Their is a poem I am trying to find?
DA NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS IN POLAND 'Twas the night before Christmas in my Polish house I creep down the stairs just as quiet as a mouse. Da rest of my family, they are asleep With visions of mushrooms thru their heads creep. Da work shoes are hung by da chimney with care In hopes that St. Stasz will soon fill them there. While over in the corner is silly to see Kielbasa and cabbages hanging from the tree. Then there's this big bang and the house starts to shudder Some nut lands on da roof and breaks da rain gutter. He starts down da chimney, swears cause it's tight I hide behind beer cases, way out of sight. He lands in the fireplace, scorching his hair On the busted up orange crate burning there. He climbs out - I peak - and get a big look He's just like da picture in my Polish book. He's got vodka glazed eyes and stomach like a bubble A five day beard, there's soot on the stubble. And he's lost all da buttons of his old mackinaw And he wears the biggest tennis shoes I ever saw. This Polish Santa; I know without fear 'Cause he heads for da kitchen and opens a beer. When he finished a six pack, he gave a big smirk Reaches in a potato sack and goes to work. Now under da tree he starts to set Da most beautiful presents a Pollack can get. There's a new mushroom basket and a shovel for brother A bright red bubushka and a pick axe for mother. I must see him leave, so I rushes outside And looks up da roof while in bushes I hide. And what do I see thru da twigs But his old wooden garbage cart pulled by eight pigs. Polish Sants jumps in and gives them all hell "Come on youse pigs, don't just stand there and smell". "On Stella, on Walter, on Stanley, and Joe, And all youse others, whose names I don't know." "Fly over da junk yard and over to da right, Let's visit all peoples before I get tight." Then I hear him say as he flew over me, "I'm the only Pollack that gives things for free."
I'm trying to find a poem on the element Neon?
John Mayer has a song called Neon... Otherwise I would just try Googling it.
I am trying to find a poem please help?
I have some poetry by Ed Lear, I think this might be the one your looking for. I wish you the best with your grandmother. The Pobble who has no toes Had once as many as we; When they said "Some day you may lose them all;" He replied "Fish, fiddle-de-dee!" And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink Lavender water tinged with pink, For she said "The World in general knows There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!" The Pobble who has no toes Swam across the Bristol Channel; But before he set out he wrapped his nose In a piece of scarlet flannel. For his Aunt Jobiska said "No harm Can come to his toes if his nose is warm; And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes Are safe, -- provided he minds his nose!" The Pobble swam fast and well, And when boats or ships came near him, He tinkledy-blinkledy-winkled a bell, So that all the world could hear him. And all the Sailors and Admirals cried, When they saw him nearing the further side - "He has gone to fish for his Aunt Jobiska's Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!" But before he touched the shore, The shore of the Bristol Channel, A sea-green porpoise carried away His wrapper of scarlet flannel. And when he came to observe his feet, Formerly garnished with toes so neat, His face at once became forlorn, On perceiving that all his toes were gone! And nobody ever knew, From that dark day to the present, Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes, In a manner so far from pleasant. Whether the shrimps, or crawfish grey, Or crafty Mermaids stole them away - Nobody knew: and nobody knows How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes! The Pobble who has no toes Was placed in a friendly Bark, And they rowed him back, and carried him up To his Aunt Jobiska's Park. And she made him a feast at his earnest wish Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish, - And she said "It's a fact the whole world knows, That Pobbles are happier without their toes!" -- Edward Lear
Trying to find a poem?
i remember reading this one poem and i remember the name but i can t remember the author and there are so many other poems with the name the title im pretty sure is into the wild and part of it goes like i rarely talk to my brother, i speak to my lawnmower more and i don t even own a lawnmower then there was a part about finding the x about of x s and a part about an oppossum. overall it was a very weird poem. it was the same one used in the nys english regents 2017. any help would be appreciated :)
I am trying to find a poem with the line "I know a place where..."?
