Man shall not smite
Nor should he judge
Man shall not fight
Nor should he grudge
The soul cankers
When we feel hate
It's an anchor
Of heavy weight
We're kept at bay
And can't progress
All that we say
Sounds one address
Who will rescue
To journey on?
With thoughts askew
One's often wrong
Trade that anchor
For a new one
Leave your anger
Call to the Son
He'll carry the load
Set you a drift
Direct your boat
And make it swift
When a storm comes
You'll still go far
As God becomes
Your guiding star
From shore to shore
And sea to sea
You're going towards
All you should be
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
A War Survivor
A war survivor
Battered and torn
Her best endeavor
Tossed away worn
It was her marriage
Verses Satan
Fought to the edge
Till she caved in
A once loving husband
Abandoned ship
Something he'd not withstand
Caused him to flip
What of the sealing
And the children?
Can there be healing?
How will it end?
With faith and some time
She will not descend
She will conquer the climb
As love steps in
She with a new life
That is not bitter
Again she is called wife
For this fits her
From what was trampled
Two homes now blend
From their example
The children mend
And to their surprise
Her ex changed too
To repent and rise
And become new
As foundations build
With blessings sent
Who now will be sealed
For their ascent ?
With homes as swiss cheese
Who has what name?
Are there remedies?
And who is to blame?
This war that we're in
Has casualties
Like walls of Berlin
An end one sees
Thanks to our Savior
We have full hope
We fall from grandeur
He sends a rope
And of that question...
Who's sealed to who?
Church leaders session
For what to do
That survivor is me
How I have been blessed
I am like too many
This life is a test...
I wrote this on my journey
At the start of the day
While unbeknownst to me
That night the letter came my way
Swiss cheese is a term from Neal A. Maxwell who was a great man of deed and words.
Battered and torn
Her best endeavor
Tossed away worn
It was her marriage
Verses Satan
Fought to the edge
Till she caved in
A once loving husband
Abandoned ship
Something he'd not withstand
Caused him to flip
What of the sealing
And the children?
Can there be healing?
How will it end?
With faith and some time
She will not descend
She will conquer the climb
As love steps in
She with a new life
That is not bitter
Again she is called wife
For this fits her
From what was trampled
Two homes now blend
From their example
The children mend
And to their surprise
Her ex changed too
To repent and rise
And become new
As foundations build
With blessings sent
Who now will be sealed
For their ascent ?
With homes as swiss cheese
Who has what name?
Are there remedies?
And who is to blame?
This war that we're in
Has casualties
Like walls of Berlin
An end one sees
Thanks to our Savior
We have full hope
We fall from grandeur
He sends a rope
And of that question...
Who's sealed to who?
Church leaders session
For what to do
That survivor is me
How I have been blessed
I am like too many
This life is a test...
I wrote this on my journey
At the start of the day
While unbeknownst to me
That night the letter came my way
Swiss cheese is a term from Neal A. Maxwell who was a great man of deed and words.
There Was a Young Mother
There was a young mother
Who saw she was invisible
As to another
She made her day divisible
Sometimes she was a clock
That was expected to respond
Her only chance to talk
Was to tell him what lay beyond
Her words fell on deaf ears
When she asked for a favor
And when she cooked, I fear
He pecked it and did not savor
Patiently, she listened
And smiled through his demands
And for him, love glistened
While with hands on hips, he stands
Who sees her sacrifice
Her unwashed hair and ponytail?
Her clock speeds up to twice
To be seen as dependable
Then, one day in a book
She saw what to all man enthralls
The pains unnamed hands took
To selflessly build cathedrals
In corners, everywhere
One may see each delicate carving
Though hands and arms did wear
For the credit, were they starving?
For God and not duty
They gave their all, in their prime time
They simply made beauty
That would not be done in their lifetime
Her dozen warm cupcakes
Her sleepless nights with a sick child
All the errands she makes
Will this raise a child that is mild?
If she's doing things right
The world will marvel at what she has built?
For now it's in God's sight
With Him, her efforts will not wilt
thoughts from Invisible Woman
author unknown
Who saw she was invisible
As to another
She made her day divisible
Sometimes she was a clock
That was expected to respond
Her only chance to talk
Was to tell him what lay beyond
Her words fell on deaf ears
When she asked for a favor
And when she cooked, I fear
He pecked it and did not savor
Patiently, she listened
And smiled through his demands
And for him, love glistened
While with hands on hips, he stands
Who sees her sacrifice
Her unwashed hair and ponytail?
