<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:26:03.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salem Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'>A weblog for English students</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Salem Poetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993401293117687656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-114304409941639623</id><published>2006-03-22T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T08:25:01.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erik's poems</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik is doing a creative writing Personal Project, and has agreed to have some of his poems published here online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE&lt;br /&gt;Life,&lt;br /&gt;If it was old, it would be unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;If it was young, it would be wanted.&lt;br /&gt;If it was long, it would be looked up on.&lt;br /&gt;If it was short, it would be looked down on.&lt;br /&gt;If life was rich, it would have been cherished.&lt;br /&gt;If life was bold, it would have been selfish.&lt;br /&gt;If life would be defined, it would perish, for that&lt;br /&gt;Life cannot be defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEATH&lt;br /&gt;Death,&lt;br /&gt;Death is relative.&lt;br /&gt;It is natural and it is sure.&lt;br /&gt;If you force it, it is unnatural.&lt;br /&gt;If you want it, you are unnatural.&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t want it , you are unnatural.&lt;br /&gt;Death is not unnatural, it is a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFESAVING&lt;br /&gt;What would it take,&lt;br /&gt;To save someone’s life if yours is at stake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the seconds you have to decide,&lt;br /&gt;If you sacrifice your own, or run and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if those seconds are not given,&lt;br /&gt;Would you think right and chose the one worth liven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you save your own, or save the other?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be different if it were your brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be different if the number was greater?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be different if you could decide much later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your death was definite,&lt;br /&gt;Would you then try to save even the smallest bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a prose poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;If you have reached everything and fulfilled all your goals, look into the mirror and&lt;br /&gt;talk to whom you see. He will show you how he really feels about you and how he really thinks about you. He will trust in what you do and he will tell you if you’ve reached your highest point. So he will be the only thing you can trust, thus he is the only honest thing you will meet. He will be the only one to tell you if you have failed or succeeded, because the only way to succeed will to become friends with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to support our fundraising projects &lt;a href="http://bookwormclub.blogspot.com"&gt;The Bookworm Club&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://harrypotterbookworm.blogspot.com"&gt;The Harry Potter Bookworm Club!&lt;/a&gt; Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-114304409941639623?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/114304409941639623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17802617&amp;postID=114304409941639623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/114304409941639623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/114304409941639623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/2006/03/eriks-poems.html' title='Erik&apos;s poems'/><author><name>Salem Poetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993401293117687656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-114304350563742846</id><published>2006-03-22T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T08:05:05.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry 180</title><content type='html'>Don't forget to check out the &lt;a href="http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180"&gt;Poetry 180&lt;/a&gt; link we were working with in English recently!&lt;br /&gt;Ms Putnam and Ms Krojzl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-114304350563742846?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/114304350563742846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17802617&amp;postID=114304350563742846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/114304350563742846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/114304350563742846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/2006/03/poetry-180.html' title='Poetry 180'/><author><name>Salem Poetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993401293117687656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-112997587643031267</id><published>2005-10-22T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T03:12:53.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online English Learning Journal</title><content type='html'>Checkout the &lt;a href="http://www.crayon.net/read.cgi?clarekrojzl@hotmail.com"&gt;Online English Learning Journal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; for fun, news and cartoons!&lt;br /&gt;CK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-112997587643031267?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112997587643031267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17802617&amp;postID=112997587643031267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112997587643031267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112997587643031267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/online-english-learning-journal.html' title='Online English Learning Journal'/><author><name>Salem Poetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993401293117687656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-112965412677782495</id><published>2005-10-18T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:48:46.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Broken Windmill: A Villanelle</title><content type='html'>The skyline eyesore, awkward, still,&lt;br /&gt;The broken windmill stood alone,&lt;br /&gt;No arms, aloof, no grain to mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city's heart around it, still,&lt;br /&gt;The hectic rush of traffic drone,&lt;br /&gt;All passed it by, or wished it ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armless, voiceless in the shrill&lt;br /&gt;And raging urban tone,&lt;br /&gt;No tilting knight would come to kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coiled and seething dragon, till&lt;br /&gt;One day, with traffic cones and phones, &lt;br /&gt;The workmen came, with bricks and powerdrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started small, it is small still -&lt;br /&gt;Salvation from stagnations's drone,&lt;br /&gt;No arms, no fight, just "Yes, I will".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The windmill turns now, I as well.&lt;br /&gt;I tilted, lance now sharp and honed.&lt;br /&gt;The skyline I saw, awkward still,&lt;br /&gt;My arms aloof know grain to mill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare Krojzl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-112965412677782495?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112965412677782495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17802617&amp;postID=112965412677782495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112965412677782495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112965412677782495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/broken-windmill-villanelle.html' title='The Broken Windmill: A Villanelle'/><author><name>Salem Poetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993401293117687656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-112964971928118493</id><published>2005-10-18T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T08:35:19.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conscious Living, or Life imitates Art</title><content type='html'>Oscar Wilde famously said that life imitates art. What do you think he meant by that? &lt;br /&gt;Click on "Conscious Living" in the right-hand margin for some possible answers!