You've got a nerve to be asking a favour
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
I know we've been through this before
Can't you hear me, I'm calling out your name?
Can't you see me, I'm pounding on your door?
When I used to go out
I would know everyone that I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all
I'm sure we've been through this before
Can't you hear me, I'm beating on your wall?
QUESTION:
I have many favourite poems, and this is one of them. Find a poem you like and type it as a new comment to share it with the rest of the class. Be sure you include the poem's title and the author's name. Remember to add your name at the bottom of your comment before submitting.
22 comments:
The road not taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler,
long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
by Robert Frost
Rahul
New Car-Melanie Harris
I go and get my new car today, boy I'm so excited
I chose it yesterday, I can't wait to be reunited
It's shiny and black with alloy wheels and a spoiler on the back.
I go and get my new car today, boy I just can't wait
I said I'd be back at four today, I don't want to be late
It's got leather trim on the inside and clips for a roof rack.
I go and get my new car today, boy I'm all jumbly inside
I know it runs well because I took it for a drive
It's got electric headlamps and the interior is black.
I go and get my new car today, boy it's nearly time
only thirty minutes left to go before that car is mine
It's fast and tricky to steer but I'll soon get the knack.
I go and get my new car today, boy it's really great
I just can't wait to show it to my mates
It's just the best car ever on my toy racing track!
Mohammad
WARNING- SHEL SILVERSTEIN
Inside everybody's nose
There lives a sharp-toothed snail.
So if you stick your finger in,
He may bite off your nail.
Stick it further up inside,
And he may bite your ring off.
Stick it all the way, and he
May bite the whole darn thing off!
Adam
This Old Cat
I'm getting on in years,
My coat is turning gray.
My eyes have lost their luster,
My hearing's just okay.
I spend my day dreaming
Of conquests in my past,
Lying near a sunny window
Waiting for its warm repast.
I remember our first visit,
I was coming to you free,
Hoping you would take me in
And keep me company.
I wasn't young or handsome,
Two years I'd roamed the street.
There were scars upon my face,
I hobbled on my feet.
I could sense your disappointment
As I left my prison cage.
Oh, I hoped you would accept me
And look beyond my age.
You took me out of pity,
I accepted without shame.
Then you grew to love me,
And I admit the same.
I have shared with you your laughter,
You have wet my fur with tears.
We've come to know each other
Throughout these many years.
Just one more hug this morning
Before you drive away,
And know I'll think about you
Throughout your busy day.
The time we've left together
Is a treasured time at that.
My heart is yours forever.
I Promise - This old cat.
Author: K.C. Bigamon
Poem don't really touch me but this one reminds me of poor old Yellowfang from Warriors.
Christina
My favourite peom is Casey At The Bat - a classic baseball poem by Ernest Thayer published in June 3rd , 1880.
Text :
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville Nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only Casey could get but a whack at that -
We'd put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat.
But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Johnnie safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.
Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.
And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand;
And it's likely they'd a-killed him had not Casey raised his hand.
With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shown;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."
"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.
The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville— mighty Casey has struck out.
This is the most famous poem about baseball ever . It is just as popular as Take Me Out To The Ball Game . I first known about this poem when I was watching This Week In Baseball on TV , that week the show is about baseball traditions and it told me about Casey At The Bat .
Text from Wikipedia .
David
FOG
The fog comes
on little cats feet.
It sits looking
over habor and city
on slient hunches
and then moves on
by: Carl Sandburg
sarina
Mountains!By:Mao Zedong
I whip my swift horse, glued to my saddle.
I turn my head startled,
The sky is three foot above me!
Mountains!
Like great wave surging in a crashing sea,
Like a thousand stallions
In full gallop in the heat of battle.
Mountains!
Piercing the blue of heaven, your barbs unblunted!
The skies would fall
But for you strength supporting
Thiviyan
Today I got a valentine
from everyone but Kay.
But that’s all right...
I never liked her that much anyway.
She doesn’t like my favorite bands.
Her socks don’t often match.
She never trades her Oreos.
She isn’t good at catch.
She doesn’t play computer games.
She wears her hair in braids.
She’s something of a teacher’s pet
and always gets good grades.
She dots her i’s with little hearts.
She’s always reading books.
Whenever I’m around, she gives me
such confusing looks.
But oh my goodness, here comes Kay—
and what is this I see?
It seems she has an extra special
valentine for me.
It’s big and red and has the words,
"Will you be mine today?"
I’ve always said there’s no one else
I like as much as Kay!
Kenn Nesbitt SpIrOOO!
Excuse Me by anonymous:
The orchestra's mid-rehearsal
And I'm dying for a pee
But, although I'm holding up my hand
I can't make the teacher see
I clash the cymbals, bang the drum
But he doesn't hear my plea
If I have a tinkle on the piano
Then he's sure to notice me.
Christopher
Heres one of the poems I like:
Off to the sweet shores of Africa,
Off, with my harp and harmonica,
I'll follow the walking, talking drum To the land, where sunbirds hum.
Off to the sweet shores of Africa,
To fields of palm and paprika,
I'll watch the kingly eagle fly
Beneath clear blue sky.
