Sunday, November 16, 2008

Poems

Haiku

 Spiked onto the floor

Dug and recovered quickly

Soars over the net

 Acrostic

Boisterously bouncing of players

Actively passed and set

Loudly spiked across the court

Leading each play 


Messy Room by Shel Silverstein

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! 

His underwear is hanging on the lamp.

His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,

And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.

His workbook is wedged in the window,

His sweater's been thrown on the floor.

His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,

And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.

His books are all jammed in the closet,

His vest has been left in the hall.

A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,

And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!

Donald or Robert or Willie or--

Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,

I knew it looked familiar!


The Great Way

By: The Wu Men

The Great Way has no gate;

there are a thousand paths to it.

If you pass through the barrier,

you walk the universe alone.

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