Her clock speeds up to twice
To be seen as dependable
Then, one day in a book
She saw what to all man enthralls
The pains unnamed hands took
To selflessly build cathedrals
In corners, everywhere
One may see each delicate carving
Though hands and arms did wear
For the credit, were they starving?
For God and not duty
They gave their all, in their prime time
They simply made beauty
That would not be done in their lifetime
Her dozen warm cupcakes
Her sleepless nights with a sick child
All the errands she makes
Will this raise a child that is mild?
If she's doing things right
The world will marvel at what she has built?
For now it's in God's sight
With Him, her efforts will not wilt
thoughts from Invisible Woman
author unknown
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
To my Love- In the Sunset of Our Years
To my love, in the sunset of our years
May I remain to wipe away your tears
But, I'll soon depart, I greatly fear
As, what's beyond the veil does call me near
What words can express the love I have for you
You've made my life complete in all you do
And before my journey here is called through
I want to say I love you all anew
To hear your voice and your playful sighs
To pray with you to kiss and say goodnight
To watch you laugh is such a delight
To be apart pains me with such fright
Let's make an oath that we'll not be sad
Let's be grateful for each day we've had
There's not much written on this notepad
For, in my heart, there is much more to add
May I remain to wipe away your tears
But, I'll soon depart, I greatly fear
As, what's beyond the veil does call me near
What words can express the love I have for you
You've made my life complete in all you do
And before my journey here is called through
I want to say I love you all anew
To hear your voice and your playful sighs
To pray with you to kiss and say goodnight
To watch you laugh is such a delight
To be apart pains me with such fright
Let's make an oath that we'll not be sad
Let's be grateful for each day we've had
There's not much written on this notepad
For, in my heart, there is much more to add
Monday, May 5, 2008
Our Journey Is Now
Our journey is now
And there's much to do
There's service- and how
We're not done till we're through
All that we suffer
All that we endure
Helps us be tougher
And helps us be pure
Our character grows
And expands our souls
As new patience flows
From expanded roles
If we take the time
To reflect this day
We'll feel fortified
As we give thanks and pray
We'll keep high morals
Though others disparage
We'll solve old quarrels
With words that encourage
Once a woman bought
A fancy new dress
She forever thought
To save it to impress
And there's much to do
There's service- and how
We're not done till we're through
All that we suffer
All that we endure
Helps us be tougher
And helps us be pure
Our character grows
And expands our souls
As new patience flows
From expanded roles
If we take the time
To reflect this day
We'll feel fortified
As we give thanks and pray
We'll keep high morals
Though others disparage
We'll solve old quarrels
With words that encourage
Once a woman bought
A fancy new dress
She forever thought
To save it to impress
And so there it stayed
Deep in her closet
While she grew and grayed
Its tags stayed upon it
Awake and journey
Stand up and arise
There is much to be
It's right before our eyes
Thoughts from President Monson's
Comments from BYU Women's Conference
Wish I could have been there
Do Your Duty- That is Best
"Do your duty that is best
Leave unto the Lord the rest "
There is much for you to share
From your heart, thus prepare
Then, in each call or meeting
Testify while speaking
There is much that you will learn
From the Holy Ghost, in turn
Do your part among men
Be an example, quite often
In activities and quorums
Honor and serve those who govern
Become a good home teacher
Show care and be a leader
In example and in truth
This will bless you through your youth
As you develop more and grow
The body too, will show
As you engage in sports made fun
You will find achievements won
There to track your best progress
And clear your mind from what does stress
As you find, you are more in shape
You are kinder as moods moderate
Awake, you have a duty
To learn all that you should be
As you trek that sacred walk
Stand tall, prepared to talk
This program's sent across the globe
For your future path to probe
Better sons, brothers, and friends
Your new mission call extends
Do not underestimate
All that for you does await
Live the motto every day
Let it help you walk in faith
It will sustain you throughout your life
And be a strength through all strife
You will be prepared to be a man
To respond to duty in God's plan
Thomas S. Monson,
“Do Your Duty—That Is Best,”
Liahona, Nov 2005, 56–59
*Do your duty that is best
Leave unto the Lord the rest
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
