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幫我找rhymes Poem~~~~

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  • KW
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    1 十年前
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    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

  • 1 十年前

    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.

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