New England has a pretty big collection of native poets, of which Emily Dickenson was one. This poem so reminded me of this valley, with its hill and valleys and the mist over of the river. A good poem for… Read More ›
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THE OWL AND THE PUSSYCAT: A LOVE STORY – EDWARD LEAR
The Owl and the Pussycat by Edward Lear I The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to… Read More ›
IMPOTUS – REBLOG BY JUDY DYKSTRA-BROWN
Originally posted on lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown:
Impotus He’s up there on the platform acting crass and disagreeable. That he will bring the whole world down around him is foreseeable. Every single day I hope and pray…
APRIL REALLY WAS THE CRUELEST MONTH: THE WASTE LAND, BY T.S. ELLIOT
I tell people I don’t like poetry. That’s not exactly true. I do like poetry. I like funny poems, I like poems that remind me of things that were important but have faded in memory. I don’t like my own… Read More ›
FOR INSOMNIACS AND OWNERS OF BARKING DOGS – Marilyn Armstrong
Come Sleep, O Sleep … Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release, The indifferent judge between the high and low; With shield of… Read More ›
OFF COURSE – JUDY DKYSTRA-BROWN – REBLOG
OFF COURSE For those who cannot fathom the changes time has wrought, tomorrow will be better, or perhaps it will be not. Those who have championed progress, thinking it is for our betterment might come at last to fathom that… Read More ›
RINGING ROUND YOUR ROSY – Marilyn Armstrong
A LITTLE POEM FOR STRANGE AND TERRIBLE TIMES OHHHHHH! I’m Coronavirus dum de do de day I came to you from China far away (Hey!) I heard you weren’t ready With your government unsteady Oh, yippee oh doodle yo ki-yay!… Read More ›
Equal to the Challenge? – REBLOG – Judy Dykstra-Brown
Originally posted on lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown:
Equal to the Challenge? Whereas the stage of life for folks my age is likely terminal, the young are at a stage that is best described as germinal. They boomerang…
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS BY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE – Marilyn Armstrong
By Clement Clarke Moore ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be… Read More ›
SERENADE OF A SMALL BROWN BIRD — Marilyn Armstrong
A strange day, windy and warm Trees bending and swaying Our doors slamming up and down the stairs. No storm. Just a wind, wailing until A bird came and sat on the deck railing He sang a song so loud and clear We thought it… Read More ›
THE SWING – Robert Louis Stevenson
FOWC with Fandango — Youth The Swing BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in… Read More ›
WHEN IN DISGRACE – WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes (Sonnet 29) William Shakespeare, 1564 – 1616
WHAT ROUGH BEAST SLOUCHES TOWARDS BETHLEHEM TO BE BORN? – Marilyn Armstrong
THE SECOND COMING – William Butler Yeats “The Second Coming “was written by Irish poet W. B. Yeats in 1919. It was first printed in The Dial in November 1920 and afterward included in his 1921 collection of verses Michael… Read More ›
CASEY AT THE BAT – Marilyn Armstrong
On the last day of trade-making, much to the shock and dismay of Red Sox fans, we didn’t make a single deal and we needed one or two bullpen guys. How badly did we need a closer? Bad enough so… Read More ›
LEWIS CAROLL – THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER
Of all the poetry from Lewis Carroll, this is my favorite. It is here because I like it. It serves no higher good and contains no hidden meaning. It is a poem that always makes me smile. Hope it brings… Read More ›
The vampires of summer… Sue Vincent (A Reblog)
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Spare a thought for the vampire in summer, For, while everyone else seeks the sun, He must hide in the darkness and shadow And from errant sunbeams must run. While the sunbathers…