The Vagabond I know the pools where the grayling rise, I know the trees where the filberts fall, I know the woods where the red fox lies, The twisted elms where the brown owls call. And I've seldom a shilling to call my own, And there's never a girl I'd marry, I thank the Lord I'm a rolling stone With never a care to carry. I talk to the stars as they come and go On every night from July to June, I'm free of the speech of the winds that blow, And I know what weather will sing what tune. I sow no seed and I pay no rent, And I thank no man for his bounties, But I've a treasure that's never spent, I'm lord of a dozen counties. by John Drinkwater 1882-1937, written in 1913
I am trying to find a poem that begins "Softly, Softly, falls the snow...... I do not know the poet.?
CHRISTMAS NIGHT A Poem By Helen Fielden Softly, softly falls the snow, Merrily ring the bells, Bringing cheer to high and low, How their music swells. Rising in the eastern sky, Shines a star so clear, Promise of the days to be, Carol, carol, joyfully, Christmas-time is here. Bring the ivy and the fir, Bring the box and holly, Christmas comes but once a year, Let us all be jolly. Bitter winds may howl and blow, Pile the good logs higher, Basking in the rosy glow, Dream the dreams of long ago, Round the Christmas fire. Night is falling dark and drear, Snow lies deep and white, Sing the songs of love and cheer, For 'tis Christmas night. Childish hearts are full of glee, Hear the voices clear! Dancing round the sparkling tree, "Christmas joy for you and me, Happy, Bright New Year!"
Poems...I'm trying to find a poem about three lame ducks in a backyard while wild geese are flying over..help!
it was a poem i read in high school, yes, twenty years ago. i have tried unsuccessfully to find it on the web. thought i would give this format a try. if any of you know any poetry buffs, maybe someone knows. i can't be the only one who read it. it's like a song i can't get out of my head, you know? the basic premise is the ducks are lame, just laying around getting old, and the wild geese are flying free in the sky. not sure why i picked it to read in hs, but it sure fits my life now...anyway...thanks for any help!
How do you find the theme of a poem?
Read the poem first, slowly. Poetry is meant to be heard so read it aloud. Reading through a poem quickly to find the meaning is the worst method of analysis.Identify who the speaker is. Sometimes the poet is the speaker, sometimes the narrator is not the poet. Robert Frost used characters in his poems to speak and the characters, along with his descriptions of nature added metaphorical meanings that were complex.3. Determine the SubjectsRead through the poem and notice your first reaction. What seems to be the primary subject matter of the poem? What types of scenes does it depict, and what actions, events or emotions are discussed? Make note of every individual scene or description.4. Poems often contain imagery, which refers to concrete descriptions. Metaphor and simile, which refer to comparisons, are also common and are often used in conjunction with imagery. Both of these elements can help you to understand the meaning of the poem. For example, a poem that includes imagery of dying or decaying fruit versus a poem full of imagery of ripe, healthy fruit might indicate a theme of death and dying rather than a theme of life and happiness. In addition, in terms of metaphor and simile, a relationship compared to a freshly picked apple is very different from a relationship compared to a cut of bloody meat! Pay careful attention to what the author chooses to compare and the imagery used throughout the poem.Poetry doesn't always have one identifiable theme. Poetry is about sharing an experience and so there may be many themes presented through the imagery of the poem itself. Most teachers are satisfied if you can find a single theme but keep in mind that one single theme does not prove that that's the only meaning of the poem. Dig through the poem line by line and unpack the metaphors. Pay attention to the scenes you see in your head and how the poem makes you feel. That's reading between the lines where you find your own meaning.
Trying to find a WW2 Poem about a bomber returning from a sortie?
I remember the following words " the darkened mess was silent, nothing stirred and the sounds that drifted in were muffled, blurred. I have been trying to find this poem for ages it was a prescribed poem in a South African School during the 60's.
I'm trying to find a poem I read years ago. It contained lines about how our lives depend on strangers we'll never meet, such as radio operators helping ships or planes to navigate. Does anyone know it?
Probably not the one you're thinking of, but I saw this poem on a monument to the men who had died building a dam in New Brunswick and found it very affecting.The Sons of MarthaIt is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the shock.It is their care that the gear engages; it is their care that the switches lock.It is their care that the wheels run truly; it is their care to embark and entrain,Tally, transport, and deliver duly the Sons of Mary by land and main.Years later I encountered the poem again when I took part in the ritual of the calling of an engineer.