My puppy punched me in the eye.
My rabbit whacked my ear. My ferret gave a frightful cry and roundhouse kicked my rear. My lizard flipped me upside down. My kitten kicked my head. My hamster slammed me to the ground and left me nearly dead. So my advice? Avoid regrets; no matter what you do, don't ever let your family pets take lessons in kung fu.
--Kenn Nesbitt
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Sunday, 24 June 2012
funny poem x
My puppy punched me in the eye.
sad poem x
Sad In Blue (a lyric)
Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
The night is all dark out side
Nowhere to run
Sad sad sad in blue
Into the night hold me tight
Love me babe I need some light
What's wrong and what's right
When shadows dwell and abide
Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
Is there some star shoot in sight
To wish upon
For sad sad sad you
Into the night take a flight
Feelings, touch, everything out sight
Love me with feelings ok
Come come babe now closer stay
Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
Is there some star shoot in sight
To wish upon
For sad sad sad you
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
The night is all dark out side
Nowhere to run
Sad sad sad in blue
Into the night hold me tight
Love me babe I need some light
What's wrong and what's right
When shadows dwell and abide
Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
Is there some star shoot in sight
To wish upon
For sad sad sad you
Into the night take a flight
Feelings, touch, everything out sight
Love me with feelings ok
Come come babe now closer stay
Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
Is there some star shoot in sight
To wish upon
For sad sad sad you
Peter S. Quinn
Free choice poem :)
I was at your concert last night.
the room was so big, the mood was so right.
There I was in my 3rd row seat
wishing so bad that we could just meet.
the room was so big, the mood was so right.
There I was in my 3rd row seat
wishing so bad that we could just meet.
Your music was playing so loud
but you chose me out of the crowd.
You smiled and gave me a wink.
I didn’t want to move not even blink.
but you chose me out of the crowd.
You smiled and gave me a wink.
I didn’t want to move not even blink.
We shared a moment
it was ours and we owned it.
You are the only one in my heart
please say you’re willing to play that part.
it was ours and we owned it.
You are the only one in my heart
please say you’re willing to play that part.
You walked off the stage and gave me one last look
I knew right then my heart you had took.
It was such a special night
I wanted to have you hold me tight.
I knew right then my heart you had took.
It was such a special night
I wanted to have you hold me tight.
For that moment we were together
frozen in time frozen forever.
I hope you remember me too
for one day Justin Bieber I will marry you.
frozen in time frozen forever.
I hope you remember me too
for one day Justin Bieber I will marry you.
--Britanny.
I Hear Voices...
And from the graves, where names were carved in
stone, came a mournful Ballad, of life gone by.
A Ballad sang by mothers, whose children left behind,
and left to sing their ballads, of tears that did remain.
And what of Fathers Ballad, whose job was not complete,
who died and sang his song, of things that could not be.
In a smaller voices, still weeping and confused, the children
sang their Ballad, of parents never knew.
And in some far off place, a Ballad did come fourth, of all
the deaths that happened, that wasn't meant to be.
A soldiers painful Ballad, did seemed so unjust, of the
war that finally killed him, in a land he never knew.
The Ballad, of unknown, thou human, none the less,
were buried here alone, with not a one to care.
In the quiet of a cemetery morn, the Ballad of
the dead, echoes silently across green grass,
and through the granite stones.
It makes one wonder, about the Ballad of the dead,
and what will be our song...when we are finally gone.
--Joe Fazio
stone, came a mournful Ballad, of life gone by.
A Ballad sang by mothers, whose children left behind,
and left to sing their ballads, of tears that did remain.
And what of Fathers Ballad, whose job was not complete,
who died and sang his song, of things that could not be.
In a smaller voices, still weeping and confused, the children
sang their Ballad, of parents never knew.
And in some far off place, a Ballad did come fourth, of all
the deaths that happened, that wasn't meant to be.
A soldiers painful Ballad, did seemed so unjust, of the
war that finally killed him, in a land he never knew.
The Ballad, of unknown, thou human, none the less,
were buried here alone, with not a one to care.
In the quiet of a cemetery morn, the Ballad of
the dead, echoes silently across green grass,
and through the granite stones.
It makes one wonder, about the Ballad of the dead,
and what will be our song...when we are finally gone.
--Joe Fazio
poem x
AQUARIUM
by: Maurice Maeterlinck
- Now my desires no more, alas,
- Summon my soul to my eyelids' brink,
- For with its prayers that ebb and pass
- It too must sink,
- To lie in the depth of my closéd eyes;
- Only the flowers of its weary breath
- Like icy blooms to the surface rise,
- Lilies of death.
- Its lips are sealed, in the depths of woe,
- And a world away, in the far-off gloom,
- They sing of azure stems that grow
- A mystic bloom.
- But lo, its fingers--I have grown
- Pallid beholding them, I who perceive
- Them traces the marks its poor unblown
- Lost lilies leave.
- And I know it must die, for its hour is o'er;
- Folding its impotent hands at last,
- Hands too weary to pluck any more
- The flowers of the past!
Thursday, 14 June 2012
War poem x
Entrenched. (written by a 14 year old)
Trembling down in a tench, thinking of nothing but home,
Above I hear a roar, another mine has blown.
There is no turning back then battle must go on,
Nonetheless it seems to me all meaningless and wrong.
As if one shot from me, will help the war at all,
My task is to go over the top and fire and then to fall
Of course I love my country, but I'm too young to die.
Echoing all around I hear the bitter battle cry.
I wish I hadn't come, I wish I wasn't here,
But it is far too late, and I'm overcome with fear.
I once felt so proud that I was going to fight,
But how can man have pride, after seeing this harrowing sight.
I long for freedom, and yet more for peace,
The day when this endless war will cease.
But for now I value every given breath,
For the time draws near when I shall meet my certain death.
-14 year old boy.
Trembling down in a tench, thinking of nothing but home,
Above I hear a roar, another mine has blown.
There is no turning back then battle must go on,
Nonetheless it seems to me all meaningless and wrong.
As if one shot from me, will help the war at all,
My task is to go over the top and fire and then to fall
Of course I love my country, but I'm too young to die.
Echoing all around I hear the bitter battle cry.
I wish I hadn't come, I wish I wasn't here,
But it is far too late, and I'm overcome with fear.
I once felt so proud that I was going to fight,
But how can man have pride, after seeing this harrowing sight.
I long for freedom, and yet more for peace,
The day when this endless war will cease.
But for now I value every given breath,
For the time draws near when I shall meet my certain death.
-14 year old boy.
Animal poem x
A fish in a spaceship.
A fish in a spaceship is flying through school.
A dinosaur dancing on the top of a stool.
The library's landed with orange baboons,
In purple tuxedo's with bows and balloons.
The pigs on the play ground are having a race while pencils parade in their linens and lace.
As camels do cartwheels and elephants fly.
Bananas are baking a broccoli pie.
A hundred gorillas are painting the walls, while robots and rockets careen through the halls.
Tomatoes are teaching in all of the classes.
Or maybe, just maybe, I need some new glasses.
-Kenn Nesbitt.
Love poem x
What I love about you.
I love the way you look at me, your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me, your lips so soft and smooth.
I love the way you make me so happy.
And the ways you show you care.
I love the way you say, "I love you.", and the way your always there.
I love the way you touch me,
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me, and glad that are mine.
-Crystal Jansen.
I love the way you look at me, your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me, your lips so soft and smooth.
I love the way you make me so happy.
And the ways you show you care.
I love the way you say, "I love you.", and the way your always there.
I love the way you touch me,
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me, and glad that are mine.
-Crystal Jansen.
School poem:)x
At history I am hopeless.
At history I am hopeless.
At spelling I stink.
In music I am useless.
From science I shrink.
At art I am atrocious.
In sports I am a klutz.
At reading I'm rotten.
And maths makes me nuts.
At language I'm lousy.
Computers? I'm cursed.
In drama I'm dreadful.
My writings the worst.
There's only one subject I'm sure I would pass,
But they don't teach video games in my class.
-Kenn Nesbitt.
At history I am hopeless.
At spelling I stink.
In music I am useless.
From science I shrink.
At art I am atrocious.
In sports I am a klutz.
At reading I'm rotten.
And maths makes me nuts.
At language I'm lousy.
Computers? I'm cursed.
In drama I'm dreadful.
My writings the worst.
There's only one subject I'm sure I would pass,
But they don't teach video games in my class.
-Kenn Nesbitt.
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