“The Legend Beautiful,”
in The Complete Poetical Works
of Longfellow (1893), 258
Leave unto the Lord the rest "
There is much for you to share
From your heart, thus prepare
Then, in each call or meeting
Testify while speaking
There is much that you will learn
From the Holy Ghost, in turn
Do your part among men
Be an example, quite often
In activities and quorums
Honor and serve those who govern
Become a good home teacher
Show care and be a leader
In example and in truth
This will bless you through your youth
As you develop more and grow
The body too, will show
As you engage in sports made fun
You will find achievements won
There to track your best progress
And clear your mind from what does stress
As you find, you are more in shape
You are kinder as moods moderate
Awake, you have a duty
To learn all that you should be
As you trek that sacred walk
Stand tall, prepared to talk
This program's sent across the globe
For your future path to probe
Better sons, brothers, and friends
Your new mission call extends
Do not underestimate
All that for you does await
Live the motto every day
Let it help you walk in faith
It will sustain you throughout your life
And be a strength through all strife
You will be prepared to be a man
To respond to duty in God's plan
Thomas S. Monson,
“Do Your Duty—That Is Best,”
Liahona, Nov 2005, 56–59
*Do your duty that is best
Leave unto the Lord the rest
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
“The Legend Beautiful,”
in The Complete Poetical Works
of Longfellow (1893), 258
Sunday, May 4, 2008
The Mainspring and Soul of Our Being Here
The mainspring and soul of our being here
Devolves upon each mother and sister
When there's a need of influence, it's clear
What their powerful sympathies will stir
The design of their creation's followed
When they have the privilege of studying
They develop powers and are endowed
For mankind's benefit, they're answering
Brigham Young
"She Shall Be Praised"
Latter-day Prophets Speak to Women
Devolves upon each mother and sister
When there's a need of influence, it's clear
What their powerful sympathies will stir
The design of their creation's followed
When they have the privilege of studying
They develop powers and are endowed
For mankind's benefit, they're answering
Brigham Young
"She Shall Be Praised"
Latter-day Prophets Speak to Women
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The Captain of the Soul- Invictus/ The Soul's Captain by Elder Orson F. Whitney
Invictus by William E. Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
The Soul's Captain [The Answer]
by Elder Orson F. Whitney
of the Quorum of the Twelve
Art thou in truth? Then what of him
Who bought thee with his blood?
Who plunged into devouring seas
And snatched thee from the flood?
Who bore for all our fallen race
What none but him could bear.
The God who died that man might live,
And endless glory share?
Of what avail thy vaunted strength,
Apart from his vast might?
Pray that his Light may pierce the gloom,
That thou mayest see aright.
Men are as bubbles on the wave,
As leaves upon the tree.
Thou, captain of thy soul, forsooth
Who gave that place to thee?
Free will is thine — free agency
To wield for right or wrong;
But thou must answer unto him
To whom all souls belong.
Bend to the dust that head "unbowed,"
Small part of Life's great whole!
And see in him, and him alone,
The Captain of thy soul
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
The Soul's Captain [The Answer]
by Elder Orson F. Whitney
of the Quorum of the Twelve
Art thou in truth? Then what of him
Who bought thee with his blood?
Who plunged into devouring seas
And snatched thee from the flood?
Who bore for all our fallen race
What none but him could bear.
The God who died that man might live,
And endless glory share?
Of what avail thy vaunted strength,
Apart from his vast might?
Pray that his Light may pierce the gloom,
That thou mayest see aright.
Men are as bubbles on the wave,
As leaves upon the tree.
Thou, captain of thy soul, forsooth
Who gave that place to thee?
Free will is thine — free agency
To wield for right or wrong;
But thou must answer unto him
To whom all souls belong.
Bend to the dust that head "unbowed,"
Small part of Life's great whole!
And see in him, and him alone,
The Captain of thy soul
He's Been There Before
He's Been There Before by Elder Troy Whittle
The alarm bell rings at 6:30, I stumble to my feet
I grab my companions bedding and pull off his sheets
A groan fills the room, is it already time to arise?
It seems like just a second ago I was able to shut my eyes
The morning activities follow- study, prayer and such
When it's time to leave the apartment, you feel you haven't accomplished much
"We have a super day planned," My comp. says with a grin
I lowly utter a faithless breath, "Yeah, if anyone lets us in."
