Poetry

2007-12-07 01:40:19 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

as i watch you now
i remember a time long ago
when i was young and free
and could do as i please

with wonder in your eyes
and hope in your heart
a smile on your face
and a spring in your step

you are the picture of innocence
and should never be allowed out
for you will find the problems in the world
and then you become like the rest

fear in your eyes
a different hope in your heart
a frown on your face
and no spring in your step

i hope you stay innocent
so maybe the world has a chance
to remind them of their childhood
and give them some reason to live

Copyright 7 December 2007
S.J.C

2007-12-07 00:37:38 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-07 00:01:29 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

He said goodbye
To the pourin' rain
Traded troubles
For a southbound train
Lookin' foreward
To a place unknown
Soon he'll call
A freightyard home

chorus
Whereabouts unknown, have you seen Ole' Bill Malone
He's gone 900 miles down the road
Whereabouts unknown, have you seen Ole' Bill Malone
Now he's gone and not forgotten . . . but alone

Saw his face
Sunday mornin'
Felt the pain
Fire burnin'
Had no money
Had no wife
Had a failin' farm
And fadin' life

chorus

2007-12-06 23:59:43 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

It's so hot, like workin' in an oven
It's too hot, don't you know I'm burnin'
It's so hot, this workin's got me bummin'
And I've got to slow down

Ain't no doubt, I'm fryin' in a furnace
Ain't no way, I can keep goin' on
Now I'm cooked, time to turn me over
Gotta' let her cool me down

Chorus:
Cold clear water
Down from a mountain stream
Cold clear water
Soak me in my dreams
Cold clear water
Splash me with your smile
In your cold clear water
I can swim for miles and miles and miles

I see your candle burnin' in the window
How can such a small flame light up the night
What you cookin' up in the oven
Glad to see you got the furnace on high

Chorus

2007-12-06 23:57:20 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Einstein's Brain

Albert Einstein's mind
Now a monument enshrined
In a jar upon the shelf, the brain
He left us formulatin'
A bomb of grand equations
And plenty of aspirin
For the pain

After Albert died
Some fresh formaldehyde
Hoped to help some fleshy parts remain
Like Grandma' in the kitchen
Science had a mission
We've just got to save
Einstein's Brain

Chorus
Einstein's Brain, Einstein's Brain
Relatively speaking, we're all insane
What did we think we'd gain
By saving Einstein's brain

We counted all the wrinkles
And measured all the crinkles
Where did he get E=MC2
We all gotta' admire alotta'
Al's Medulla Oblongata
Our hearts are in the jar
With Einstein's Brain

He shined light in the corners
Of our universal borders
On things that we mortals can't retain
Then we poked and prodded
This organ so applauded
How richer life is now
Holding Einstein's Brain

Chorus:

2007-12-06 23:54:48 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

This is a poem I wrote waaaay back in 2001, when I was 12. It's obviously not great then lol. But I always liked it because it had meaning. I wrote this in the hospital, about 5 minutes after my mom passed away. I realize my pain at the end. Thoughts?

It's still warm for October
I wonder if I need a jacket
I'll be thirteen soon
I wonder what daddy will get me
Her doctors are Arab
I wonder how they feel about 9-11
I'm glad Ms. Banks let me out of school
I wonder what Jesse is doing
Those cafeteria guys like me
I wonder if they know that I'm 12
Teresa is such a nice woman
I wonder if she's Italian
She gave me one of her dirty romance novels
Wonder if I should read it
My aunt got some Valium
I wonder if I should steal it
The streets look so inviting
I wonder if they would want me
I saw my dad outside
I wonder if he'll ever stop smoking
I look at my face
I wonder if I'll ever survive
My mother's dead
I wonder why I'm alive

2007-12-06 21:51:49 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Parodies or satires are excepted.

2007-12-06 20:49:19 · 11 answers · asked by ? 4

It seems the great Bard was high on Grass when he composed this sonnet!! PCP or LSD??

**
SONNET 76

Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
So far from variation or quick change?
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods and to compounds strange?
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep invention in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth and where they did proceed?
O, know, sweet love, I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument;
So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent:
For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.
**

2007-12-06 19:05:14 · 9 answers · asked by ari-pup 7

Who's The Conductor?


I've never had a problem
With hearing the beat of
That
Different Drummer...

Not even when I knew I
Was listening to
The whole, damned
Orchestra...

There's always something
Worse...

Who's the Conductor
Of that Orchestra?

Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

2007-12-06 15:55:32 · 8 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

Note: The answers below the 'warning' numbers are mine.


