A Dream Within A Dream -Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
THE END
Haiku by Issa Hobayashi
Waga hoshi wa
doko ni tabine ya
ama-no-gawa.
In the summer evening, where is my star
hidden in the Milky Way?
Shizukasa ya
kosui no soko no
kumo no mine.
Quietness- it is the summit of the clouds that can be seen
at the bottom of the lake.
Free as a Bird- James Cordery
I watched a bird in the blue skies fly
One second of my life went by
During that time I became that thing
And felt the wind beneath my wings
I felt the peace, the silent space
The freedom of the air's embrace
I felt the warm and gentle breeze
As we sailed into eternity.
I've never been so completely free
For I was it and it was me
Then that second came to an end
And there I was in chains again.
Bus -Vicarose S.
I'm cold
I'm shivering
I'm in a bus stop
I'm hot
My nose is hot
I'm inside the bus
Oh geesh!
How can I get off this
'Bus
Bianca help.
Rollercoaster Blues -b.
ZOOM! We go, and loop the loop.
I tilt my head from side to side
Tilt it back to enjoy the ride.
The chain creaks, we gain altitude
I'm afraid, it looks so crude.
At the peak I hold my breath
And hope that I don't scream to death
The car tips over, pummels down.
On my face is a terrified frown.
The speed of sound makes me think soup.
When the ride ends I tumble out
On my face is an angry pout
"I'll kill my sister!" I so shout.
Someone passes by, fatly stout.
I keel over, but already've seen
That today my barf is green.
The Second Coming -W.B. Yeats
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer,
Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world;
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nighmare by a rocking cradle.
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?