With the word of God and my faithful Schwinn, we ride off in the street prepared to
Face another day of humidity and heat
It's 9:30 in the evening, the day is almost through
My champion and I are riding home not accomplishing what we thought to do
We ride up to the mailbox, hoping to receive a lot
Only to look inside and hear my echo reverberate "air Box"
We go up to our apartment, the day is now complete
The only thing to show for our work is a case of blistery feet
It's past 10:30 p.m. My companion is fast asleep,
Silence engulfs me all about and I begin to weep
In the midst of sadness, I kneel down to pray
I need to talk to father, but I'm not sure what to say
"Oh, Father" I begin, "What happened to us today?
I thought we'd teach somebody, but everyone was away
My hands, my aching hands- worn, hurt and beat;
If our area was any smaller, we'd have knocked every street"
"Why on missions are the days so much alike?
The only difference about today was the flat tire on my bike
Will you send some cooler weather? The heat is killing me
I sweat so bad, it gets in my eyes, it's very hard to see"
"Why do I have to wear a helmet, isn't your protection enough?
People always laugh at me, and call me stupid stuff
Please send us investigators so I may give them what they lack
I want to give them Books of Mormon, the weight of them hurts my back"
"And what about my family: They don't have much to say
I'm sick of not hearing from home day after day after day
Oh Father, Why am I here am I just wasting time?
Sometimes I just want to go home, I'm sorry but that's on my mind"
"My companion, Heavenly Father, what are you giving me?
"The way he rides his bicycle, I don't think he can see
Now you have it, I can't go on, I don't know what to do
That, my Father in Heaven, is the prayer I have for you"
My prayer now finished, I stand up, then jump right into bed
I need my rest for tomorrow, we have another long day ahead
Sleep start to overtake me, I seem to drift away
Then it seems a vision takes me to another time in another day
I'm standing alone on the hill. The view is very nice
A man walks to wards me and says, "My name is Jesus Christ"
Tears of joy well up inside, I fall down to His feet
"Arise," He states, "Follow me to the shade. You and I need to speak"
My attention's towards my Savior, total and complete
He says, "Your mission is similar of what happened to me
I understand how you feel, I know what you're going through
In fact, it would be fair to say I've felt the same as you"
"I even know how you felt when no one listened to you
At times I felt not quite sure what else I could do
I know you don't like to ride a bicycle, for you a car would be sweet
Just remember the donkey I rode wasn't equipped with 21 speeds"
"I understand you don't like sweating, in fact it's something you hate
I remember when I sweat blood from ev’ry pore, oh the agony was great!
I see you don't like your companion- you'd rather have someone else-
I once had a companion named Judas who sold my life for wealth"
"It's hard to wear a helmet and have people make fun of you
I remember when they put thorns on my head and called me King of the Jews
So you feel burdened down by the weight of your pack
I recall how heavy the cross was when they slammed it on my back"
"Your hands hurt from tracting and knocking on doors all day
I guess when they pounded nails into mine, I ached in a similar way
It's hard not to hear from home when your family's not there to see
I lost communication on the cross and cried, "Father, why hast Thou forsaken me?"
"We have a lot in common, but there's a difference between us you see
I endured to the end and finished my mission, so follow and do like me"
He embraced me with His arms and His light filled me with His love
With tears in my eyes I watched as He went back to the Father above
I stood with awe and wonder when a beep rang in my head
I listened and heard the alarm, then realized I was in my bed
My companion let out a groan, "6:30 already, no way!"
I sat up and said, "Come on, I'll even carry your scriptures today!"
No matter what we go through, when we feel we can't take more
Just stop and think about Jesus Christ, He's been there before
By Elder Troy Whittle
Texas Houston Mission
The alarm bell rings at 6:30, I stumble to my feet
I grab my companions bedding and pull off his sheets
A groan fills the room, is it already time to arise?
It seems like just a second ago I was able to shut my eyes
The morning activities follow- study, prayer and such
When it's time to leave the apartment, you feel you haven't accomplished much
"We have a super day planned," My comp. says with a grin
I lowly utter a faithless breath, "Yeah, if anyone lets us in."
With the word of God and my faithful Schwinn, we ride off in the street prepared to
Face another day of humidity and heat
It's 9:30 in the evening, the day is almost through
My champion and I are riding home not accomplishing what we thought to do
We ride up to the mailbox, hoping to receive a lot
Only to look inside and hear my echo reverberate "air Box"
We go up to our apartment, the day is now complete
The only thing to show for our work is a case of blistery feet
It's past 10:30 p.m. My companion is fast asleep,
Silence engulfs me all about and I begin to weep
In the midst of sadness, I kneel down to pray
I need to talk to father, but I'm not sure what to say
"Oh, Father" I begin, "What happened to us today?
I thought we'd teach somebody, but everyone was away
My hands, my aching hands- worn, hurt and beat;
If our area was any smaller, we'd have knocked every street"
"Why on missions are the days so much alike?
The only difference about today was the flat tire on my bike
Will you send some cooler weather? The heat is killing me
I sweat so bad, it gets in my eyes, it's very hard to see"
"Why do I have to wear a helmet, isn't your protection enough?
People always laugh at me, and call me stupid stuff
Please send us investigators so I may give them what they lack
I want to give them Books of Mormon, the weight of them hurts my back"
"And what about my family: They don't have much to say
I'm sick of not hearing from home day after day after day
Oh Father, Why am I here am I just wasting time?
Sometimes I just want to go home, I'm sorry but that's on my mind"
"My companion, Heavenly Father, what are you giving me?
"The way he rides his bicycle, I don't think he can see
Now you have it, I can't go on, I don't know what to do
That, my Father in Heaven, is the prayer I have for you"
My prayer now finished, I stand up, then jump right into bed
I need my rest for tomorrow, we have another long day ahead
Sleep start to overtake me, I seem to drift away
Then it seems a vision takes me to another time in another day
I'm standing alone on the hill. The view is very nice
A man walks to wards me and says, "My name is Jesus Christ"
Tears of joy well up inside, I fall down to His feet
"Arise," He states, "Follow me to the shade. You and I need to speak"
My attention's towards my Savior, total and complete
He says, "Your mission is similar of what happened to me
I understand how you feel, I know what you're going through
In fact, it would be fair to say I've felt the same as you"
"I even know how you felt when no one listened to you
At times I felt not quite sure what else I could do
I know you don't like to ride a bicycle, for you a car would be sweet
Just remember the donkey I rode wasn't equipped with 21 speeds"
"I understand you don't like sweating, in fact it's something you hate
I remember when I sweat blood from ev’ry pore, oh the agony was great!
I see you don't like your companion- you'd rather have someone else-
I once had a companion named Judas who sold my life for wealth"
"It's hard to wear a helmet and have people make fun of you
I remember when they put thorns on my head and called me King of the Jews
So you feel burdened down by the weight of your pack
I recall how heavy the cross was when they slammed it on my back"
"Your hands hurt from tracting and knocking on doors all day
I guess when they pounded nails into mine, I ached in a similar way
It's hard not to hear from home when your family's not there to see
I lost communication on the cross and cried, "Father, why hast Thou forsaken me?"
"We have a lot in common, but there's a difference between us you see
I endured to the end and finished my mission, so follow and do like me"
He embraced me with His arms and His light filled me with His love
With tears in my eyes I watched as He went back to the Father above
I stood with awe and wonder when a beep rang in my head
I listened and heard the alarm, then realized I was in my bed
My companion let out a groan, "6:30 already, no way!"
I sat up and said, "Come on, I'll even carry your scriptures today!"
No matter what we go through, when we feel we can't take more
Just stop and think about Jesus Christ, He's been there before
By Elder Troy Whittle
Texas Houston Mission
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
These poems are my own thoughts and impressions as I study the gospel of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter- Day Saints
I encourage you to read from the Book of Mormon and the standard works, and listen to modern day prophets, also, that your mind and heart might be touched.
Kelly Miller
I encourage you to read from the Book of Mormon and the standard works, and listen to modern day prophets, also, that your mind and heart might be touched.
