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Is this the end?Rain is lowering through my soul
The earth is crumbling beneath my feet
My courage has taken it's toll
I am soon under the call of defeat
I feel as if I am slowly fading
All my strength has left me
All this suffering and pain is degrading
Makes me regret as I float towards the sea
Is this now the end
The conclusion of the last chapter
Unable to try to amend
Or turn and face my captor
No, I can't let it end now
I must cross this bridge
No matter what, I will not bow
In order to get to my fridge.
The youth and the one legged knightMany are the stories told
by the hearth side on cold nights,
of the knights of this fine land
and their bravery and valiant fights.
But one such tale above the rest
will shock you to your core,
for one knight lost his leg one day
while hunting for a boar.
Now he was strong and he was feared
despite his peculiar condition,
And this confused one brash youth
who questioned the knights position.
So the youth came forth one fateful day
a challenge for to set
And he inquired of this one legged knight
why he'd not retired yet.
The knight did laugh, so deep and loud
at the simple inquisition.
Then he spake in a voice quite low
"I'll tell ye' if ye' listen"
And so the youth did thus agree
But the answer from the one legged knight
did anger and astound.
"You see, skill is not lost easily,
and I am still the best.
It seems that you doubt my ability.
Shall we put this to the test?"
Astounded by the proposition,
and feeling pity for the fool,
The youth said "It seems you've
Android-princess' dreamsI found this little alien —
Infused with thoughts ‘neath automation,
Though free of oughts of toyland nation…
Her wish is to be clothed in life
Of animation without strife,
Of painless sensitive traverse
With fellow humans of discourse,
With carbon units made to love
Appearance, function, purpose-glove…
— Silver Rajah of Sophiastan
The Priory School: Dr. Thorneycroft HuxtableA/N: …we stared in silent amazement at this ponderous piece of wreckage, which told of some sudden and fatal storm far out on the ocean of life.
Dr. Thorneycroft Huxtable:
For him the ocean of life looks trouble.
Holmes and Watson weren’t expecting flotsam
But on their bearskin they’ve got some.
A Day in the Life with PhysicsWhen I got up, I started to frown,
As gravity was really getting me down.
I needed some energy, which meant a Milk Chocolate Square,
And listened to a Rolling Stones album, which is gathering momentum, I’m aware.
I went to the library, for an electricity book,
And the attendant said I could have a look,
But Watt they had was not current,
But could shed some light on the subject.
Next, I had fission chips for lunch,
At “The Nuclear Café”.
“Don’t get too excited or you’ll get into a state”,
I heard someone say.
As I was walking along,
From a roof fell a cat.
It had lost its Mu,
From where it had sat.
Next stop, the club “Absolute Zero”,
Which was so very cool.
As a physicist, I do everything energetically,
So I may look like a fool.
A card saying “Problems with moles?”
Was given to me,
It said to call Avogadro
Mum was noisily using the hoover,
When I got home.
Strange, as sound
Can’t travel through
A silly rhyme of Tyroleans and beerTyroleans like beer
They drink it all the time.
So just for them
I write this little rhyme
They don't actually eat meals
it's just snacks to their beer.
That's actually all they drink,
every day of every year.
Why do they love it so much?
Well, they have awesome beer.
It tastes like liquid heaven,
therefore it quickly disappear.
Without any doubt,
they are the kings of beer.
So hail the Tyroleans,
grab a beer and cheer!
I wonder what I should write about,
For this literature project of mine.
I would start at it, but nothing comes to mind.
I seem to be in the middle of a creative drought.
So I am just sitting here, staring with a pout.
I really should get going on it, instead of just whine,
About the poetry paper that has been assigned.
I would really rather go with my friends to hang out.
I excel at procrastinating, though its something that I hate,
All of a sudden I feel that Im so very, very behind.
I wish I could come up with something just a little more refined.
I dont even want to know the score this poem will rate.
Well heres my philosophy, which everyone must know
That when it comes to poetry, anything should go!
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