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Jake Tsakos

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Jake Tsakos

Poetry Project
Beyond Winter
By: Ralph Waldo Emersco

"Over the winter glaciers
I see the summer glow"

By: James Stephens

"As she threw blackness everywhere
Along the sky, the ground, the air,"

Monster Named Me
By: Palious Thatcher
"Bitter is its nagging song,"
The Tutor
By: Carolyn Wells

"tutor two tooters to toot?”
Who Lived in a Shoe?
By: Beatrix Potter

Rhyme scheme
"I think if she lived in
A little shoe-house
That little old lady was
Surely a mouse!"
My Body
Seaside Lament
" I feel the sea,
I feel the sea."

By: Jake Tsakos

The month of december is
filled with excitment.December
is full of red and green with
a little bit of white. The begining
of December is one of the longest time of the year, waiting for your presents hoping to get what you want.
The Beach
By: Jake Tsakos
By: Jake Tsakos

By : shel silverstein

This poem is my favorite because it reminds me of how God invites everyone into his kingdom.
A Melodious song
By: ramesh rai

"Thy melody and my lyrics
will make a song
a melodious song"
Buz, Buz, Buz
By: Clara Doty Bates

"Buz, Buz, Buz"
By: Christina Rossetti

"An emerald is as green as grass"

Over the winter glaciers
I see the summer glow.
And through the wild-piled snowdrift
The warm rosebuds below.
An emerald is as green as grass,
A ruby red as blood;
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;
A flint lies in the mud.

A diamond is a brilliant stone,
To catch a world’s desire;
An opal holds a fiery spark;
But a flint holds fire.
The Night was creeping on the ground!
She crept, and did not make a sound

Until she reached the tree: And then
She covered it, and stole again

Along the grass beside the wall!
–I heard the rustling of her shawl

As she threw blackness everywhere
Along the sky, the ground, the air,

And in the room where I was hid!
But, no matter what she did

To everything that was without,
She could not put my candle out!

So I stared at the Night! And she
Stared back solemnly at me!
I yearn to be free,
But there is something inside,
Something dreadful is holding me,
The beast and monster to me has cried,
Cried through all the day long,
Bitter is its nagging song,

Ballad after ballad, death and pain,
I fear hope willn't return again,
Oppressed and abused all hopes lost,
My heart is the one that pays the cost,
The sorrow and pain they beat in my chest,
Like a thousand drums, oh, when shall they rest?

The waves are crashing on the shore;
The foaming tide is high.
The gulls now take to sky. They soar!
I hear their plaintive cry.
I feel the sea reach out to me,
And drowning in my misery...
I feel the sea,
I feel the sea.
Oh, how I long to be set free!

The salty sea mist, like a ghost,
Now shrouds the hazy sky.
I cannot hide what pains me most!
Why did you have to die?
I hear a moan as all alone
I stand, windblown, chilled to the bone.
I hear a moan,
I hear a moan...
The foghorn's lovelorn monotone.

The great North Star is hid from view,
As you are lost to me.
I've searched the endless sea's deep blue
And know my destiny.
I taste each tear, poised on this pier.
Oh, why can't you be with me here?
I taste each tear,
I taste each tear,
Then like North Star...I disappear
Thy melody and my lyrics
will make a song
a melodious song
the song of enthusiasm
the song of peace
the song of fraternity

If my lyrics is a flower
thy melody is thee fragrance

If my lyrics is a ray
thy melody is thee light

If my lyrics is cloud
thy melody is thee lightning

my lyrics is a cascade
thy melody is thee sound

my lyrics and thee melody
is the consistency of profound nature
having multi seasons
to nourish all creature
to embellish the earth
whispering the gale
to blow like spring

my lyrics is nectar
thee melody is sweetness

my lyrics and thee melody
will make a song of heaven
You know that old woman
Who lived in a shoe?
She had so many children
She didn’t know what do?

I think if she lived in
A little shoe-house
That little old lady was
Surely a mouse!
Buz, Buz, Buz
–says the Great buzzing Bee.
Go away butterfly–this flower is for me.
Why? Why? Why? says the little butterfly,
If you may sit on this flower, why may’nt I?
A tutor who tootled the flute
Was teaching two tooters to toot.
Said the two to the tutor,
“Is it harder to toot,
Or to
tutor two tooters to toot
I am a Butterfly.
I am one of the most beautiful insects of the world.
I eat nectar, but
I don't harm the flowers.
I have many enemies.
I wander through the forests playing with all my butterfly friends.
Their names are; Hippy, Dippy, Hopi, and Floppy.
I can't forget my best friends.
Poppy and Moppy.
But do you know who really are my best friends?
Could you try to guess?
I think you might have a good idea.
I like how you like to be you and not somebody who you aren't.
Happenstance, the cry of evolution
All matter just came into existence
Forward progression is its solution
Reoccurrence only happens by chance

Are the laws of the universe constant?
Or do they change like the thoughts of one's mind
Only existing 'til nature's recant
Awaiting some great event to unwind?

Don't the same processes come to repeat?
Then, where are those missing links that once were?
Would not Divine intervention complete
The many variables that occur?

Vanity to believe just happenstance
Believing in God is the circumstance
walking representation
the outward visual caption
of what it means
to be
from the
at times I hide
from you but mostly
what you see is
what you will get
If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!
Free Verse

The poem talks about the authors body and the poem is in the shape of a body.
Fame is a Bee
By: Emily Dickinson

"Fame is a bee"

Fame is a bee.
It has a song–
It has a sting–
Ah, too, it has a wing.
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