e are also given the prerogative to use this in such a way that it shall serve as a common purpose or a morally accepted ideology.

Life is a game they say these things are just the basic and elementary steps to the achievement of world peace. If we have failed ourselves God never will. Indeed the achievement of peace is just a matter of standardization of our morals and principles of our faith in ourselves and in him. Saint Aquinas once said "Pax opus justitia" Peace is the product of justice.

Is there still a way out?

No one can ever tell. nobody can ever be sure. but one thing is certain. Man will never know the essence of peace. Not unless he knows the real meaning of death.

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prevent this by your actions you possess when your outside or any place you are there

here is it:

"Text me not"

by Julieta S. Abalos

A mother said to her daughter, "Don't text me. Never. Never do it. I want to hear your voice. Your voice so sweet and dear to my ears. The text is not enough to answer me that you are so fine, strong and happy. I want to hug and kiss you. Once more, it's you not the text.

But the daughter dear replied, "Mother you cannot walk, run or ride this technology age. You have to fly to be in it. Take off the sentimentality. Be contented with the text, because I am so busy. I have to text my friends. I have to answer their text. It's text time. Don't be that emotional mother. Let's talk text

Until one day, the daughter dear came home, "Mama," she cried, "I failed. I did not pass the examination. I will be retained. I'm very sorry. I was so full with cellphone text time, computer internet and e-mail." Mother replied, "Now my dearest, talk to your text, force the computer, internet and e-mail. Let them help you, and comfort you. Will they answer your problems my dearest?! You must realize that we have set a crown of roses on your youth and fortified you against the disasters of your days."

"Oh! Mama! Now I understand, all the technologies cannot change the heart of a mother and the hearts of all men." the daughter replied. "Let us make the technology our helpers but not our hearts. Text me not, talk to me." ended mother.

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Sure, here is a declamation by Winston Churchill: "We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give."

Did John A. Piece write his quote Communication is not only the essence of being human ,but also a vital property of life

Water vapor in the air searches and sticks to cold areas. Therefore, a lot of water vapor grouping together will form water.

O captain, My captain by Whalt Whitman

yes a declamation

It's not available online since it's just a piece written by a local Filipino student.

You should ask a teacher.

Actually the title is, Young Man Don't Go Into Business.

Please see the link in the related links section below.

The lawyer had presented a plea of insanity. How could anyone explain this strange crime otherwise?

One morning, in the grass near Chatou, two bodies had been found, a man and a woman, well known, rich, no longer young and married since the preceding year, the woman having been a widow for three years before.

They were not known to have enemies; they had not been robbed. They seemed to have been thrown from the roadside into the river, after having been struck, one after the other, with a long iron spike.

The investigation revealed nothing. The boatmen, who had been questioned, knew nothing. The matter was about to be given up, when a young carpenter from a neighboring village, Georges Louis, nicknamed "the Bourgeois," gave himself up.

To all questions he only answered this:

"I had known the man for two years, the woman for six months. They often had me repair old furniture for them, because I am a clever workman."

And when he was asked:

"Why did you kill them?"

He would obstinately answer:

"I killed them because I wanted to kill them."

They could get nothing more out of him.

This man was undoubtedly an illegitimate child, put out to nurse and then abandoned. He had no other name than Georges Louis, but as on growing up he became particularly intelligent, with the good taste and native refinement which his acquaintances did not have, he was nicknamed "the Bourgeois," and he was never called otherwise. He had become remarkably clever in the trade of a carpenter, which he had taken up. He was also said to be a socialist fanatic, a believer in communistic and nihilistic doctrines, a great reader of bloodthirsty novels, an influential political agitator and a clever orator in the public meetings of workmen or of farmers.

His lawyer had pleaded insanity.

