Monday, September 24, 2012

Poetry By Christina G. Rossetti




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why did summer die
making students cry
and birds sigh?
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why do flowers, that bloom to please,
take no tease from trees,
but smile, wither, and die at ease?
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Things change or hide
at times, to fit the cycles of life,
no need to ask why.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Honey (Mi) Is Sweet, So Does The Bird's Twitter!








Cardinal sings, the hunter's horn,
then the red door pops open,
Now I hear another honey song,
Sweet music from Heaven,
this time a mockingbird,
the street is filled with chirping word.
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How long does it take
for us to agree, rise above the fate,
We once are forced to defeat,
and let force tear open the happy gate?
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To freeze rules is to shut doors,
To loathe disagreement is to start fights,
Let your ears hear the noises,
The carpenter does have his woody choice.

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Monday, September 3, 2012

to Autumn By John Keats!



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 Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
conspiring with him how to load and bless
with fruit the vines that round the thatch-ever run;
and fill all fruit with ripeness to the core,
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shell.
With a street kernel, to set budding move,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells.