The Cherry Tree: Mystery

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Mystery

Mystery, Mystery, Mystery....

Can 3 words be a poem? I certainly think so! I am sure there are many people out there who would debat this statment, but frankly it doesn't matter. To me poetry is string of words... or word that when read a picture or a story can be formed in ones mind.

When I think of Mystery, Mystery, Mystery ...

I see a s slueth in an old school khaki tranch, he is holding a flashlight and a magnifying glass. He creeps stealthly down a winding alleyway in search of the truth! Oh and did I mention that my slueth is also a mouse and he is looking for a lost bit of cheese... swiss to be precise!

Poetry can be anything that lets your imagination run wild! What does Mystery say to you?

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The Hand Crafted CottageNovember 16, 2009 at 1:16 PM
I wish I could give you a thumbs up for this posting. So, because I can't, I am send you one telepathically.
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I Carry Your Heart By: E E Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars a part
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

The Pig By: Roald Dahl

In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn't puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, "By gum, I've got the answer!"
"They want my bacon slice by slice
"To sell at a tremendous price!
"They want my tender juicy chops
"To put in all the butcher's shops!
"They want my pork to make a roast
"And that's the part'll cost the most!
"They want my sausages in strings!
"They even want my chitterlings!
"The butcher's shop! The carving knife!
"That is the reason for my life!"
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great piece of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let's not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
"I had a fairly powerful hunch
"That he might have me for his lunch.
"And so, because I feared the worst,
"I thought I'd better eat him first."

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Mystery

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