Indeed, how could one imagine that this workman should kill his best customers, rich and generous (as he knew), who in two years had enabled him to earn three thousand francs (his books showed it)? Only one explanation could be offered: insanity, the fixed idea of the unclassed individual who reeks vengeance on two bourgeois, on all ,the bourgeoisie, and the lawyer made a clever allusion to this nickname of "The Bourgeois," given throughout the neighborhood to this poor wretch. He exclaimed:

"Is this irony not enough to unbalance the mind of this poor wretch, who has neither father nor mother? He is an ardent republican. What am I saying? He even belongs to the same political party, the members of which, formerly shot or exiled by the government, it now welcomes with open arms this party to which arson is a principle and murder an ordinary occurrence.

"These gloomy doctrines, now applauded in public meetings, have ruined this man. He has heard republicans--even women, yes, women---ask for the blood of M. Gambetta, the blood of M. Grevy; his weakened mind gave way; he wanted blood, the blood of a bourgeois!

"It is not he whom you should condemn, gentlemen; it is the Commune!"

Everywhere could be heard murmurs of assent. Everyone felt that the lawyer had won his case. The prosecuting attorney did not oppose him.

Then the presiding judge asked the accused the customary question:

"Prisoner, is there anything that you wish to add to your defense?"

The man stood up.

He was a short, flaxen blond, with calm, clear, gray eyes. A strong, frank, sonorous voice came from this frail-looking boy and, at the first words, quickly changed the opinion which had been formed of him.

He spoke loud in a declamatory manner, but so distinctly that every word could be understood in the farthest corners of the big hall:

"Your honor, as I do not wish to go to an insane asylum, and as I even prefer death to that, I will tell everything.

"I killed this man and this woman because they were my parents.

"Now, listen, and judge me.

"A woman, having given birth to a boy, sent him out, somewhere, to a nurse. Did she even know where her accomplice carried this innocent little being, condemned to eternal misery, to the shame of an illegitimate birth; to more than that--to death, since he was abandoned and the nurse, no longer receiving the monthly pension, might, as they often do, let him die of hunger and neglect!

"The woman who nursed me was honest, better, more noble, more of a mother than my own mother. She brought me up. She did wrong in doing her duty. It is more humane to let them die, these little wretches who are cast away in suburban villages just as garbage is thrown away.

"I grew up with the indistinct impression that I was carrying some burden of shame. One day the other children called me a 'b-----'. They did not know the meaning of this word, which one of them had heard at home. I was also ignorant of its meaning, but I felt the sting all the same.

"I was, I may say, one of the cleverest boys in the school. I would have been a good man, your honor, perhaps a man of superior intellect, if my parents had not committed the crime of abandoning me.

"This crime was committed against me. I was the victim, they were the guilty ones. I was defenseless, they were pitiless. Their duty was to love me, they rejected me.

"I owed them life--but is life a boon? To me, at any rate, it was a misfortune. After their shameful desertion, I owed them only vengeance. They committed against me the most inhuman, the most infamous, the most monstrous crime which can be committed against a human creature.

"A man who has been insulted, strikes; a man who has been robbed, takes back his own by force. A man who has been deceived, played upon, tortured, kills; a man who has been slapped, kills; a man who has been dishonored, kills. I have been robbed, deceived, tortured, morally slapped, dishonored, all this to a greater degree than those whose anger you excuse.

"I revenged myself, I killed. It was my legitimate right. I took their happy life in exchange for the terrible one which they had forced on me.

"You will call me parricide! Were these people my parents, for whom I was an abominable burden, a terror, an infamous shame; for whom my birth was a calamity and my life a threat of disgrace? They sought a selfish pleasure; they got an unexpected child. They suppressed the child. My turn came to do the same for them.

"And yet, up to quite recently, I was ready to love them.

"As I have said, this man, my father, came to me for the first time two years ago. I suspected nothing. He ordered two pieces of furniture. I found out, later on, that, under the seal of secrecy, naturally, he had sought information from the priest.

"He returned often. He gave me a lot of work and paid me well. Sometimes he would even talk to me of one thing or another. I felt a growing affection for him.

