Thursday, April 30, 2009

Poem in my Pocket Day

Today was Poem in my Pocket Day at the elementary school.
Mark picked out a poem immediately that he wanted to carry around, but CJ was reticent until I told him a poem that my dad used to tell me.
These are the poems they took in their pockets:
Mark took
Read This Poem by Douglas Florian
If you don't read this poem real soon
I'll make you eat a rotten prune.
And if you stop just halfway through,
I'll pinch you till your face turns blue.
Don't even think to finish here
Or else I'll have to pull your ear.
But if you read it to the end,
I promise that I'll be your friend.
.
CJ took
Fleas
Adam
had'em
.
I'm not sure, but that one might be by Mark Twain.
If it had been me I might have taken a good Shel Silverstein.
Do you have a favorite poem?

6 comments:

Lydia said...

one from my childhood is

I eat my peas with honey, I've done it all my life. It makes the peas taste funny but it keeps them on my knife.

Chuck and Nancy said...

This is one I memorized in school at some point:

Maternity- by Robert Service
There once was a Square,
such a square little Square,
And he loved a trim Triangle;
But she was a flirt
and around her skirt
Vainly she made him dangle.
Oh he wanted to wed
and he had no dread
Of domestic woes and wrangles;
For he thought that his fate was to procreate
Cute little Squares and Triangles.

Now it happened one day on that geometric way
There swaggered a big bold cube,
With a haughty stare and he made that Square
Have the air of a perfect boob;
To his solid spell the Triangle fell,
And she thrilled with love's sweet sickness,
For she took delight in the breadth and height--
But how she adored his thickness!

So that poor little Square just died of despair,
For his love he could not strangle
While the bold Cube led to the bridal bed
That cute and acute Triangle.
The Square's sad lot
she has long forgot,
And his passionate pretensions . .
For she dotes on her kids --
Oh such cute Pyramids
In a world of three dimensions.

-Carrie

Mike Hugo said...

Here's my favorite

Beans, beans, the magical fruit.
The more you eat, the more you toot.
The more you toot, the better you feel.
So let's eat beans for every meal!

lekiM

Mike Hugo said...

OK, OK. Before my wife gets mad at me for being in appropriate, here's another one.

At the Crossroads

He stood at the crossroads all alone,
The sunlight in his face;
He had no thought for an evil course,
He was set for a manly race.
But the road stretched east and the
road stretched west,
And he did not know which road
was the best;
So he took the wrong road and it lead
him down,
And he lost the race and the
victor's crown.
He was caught at last in an
angry snare
Because no one stood at the
crossroads there
To show him the better road.
Another day at the self-same place
A boy with high hopes stood;
He, too, was set for a manly race
He was seeking the things that
were good.
And one was there who the roads
did know,
And that one showed him the
way to go;
So he turned away from the road
leading down,
And he won the race and the
victor's crown;
He walks today on the highways fair
Because one stood at the
crossroads there
To show him a better road.
- Sadie Tiller Crawley

lekiM

Victoria said...

Part of an ode by Wordsworth...
(I also love practically anything by Emily Dickinson, although I can only guess what they actually mean...) I also love to write poems.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But He beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature's Priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.

Della Hill said...

I'm really glad that I asked for poems.
These are all wonderful.
The first 3 I also knew when I was younger.
Mike's second one and Vicoria's had a special insight that I really appreciated.
Thank you all.
-Della