幫我找rhymes Poem~~~~

No Christmas Tree Where It Should Be

(1951/UK)








A Christmas tree! A Christmas tree!
With dark green needled memories
Of childhood dreams and mysteries
Wrapped present-like in front of me.

A Christmas tree! A Christmas tree!
I glimpse a past wherein i see
The child that then grew into me
Not forward fast but haltingly.

A Christmas tree! A Christmas tree!
A time for being with family
A time that's gone so fleetingly
Yet lives for always deep in me.

A Christmas tree! A Christmas tree!
When twelfth night comes whole hauntingly
One lingered look and then i see
No Christmas tree where it would be.

A Christmas tree! A Christmas tree!
With feelings now felt tearfully
No home, no kids surrounding me
No corner in my house to see
The magic of that Christmas tree.

David Keig
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The New Inner-City Slave Plantation








The now-a-day slave or labor force
The ruling-class determines the course
The political master’s pastor contorts
Politics and policy aborts

The new inner city slave-plantation
Human and civil rights violation with extreme taxation

Work like a blind jackass
Support and finance the ruling class
Being bi-partisan-just a mask
Cultured career criminals civilizing crass

The new inner city slave-plantation
Human and civil rights violation with extreme taxation

The political engineers of The Greater Good own
The inner city war-zone
The psychotropic drug sets the tone
Slavery as the new world order is the throne

The new inner city slave-plantation
Human and civil rights violation with extreme taxation

Multi-tasking a labor saving device
Freedom of movement has no right
Monopolized government enslaved all might
The inner city slave- plantation private and prime
Real estate blight

The new inner city slave-plantation
Human and civil rights violation with extreme taxation

The thirteenth amendment of the constitution
On the inner city slave-plantation no social, no economical,
No educational, no political absolution

On the inner city slave-plantation, indentured servants,
Chattel slaves, still considered Black Gold
By the God Fearing slave codes used to control

The new inner city slave-plantation
Human and civil rights violation with extreme taxation

On the new inner city slave-plantation
The American Flag can not wave
Even Democracy is revered as a Black Slave

Josephine DixonBanks

The crazy thing about English language
Let's face it. English is a stupid language.
There is no egg in the eggplant,
No ham in the hamburger,
And neighter pine nor apple in the pinapple.
English muffins were not invented in England,
French fries were not invented in France,
We sometimes take English for granted,
But if we examine its paradoxes we find that
Quicksand rakes you down slowly,
Boxing rings are square,
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is is a pig.
If writers write, how come fingers don't find?
If the plural noun of tooth is teeth,
Shouldn't th eplural of phone booth be phone beeth?
If the teacher taught,
Why didn't a preacher praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables,
What the heck does a humanitarian eat?!
Why do people recite at a play.
Yet play at a recital?
Park on driveways and Drive on parways,
How can the weather be so hot on one day,
And so cold on another?
You have to marvel at the unique lunancy
Of a language where a house can burn up as it burns down,
And in which you fill in a form by filling it out,
And a bell is only heard once it goes!
English was invented by people not computers.
And it reflects the creativity of the human race,
(which of course isn't a race at all)
That is why when the starts are out they are visible,
But when the lights are out they are invisible.
And why is that when I wind up my watch it starts,
But when I wind up this poem it ends.