&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-112964971928118493?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112964971928118493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17802617&amp;postID=112964971928118493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112964971928118493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112964971928118493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/conscious-living-or-life-imitates-art.html' title='Conscious Living, or Life imitates Art'/><author><name>Salem Poetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993401293117687656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-112963145937724133</id><published>2005-10-18T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T03:30:59.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Who Heard Music</title><content type='html'>Check out Pete Townshend's blog for some really good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;See link in the margin to The Boy Who Heard Music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-112963145937724133?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112963145937724133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17802617&amp;postID=112963145937724133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112963145937724133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112963145937724133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/boy-who-heard-music.html' title='The Boy Who Heard Music'/><author><name>Salem Poetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993401293117687656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-112956607749830880</id><published>2005-10-17T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:21:17.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out the new links!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Check out the new links: first, see you can now buy digital material online from Amazon.com (see the box link in the margin!) Second, check out the cool Poetry Guy link for some inspirational ideas about poetry! Many thanks to Ms Baker at the Salem College library for drawing our attention to Mr Scheu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-112956607749830880?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112956607749830880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17802617&amp;postID=112956607749830880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112956607749830880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112956607749830880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/check-out-new-links.html' title='Check out the new links!'/><author><name>Salem Poetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993401293117687656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-112939492920597607</id><published>2005-10-15T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:48:49.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beloved Spot by Max and Niki</title><content type='html'>Oh my beloved spot&lt;br /&gt;I had you from summer to spring&lt;br /&gt;You were the only thing I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you were on my butt,&lt;br /&gt;You were a wonderful thing&lt;br /&gt;Oh my beloved spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you've gone I've thought&lt;br /&gt;That there could be a way to bring&lt;br /&gt;Back my beloved spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often we fought&lt;br /&gt;And kept on going&lt;br /&gt;Until you popped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my beloved spot&lt;br /&gt;If anything could bring&lt;br /&gt;You back to my butt&lt;br /&gt;I won't commit suicie on a parking lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-112939492920597607?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112939492920597607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17802617&amp;postID=112939492920597607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112939492920597607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112939492920597607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-beloved-spot-by-max-and-niki.html' title='My Beloved Spot by Max and Niki'/><author><name>Salem Poetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993401293117687656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-112939475392584272</id><published>2005-10-15T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:45:53.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could turn back time by Marilena and Coral</title><content type='html'>I can still remember it like it was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting there in the car&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another stupid fight just like the other day&lt;br /&gt;We hurt each other with unconscious words and cursed&lt;br /&gt;I can't even put my feelings in a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came a car racing in our way&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a crash and you seemed so far&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know I would regret the things I say&lt;br /&gt;In my mind my feelings are still at war&lt;br /&gt;I can't even put my feelings in a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you are gone and I am left to pray&lt;br /&gt;I still feel you are watching me from a bright star&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people understand the importance of things after they lose them one day?&lt;br /&gt;Your loss has left in my heart a deep scar&lt;br /&gt;I can't even put my feelings in a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn back time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-112939475392584272?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-112939448551626194</id><published>2005-10-15T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:41:25.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitler's Regrets by Yvonne and Yasemin</title><content type='html'>I should have gone the other way!&lt;br /&gt;I should have kept the Jews alive,&lt;br /&gt;Now in Hell I will always have to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I just dare say?&lt;br /&gt;What did I do, that made them do this crazy drive?&lt;br /&gt;I should have gone the other way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I think during the day?&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, I heard the devil at my door arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Now in Hell I will always have to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I heard so many Jews who pray,&lt;br /&gt;To kill was just another habit in which I dived,&lt;br /&gt;I should have gone the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I killed them all and went away.&lt;br /&gt;The massacre went on, killing millions, at least five.&lt;br /&gt;Now in Hell I will always have to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret what happened in this display, &lt;br /&gt;I went so crazy that I didn't care about my wife.&lt;br /&gt;I should have gone the other way!&lt;br /&gt;Now in Hell I will always have to stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-112939448551626194?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112939448551626194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17802617&amp;postID=112939448551626194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112939448551626194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112939448551626194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/hitlers-regrets-by-yvonne-and-yasemin.html' title='Hitler&apos;s Regrets by Yvonne and Yasemin'/><author><name>Salem Poetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993401293117687656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-112939417152967059</id><published>2005-10-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:36:11.