You know how you always have that one class that you just can’t stand? The professor has now changed the rules on our research paper three times, gone back on what they said before, and assigned extra work, emailed us for meetings the night before. Then last week she/he calls us in for a “cannot miss”/”must-be-there”/”amazing-opportunity” to hear a guy speak in class and spent the entire last half of it explaining to him how they doubt everything he says because the prof. can name a small town in Missouri that doesn’t match his general conclusion. 0_0 So, I of course do NOT want to go to class tomorrow. Do you think one of these excuses will get me out?
Tag Archives: Poetry
You’re beaten to the earth? Well, well what’s that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It’s nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there? That’s Disgrace.
The harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce!
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts,
But how did you fight, and why?
And though you be done to death, what’s then?
If You battled the best you could.
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce;
And whether he’s slow or spry,
It isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts,
But only How Did You Die?
As the first winter snow starts falling down,
It covers her hair with a crystal crown.
Sparkling white diamonds covering her clothes,
Bring pink to her cheeks, and rose to her nose.
The world seems to stop, as she passes it by,
The whistling wind croons to the sky.
The roads are all quiet, the businesses closed
The park, like a picture, is prettily posed.
Suddenly out come the children with joy,
Laughter and shouts come from each girl and boy.
As three find a sled, and four the best hill,
they slide and they slide, till each has his fill.
The houses are lit, their warmth shining bright,
To neighbors and family who visit this night.
She walks down the lane and watches it all,
Storing memories and smiles to later recall.
Her steps in the snow as she walks up the lane,
Leave the first mark on a pure snowy plain.
A home of her own is waiting ahead,
With family, and fire, and chocolate, and bed.
As the first winter snow starts falling down,
It covers her hair with a crystal crown.
Sparkling white diamonds covering her clothes,
Bring pink to her cheeks, and rose to her nose.
Poem of the Week: How Did You Die?
8 AprI had a very bad week last week, so I’m hoping this one has some better stuff ahead. Ergo, in honor of what is going to be an amazing week (I so decree it; ergo it must be), here is one of my favorite poems! It really does cheer me up–mainly because it makes me draw back my shoulders and say “Bring it On!” 🙂
How Did You Die
by Edmund Vance Cooke
Did you tackle that trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful? Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful?
Hurt by Mrs-Alphabet
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“We All Fall Down” by AutumnforAlways Click image for link to artist’s page
And though you be done to death, what’s then?
If You battled the best you could.
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the critic will call it good.
“Today, It’s You” by Sarasmunilla Click the image for the artist’s page
“Fighting the Grey” by MyArms-YourHearse
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The First Snow
19 Mar🙂 Here is a short poem I wrote in honor of winter wrapping up. While I always enjoy the first snow, I’m about ready for spring!
A picture of our first snow here in Iowa
Secrets to Share
4 JanA friend shared this poem with me today, and I was pleasantly surprised by the way it resonated with my thoughts recently. Thus, I pass it on without further ado for further consideration!
Your Mission. . . Should You Choose to Accept It By Hugh Eckert (2004) Listen, I will tell you an awful secret, A terrible heresy, a forbidden Truth: This life is meant to be enjoyed. We are here to play in the Garden- To be ourselves, only more so To make happy and be happy, love and be loved. (Beloved, be Love!) Say this and be damned, Do this and be scorned, Dare this and win! Dance this life, grow drunken on it, Make laughter your ally In this alchemy. All the biggest lies of history deny this: life is not meant to be suffering; The addition of those words- Click as tumblers fall, the lock moves,
light shines around the edges Of the door to Joy.
Returning to the Garden
2 DecI must say farewell until after final exams are over. Should be about 2 weeks; I have five exams on Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Tuesday, and Friday respectfully. Prayers and best wishes would be much appreciated. Somehow, I don’t see a four hour closed-book Constitutional Law exam being a walk in the park. 🙂 But until I return, I leave this poem by Robert Louis Stevenson. For now, I must be mature and read grown-up books, but I shall return to my garden of poetry, history, and cool artwork before long! I shall not disappear into thin air.
As from the house your mother sees You playing round the garden trees, So you may see, if you will look Through the windows of this book, Another child, far, far away, And in another garden, play. But do not think you can at all, By knocking on the window, call That child to hear you. He intent Is all on his play-business bent. He does not hear, he will not look, Nor yet be lured out of this book. For, long ago, the truth to say, He has grown up and gone away, And it is but a child of air That lingers in the garden there.
Law Gone Wild
28 NovGoodbye world, Goodbye television, Goodbye Facebook.
That time has come, that dreaded moment that comes twice every year. Yes, finals have arrived. As each day passes, more and more students seem to drop off the face of the earth. Social media collapses, Gas stations and 24-hour food marts see swells in sales, and stress level shoot through the roof. Life is now simply a move from notes to outlines to Powerpoints to practice tests. This is a particularly dreaded time for law students. There is so little to find humorous when studying the law that our sense of humor is highly twisted by graduation, but hey! we can still be funny! So in the spirit of loosening up before exams begin, I thought I’d share one of my favorite poems for law students. So without further adieu, I present G. K. Chesterton’s “The Horrible History of Jones.” This is why we study law–to keep it from becoming like this. Sadly we seem to have failed in regards to the abbreviations; they are just this bad. I counted 21 in one of my courses!
Jones had a dog; it had a chain;
Not often worn, not causing pain;
But, as the I. K. L. had passed
Their ‘Unleashed Cousins Act’ at last,
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“She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city” ~ Roman Payne
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