AN ODE TO POETRY

Man's language in pleasure
The most perfect of speeches
Brings nearer the truth –
Truth seen with passion

Truth united with pleasure
Calls imagination to the help of reason

Caused by intense realization,
Life explores its amazement
The spontaneous overflow of
Powerful feelings – emotions;
Emotions put in measure

Its ingenuity translated
In to language busy about imitation
Life really, is poetry.

RAIN

With the company of thunder and flash
Where the mountains agree with the clouds
Lo in the land ‘the bard sang about'
Downpour unannounced, cold uncontrolled
Sweaters, jackets, turtlenecks and cardigans
Pandemonium, stillborn lakes and droning roofs
What is it that pelts on roses?

Dust, fog and sand all of blessed memories
And baptism wholly accomplished
For old things did pass away
As the third of these poured down
Storm, haze and rain
Baptizing and springing to life, new converts
Heartily welcomed to this sinful world.
But it sounds silly that it's just raining

MUCH ADO ABOUT SOMETHING

Done to death by slanderous tongues
Was the hero that here lies dead
In dungeon of their rights
Gives him fame which never dies
Such was the death that died with shame.