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Come by Dominik and Juri</title><content type='html'>I lost the gum, when it come&lt;br /&gt;When it come I lost the gum&lt;br /&gt;I lost the gum when it come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In nine months time its baby time&lt;br /&gt;A baby girl has come to life&lt;br /&gt;And then it's party time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a lot of friends because of her pants&lt;br /&gt;The baby grew like a kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;She had a lot of friends, as many as her pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time she grew prettier and prettier&lt;br /&gt;With time we became uglier and uglier&lt;br /&gt;She life became colourful and easier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got money working at Playboy&lt;br /&gt;She became famous working in Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;She became famous and happy like a small boy with a toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come for her guy to lose the gum&lt;br /&gt;And nine months later...&lt;br /&gt;The baby come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-112939417152967059?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-112939384603856441</id><published>2005-10-15T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:30:46.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lesson is Boring by Louisa and Chris</title><content type='html'>The lesson is boring&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;The rain is pouring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poems are soaring&lt;br /&gt;Our heads are falling too deep&lt;br /&gt;The lesson is boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look at the flooring&lt;br /&gt;And are counting the sheep&lt;br /&gt;On the hillside. The rain is pouring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are ignoring&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we need to weep&lt;br /&gt;Because the lesson is boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are storing&lt;br /&gt;The poems in a heap&lt;br /&gt;The rain is pouring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pupils are roaring&lt;br /&gt;And don't want to keep&lt;br /&gt;The lesson so boring&lt;br /&gt;The rain is pouring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-112939384603856441?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112939384603856441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17802617&amp;postID=112939384603856441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112939384603856441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112939384603856441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/lesson-is-boring-by-louisa-and-chris.html' title='The Lesson is Boring by Louisa and Chris'/><author><name>Salem Poetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993401293117687656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-112939362477369225</id><published>2005-10-15T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:27:04.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss of Thoughts  by Nico and Erik</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here with nothing in mind,&lt;br /&gt;No word, no sentence, not even a thought,&lt;br /&gt;My head has something, but hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing, not a word to enlighten the blind,&lt;br /&gt;A shame, if thoughts could be bought...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here with nothing in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I write about football or gossip of any kind?&lt;br /&gt;I can't concentrate, I need my thoughts caught,&lt;br /&gt;My head has something, but hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be difficult, I just need some lines to bind,&lt;br /&gt;My battle with words has hardly been fought,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here with nothing in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't just do nothing, I'm having my words timed&lt;br /&gt;My god, who wants these words a lot,&lt;br /&gt;But... I'm sitting here with nothing in mind,&lt;br /&gt;My head has something, but hard to find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-112939362477369225?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112939362477369225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17802617&amp;postID=112939362477369225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112939362477369225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112939362477369225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/loss-of-thoughts-by-nico-and-erik.html' title='Loss of Thoughts  by Nico and Erik'/><author><name>Salem Poetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993401293117687656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-112939336590129193</id><published>2005-10-15T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:22:45.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Seemed to be Alright   by Clara and Alix</title><content type='html'>Why didn't you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;What was wrong all day and night?&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I have trusted thee?&lt;br /&gt;What wasn't alright?&lt;br /&gt;I should have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember us sitting under the tree?&lt;br /&gt;Should I have noticed what wasn't alright?&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I so blind I couldn't see?&lt;br /&gt;Was I looking from the wrong sight?&lt;br /&gt;I should have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hate you for what you've done,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause deep inside&lt;br /&gt;I should have known,&lt;br /&gt;But it seemed alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-112939336590129193?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112939336590129193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17802617&amp;postID=112939336590129193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112939336590129193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112939336590129193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-seemed-to-be-alright-by-clara-and.html' title='It Seemed to be Alright   by Clara and Alix'/><author><name>Salem Poetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993401293117687656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-112930674208627377</id><published>2005-10-14T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:19:56.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money: a Villanelle by Chang and Alex</title><content type='html'>I lost my money&lt;br /&gt;To those drunken gangs&lt;br /&gt;And it's not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't buy honey&lt;br /&gt;Wandering the night, I cry with pangs,&lt;br /&gt;I lost my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it will be sunny,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't give a dang,&lt;br /&gt;And it's not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a penny &lt;br /&gt;I have no bangs&lt;br /&gt;I lost my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to hunt a bunny&lt;br /&gt;Bunny with those sharpened fangs,&lt;br /&gt;And it's not so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is punny&lt;br /&gt;And written by Alex and Changs,&lt;br /&gt;I lost my money&lt;br /&gt;And it's not funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-112930674208627377?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112930674208627377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17802617&amp;postID=112930674208627377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112930674208627377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17802617/posts/default/112930674208627377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salempoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/money-villanelle-by-chang-and-alex.html' title='Money: a Villanelle by Chang and Alex'/><author><name>Salem Poetry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993401293117687656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17802617.post-112920222328577301</id><published>2005-10-13T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T04:18:08.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Salem Poetry weblog!</title><content type='html'>This blog is dedicated to readers and writers of poetry at Schule Schloss Salem in Germany, especially for students in the Pre-IB program at the Middle School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first feature is on the Villanelle, a poetry form which originated in rural Italy in the Middle Ages before being adopted in France.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17802617-112920222328577301?l=salempoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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