Failure To Follow These Warnings Could Cause Serious Injury Or Death. Part 1...(humor)


'Does my insurance company get to choose which one? '

1. No Smoking.
'These cigarette prices? I'll be through in a minute.'
2. Turn off engine and all electronics.
'****, there goes my pacemaker.'
3. Fill portable containers on the ground.
'As opposed to.......'
4. Discharge your static electricity before fueling.
'ok. In winter, I'll just take a cab everywhere.'
5. If a fire starts, do not remove nozzle.
'Who gets to tell NASA about the unscheduled launch? '
6. Never allow children to use pump.
'Hell, there goes 99% of your gas business! '
7. Do not leave pump unattended when pumping.
'Maybe the pump needs a shrink for anxiety/depression disorder.'

2007-12-06 15:50:16 · 11 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

IN THE DETAILS


Somewhere in there: six thousand shoes.

But, minutes before that, who knows
how many janitors’ mops were hung
in utility closets to dry, how many
stiff-bristled brooms and long-corded
vacuums were fitted, snug, between
metal clasps to keep the floor clear,
uncluttered? And inside the neat cubicles
and corporate suites, how many silk scarves
and hand-knitted hats, how many well-
broken-in baseball caps, headbands stained
with ninth inning sweat? What number of
charcoals and landscapes wrought
by people whose initials mean nothing,
how many final smiles captured and filed
in mahogany frames? And what of
the thousands of losses without names,
small things we surround ourselves with
to give texture to the mundane, personal
effects we hold like shields between our hopes
and the fate we’re ultimately dealt -- O how,
how many of those gone up in flames, before
the hooks they hung on had time to melt?

2007-12-06 15:21:45 · 1 answers · asked by Kaitlin S 1

I am just wondering if there are any other opinions?

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AgHZG2x7fz5zePWQ5mRbhOnty6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20071202230538AAR4LU4

Sam

2007-12-06 15:19:24 · 1 answers · asked by Sam 4

I need a paraphrase/analysis for Sonnet 73 by Shakespeare. Please help. Thanks!

2007-12-06 14:51:23 · 3 answers · asked by Witty 2

Oh Reverend Tilton
Here is my dime
Please call up Jesus
Get him on the line
I've been busy sinnin'
Now I'm runnin' out of time
I've got to be forgiven
For this cheatin' and this lyin'

Chorus:
Fire and brimstone
Rain down on me
Fire and brimstone
Like when you split the sea
Fire and brimstone
I'm down on my knees
Fire and Brimstone please

I go to church on Sunday
Listen to the word of God
At the track on Monday
Lookin' for some better odds
I listen intently
As the preacher says with glee
For the Holy Trifecta
Twenty dollars please

2007-12-06 14:24:12 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Arachne...(full version) *


Thinking back on ages when I was angry,
Spinning anger in webs...
Catching my reflection in bits of
Shattered dew,
Thinking how funny my thousand eyes
Shone
And how sad it was that they saw...
How horribly, greedily, they drank in the
Poison of
Sight.

Catching my reflection and watching it
Beat veined wings
Against the crystal threads of my home,
My anger,
Spun from my body and sticky with
Millions of years
Of feeling nothing
As soft eyes closed...

What day was it when the first dry
Wings fell to the ground, betraying me
To the trusting things as
Predator...

What day was it when the butterflies,
The kind, lovely beings, ceased their
Visits, and
Cursed my
Sight...

If, by spinning, I could empty
My belly of anger,
I would web the stars...
Then stalk the highest corners of
Eternity...
Crawling on my belly into
The House of God.


Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

2007-12-06 14:00:30 · 3 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

2007-12-06 13:51:51 · 1 answers · asked by Tiffy4391 1

A Sweet Thang Needs Sugar...(humor)


All I want is love...
Say it.
All I want is the world...
Wrap it.
Not to cry anymore...
Kleenex.

But, there's three problems.

Of love...you don't speak.
The world...you don't know your backyard.
Not to cry...Kleenex HELL! ! !

Get me four king-size comforters,
Two bottles of vodka,
Carton of cigarettes...and
A one-way ticket to Montego Bay.

And if you ever learn
To make a bow,
After I'm gone...
Stick it on your ***.

Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

2007-12-06 13:36:29 · 5 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

I need to find a similiar poem to that of ..i need to wirte a compare and contrast essay on two poems that i choose...
Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
I'm "wife" -- I've finished that --

I'm "wife" -- I've finished that --
That other state --
I'm Czar -- I'm "Woman" now --
It's safer so --

How odd the Girl's life looks
Behind this soft Eclipse --
I think that Earth feels so
To folks in Heaven -- now --

This being comfort -- then
That other kind -- was pain --
But why compare?
I'm "Wife"! Stop there!

