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Rhyming Poetry

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Bethany Steele

on 30 November 2010

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Transcript of Rhyming Poetry

Humpty's Big Fall

Humpty Dumpty sat in a tree.
Humpty Dumpty got stung by a bee.
He fell out and hit his head,
and now he thinks his name is "Fred."
--Ken Nesbitt My Frog Has Got a Steering Wheel

My frog has got a steering wheel,a radio, a door,a hefty V-8 engineand a stick shift on the floor.My frog is a convertiblewith comfy leather seats.I drive my frog to go to workor cruise around the streets.But now my frog is missing.Though parked it on the road,I didn't plug the meterand it must have gotten toad.
--Kenn Nesbitt
The Truth
The way we get revenge, the way we start a fight.The things that we would do, to get someone in spite.The arguments and hostility, the moment they would know you.Is it always just that easy, to tell if someone’s true?The anger in one’s self, the moment they could tell.If one would make things up, and tell you how they felt.Dishonesty and fiction, the myths and falsification.All the different ways of telling the defamation.When you try to tell something and make it with a twist.Different ways of lying, when you should just be honest.-Unknown The Truth

The way we get revenge, the way we start a fight.

The things that we would do, to get someone in spite.

The arguments and hostility, the moment they would know you.

Is it always just that easy, to tell if someone’s true?

The anger in one’s self, the moment they could tell.

If one would make things up, and tell you how they felt.

Dishonesty and fiction, the myths and falsification.

All the different ways of telling the defamation.

When you try to tell something and make it with a twist.

Different ways of lying, when you should just be honest.
- Unknown RHYME POETRY Relfection

We all have that someone we can’t stand to be around.

We try to change the subject, because it puts us down.

And nobody knows who really is to blame.

When you think about them and all you see is shame.

It brings all the anger and makes other times sad.

If you were to see them, you’d think someone was bad.

They bring the headache and cause all your pain.

You try to avoid it, but it’s crying your name.

It has that voice, where you can’t walk away. 

You find it to see that it’s all plain as day.

You try to avoid it, in any way you can.

It doesn’t matter where you go, it’s everywhere you stand. 

So what would cross your mind, and what would you do?

When you look in the mirror and that someone’s really you.- Unknown My Little One

My little one whose tongue is dumb, 
whose fingers cannot hold to things, 
who is so mercilessly young, 
he leaps upon the instant things,I hold him not. Indeed, who could? 
He runs into the burning wood. 
Follow, follow if you can! 
He will come out grown to a manand not remember whom he kissed, 
who caught him by the slender wrist 
and bound him by a tender yoke 
which, understanding not, he broke.- Tennessee Williams We Don’t Know Why

The twinkling of stars on a balmy night,
The gabble of geese as they take flight,
A passionate look in your lover’s eye,
The graceful ballet of a butterfly.
Living on the edge, in a committed way,
Facing all challenges day by day,
Your life on the line—to do, not just try,
Life is exciting—a natural high.
Failure and boredom appear in your life;Unhappiness cuts you, just like knife.
“Where are all the good times,” you cry;
Is life just hard, and then you die?
”The freshening feel of an ocean breeze,
The colors of change in the leaves on the trees,The feeling of peace as the days go by,Life's a dazzling puzzle—and we don’t know why.
By Karl and Joanna Fuchs
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