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  //Poems//    __ Featured Poems: // The House with Nobody in it, If Everyone Cared, and The Seven Ages of Men //

THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT // by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918) // HENEVER I walk to Suffern along the Erie track

I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.

I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute

And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.

I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things;

That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings.

I know this house isn't haunted, and I wish it were, I do;

For it wouldn't be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.

This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass,

And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass.

It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied;

But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside.

If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid

I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.

I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be

And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.

Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,

Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store.

But there's nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone

For the lack of something within it that it has never known.

But a house that has done what a house should do, a house that has sheltered life,

That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,

A house that has echoed a baby's laugh and held up his stumbling feet,

Is the saddest sight, when it's left alone, that ever your eyes could meet.

So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track

I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,

Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,

For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart. __ Website Used- [|http://www.poetry-archive.com/k/the_house_with_nobody_in_it.html



__**"If Everyone Cared" by Nickelback**

From underneath the trees, we watch the sky Confusing stars for satellites I never dreamed that you'd be mine But here we are, we're here tonight

Singing Amen, I, I'm alive Singing Amen, I, I'm alive

//[Chorus:]// If everyone cared and nobody cried If everyone loved and nobody lied If everyone shared and swallowed their pride Then we'd see the day when nobody died

And I'm singing

Amen I, Amen I, I'm alive Amen I, Amen I, Amen I, I'm alive

And in the air the fireflies Our only light in paradise We'll show the world they were wrong And teach them all to sing along

Singing Amen, I, I'm alive Singing Amen, I, I'm alive (I'm alive) //[ Chorus x2] //

And as we lie beneath the stars We realize how small we are If they could love like you and me Imagine what the world could be

If everyone cared and nobody cried If everyone loved and nobody lied If everyone shared and swallowed their pride Then we'd see the day when nobody died When nobody died...

//[Chorus]//

We'd see the day, we'd see the day When nobody died We'd see the day, we'd see the day When nobody died We'd see the day when nobody died __ Website Used- __ [|http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/nickelback/ifeveryonecared.html __] __     //The Seven Ages of Man// by William Shakespeare   All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Website Used- [|http://www.learnenglish.org.uk/stories/poem_act/seven_ages.html]

<span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 190%; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> Analysis

<span style="FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #093072; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif"> Analysis of the House with Nobody in it. <span style="FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #093072; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif"> The theme of poem really focuses on the narrator finding beauty within the ruins of an old abandon house. The author does a lovely job using imagery. She paints a picture in your mind of what the house is presently like and what it could be like with a little work. She paints the picture of a family living in the house making it an actual home and not just four run down walls and a roof. By explaining about all the work the house needs she indirectly explains the state of the house now. For instance when she states that the house needs new shuders, paint and for the vines to be trimed the reader pictures a house with the roof falling apart with cracked paint, and masses of overgrown vines everywhere. The Rhyme scheme is as followed: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKKLLAAMM. The poem is a couplet because of the two line stanzas in which the last words rhyme.

<span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #051c5c; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> Analysis of “If Everyone Cared” by Nickelback

