Your favorite poem and why?

Question: Your favorite poem and why!?
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In English it will be Half Caste by John Agard, because it is very powerful:

Excuse me
standing on one leg
I’m half-caste!.

Explain yuself
wha yu mean
when yu say half-caste
yu mean when Picasso
mix red an green
is a half-caste canvas!?
explain yuself
wha yu mean
when yu say half-caste
yu mean when light an shadow
mix in de sky
is a half-caste weather!?
well in dat case
england weather
nearly always half-caste
in fact some o dem cloud
half-caste till dem overcast
so spiteful dem don’t want de sun pass
ah rass!?
explain yuself
wha yu mean
when yu say half-caste
yu mean tchaikovsky
sit down at dah piano
an mix a black key
wid a white key
is a half-caste symphony!?

Explain yuself
wha yu mean
Ah listening to yu wid de keen
half of mih ear
Ah looking at yu wid de keen
half of mih eye
an when I’m introduced to yu
I’m sure you’ll understand
why I offer yu half-a-hand
an when I sleep at night
I close half-a-eye
consequently when I dream
I dream half-a-dream
an when moon begin to glow
I half-caste human being
cast half-a-shadow
but yu must come back tomorrow
wid de whole of yu eye
an de whole of yu ear
an de whole of yu mind!.

an I will tell yu
de other half
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My favorite, probably as it depends on what I feel like reading at a particular moment, but probably is Howl by Allen Ginsberg!. Although I was not born when it was first written on published I can imagine the outrage it must have caused in the ultra conservative 1950s!. It is still shocking today to some folks I am sure!. But mostly, the sheer power of the imagery and language is made of the stuff that gives poetry its most intense power!. If you have not read it check it out! Www@QuestionHome@Com

Elizabeth Bishop's "One Art" is my favorite poem!. It's a villanelle she wrote after the suicide of her lover!. It's all about loss and it treats it very casually until the turn in the end that could make anyone's heart break!. I've dealt with a lot of loss over the years and seeing the idea illustrated so masterfully is beautiful!.

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster!.

Lose something every day!. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent!.
The art of losing isn't hard to master!.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel!. None of these will bring disaster!.

I lost my mother's watch!. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went!.
The art of losing isn't hard to master!.

I lost two cities, lovely ones!. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent!.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster!.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied!. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster!.

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many by hello canada and if by rudyard kipling want to read wait

Roses

Hello friends its roses again,
Roses all the way,
Only will roses ever stay,
Upon your coat button and as flowers
In a vase and ‘Roses’ as a name for you
And then someone will say,
Roses are red
Violets are blue,
Call a rose by any other name
Still I t’ all be true!.

Roses will remain the way they are,
Their smell travels very far,
From London to Australia
Or the bottom of the sea,
Here Jack Dawson was said to be born free!.

Had there been no Titanic there would
Have been no’ Rose’,
also no ‘Hello Canada’, to compose,
Yes my friend would have to say
‘’Why do I have to wear clothes’’ today!.

Another of my fans ‘Hassan’ would have no romance,
Without a Rose,’ Hello Canada’, would have no stance!.
Kroshta, or Cleopatra yes, Greek woman,
Any other person, American may be Roman,
Nor Solitaire would have been,

For roses sure are red and violets are still blue,
My love for Canada is, as much it is for you!.
Roses will sell the way they usually do!.
Hopefully you all will display
When’ Hello’ does go,
‘’Gone with the Wind ’’, He hopes so,
And does every remind,
Sweet memories of roses
He would leave behind!.

Roses are red and always will be
Beautiful flowers for you and me,
Let heavens strip dead,
But roses will always, always be red!.
SUMMARY HELLO CANADA

THESE ARE THE FINAL ONES

WHAT IS LOVE
Love is the nectar we all want,
And hold it in our hands like a cup,
How we wish it not to let it go,
As love is the only possession one does show!. !.

And hopes to nurse it for all times
Yet we hanker for more and do not share
What is love is love divine!.
We always think of those times we wanted,
But our love was always daunted,
Hoping that some one will come our way
And upon us his whole beings love spray!.

We still hope some day love will come our way
And lead us from the threshold of sadness
To a zone of timeless happiness;
And it will then only we will know
How love does blossom and glow!.

WHERE IS MY LOVE
Last time we met it was perhaps our last!.
Then it was up in our minds to forget the past!.
My instinct tells me you are now in another’s arms!.
But I know it is for just a while no more,
for when your lips turn dry you know
you will thirst for more, yes I mean more!.
Only then you will know that you want

WHERE IS MY LOVE
All around me I find deathly silence,
It at times is so killing and does me silence!.
Then suddenly I look around and become mad,
Where my dear where have you, it makes me sad!.

Often I ask where I should go in search,
As my loved one has left me in the lurch,
I suddenly wonder if I shall recover,
Before she comes and my solitariness discover!.
The when I think I've found my peace,
I realise none can my love fleece!.

Where, just let me know where love has gone,
And left me all alone this fine morn,
Tell me where I can go, look discover,
And find my dearest one recover!.

Have I really found my love, if so where,
Do I have to look for you in despair!?
Heaven knows my love I cannot live without you!.
Can someone tell me what is really love,
This is a common human inquiry,
Tell me love what makes you a living story!.

Some Summers Past
Some summers past, we were standing,
For each others’ better halves waiting,
It was then our eyes did glance,
And their arrival we forgot perchance!.

It was then your eyes met mine again,
Yes it was some summers past,
We smiled and blushed
At each others arms we thrust!.
It was as if a moment God sent,
It was our summer at the end!.

That day we still remember till today,
When we met that summers' day,
Ever since we have been two souls
Yet only in one, since that summer,
Yes it was the summer of our lives,
A long remembered association,
At last we built upon a union!.

Still today you know, we remember that day,
When we met for a long life’s stay,
Yes my sweetheart it was the summer

It was the best of life’s summers,
If we both can say
It was over a few decades ago,
But for us it is still as if
It was just yesterday!.
Yes many summers have passed away!.
!.
KISS ME MISS
Miss, Miss, do give me a kiss,
Kiss, kiss, I do not want to miss
Sis, where is your sis, I’ll give her a kiss

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I like poems with a luscious use of language and imagery, so Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town and Kubla Khan are enjoyable!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

You know wa!?
Ima gangsta
But you knew that
Cuz im holdin my gat
Abt to pop a cap
in yo flap
so quit yo whinin
or you aint gunna be dinin
with nobody 2nite
LOL!.!.just made it up now :S
10 pts thanks
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God is great, god is good, let us thank him for our food!. By His hand we are fed, if we weren't we'd all be dead!. Amen!.

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