Poetry Scrapbook

1. Poetry Scrapbook By Megan States

2. Introduction (limerick)

3. “A bridge engineer, Mr. Crumpett ...”by Anonymous A bridge engineer, Mr. Crumpett, Built a bridge for the good River Bumpett. A mistake in the plan Left a gap in the span, But he said, “Well, they'll just have to jump it.”

5. The Donkeyby G. K. Chesterton When fishes flew and forests walked      And figs grew upon thorn,   Some moment when the moon was blood      Then surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cry    And ears like errant wings,   The devil’s walking parody      On all four-footed things. The tattered outlaw of the earth,    Of ancient crooked will; Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,      I keep my secret still. Fools! For I also had my hour;    One far fierce hour and sweet:   There was a shout about my ears,    And palms before my feet.

7. It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEE;And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.I was a child and she was a child,In this kingdom by the sea;But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee;With a love that the winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and me.And this was the reason that, long ago,In this kingdom by the sea,A wind blew out of a cloud, chillingMy beautiful Annabel Lee;So that her highborn kinsman cameAnd bore her away from me,To shut her up in a sepulchreIn this kingdom by the sea. • The angels, not half so happy in heaven,Went envying her and me-Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,In this kingdom by the sea)That the wind came out of the cloud by night,Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.But our love it was stronger by far than the loveOf those who were older than we-Of many far wiser than we-And neither the angels in heaven above,Nor the demons down under the sea,Can ever dissever my soul from the soulOf the beautiful Annabel Lee.For the moon never beams without bringing me dreamsOf the beautiful Annabel Lee;And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyesOf the beautiful Annabel Lee;And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the sideOf my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,In the sepulchre there by the sea,In her tomb by the sounding sea.

9. Sonnet 18by William ShakespeareShall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate.Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date.Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimmed;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;But thy eternal summer shall not fade,Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou growest.So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

11. Strange RestaurantBy Shel SilversteinI said, "I'll take the T-bone steak." A soft voice mooed, "Oh wow." And I looked up and realized The waitress was a cow. I cried, "Mistake--forget the the steak. I'll take the chicken then." I heard a cluck--'twas just my luck The busboy was a hen. I said, "Okay no, fowl today. I'll have the seafood dish." Then I saw through the kitchen door The cook--he was a fish. I screamed, "Is there anyone workin' here Who's an onion or a beet? No? Your're sure? Okay then friends, A salad's what I'll eat." They looked at me. "Oh,no," they said, "The owner is a cabbage head."

13. Elegy by Dylan Thomas • Too proud to die; broken and blind he diedThe darkest way, and did not turn away,A cold kind man brave in his narrow prideOn that darkest day, Oh, forever mayHe lie lightly, at last, on the last, crossedHill, under the grass, in love, and there growYoung among the long flocks, and never lie lostOr still all the numberless days of his death, thoughAbove all he longed for his mother's breastWhich was rest and dust, and in the kind groundThe darkest justice of death, blind and unblessed.Let him find no rest but be fathered and found,I prayed in the crouching room, by his blind bed,In the muted house, one minute beforeNoon, and night, and light. the rivers of the deadVeined his poor hand I held, and I sawThrough his unseeing eyes to the roots of the sea.(An old tormented man three-quarters blind, • I am not too proud to cry that He and heWill never never go out of my mind.All his bones crying, and poor in all but pain,Being innocent, he dreaded that he diedHating his God, but what he was was plain:An old kind man brave in his burning pride.The sticks of the house were his; his books he owned.Even as a baby he had never cried;Nor did he now, save to his secret wound.Out of his eyes I saw the last light glide.Here among the liught of the lording skyAn old man is with me where I goWalking in the meadows of his son's eyeOn whom a world of ills came down like snow.He cried as he died, fearing at last the spheres'Last sound, the world going out without a breath:Too proud to cry, too frail to check the tears,And caught between two nights, blindness and death.O deepest wound of all that he should dieOn that darkest day. oh, he could hideThe tears out of his eyes, too proud to cry.Until I die he will not leave my side.)

14. Biography of Shel Silverstein Born in Chicago on September 25, 1930, Sheldon Allan Silverstein grew up to conquer an enormous public following. He was a renowned poet, playwright, illustrator, screenwriter, and songwriter. Best known for his very popular children’s books including “The Giving Tree”, “Falling Up”, and “A Light in the Attic”, Silverstein has delighted tens of millions of readers around the world, becoming one of the most popular and greatly admired children's authors of all time. Shel Silverstein never planned on writing for children – surprising for an artist whose children’s works would soon become available in more than 30 languages around the world. Decades after its initial publication, with more than five and a half million copies sold, “The Giving Tree” holds an everlasting spot atop lists of bestsellers. “Where the Sidewalk Ends”, Shel Silverstein’s first collection of poems, was published in 1974 and was an instant classic. Two more collections followed: “A Light in the Attic” in 1981, and “Falling Up” in 1996. Both books dominated bestseller lists for months, with “A Light in the Attic” shattering all previous records for its 182-week stay on the New York Times list. His poetry books are widely used in schools as a child’s first introduction to poetry. Shel Silverstein loved to spend time in Greenwich Village, Key West, Martha’s Vineyard, and Sausalito, California. Up until his death in May 1999, he continued to create plays, songs, poems, stories, and drawings.

15. Works CitedAnonymous. (2010). Poetry Foundation. Retrieved April 28, 2010, from www.poetryfoundation.org: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=171630Chesterton, G. (2010). Poetry Foundation. Retrieved April 29, 2010, from www.poetryfoundation.com: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=177440Poe, E. A. (2010, April 28). Poem Hunter. Retrieved April 28, 2010, from www.poemhunter.com: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/annabel-lee/Shakespeare, W. (2008). Funny Poems for Free. Retrieved April 28, 2010, from www.funny-poems-for-free.com: http://www.funny-poems-for-free.com/funny-sonnet-poems.htmlSilverstein, S. (2010). Akoot Famous Writers. Retrieved April 30, 2010, from www.akoot.com: http://www.akoot.com/shelsilverstein20.htmlThomas, D. (2010, April 28). Poem Hunter. Retrieved April 28, 2010, from www.poemhunter.com: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elegy-2/

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