Poetry

which books of the epic The Odyssey contain perfect examples of how Odysseus thought of himself as a glorious person? in other words, what are some examples in which vanity may be observed?

besides of course, odysseus yelling his name to the cyclops to tell his brothers that odysseus blinded him...thats a lil too obvious

2007-12-05 13:07:27 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

"The Musical Genius"
I was asked by dear mother to go to the store.
This I didn't mind, for my CD player was ready.
I was now JS Bach, and the orchestra was ready,
as well as the choral, who I most worried about.
"Today, we are practicing the 'Sanctus'.
You know well my B minor Mass."
The choral looked worried, and I saw it in their eyes.
I reassured them, or rather warned them,
"If you drop one note from the fugue, you will be out,
on your ***, without your ration of firewood or beer!"
Of course it went perfect, and the chorus applauded me,
for composing a work of pure genius.
I adjusted my wig, took a pinch of snuff,
and bitched out the faggotist (bassoonist) for general purpose.
"Now we will practice Et exsultavit from my Magnificat."
But I arrived home, and gave the musicians the day off,
to study and practice.

2007-12-05 11:49:36 · 2 answers · asked by Jrahdel 5

Moments

This morning the world don't love me but i don't care
i am happy i found peace, i hope it lasts a day
I fear the next few moments..if i seek it and it is not there
and the world don't love me, most days i go through hell.

Moments to me keeps slipping away like sands
i can bearly hold them within the palms of my bear hands
where they go, i do not know..perhaps in my eyes..
where they are turned into diamonds staind with lies.

2007-12-05 11:40:27 · 17 answers · asked by Anonymous

the poem "Home Burial" i need to find some criticism on it but cannot find any on the net , if your familiar with the poem will you help me out.

2007-12-05 11:33:18 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

I have to write two poems for a class. They have to be opposite topics, Like summer and winter, heaven or hell, hot or cold. something like that.

But the catch is, they have to have the same rhyme scheme, same number of syllables in corresponding lines (line one has to have the same number of syllables as line one in poem two, line twos have to have the same number of syllables and so on) and they have to have the same amount of lines.

I know this sounds like a bit much, but it counts as a big grade and im helpless at poetry...anything would be appreciated and anything more then 4 or 5 lines each would be AWESOME.

I will pick a best answer.

and thank you for taking the time

2007-12-05 11:09:13 · 2 answers · asked by fghjk 5

My heart is as pale as the moon
Old, cold and full of wounds
Winds of time sweep its face
And leave it naked to the outer space

2007-12-05 11:08:33 · 2 answers · asked by Psychological Moment 5

2007-12-05 10:50:07 · 5 answers · asked by Elaine P...is for Poetry 7

I think it's from the Victorian days, when it became the fashion for young men to be clean-shaven; it sort-of mocks those men without moustaches. I think it starts something like, "I have a little moustache, it's here upon my lip. It's nearly a millimeter, from follicle to tip."
It goes on to mention it has a softness that the girls all love to touch and how men keep on their lips a little fuzz "to show all the ladies where their Grandpa's moustache was."
Does anyone know it??

2007-12-05 10:04:59 · 1 answers · asked by Dreampet 2

If you had the option of sitting down to dinner with any poet, past or present, who would it be? If they asked you to recite something poetic to them, what would you say?

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My choice would be the Lovely, always profound, Sonia Sanchez

and to her I would say....

2007-12-05 09:48:14 · 10 answers · asked by Poetress 2

1. Describe the scene you see in that poem, What feelings are inmediately evoked by the poem's setting?
2. What question does the speaker repeat in the poem?
3. What do you think the old man and the "sweet boy" symbolize to the speaker?
4. What does the speaker think the third face is? and what the speaker means when saying: "Dead and divine and brother of all, and here again he lies."
5. The point of the poem is never openly stated; that is, it remains implicit. How would you make the poet's message explicit"

2007-12-05 09:41:33 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-05 09:31:08 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

The sheets feel soft
The pillow is plump
I lay back and relax
Another day has gone by
Thinking of the events that occured
My mind was set to max

But I'm winding down
I'm breathing slower
I slowly shut my eyes
Then it comes
Those thoughts of you
Nobody hears the cries

Single tears run down my face
Like waterfalls after rain
I toss and turn as I wept
Thinking of lies
Thinking of love
My strength I should have kept

I start to calm down
I wipe my face
And then there you were
I begin to smile
My tears were happy
You came back to me for sure

I hugged you tight
You hugged me back
Told me you couldn't be without me
We laughed, we cried
We played, we smiled
We were in love so madly

I touched your hand
But it turned to dust
Whats happening I say
You can't leave me now
You look at me, as you fade
And say, its going to be okay

No! I say beginning to cry
You can't do this to me again
What does all this mean I scream
Your completely gone
I open my eyes
It was all just another dream

2007-12-05 08:06:38 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

I'm not saying that all men are thoughtless
they just dont seem to be able to consider us
they seem to prefer drunken nights with their mates
to taking their girlfriend out on hot dates
what would happen if the boot was on the other foot
going out with your mates again? tut tut
men of the world, think about this
before another night out with your mates on the piss

2007-12-05 08:00:11 · 7 answers · asked by Sarah G 1

He is the snotty poetry critic,
Who turns up his nose at my stuff
But I checked out his answers
And read some of his old guff
He has terrible problems that vex
And cause him to sneeze every time he has sex
So when he says nasty things about my prose
I picture him blowing his load through his nose.

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AvjLsn_NCgCB2p3f1_OzXwnty6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20071201231729AAWu2dF

2007-12-05 07:22:39 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****

Cast no stones at poor, lonely Teedyu
His crime's against nature, not you
His poetry glass beholds half-emptiness
Seamless, endless, ancient and new

"Sing with me....!"

Hail, Hail Teedyu
Einstein asks questions of you
Sail, Sail, Teedyu
Get out your tri-fold and come through
Hold up a Grail to tired old Teedyu
Buy us a round or two
We'll go to jail with retched old Teedyu
Teedyu...old true and blue

*****

2007-12-05 07:21:16 · 15 answers · asked by Anonymous

a heart of gold stopped beating,
two shinning eyes at rest
god broke our hearts to prove
he only takes the best


thats what a remember but then theres this part :


-but you did not go alone
because part of us went with you,the day he took you home


thats what i remember.please tell me the whole poem

2007-12-05 07:18:59 · 1 answers · asked by :]] 1

*****
Softness

Whispered words melt,
passing by, the thoughts
inside tumble
as you smile

Strands of hair part
as ears strains
to listen

Softly passing by,
they fall to your toes,
scattered, whispered words.

*****
Warrior’s lament

I hear tomtom calling
Dark forest echoes
I feel drums beating through tall grass

On crest a signal fire
Warns great danger
Ride away to spirits pointing

I see a totem gesture
Signs pathways ending
I hear Grandfathers
From herds up in the sky

*****
Wendy

What are you looking for
little gray squirrel
How many nuts
can there be
in Chicago

*****

2007-12-05 06:55:27 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

Holidays' Journey*


Rattle tagging twigs, branches
Tumbling twisted trunks
Loose from
Crispy flippin leaves...
Down, down
Strewn on dewed ground.

Crunch, step...
Step, crunch.
Pathing past shallow,
Hollow stumps
Deep into meadow morning
Swarms,
Swimming sunlight, cold light
Crinkling
Swift, tinseled silvers,
Silencing slices of
Fall...calling...calling.

Beckoning yellow, mellowing
Brown towns of Winter...
Winning, creeping, sleeping
Spring,
Crouching, slouching on
Fern torched porches.

We wait. Frosted windows
Funnel firelight upon
Holidays...glazed icing days...
Delights of hearth, friends, home.

Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

2007-12-05 05:55:06 · 4 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

*****

Did the master weep at the grave of a slave,
From sorrow, remorse or pity,
The field hand not, nor blacksmith tears wrought, dripping,
…but all work stopped the day Black Dan dropped,
Not bought and sold as property,
The Governor’s fighting black man was his treasure.

*****

Stand by for DELETE!

2007-12-05 05:04:10 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

“A scribbler vile, inflamed with hellish spite,
Against the great Augustine dared to Write;
Presumptuous serpent! from what midnight den
Durst thou to crawl on earth and look at men?
Sure thou was fed on Britain’s sea-girt plains,
Or in thy breast Vesuvian sulphur reigns.”

2007-12-05 03:48:30 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-05 03:01:28 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

I, and my eye
In the sky, an
Indignant reply
In denial

2007-12-05 02:46:21 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Am4sGORPDEZ0ySRIVF44eUPty6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20071204144442AAcICAS

HE IS DESPERATE!

2007-12-05 01:19:54 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****

How much grand typing is needed to write,
Some poems to bring her joy and delight,
Scrib’ling, dribbling, a hectic midnight flight,

Sweat and ink puddle under candlelight,
Thoughts and well runs dry, the paper, speechless,
Frustration mounts, no remedy in sight,

Will I be sitting here until first light,
Brandy flask empty, ash tray piled high
This proper English assignment’s a fight,

She tortures the minions for her delight,
Dashing us on these rocks so indignant,
How many suffer this terrible plight?

Can’t we just tell her to go fly a kite?
It’s Monday, not sunny, work piled high,
Or must we obey, because she is right?

Come now good poets, let your pens take flight,
Spinnig us stories of ghostly delights,
Show us your courage, your power, your might!

*****

2007-12-05 01:18:33 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
Call the Doctor!

My eyes are on fire
Flat screen…flat line…
Hands reaching out, skyward,
Loss of voice, rhythm fibrillation,
Blunted gasps gulp at missing air,
Shooting pain, gone asunder,
What is this thing,
This blazing thunder…

“Who put Dave’s Insanity Sauce in my Soup?”

2007-12-05 01:08:52 · 17 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****

Moth too close to flame
Cabbages and watercress
Will not morn the loss

*****

In this one, the contrary line is L-1.
TD

2007-12-05 00:56:23 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

I cant remember all the words but the end was something like "while friends weep on this shore, on the other side departed loved ones cheer at your arrival" Not accurate I know, but that was the gist of a very moving reading. Thank you very much.

2007-12-04 22:54:58 · 2 answers · asked by optimistic_realist 1

The walls I built of my paper-mâché
Are flaking and crumbling apart.
The gaps and the cracks are spreading much wider-
Revealing my crucified heart.
Here it's displayed, atop a white pedestal...
Once guarded so tightly, now exposing it all...

It once was so young, so vibrant and strong.
Beating the rhythm to a light, wordless song.
Pumping out happiness, sucking out pain,
Making my blunders seem more like a gain.

It started to falter, often skipping a beat,
But the rhythm continued as though on repeat.
Overexertion was crucial, too much stress perhaps,
Causing the heart to pump madly until it collapsed.

'Twas put on display, in an upright position,
To be seen as a model of perfect cognition.
Nails held it steady, the spot-light was bright,
Causing the mass to heat and ignite.

I took my emotions, thoughts, aspirations,
Mixed them together to a paste combination.
This became a tomb for my heart on display,
So that quietly...solitary...it could decay.

**continue below**

2007-12-04 19:50:59 · 10 answers · asked by Happy. Finally. 3

it's called "look at this)", or that is the first line, since all of his poems are techincally untitled. But its called "look at this)" in an english textbook and I really liked it. I also believe it is in the book of poems title "Is 5" by cummings. if anyone could find that poem for me then that would be greeeaaatttt

2007-12-04 19:06:36 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

My life closed twice before its close---
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,

So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.


Thanks guys!

Merry Christmas!

2007-12-04 15:45:00 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous