When fishes flew and forest walked
And figs grew upon thorn.
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ear like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
Of all four-footed things
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourage, decide me: I am dumb
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I alo had my hour;
One far feirce hour and sweet;
There was a shout abut my ears,
And palms before my feet.
~G.K. Chesterson
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Winter Poem
once a snowflake fell
on my brow and i loved
it so much and i kissed
it and it was happy and called its cousins
and brothers and a web
of snow engulfed me then
i reached to them all
and i squeezed them and they became
a srin rain and i stood perfectly
still and was a flower
~Nikki Giovanni
on my brow and i loved
it so much and i kissed
it and it was happy and called its cousins
and brothers and a web
of snow engulfed me then
i reached to them all
and i squeezed them and they became
a srin rain and i stood perfectly
still and was a flower
~Nikki Giovanni
April Rain Song
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the ran sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a litte sleep-song on our roof at night
And I love the rain
~Langston Hughes
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the ran sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a litte sleep-song on our roof at night
And I love the rain
~Langston Hughes
Advice from Dracula
Don't ever dine with Frankenstein;
He feasts on flaming tupentine
He chomps and chews on soles of shoes;
and quaffs down quarts of oily ooze.
At supertime he'll slurp some slime.
He's known to gnaw on gristly grime.
His meals of mud and crispy cru
will curl your hai and chill your blood.
His poison, pungent, putrid snacks
may causeyou seizures and attacks.
Your hair may turn completly white.
You may pass out or scream in fright
Your skin will crawl.
Your throat will burn.
Your eyes will bulge.
Your guts will churn.
Your teeth will clench.
Your knees will shake.
Yourhands will sweat.
Your brains will bake.
You'll cringe and cry.
You'll moan and whine.
You'll feel a chill
run down your spine.
You'll lose your lunch.
You'll lose your head.
So come . . .
and dine with ME instead
~Kevin Nesbitt
He feasts on flaming tupentine
He chomps and chews on soles of shoes;
and quaffs down quarts of oily ooze.
At supertime he'll slurp some slime.
He's known to gnaw on gristly grime.
His meals of mud and crispy cru
will curl your hai and chill your blood.
His poison, pungent, putrid snacks
may causeyou seizures and attacks.
Your hair may turn completly white.
You may pass out or scream in fright
Your skin will crawl.
Your throat will burn.
Your eyes will bulge.
Your guts will churn.
Your teeth will clench.
Your knees will shake.
Yourhands will sweat.
Your brains will bake.
You'll cringe and cry.
You'll moan and whine.
You'll feel a chill
run down your spine.
You'll lose your lunch.
You'll lose your head.
So come . . .
and dine with ME instead
~Kevin Nesbitt
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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