Kelly Miller
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7 | ![]() | June 14, 2015 | 0.79% | 241 | ||
8 | ![]() | June 14, 2015 | 0.58% | 176 | ||
9 | ![]() | May 15, 2015 | 0.49% | 151 | ||
10 | ![]() | June 3, 2015 | 0.40% | 121 | ||
11 | ![]() | June 8, 2015 | 0.34% | 105 | ||
12 | ![]() | Apr 20, 2015 | 0.26% | 80 | ||
13 | ![]() | June 3, 2015 | 0.21% | 64 | ||
14 | ![]() | June 5, 2015 | 0.14% | 44 | ||
15 | ![]() | Apr 17, 2015 | 0.14% | 42 | ||
16 | ![]() | Mar 21, 2015 | 0.13% | 41 | ||
17 | ![]() | Apr 28, 2015 | 0.13% | 41 | ||
18 | ![]() | June 8, 2015 | 0.13% | 39 | ||
19 | ![]() | May 28, 2015 | 0.12% | 38 | ||
20 | Europe | June 11, 2015 | 0.11% | 35 | ||
21 | ![]() | May 18, 2015 | 0.11% | 35 | ||
22 | ![]() | May 17, 2015 | 0.11% | 35 | ||
23 | ![]() | Apr 17, 2015 | 0.11% | 33 | ||
24 | ![]() | May 28, 2015 | 0.11% | 33 | ||
25 | ![]() | Apr 25, 2015 | 0.10% | 32 | ||
26 | ![]() | Apr 27, 2015 | 0.10% | 31 | ||
27 | ![]() | Feb 1, 2015 | 0.10% | 31 | ||
28 | - | May 10, 2015 | 0.10% | 31 | ||
29 | ![]() | Apr 5, 2015 | 0.10% | 30 | ||
30 | ![]() | May 19, 2015 | 0.10% | 29 | ||
31 | ![]() | June 1, 2015 | 0.09% | 28 | ||
32 | ![]() | June 14, 2015 | 0.09% | 28 | ||
33 | ![]() | May 18, 2015 | 0.09% | 26 | ||
34 | ![]() | May 8, 2015 | 0.09% | 26 | ||
35 | ![]() | May 5, 2015 | 0.08% | 24 | ||
36 | ![]() | May 10, 2015 | 0.08% | 23 | ||
37 | ![]() | May 1, 2015 | 0.07% | 20 | ||
38 | ![]() | Apr 4, 2015 | 0.07% | 20 | ||
39 | ![]() | Apr 18, 2015 | 0.07% | 20 | ||
40 | ![]() | May 29, 2015 | 0.07% | 20 | ||
41 | ![]() | Mar 23, 2015 | 0.06% | 19 | ||
42 | ![]() | Mar 25, 2015 | 0.06% | 19 | ||
43 | ![]() | Mar 28, 2015 | 0.06% | 18 | ||
44 | ![]() | May 17, 2015 | 0.06% | 18 | ||
45 | ![]() | Feb 27, 2015 | 0.06% | 17 | ||
46 | ![]() | May 8, 2015 | 0.06% | 17 | ||
47 | ![]() | May 30, 2015 | 0.05% | 16 | ||
48 | ![]() | Apr 12, 2015 | 0.05% | 16 | ||
49 | ![]() | Apr 6, 2015 | 0.05% | 15 | ||
50 | ![]() | Apr 10, 2015 | 0.05% | 14 | ||
51 | ![]() | Feb 23, 2015 | 0.05% | 14 | ||
52 | ![]() | Mar 10, 2015 | 0.05% | 14 | ||
53 | ![]() | Apr 8, 2015 | 0.04% | 13 | ||
54 | ![]() | Nov 24, 2014 | 0.04% | 13 | ||
55 | ![]() | June 1, 2015 | 0.04% | 13 | ||
56 | ![]() | Aug 18, 2014 | 0.04% | 12 | ||
57 | ![]() | Apr 13, 2015 | 0.04% | 12 | ||
58 | ![]() | Apr 6, 2015 | 0.04% | 12 | ||
59 | ![]() | Oct 29, 2014 | 0.04% | 12 | ||
60 | ![]() | Dec 9, 2014 | 0.04% | 11 | ||
61 | ![]() | Mar 12, 2015 | 0.04% | 11 | ||
62 | ![]() | Feb 16, 2015 | 0.03% | 10 | ||
63 | ![]() | Apr 28, 2015 | 0.03% | 10 | ||
64 | ![]() | Jan 19, 2015 | 0.03% | 9 | ||
65 | ![]() | Feb 5, 2015 | 0.03% | 9 | ||
66 | ![]() | Mar 30, 2015 | 0.03% | 9 | ||
67 | ![]() | Apr 4, 2015 | 0.03% | 9 | ||
68 | ![]() | May 8, 2015 | 0.03% | 9 | ||
69 | ![]() | Feb 4, 2015 | 0.03% | 8 | ||
70 | ![]() | Jan 9, 2015 | 0.03% | 8 | ||
71 | ![]() | Feb 27, 2015 | 0.03% | 8 | ||
72 | ![]() | Jan 24, 2015 | 0.03% | 8 | ||
73 | Asia/Pacific Region | June 9, 2015 | 0.03% | 8 | ||
74 | ![]() | Feb 6, 2015 | 0.02% | 7 | ||
75 | ![]() | Mar 21, 2015 | 0.02% | 7 | ||
76 | ![]() | Apr 10, 2015 | 0.02% | 7 | ||
77 | ![]() | June 2, 2015 | 0.02% | 7 | ||
78 | ![]() | Dec 16, 2014 | 0.02% | 7 | ||
79 | ![]() | Apr 7, 2015 | 0.02% | 6 | ||
80 | ![]() | Mar 3, 2015 | 0.02% | 6 | ||
81 | ![]() | Sept 28, 2014 | 0.02% | 6 | ||
82 | ![]() | Feb 25, 2015 | 0.02% | 6 | ||
83 | ![]() | June 6, 2015 | 0.02% | 6 | ||
84 | ![]() | May 7, 2015 | 0.02% | 6 | ||
85 | ![]() | Apr 23, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
86 | ![]() | Oct 30, 2014 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
87 | ![]() | June 3, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
88 | ![]() | Oct 27, 2014 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
89 | ![]() | June 23, 2014 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
90 | ![]() | Jan 19, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
91 | ![]() | Mar 23, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
92 | ![]() | Nov 23, 2014 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
93 | ![]() | Nov 11, 2014 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
94 | ![]() | Jan 16, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