"At the beginning of this year he brought with him his wife, my mother. When she entered she was trembling so that I thought her to be suffering from some nervous disease. Then she asked for a seat and a glass of water. She said nothing; she looked around abstractedly at my work and only answered 'yes' and 'no,' at random, to all the questions which he asked her. When she had left I thought her a little unbalanced.

"The following month they returned. She was calm, self-controlled. That day they chattered for a long time, and they left me a rather large order. I saw her three more times, without suspecting anything. But one day she began to talk to me of my life, of my childhood, of my parents. I answered: 'Madame, my parents were wretches who deserted me.' Then she clutched at her heart and fell, unconscious. I immediately thought: 'She is my mother!' but I took care not to let her notice anything. I wished to observe her.

"I, in turn, sought out information about them. I learned that they had been married since last July, my mother having been a widow for only three years. There had been rumors that they had loved each other during the lifetime of the first husband, but there was no proof of it. I was the proof--the proof which they had at first hidden and then hoped to destroy.

"I waited. She returned one evening, escorted as usual by my father. That day she seemed deeply moved, I don't know why. Then, as she was leaving, she said to me: 'I wish you success, because you seem to me to be honest and a hard worker; some day you will undoubtedly think of getting married. I have come to help you to choose freely the woman who may suit you. I was married against my inclination once and I know what suffering it causes. Now I am rich, childless, free, mistress of my fortune. Here is your dowry.'

"She held out to me a large, sealed envelope.

"I looked her straight in the eyes and then said: 'Are you my mother?'

"She drew back a few steps and hid her face in her hands so as not to see me. He, the man, my father, supported her in his arms and cried out to me: 'You must be crazy!'

"I answered: 'Not in the least. I know that you are my parents. I cannot be thus deceived. Admit it and I will keep the secret; I will bear you no ill will; I will remain what I am, a carpenter.'

"He retreated towards the door, still supporting his wife who was beginning to sob. Quickly I locked the door, put the key in my pocket and continued: 'Look at her and dare to deny that she is my mother.'

"Then he flew into a passion, very pale, terrified at the thought that the scandal, which had so far been avoided, might suddenly break out; that their position, their good name, their honor might all at once be lost. He stammered out: 'You are a rascal, you wish to get money from us! That's the thanks we get for trying to help such common people!'

"My mother, bewildered, kept repeating: 'Let's get out of here, let's get out!'

"Then, when he found the door locked, he exclaimed : 'If you do not open this door immediately, I will have you thrown into prison for blackmail and assault!'

"I had remained calm; I opened the door and saw them disappear in the darkness.

"Then I seemed to have been suddenly orphaned, deserted, pushed to the wall. I was seized with an overwhelming sadness, mingled with anger, hatred, disgust; my whole being seemed to rise up in revolt against the injustice, the meanness, the dishonor, the rejected love. I began to run, in order to overtake them along the Seine, which they had to follow in order to reach the station of Chaton.

"I soon caught up with them. It was now pitch dark. I was creeping up behind them softly, that they might not hear me. My mother was still crying. My father was saying: 'It's all your own fault. Why did you wish to see him? It was absurd in our position. We could have helped him from afar, without showing ourselves. Of what use are these dangerous visits, since we can't recognize him?'

"Then I rushed up to them, beseeching. I cried:

'You see! You are my parents. You have already rejected me once; would you repulse me again?'

"Then, your honor, he struck me. I swear it on my honor, before the law and my country. He struck me, and as I seized him by the collar, he drew from his pocket a revolver.

"The blood rushed to my head, I no longer knew what I was doing, I had my compass in my pocket; I struck him with it as often as I could.

"Then she began to cry: 'Help! murder!' and to pull my beard. It seems that I killed her also. How do I know what I did then?

"Then, when I saw them both lying on the ground, without thinking, I threw them into the Seine.

"That's all. Now sentence me."

The prisoner sat down. After this revelation the case was carried over to the following session. It comes up very soon. If we were jurymen, what would we do with this parricide?

The Politician's Daugther

3 little pigs.

Miss Red riding hood.

O captain my captain.