He hands it back to the woman who immediately puts the cap back on and hands it back to the man. I used to LOVE poetry. I have written numerous poems a few years back after a very long break in which I studied other visual arts and dance. Here is one of my poems that I wrote in anger after one of my friends succumbed but before my sister found out she had advanced stage esophageal cancer.
Cancer is a bloody bitch and then you die. Most of my family and friends have passed from this dangerous, insidious fuck up of the body, for lack of a better description. Your body fucks up and you hope for the best in remissions or treatment or just prepare yourself to say goodbye. No conventional wisdom here. This is the way grownups have managed to get by not killing one another throughout most of history.
Minding our own business. This is starting to become a problem now that conservative people insist on others playing by the same rules we all live by. Some have been assuming that their agenda was the only one that mattered so when they cannot get what they want, when they want it, they use force and violence or pitch a public fit.
No one needs to shout in any streets about anything in America. We are not a third world country. Today we seem to have many unreasonable people that know there is nothing wrong, but somehow they are just not happy so they want to be sure others that are content are just as miserable as they are. Celebrities are big on doing this and most are so starstruck they will go along with anything someone they admire believes in, much like a 12 year old schoolgirl.
Exactly how they pick their next fad or person they wish to thrust into the spotlight for you to follow is their little secret for now, but they have an agenda. These people are either trying to mess things up for the rest of us on purpose or they are mentally ill and need help, not validation. Sadly, instead of evolving to a better society, which is where we should be, we have regressed to the point of neanderthal with better toys to play with. If some had their way we would all walk around naked while we play with our cell phones taking selfies with the rest of the herd on our way to the trough.
So, Conventional Wisdom you say? I say that wisdom is about to go the way of the dinosaur due to the very nature of man who hates and tries to destroy anyone who seems to know better than them. Product Details. Average Review. Write a Review. Related Searches. A Book of Humorous Poems. This book is a collection of poems covering a wide ranging number of topics and This book is a collection of poems covering a wide ranging number of topics and with no overall pattern of construction.
View Product. Once again, explore the mind through someone dealing with mental illness.
Experience the emotions dealt Experience the emotions dealt with on a daily basis. This book of poems is filled with inspirational and emotional poems.
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It was written to spread awareness of mental illness A Sheffield Lass: A book of rhyming poems. A Sheffield Lass is little book of rhyming poems. He is still popular today. Here is our well-thumbed battered copy of one of his famous books:.
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I love the introductory lines:. Today is your day. It definitely has a ring to it and was one of the most popular songs on Play School. Plus, I used to love reading both of them out loud to the kids. Wombat Stew by Marcia K Vaughan I adored this book. There is even a musical score for the chorus at the end. Roald Dahl was a favourite with my children and not only wrote brilliant books, but while researching this post, I discovered that he was also was a gifted comic poet, writing 27 poems. Try this send up for example:. Mary, Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow?
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Nicholas soon would be there;. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,. With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;. To the top of the porch!
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Now dash away! As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;.
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The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. Ah, lots of Australian classics here!! Like Like. There certainly are!