<span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #051c5c; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> "If Everyone Cared" expresses a theme, or belief throughout the entire song, that the world would become a better place if everyone would try to get along. The song lyrics, which express the band’s thoughts and feelings, incorporate several poetic devices. The second line, “confusing stars for satellites” is an example of an analogy, or comparison. The line implies that the band is seeing a resemblance between satellites and stars, even though they are dissimilar objects. When the band states that “If everyone shared and swallowed their pride,” they are using personification because humans can not literally swallow their pride. Symbolism, or when anything represents something else, is used in the song when they use fireflies to symbolize “our only light in paradise.” The band also uses figurative language, which is writing that is not meant to be interpreted literally, when they say that they will “teach them all to sing along.” They do not literally mean that they will teach everyone to sing, they are implying people should follow the band's beliefs of kindness to create a better and peaceful world. An example of a hyperbole, or exaggeration, would be the line stating how we will “realize how small we are.” Compared to the huge world, humans are small, but in reality they are not that small. Imagery is used when the band says “we watch the sky,” because it causes the audience to use their imagination and sense of sight to form a mental picture of the sky. Repetition is used throughout the entire song, including when they repeatedly sing “Amen I, I’m Alive.” Additionally, this song includes numerous rhymes, which are the repetition of sounds. An example of rhyming is illustrated in the lines; “If everyone cared and nobody cried”/ “If everyone loved and nobody lied”/ “If everyone shared and swallowed their pride”/ “We’d see the day when nobody died.” These lines all include the rhyming words cried, lied, pride, and died. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #051c5c; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> “If Everyone Cared” is an example of a ballad, which is a narrative poem with stanzas and a refrain. Lastly, the entire song has rhythm, which is a kind of metrical flow or pattern. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #051c5c; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> Analysis of //The Seven Ages of Man// by William Shakespeare <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #051c5c; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> <span style="FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #071655; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif">//The Seven Ages of Man// is an example of a dramatic poem, which is a poem with lines that express the characters’ thoughts and feelings. The theme, or unifying idea that exists throughout the entire poem, is that everyone’s life goes through the same seven stages; infancy, schoolboy (childhood), lover (adolescence), soldier (young adult), justice (adult), old age, and dementia or death. Several lines throughout the poem demonstrate poetic devices. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #051c5c; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> “All the world’s a stage“ is a metaphor, because Shakespeare is comparing the whole world to a theater stage. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #051c5c; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> The next line in the poem states that “All the men and women are merely players,” which is an example of symbolism, or when something represents something else, because the men and women exemplify players. Another example of symbolism is in the third line, which says “They have their exits and their entrances, because Shakespeare is using the exits and entrances to represent the way humans go in and out of stages in their lives.

“And one man in his time plays many parts” and “His acts being seven ages” are both examples of Shakespeare using figurative language because a man is not literally playing parts or acting in a play throughout his lifetime. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #051c5c; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> <span style="FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #081154; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif">  Additionally, “Sighing like furnace” and “Even in the cannon’s mouth” are both examples of personification, because the furnace and cannon are both given human characteristics, even though they are nonhuman objects. The Seven Ages of Man contains numerous examples of imagery, which relates to the senses, including the lines “Creeping like snail” and “Bearded like pard.” They help the audience visualize the characters, such as the schoolboy creeping like a snail or the soldier with a beard like a pard. (leopard or panther). <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #051c5c; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #081154; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif"> The last line of the poem, “Sans (without; lacking) teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything, also illustrates imagery. It allows the audience to imagine the old man and what he looks like. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #051c5c; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> Finally, //The Seven Ages of Man// is written in blank verse and iambic pentameter, which means that it consists of unrhymed lines with five feet or accents and each foot contains an unaccented syllable and an accented syllable. The poetic devices utilized in this play <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #051c5c; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> help the audience <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #051c5c; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> analyze their journey through life.

<span style="FONT-SIZE: 190%; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif">Original Works <span style="FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif"> Featuring: //The Bluebird and Going Under//

<span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> A Parody Based on the Poem: The Raven-by Edgar Allan Poe Stanzas 1-3, 6-8, and 16-18 Rewritten to: The Bluebird

Stanza 1: Once upon a midday cheery while I pondered calmly, clearly Over many a large and informative book of making s'mores, While I nodded, very happy, suddenly there came a banging As of someone baking, baking near the bakery door 'Tis the baker,' I exclaimed, 'baking near the bakery door Making cakes and treats galore.'

Stanza 2: Ah, distinctly I remember it was that fun November and some coals of the grill fell onto the floor. Quickly I rushed to quell it - skillfully I had fixed it. From my books inundated with joy - the joy of each s'more- The rare and radiant sweet treat the angels named the s'more - Etched in these pages forevermore.

Stanza 3: And the rustling of the pink and golden yellow gazebo curtains Thrilled me, filled me with inspiration never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating 'Tis the baker inquiring at the house's front door - The great baker inquiring at the bakery door; - That is, regarding the s'more.'

Stanza 6: Back into the kitchen turning, I screamed loudly 'The chocolate's burning!' Soon again I heard the banging a little louder than before 'Wonderful,' said I, 'Tis the great baker making a pie lattice; He makes new treats to sell in his store- I should go see what he sells in his store; - Cakes and pies, but not a s'more.'

Stanza 7: It was here I opened the window, the curtains rustled and fluttered, In stepped a lovely bluebird, blue as the waters of the shore. A gesture of greeting made he; he used his wings to stay steady With the elegance of a lord or a lady he perched next to a plate of s'mores- Perched upon a bar of chocolate near my plate of s'mores- Perched, and sat, but there was more.

Stanza 8: Then this beautiful bird charmed my puzzled face into smiling, By the cheerful and happy joyousness of the manners it wore, 'A lovely bird indeed you are,' said I, 'The sun to the shadow of a raven. Little, sweet and innocent bluebird, your expression is unsure- Tell me what the reason is for your visit from the moor.' Quote the bluebird, 'Forevermore.'

Stanza 16: 'Angel,' said I, 'Thing of beauty- omen still-I should not meddle By the blue sky that bends above us and the day we both adore- Bid this soul farewell and enjoy the meadow that's flower-laden, Nature is lovely, people about, the sun shines on our door There's a man with a raven and a woman named Lenore They need the happiness more and more.' Quote the bluebird, 'Forevermore.'

Stanza 17: 'Be that word our sign of parting bird or friend,' I sang happily- 'Fly back to the meadow and the life on the moors. Leave a blue plume as a charm to protect the joy in here from harm Leave my happiness unbroken - leave the chocolate near the s'mores The spirits are raised in my heart and shall remain in its very core.' Quote the bluebird, 'Forevermore.'

Stanza 18: And the bluebird, always flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the counter of the bakery near my plate for s'mores; And his eyes have all the seeming of an angel that is dreaming, I watched the people come and go and couldn't help thinking - who is this Lenore? The bluebird of happiness chose to come to my door And raise my spirits - forevermore!

<span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> Website Used-  <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center">[|http://www.heise.de/ix/raven/Literature/Lore/TheRaven.html</span] <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center">

Going Under <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> A mirror, the surface of the water shines so pristine it can only be called as such. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> The murky black depths spin and flow forming my reflection out of the nothingness that lies below. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> The reflection hides nothing from my eye. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> Haggard pale skin seems cracked and ghostly like a spirit watching sadly upon the living. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> Dull blue eye, have lost all luster and now stare mesmerized by the blackness of the lake. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> Skin, shivers in the October night air. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> The darkness, of the pool hypnotizes, calling to me. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> The water, stings my skin into gentle numbness as all feeling leaves. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> My mind can’t think straight only forming incoherent thoughts. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> My throat closes; I can’t breathe gasping for air praying that the world will stop spinning. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> Legs, can’t move are frozen were they lay; eyes close enjoying the long awaited numbness. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> Arms bring me out of my thoughts. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> Eyes, open the suns risen the dawn’s breaking a new day has begun. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> Pressure on my arm, causes me to look away from my reflection. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> His smile causes me to abandon all my thoughts. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> Hands join and he leads me away from my nightmare. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> He talks to me, as I think about my mistakes and flaws. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> And I listen and see the world clearly for the first time in a in a long time. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> The lake looks beautiful this morning with the pale pink and yellow dawn reflecting on its surface. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> My grin slowly spreads across my pale face. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> And my eyes, sparkle with new warmth. <span style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 110%; COLOR: #09136d; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> As I realize just how beautiful life is. <span style="DISPLAY: block; COLOR: #06246f; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> Additional Notes on Going Under. <span style="DISPLAY: block; COLOR: #06246f; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> This poem has two different meanings the first and more obvious of the two focuses in and among the ideas of running into what seems like a dead end in life and just giving up hope. The poem depicts a girl who’s looking for a way out even if it’s through her mind. The poem also shows how even the smallest gestures like a hug or smile can truly help to brighten up someone’s life. The Girl in the ends sees that life isn’t as bad as she made it out to be and starts to appreciate the beauty in life again. <span style="DISPLAY: block; COLOR: #06246f; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> The second of the double meaning takes a different yet similar path. As the first time the girl in this story is at a dead end in life is just looking for a way out of the pain. She contemplates possibly ending it all now by ending her life. She stopped though by some sort of higher power. He basically holds her back and allows her to see watch she was going to do and also helps her face her past mistakes. In the end this power acts as her saving grace allowing her to travel down a path and appreciate life again. <span style="DISPLAY: block; COLOR: #06246f; FONT-FAMILY: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center">