2007-12-06 13:34:12 · 1 answers · asked by 0000 3

Is this A Best website of poetry which i recently find on net, Your suggestion please....?
http://www.entertainmentvenues.org/poetry.html

2007-12-06 13:33:13 · 1 answers · asked by brendabrenda b 1

2007-12-06 13:31:10 · 2 answers · asked by Mysterious 2

What does the greek god Eolus personify?

2007-12-06 12:35:41 · 1 answers · asked by allis0nx3babyy 4

.........Walking The Rainbow


I put one foot down lightly,
Walk from blue to yellow,
Admire gold glittering,
Shimmering
Trees into wizards'
Spells...

Did I not walk this way
Before?
Step from gold to red...
Hold the light of stars
Speeding
Away from the Earth?

Come back! Oh, please
Come back!
But, set on their way...
Never back.
I step from red to
Purple,
The color of royalty

In ancient Tyre. A king.
A queen.
Did I wear the Purple,
Or was I a beggar in
The streets...
From purple back to
Blue.

Did I see that Mayan
Blue?
Know how it was mixed?
Or, was I sacrificed
At dawn, while Quetzals
Flew
In beauty?

A while on the Rainbow...
Gazing, dreaming,
Desiring...
Ah, it was ever so...
All I ever wanted was
A place in
The sun...

Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

2007-12-06 12:08:42 · 4 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

I would specifically like to learn about ones who put they're poems to beats. Note: I am not looking for rap or anything related. I would prefer something without profane language(ex no use of words like ho's, or the n word).

2007-12-06 12:06:10 · 3 answers · asked by purplepurplesage 1

,,nothing much.ran a dead heat with a c minus grade commercial.it had a couple of tasty lines though.couple of month later,i saw the same two lines written into a poem,note for note.the name of this person, i will allude.haven't run across him or her anyway.
influence in any form of art come from "somewhere",that's a given.but to steal, word for word? lord at least have enough creative imagination to at least twist it up a bit.the poem wasn't half bad,but was it constructed all of stolden lines?
guess one could take this as a compliment,if said words were worthy enough to swipe,but word for word.come on.
best to all this season.

D.

2007-12-06 11:44:55 · 6 answers · asked by dorian 3

It's 4 o'clock in the evening,
I feel my true self weakening,
Weaker than birds flying,
At least they do have wings!

I peep outside the window,
It's raining without a rainbow,
I am a bow without an arrow,
A story without a foreshadow!

I search deeper inside me.
Of places I want to be.
Of people I wish to be.
Of sights I yearn to see.

So I ask my memory:
What is there left in me?
Is there any victory?
I asked in deep ecstasy.

But my memory cheats me.
It holds nothing but beauty,
Forgets everything that's ugly.
Refuses to represent the reality.

2007-12-06 11:43:19 · 11 answers · asked by Dark Dickinsonian 4

Does anyone know of any sites that help give you interpretations to poems? I need to interpret the following poems of Henry Longfellow; describing the sounds, figures of speech, images, and thoughts and feelings of the poet: "Christmas Bells", "The Cross of Snow", "Changed", "Holidays", "Aftermath",
"Curfew",
"The Meeting", "The Rainy Day", and "The Arrow and the Song".......If anyone can help me with any of these I'd really appreciate it!!!

2007-12-06 11:40:02 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

Round Hole
a liar
a fake
my mask hurts
I put it on to try to belong
but the mask is transparent
ones from the other side tell me
"Its good, you need it."
it is not me
it hurts
only remainds me of my flaws
I want to leave
but the dream holds me
the dream where I belong
its farther than words can express
beyond rational thought
beyond my home
and farther still
I have no more wax to build my wings
I am a square peg in the round hole

This one is called "round hole". I wrote it when I was trying to be social and meet new people. I know its the 3rd personal one I've done and I have more. I plan to do less personal ones on subjects like war, religion, ect.

2007-12-06 11:33:44 · 3 answers · asked by toastalchemist 3

i need something from the 19th or 20th century

2007-12-06 11:07:27 · 2 answers · asked by jmh730@sbcglobal.net 1

*****
Do not lie to my face
As you stomp around the place
Trying hard to find a way of blaming me

I’ll be lost without a trace
You’ll have lots more empty space
If you cannot face the cold reality

I love you, not what you do
I’m your man, but will not stand
By and watch you die
The Cocaine way

*****

2007-12-06 10:15:31 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous