Geez RFlagg you ask the hardest questions! However, I have an answer! (I'm quite proud of this!) Mine are: -Havisham- Carol Anne Duffy -We remember your childhood well- also Carol Anne Duffy -Before you were mine- Carol Anne Duffy again! I do love her poetry

All poems by Dharma Faith Joy Father’s Day I love my father very much Although it’s hard to show I love my father very much But does he really know? It true sometimes we fuss and fight We’ve both given and received much strife But I love my father very much I hope he really knows He’s given me many great gifts A love of learning Encouragement to finish school The confidence to soar down highways And the biggest thing of all He believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself. I love my father very much This is my gift so he really knows Growth Streching, pulling, molding Oh so tired and weary Why does growth take so long Childhood Memories I remember big fluffy towels after a warm bath. I remember dandelion fields and berry bushes. I remember watching movies while curled up on a warm lap. I remember speeding down the hill in my new sled and making snow slides. I remember secret whispers before bed. But most of all, I remember love. I remember difficult teachers. I remember lonely nights. I remember angry fights. But most of all, I still remember love. I remember helping children and holding babies. I remember watching free movies. I remember driving on bridges so high I thought I could touch the sky. I remember weekends spent with my boyfriend. But most of all, I still remember love. I remember hard times and scary nights. I remember confusion and pain. But most of all, I still remember love. I remember new days with sunshine and rainbows. I remember freedom and joy. I remember new homes to live in. I remember laughing with joy. I remember mended relationships. But most of all, I remember love. Yes Lord, I know that there will always be ups and downs, But let me always remember love.

I am. by John Clare. In the desert. by Stephen Crane. The Orange. by Wendy Cope.

I only can think of the ever famous.... The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

"footsteps in the sand" (only mine is not a dream, more of a nightmare) One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the dark sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one beloning to him and the other to the Lord. When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life. This bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me." The Lord replied "My precious, precious child, I love you and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffereing, when you see only one set of footprints in the sand, it was then that I carried you."

Coda- Dorothy Parker Lady Lazarus - Sylvia Plath Sunlight on the Garden - Louis Macneice

Three poems that describe my life, well the best writer for that would be me! These are all written about different stanges in my life. The first is about my childhood, the second about my health and the final one on life. Eh Ju Kay Shon by Dean Thorpe Always moving Never improving It made me blue I was always new Never fitting in Could never win Felt so left out Life full of doubt Thought I was thick Was always off sick Sick of that place My unfitting face Felt such a fool That was school Trapped in the Summer by Dean Thorpe The time of summer, is coming near Is it a time for joy, or maybe for fear Trapped in my home, every day Never escaping, come what may Sometimes I wish, I could be free But I know, that can never be My mind confused, and full of pain Sometimes those thought, come again My legs are bad, they never work Trying to kill myself, makes me a jerk My wife and daughter, I love so much Its them I hold, to keep me in touch Summer's here again, and here I'll be Hiding behind, where no one can see Second by second by Dean Thorpe As times flowing past, second by second Away to the past, never to return Then a day has gone, All of those seconds Once the time has gone, It does not return Always remember, Enjoy that second When you remember, It will not return Make the most of it, Use that second So try and live it, It can not return

by Rainer Maria Rilke I live my life in growing orbits Which move out over the things of the world. Perhaps I can never achieve the last, But that will be my attempt. I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, And I have been circling for a thousand years, And I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm, Or a great song. Words from a totem animal Distance is where we were but empty of us and ahead of me lying out in the rushes thinking even the nights cannot come back to their hill any time ———— I would rather the wind came from outside from mountains anywhere from the stars from other worlds even as cold as it is this ghost of mine passing through me ———— I know your silence and the repetition like that of a word in the ear of death teaching itself itself that is the sound of my running the plea plea that it makes which you will never hear oh god of beginnings immortal ———— I might have been right not who I am but all right among the walls among the reasons not even waiting not seen but now I am out in my feet and they on their way the old trees jump up again and again strangers there are no names for the rivers for the days for the nights I am who I am oh lord cold as the thoughts of birds and everyone can see me ———— Caught again and held again again I am not a blessing they bring me names that would fit anything they bring them to me they bring me hopes all day I turn making ropes helping ———— My eyes are waiting for me in the dusk they are still closed they have been waiting a long time and I am feeling my way toward them ———— I am going up stream taking to the water from time to time my marks dry off the stones before morning the dark surface strokes the night above its way There are no stars there is no grief I will never arrive I stumble when I remember how it was with one foot one foot still in a name ———— I can turn myself toward the other joys and their lights but not find them I can put my words into the mouths of spirits bt they will not say them I can run all night and win and win ———— Dead leaves crushed grasses fallen limbs the world is full of prayers arrived at from afterwards a voice full of breaking heard from afterwards through all the length of the night ———— I am never all of me unto myself and sometimes I go slowly knowing that a sound one sound is following me from world to world and that I die each time before it reaches me ———— When I stop I am alone at night sometimes it is almost good as though I were almost there sometimes then I see there is in a bush beside me the same question why are you on this way I said I will ask the stars why are you falling and they answered which of us ———— I dreamed I had no nails no hair I had lost one of the senses not sure which the soles peeled from my feet and drifted away clouds It’s all one feet stay mine hold the world lightly ———— Stars even you have been used but not you silence blessing calling me when I am lost ———— Maybe I will come to where I am one and find I have been waiting there as a new year find ths song of the nuthatch ———— Send me out into another life lord because this one is growing faint I do not think it goes all the way Messy Room by Shel Silverstein Whosever room this is should be ashamed! His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair, And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp. His workbook is wedged in the window, His sweater's been thrown on the floor. His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV, And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door. His books are all jammed in the closet, His vest has been left in the hall. A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed, And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall. Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Donald or Robert or Willie or-- Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear, I knew it looked familiar!

"Paradise lost"; "Paradise gained" and the "23rd Psalm"

i can only think of one right now and this is it. Smile © By Nabilah Safa She smiles sweetly to hide her fear to hide the pain that is always near Her stomach aches from being sad She wants to stop feeling so bad She wishes the world were a happier place that way she could put a smile on her face Will no one notice the pain that's inside Can no one see how much she's cried wanting to feel free wanting to be happy tired of pretending there is no misery What will it take for people to know that the smile she shows is actually fake? She has the world fooled thinking she's pleased with how her life's going Can they be so naive But someday soon someone will see and notice that there is no bright moon to light up her misery to fade away pain and make her really smile once again.

An almost impossible question for me! It's like asking me what three meals describe my life, or three pairs of shoes, or three novels, or three films... poems are just an integral part of what I do that I can't relate just three to my life. But if forced, I'd have to go for just one - Wodwo by Ted Hughes. Here's the poem at an anthology site with a little piece I wrote about it... Yes, I am that same "David McKelvie". :) http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1550.html

theres only and i wrote it. lonely love is nowhere in sight. on cold nights sitting on the rooftops no one around to comfort you. every step you take you want to turn and hide. looking ,seeking for that one person to take you away you see hope but its so far away.