solosater

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Funeral Blues


Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden

Qsilv

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The Arrow and the Song
---Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

solosater

Beautiful Qsilv, both the drawing and the poem.

Midnightpoet, that is so cute, this was also new to me.

And Lynn, what a great idea to do all eight and so well too.

This is a great challenge all around.

Qsilv

http://www.thinkdraw.com/picture.php?pictureId=42213

Little Boy Blue
---by Eugene Field (1850-1895)

The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket moulds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.

"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
"And don't you make any noise!"
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
He dreamt of the pretty toys;
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue---
Oh! the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true!

Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place---
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face;
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.

solosater

I've heard of "Little Boy Blue" but this was new to me, sad yes? Did he die or just move on?

Qsilv

When I was little my grandmother let me think he'd just grown up and forgotten his toys... but that made me sad too!

The line about being awakened by an angel's song suggests he never could get back to them.

Field wrote mostly for and about children, and he and his wife had eight... lost three at very early ages.

The only poem of his that's recognized by people today is "Wynken, Blynken and Nod".

...well, and maaaaaybe "The Duel" between the calico cat and the gingham dog. ;>

I'm enjoying this ...but... I have to say, I really can't get the softness I'd like from the faces palette.

Robindcr8l

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Ladybug! Ladybug!
Fly away home.
Your house is on fire.
And your children all gone.

All except one,
And that's little Ann,
For she crept under
The frying pan.

Robindcr8l

http://www.thinkdraw.com/picture.php?pictureId=42256

The June Bug In The Butter

There's a June Bug in the butter
In dim light we saw him slide.
The hot July Kansas evening
With the kerosene lamp beside,
Dad picked up the butter dish
And quickly slipped outside.
Relieved I was when he returned
For he was grinning wide.
No June Bug and no butter,
He was completely satisfied.

__Joyce Roberts Lott

Robindcr8l

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Bumble Bee

Today I saw a bumblebee.
He was on a pretty rose.
When I leaned in to look at him,
he stung me on my nose!

I wasn’t gonna squish him,
only watch and see …
but I’ll never get THAT close again
to a grouchy grumble-bee.

Login

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Little boy blue, come blow up your horn. The sheep are in the meadow, the cow is in the corn. Where is the boy who looks after the sheep? He's under the haystack, fast asleep.

Robindcr8l

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The Ant by Ogden Nash

The ant has made himself illustrious
Through constant industry industrious.
So What?
Would you be calm and placid
If you were full of formic acid?

Robindcr8l

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The Termite by Ogden Nash

Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good.
And that is why your cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.

Raych

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Poor old hugh, the walking zoo,
he couldn't sniff, he could chew...

(i can't remember this bit, and the book is in storage!)

There's a lion up my nose,
he often comes and sometimes goes,
late at night i feel him slip
through the hairs upon my lip
goes hunting i suppose....

Raych

something like "went to bed to rest his head, found he'd caught a zoo instead" or sumthing.

it's gonna bug me now! When i move next weekend i will have to look it up!

Raych

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open shut them, open shut them, give a little clap
open shut them, open shut them, lay them in your lap,
creep them, creep them, creep them, creep them,
right up to your chin
open wide your little mouth but..... do not let them in!
shake them shake them shake them shake them
shake them just like this
roll them roll them roll them roll them
blow a little kiss
MWAH!

Robindcr8l

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The Grasshopperby Conrad Aiken

Grasshopper
grasshopper
all day long
we hear your scraping
summer song
like
rusty
fiddles
in
the
grass
as through
the meadow
path
we pass
such funny legs
such funny feet
and how we wonder
what you eat
maybe a single blink of dew
sipped from a clover leaf would do
then high in air
once more you spring
to fall in grass again
and sing.

Robindcr8l

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Busy Beetle

Hey, busy beetle,
Don't roam on my rug!
A rug is no place
For a wandering bug.

Robindcr8l

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The dragonfly's a timid thing,

He's very pretty, too;

His lacy wings are clear as glass

And delicate as dew.

I don't know Don't know (DK, DKed)

"Don't know the trade." A Street expression used whenever one party lacks knowledge of a trade or receives conflicting instructions from the other party. why the dragonfly dragonfly, any insect of the order Odonata, which also includes the damselfly. Members of this order are generally large predatory insects and characteristically have chewing mouthparts and four membranous, net-veined wings; they undergo complete metamorphosis.

Has such a fearful name.

I never saw a dragon

That was nearly half as tame.

I know he's not a dragon, though,

With a dragon's evil eye,

For dragons like to spit out Verb 1. spit out - spit up in an explosive manner
splutter, sputter

cough out, cough up, expectorate, spit up, spit out - discharge (phlegm or sputum) from the lungs and out of the mouth

2. fire

And roar and terrify ter·ri·fy
tr.v. ter·ri·fied, ter·ri·fy·ing, ter·ri·fies
1. To fill with terror; make deeply afraid. See Synonyms at frighten.

2. To menace or threaten; intimidate. .

This graceful creature settles down

To sit upon your hand.

So why it's named a dragonfly,

I'll never understand.

Robindcr8l

well, that copy and paste certainly failed me!

kmkagle

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Guess what I have behind my back
And I will give it to you
Beautiful stars, a sky of blue
They’re behind my back, waiting for you.

The stars are for the many nights I tucked you in
After a day of playing
The sky of blue, for the sunny days
We ran and laughed ‘til we could run no more.

I will always have these special things behind my back
I’ll carry them just for you.
When you see a cloud up in the sky with no stars to be seen
Just ask what I have behind my back.