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Thursday, January 2, 2014

Christmas poem

Christmas is here
Christmas is here
Christmas we waited
All this year.

Christmas is joy
Christmas is joy
Under the tree
Is all new toy.

Christmas is here
Christmas is here
Bringing everybody

Near and dear.

Metaphorical poem

Death is a knife

Once it struck
The soul will stuck 

To the virgins, to make much of time (Robert Herrick)

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
   Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
   Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
   The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
   And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
   When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
   Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
   And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,

                     You may forever tarry.     

Acrostic (MOTHER)

Million things she gave me
Only that she’s growing old
Tears she shed to save me
Her heart of purest gold
Eyes with love-light shining

Right she always be

Free poem on a gloomy day

The pitch black clouds
wandering in the sky
Sad and gloomy          
Soon
to cry                                                        
So I sit there
Waiting for the drops
Fall onto my cheeks
And mix with mine

Only yours and mine..

Diamond

Dead
Old, Still
Lying, Unmoving, Shrinking
No one can run away from it
Pain.

Cinquain

Baseball
Bat cracks against
The pitch, sending it out
Over the back fence, I did it!
Homerun