Off to the sweet shores of Africa,
Off in my jar of tapioca,
I'll ride on the River Nile's rolling crest
Till my jar comes to rest.
This poem makes me fell relaxed because it describes the shores of Africa. It makes me visualize whats happening in the poem.
Lillian
What Is The Value Of Money?
Money we all know is a medium of exchange
Buyers and sellers relate to each other through money
The question here is – what is the value of money?
Few say money is the root of all evil
Many say money is the root of prosperity
And how valuable is money
Almost everything is measured by money
People go to work everyday because of money
Wealth of individuals is measured by money
All purchases and transactions are made by money
Every country has a name for its own money
The importance of some countries
In based on the value of their money
What is the value of money?
The rise and fall of foreign exchange
Is used to measure the value of money
Success to many is also measured by money
Corporate positions are measured by money
There are some people who marry for money
What is the value of money?
To many, money is everything
You cannot get many things done without money
Many have pondered and contemplated to ask
Can human beings live without money?
Then, how shall we determine and decide
The prices of individuals and materials
Differences between the rich and the poor
Are calculated in monetary terms
The power bestowed by money
Seems bigger than imagined
JULIUS BABARINSA
JOSHUA BOWERS
RUDYARD KIPLING
The Law of the Jungle
Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back --
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
atchuthan
HOW DOTH LITTLE CROCODILE
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the water of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcome little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!
LEWIS CARROLL
Mahnoor
Afternoon in School
The Last Lesson
When will the bell ring, and end this weariness?
How long have they tugged the leash, and strained apart
My pack of unruly hounds: I cannot start
Them again on a quarry of knowledge they hate to hunt,
I can haul them and urge them no more.
No more can I endure to bear the brunt
Of the books that lie out on the desks: a full three score
Of several insults of blotted pages and scrawl
Of slovenly work that they have offered me.
I am sick, and tired more than any thrall
Upon the woodstacks working weariedly.
And shall I take
The last dear fuel and heap it on my soul
Till I rouse my will like a fire to consume
Their dross of indifference, and burn the scroll
Of their insults in punishment? - I will not!
I will not waste myself to embers for them,
Not all for them shall the fires of my life be hot,
For myself a heap of ashes of weariness, till sleep
Shall have raked the embers clear: I will keep
Some of my strength for myself, for if I should sell
It all for them, I should hate them -
- I will sit and wait for the bell.
D. H. Lawrence
Andy#0
Mix and Match
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YiLin Y
ELDORADO BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
Gaily bednight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old
This knight so bold
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be
This land of Eldorado?"
"Over the mountains
Of the moon,
Down the valley of the Shadow,
Ride, bodly ride."
The shade replied,
"If you seek for Eldorado!"
Rachel
Daddy’s Making Dinner
by Jeff Mondak
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Daddy’s making dinner
I’ve seen it all before
French fries black and burning
And meat loaf on the floor
Daddy’s making dinner
The sugar bowl just broke
Fido ate the gravy
The house has filled with smoke
Daddy’s making dinner
But I’m not one to moan
Soon he will surrender
And go pick up the phone
Daddy made the dinner
Today’s my lucky day
Dinner’s in the trash can
And pizza’s on the way.
Nethushan
HENRY SHUKMAN
Snowy Morning
When we were nine or ten and used to play
at dying — hands clasped to the chest,
Goodbye, beautiful world, I love you! —
we didn't believe it could ever really be done.
Say goodbye to everything? A gunshot wound
in 'Alias Smith and Jones' could set us thinking —
please please don't die — or a feathered mess
that had been a pigeon squashed on the road.
Even Divinity class, that final sponge of vinegar
on a speartip. Goodbye, beautiful vinegar.
Now, under the shag of decades, after so much
contact with things, it takes a morning like this.
Snow has fallen, a light crust. On the white field
green trails zigzag where the horses wandered,
a crazy scribble shows where they fed.
There they are now, two statues stooping.
All the ewes are sitting, thawing their grass.
Puddles crunch like caramel. Little snowfalls
crumble down a hedge. The silver-birch
trembles with its own twigs' shadows.
And under the rusty chestnut I walk
through a rain of crystals. There isn't much to say.
This is a day that decides by itself to be beautiful.
This field is a bride. How are we to say goodbye?
Jay
This is a Mother's Day Poem that I made up for my mom when I was in grade 3 here it is:You watched me over days and nights
Helped me over all of my frights
Here is my poem from me to you
Just to let you know I love you too.
Dea
I like all poems and it is hard to chose just one. They are all great poems and if I find one I like I would look at another one and like them the same.I am going to write a part of a poem that I like.
A PATCH OF OLD SNOW
There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to a rest........
I found one poem I like in a book that I found really discriptive and I like it because it talks about summer and that is my favourit season and when I walk out om a summer day I some what feel what the author wrote
SUMMER
Sunbends down lilacs stirred by wind: each leaf holds up
the whole sky. A warbler,
brief fruit, shakes loose
a rush of blue
by: Robert Melancon
Evelyn
I like all poems and I can't just say one is my favourite. They are all interesting in their own special way. If I put a peom down it is like I am singling out one as my favourite and I don't want to do that.
Caroline
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