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Learning Life's Lessons: A Cento
Learning Life's Lesson- A Cento
What if lightning strikes me?
What if I get sick and die?
There seems to be no room for variation,
When I have fears that I may cease to be.
Because I could not stop for death,
He kindly stopped for me,
I don't know which to prefer;
I am terrified by this dark thing.
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it
Nothing has more possibilities,
That ends this strange eventful history.
I taught myself to live simply and wisely,
I have no time for idle cares,
That's what's good for the soul,
And better suited to the immortal mind.
If you can dream-
And not make your dreams your master;
Give me your hand
[Let us] walk away into the night,
To liberate us into life.
1, 2- What if, Shel Silverstein
3- Night Club, Billy Collins
4- When I have fears that I may cease to be, Jon Keats
5, 6- Because I could not stop for death, Emily Dickinson
7- Thirteen ways to look at blackbird, Wallace Stevens
8- Elm, Ruth Fainlight
9, 10- Brown Penny, William Butler Yeats
11- Picture Puzzle Piece, Shel Silverstein
12- All the World's a Stage, William Shakespeare
13- I Taught Myself To Live Simply, Anna Akhmatova
14- Romance, Edgar Allan Poe
15- And The Moon And The Starts And The World, Charles Bukowski
16- To the Lady on the Death of Her Husband, Phillis Wheatley
17, 18- IF, Rudyard Kippling
19- A Conceit, Maya Angelou
20- I Birthday Peom, Ted Kooser
21- Touched by An Angel, Maya Angelou
The warm summer breeze gently combs the grassy fields,
Standing them upright and at attention.
The shallow roads simmer silently,
Stunned by the sun's shining solar rays.
The telephone poles stand in line
Ready to fall like dominoes.
Barreling through the horizon,
Clouds cascading down from the sky cover the calm landscape.
Unaware of the chaos dancing in the distance,
The sun is blindfolded, Left in darkness
To the blackened shadows that will soon cover this realm.
The uncontrollable madness consumes the perimeter of this image,
Foreshadowing an inevitable end.
One might wish to stay here, in the peaceful pastures,
But this slumber does not beckon, eternal peace.
The disaster reveals itself to be the dark abyss
That signals the end of a retreat, an escape, a sanctuary,
The beginning of a new day.
we were like stars
we were like stars
drifting further and further apart
and the constellation we once formed
was becoming indistinguishable
from the others in the night sky
maybe we were never decipherable
in the first place
and illusion haunted me
long after night sky faded to dawn
perhaps, we all along,
existed in places where
we could never see eye to eye
i was always the moon
at times, trying to come
into your evening sky
but you as the sun
never came into mine
I am not a butterfly for you to catch in a ragged net
But I fly.
I am not a firefly for you to trap in a jam jar
But I glow.
I am unable to be tamed,
no more a beast than you.
I choose where I will be.
And that is not
shoved into a mason jar
or an old shoe box,
No matter how many
Holes you poke
In the lid.