\nPoem #1052<\/a> by Emily Dickinson reads:
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\nI never saw a Moor\u2013
\nI never saw the Sea\u2013
\nYet know I how the Heather looks
\nAnd what a Billow be.
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\nI never spoke with God
\nNor visited in Heaven\u2013
\nYet certain am I of the spot
\nAs if the Checks were given\u2013<\/p>\n
Very good, but I would improve it:
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\nI never saw a moor\u2013
\nI never saw the Sea\u2013
\nYet I know how the Heather looks
\nAnd what a Billow be.
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\nI never spoke with God
\nNor visited in Heaven\u2013
\nYet certain am I of the spot
\nAs if the Chart were given\u2013<\/p>\n
I think there’s room for a masculine version too, but I’ll have to put that aside for now. <\/p>\n
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I remember my freshman roommate Barry Himmelstein saying he thought the secret to getting poems published in magazines like Poetry<\/em> was to keep submitting over and over. Eventually, an editor would look at your submission and say, “Hey I’ve heard of this guy Himmelstein somewhere. He must be good.” I don’t know if that strategy works or not. Maybe they’ll read my limerick, and the lingering memory some day will help me get published. <\/p>\n ##################################################<\/p>\n
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\n It’s a Jungle Out There<\/strong><\/a> by Randy Newman
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\nIt’s a jungle out there
\nDisorder and confusion everywhere
\nNo one seems to care
\nWell I do
\nHey, who’s in charge here?
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\nIt’s a jungle out there
\nPoison in the very air we breathe
\nDo you know what’s in the water that you drink?
\nWell I do, and it’s amazing
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\nPeople think I’m crazy, ’cause I worry all the time
\nIf you paid attention, you’d be worried too
\nYou better pay attention
\nOr this world we love so much might just kill you
\nI could be wrong now, but I don’t think so
\n
\n‘Cause there’s a jungle out there
\nIt’s a jungle out there<\/p>\n
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\nFrom Wikipedia<\/em>‘s Balliol Rhyme<\/a>:
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\nFirst come I. My name is Jowett
\nThere’s no knowledge but I know it.
\nI am Master of this College,
\nWhat I don’t know isn’t knowledge.
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\nMy name is George Nathaniel Curzon,
\nI am a most superior person.
\nMy face is pink, my hair is sleek,
\nI dine at Blenheim once a week.
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\nI am tall and rather stately
\nAnd I care not very greatly
\nWhat you say, or what you do.
\nI’m Mackail \u2013 and who are you? <\/p>\n
\nOur paper was under review,
\nReports were 6 months past due.
\nAt last they\u2019ve got here—
\nWe started to cheer,
\nUntil we read referee two.
\n……………………. Arthur Lewbel<\/em><\/p>\n
\n
\nHow do you spell mnemonic?
\nIt’s practically demonic.
\nYou put an M before the N;
\nAnd then it’s just phenomic!
\n……………………………..Eric Rasmusen<\/em><\/p>\n
\nSeptember Pause, October Return<\/a>
\nBY THE EDITORS<\/p>\n
\nOn Submitting My Limerick to Poetry<\/em> Magazine<\/strong>
\nSo many odd things have menaced me.
\nIf I send this to them– now let me see–
\nThey admit they\u2019ve despised
\nThe marginalized
\nCan I get past their rich white supremacy?
\n……………………………..Eric Rasmusen<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHelp me now to sleep tonight
\nTill the sun’s new morning light.
\nHelp me then to do what’s right.
\nJust what’s pleasing in Your sight.
\n……………………………..Eric Rasmusen<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI will not testify on a boat,
\nI will not testify with a goat.
\nI will not testify,
\nHere nor there.
\nI will not testify anywhere.
\nI will not testify first. Or last.
\nI will not testify slow or fast.
\nThere’s nothing more for me to say.
\nI can’t remember, anyway.
\n………Dr.Seuss-Ford
\n ………………………. Dr. Carol M. Swain<\/em>
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