Haiku An icicle falls, Crashing through a frozen pond. A watery grave.

Budding leaves of green, Sway softly in a light breeze; My cat is still dead. Sleeping so softly, He does not see tomorrow: A tear-stained morning. Didn't read the book. This test is impossible. Curse you Letterman. Thirty cloaked in black. Curious, a young girl asks: “Why does mommy cry?” Limericks There once was a young man named Ted Who wanted to find a new head. But try as he might He could not end his plight: With no head our young Ted was quite dead. There once was a man named Defoe Whose stress was beginning to show. With a groan and a sigh, He would curl up and cry; The madhouse is where he'll soon go. Young Alice it seems was quite sad, To part from a Hatter so mad, For in Wonderland, You must understand, There is much more fun to be had.

Rough Work (Sonnet)

(a) I dreamed a dream of misery and pain (b) Where all that I could see was dark and gloom (b) Within a world that had long since been doomed (a) I stood amidst the lighting, thund'r and rain (a) ashen plains (b) bloody moon (b) tomb (a) [sun/rain/life] come again (c) War (d) Pestilence (e) Famine (d) Death (c) – Life is the nightmare (e) – Death the awakening I dreamed a dream of misery and pain, Where all that I could see was dark and gloom. Within a world that had long since been doomed; Horizons bathed in lightning, thund'r and rain. Alone, I [crept] across the ashen plains, Lit only by the harsh and bloody moon. I crept along this path towards my tomb, And prayed that soon the sun would rise again. But war had scorched the ground and burnt the skies, While famine caused the stock to waste away. Then pest'lence spread like [ethereal smoke]: Sweet death, the last release for which I prayed. I came upon the tomb, and closed my eyes; I lay down in my grave, and I awoke.

Death's Awakening (Sonnet) I dreamed a dream of misery and pain, Where all that I could see was dark and gloom. Within a world that had long since been doomed;

Horizons bathed in lightning, thund'r and rain. Alone, I traveled 'cross the ashen plains, Lit only by the harsh and bloody moon. I crept along this path towards my tomb, And prayed that soon the sun would rise again. But war had scorched the ground and burnt the skies, While famine caused the stock to waste away. Then pest'lence spread like ethereal smoke: Sweet death, the last release for which I prayed. I came upon the tomb, and closed my eyes; I lay down in my grave, and I awoke.

That Damned Raven (Imitation) based on Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven Whilst I gaze out through broken glass, I ponder how it came to pass That came a creature quite so crass to perch above my door. Now wonder I what one must do; how can I rid myself of you? I want you gone! Now get! Now shoo! Off from my chamber door!

Get thee gone! Away! Away! Fly from my chamber door! Quoth the Raven: “Nevermore.” My kind demands you've clearly shirked, you face me with that vile smirk; Now listen here, you little jerk: your presence I abhor! Don't dare attempt to build your nest upon the bust of Pallas' crest! Now look! You've gone and made a mess upon my chamber floor! Will you please desist from messing on my chamber floor! Quoth the Raven: “Nevermore.” My patience far too long abused, I took the rifle that was used To end the life of my sweet muse; to end my sweet Lenore. I took aim at the beast accursed. It tried to flee; I fired first. The Raven in an instant burst; a spray of plume and gore. Now the bust of Pallas sits soaked red with Raven's gore. That damned raven will speak Nevermore.

Free Verse My thoughts run forth and back, like the tick tock of a clock I think I'm deeply in

san antonio texas there is a cat with a bright purple coat and a stain on his hat -chet! Bloody stains; I did not mean to kill the man a tea time for two twixt the tattered trees take a teaspoon or ten till timothy twitches still on the cold cement, waiting for the sirens to take me home.

based on an untitled work by Tim Burton the boy looks upon the wall terrified the Spectre there His shadow; but not his, no dark, and terrifying It looms over him jaws wide, teeth bared ready to pounce

to strike to consume him he wishes to escape, but the walls hold Him in there is nowhere to run where He cannot catch him there is nowhere to hide where He cannot find him so he sits, and he waits for he knows: he cannot escape from Himself

based on Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland Ah! So nice of you to stop by! You're just in time for tea. Isn't this such a strange place, what with the red queen whose numbered militia help improve her croquet abilities (which are, in reality, quite atrocious), and the giant blue caterpillar (an interesting fellow to talk to, that one). As you can imagine, we get some of the strangest guests;

why, just the other day (more tea?) a girl stopped by, and she was at least as tall as a tree! (i'll swear to that!) hush, you. anyway she said she had chased the white rabbit down the hole (always in a rush that one), and was led here by the cheshire cat (i know him, a good fellow, though not quite right in the head if you ask me) then suddenly she shrank to the size of a flea and was off again she didnt even stay for a second cup ive never known a guest so rude in my... Hello...? Where have you gone...? Where am I...? What is this strange room...? Hmm... Can it be true...? Am I really... ...Mad as a Hatter?

Question Poems Is a drought when God is too joyful to cry, or when He has wept for so long that the tears won't come anymore? Why do we feel uncomfortable in cemeteries, yet build our homes from a thousand tree-corpses? Is the grave the most comfortable bed there is, considering no one has ever woken from a dirt nap?

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