95 | ![]() | Mar 10, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
96 | ![]() | Jan 15, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
97 | ![]() | May 8, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
98 | ![]() | Feb 27, 2015 | 0.01% | 4 | ||
99 | ![]() | Jan 23, 2015 | 0.01% | 4 | ||
100 | ![]() | Mar 22, 2015 | 0.01% | 4 | ||
101 | ![]() | Jan 20, 2015 | 0.01% | 4 | ||
102 | ![]() | Jan 13, 2015 | 0.01% | 4 | ||
103 | ![]() | Apr 29, 2014 | 0.01% | 4 | ||
104 | ![]() | Jan 14, 2015 | 0.01% | 4 | ||
105 | ![]() | Nov 29, 2014 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
106 | ![]() | Feb 11, 2014 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
107 | ![]() | July 23, 2014 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
108 | ![]() | Feb 19, 2015 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
109 | ![]() | Aug 1, 2014 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
110 | ![]() | Dec 20, 2014 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
111 | ![]() | June 8, 2015 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
112 | ![]() | May 14, 2014 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
113 | ![]() | Mar 3, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
114 | ![]() | Oct 22, 2014 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
115 | ![]() | Jan 12, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
116 | ![]() | June 20, 2014 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
117 | ![]() | May 19, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
118 | ![]() | June 23, 2014 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
119 | ![]() | Aug 4, 2014 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
120 | ![]() | Jan 28, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
121 | ![]() | Feb 20, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
122 | ![]() | May 12, 2014 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
123 | ![]() | Apr 29, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
124 | ![]() | Apr 26, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
125 | ![]() | Nov 1, 2013 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
126 | ![]() | June 30, 2013 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
127 | ![]() | July 18, 2014 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
128 | ![]() | Aug 17, 2014 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
129 | ![]() | Mar 12, 2013 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
130 | ![]() | Jan 8, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
131 | ![]() | Mar 20, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
132 | ![]() | May 27, 2013 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
133 | ![]() | July 27, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
134 | ![]() | Sept 16, 2013 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
135 | ![]() | July 18, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
136 | ![]() | Jan 12, 2013 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
137 | ![]() | Mar 14, 2015 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
138 | ![]() | Apr 22, 2013 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
139 | ![]() | Nov 19, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
140 | ![]() | Jan 9, 2015 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
141 | ![]() | May 29, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
142 | ![]() | Mar 10, 2013 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
143 | ![]() | Feb 1, 2015 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
144 | ![]() | Feb 21, 2013 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
145 | ![]() | June 20, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
146 | ![]() | Jan 9, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
147 | ![]() | Jan 3, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
148 | ![]() | Oct 9, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
149 | ![]() | Jan 27, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
150 | ![]() | June 16, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
151 | ![]() | Mar 30, 2013 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
152 | ![]() | Nov 30, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
153 | ![]() |