The idea is to get the pencil moving quickly.
quote by Bernard Malamud
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Ode to Pencils
Pencil o pencil
What would i use to trace the stencil
Possibly crayon, marker, or a pen
Unfortunately they are back in the den
Could i use a pencil with color
They might be much taller
So thanks for the pencil to be born
It is easier to draw when there aren't torn
That is my ode
I hope you thought it flowed
poem by Kristi Miller
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Pencil Rain
The possible dream
Finale of seem
The moment that some call eternal that some call insane
Now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead
The pageant is named the pencil rain
The infantry stands
And holds out its hands
The marshals binoculars focus and skyward they train
Theyre searching the yonder blue
They look out for number two
The heraldry of the pencil rain
And now hear the roar that none can ignore
The thunderous clatter of splintering wood and lives that are claimed
And none who have witnessed all
Can think of a nobler cause than perishing in the pencil rain
The pencil rain
The pencil rain
The pencil rain
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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A Number 2 Pencil
We used to use a number2 pencil
to write down words we knew.
Then we advanced to pen with ink
to write and when we were through
we'd look at what we wrote with pride
and lay the pen aside.
Now we e-mail people and chat.
Pencil and pen have died.
Kids still use a pencil in school
to practice penmanship.
But slowly as they leave that scene
they start to lose that grip.
They text each other with a frenzy.
It never seems to end.
They've lost touch with a number2 pencil
and rarely use a pen.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Camera vs, Pencil
Exactly same and true
Picture of objects wonderful
The magical instrument
Captures the real image
But real things become still
Logics, camera can't fill
Images, camera only captures
Pencil gives birth to a picture
The sketches drawn by pencil
Speak and make you feel
Not only liveliness of the object
But compels one too, to interpret
Camera can't take image of soul
Pencil draws sketch of in and out
camera and pencil's combination
can fetch reality, feel and imagination
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success.
quote by Swami Vivekananda
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Got To Be Moving On
Sombody told me - there's something better down that way
So don't try to hold me - 'Cos it's all I got to say
Is can't stay
I got to be moving - I got to be moving on
Yeah I got to moving - I got to be moving on
Next time you look around - you may find me gone
I've got to be moving - moving on
Free - nothing can hold me down
What you're loving - is what you found
So don't try to change it
Oh free - I've got to keep moving on
Where ever it takes me - where ever it goes
Somebody told me - there's something better down that way
So don't try to hold me - 'Cos it's all I got to say
Is can't stay
Got to be moving - got to be moving on
Got to be moving - got to be moving on
WHenever you see me - you'll know me by this song
Yeah I - I got to be moving on
Moving on
song performed by by Chris Rea
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A computer does not substitute for judgment any more than a pencil substitutes for literacy. But writing without a pencil is no particular advantage.
quote by Robert McNamara
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In the Lead
My pencil’s charged with poetry.
It can write verses fluidly
and inscribe them on the sheet
in rhyme and perfect metric feet.
It’s such a simple artefact
but filled with magic that’s a fact.
A pristine page is quite enough
to make my pencil do it’s stuff.
My pad, my pencil and my muse
can’t see a challenge and refuse
A blank page they can’t bear to see.
That why I’m writing poetry
I have a pad I have a pen
which forces me to write again.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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With 'Carousel' I had an idea and it all came out quickly.
quote by George Murray
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But I had no idea that they were going to pull the plug so quickly.
quote by David Selby
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An idea is an eye given by God for the seeing of God. Some of these eyes we cannot bear to look out of; we blind them as quickly as possible.
quote by Russell Hoban
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I guess any simple idea that is really good will catch on quickly.
Red Pencil
Red Pencil
R ed pencil with magic flair
E nrichment while in school
D ancing red marks are everywhere
Red pencil; teachers’ tool
Red pencil marks, to make it right
I studied hard with all my might
Red pencil marks
Red pencil marks
I passed the test to my delight
P encil red is the teachers’ tool
E dified magic wand
N ebulous to the Golden Rule
C lassroom and teacher bond
I want to teach, want to be free
L ife as a teacher, that’s for me
I want to teach
I want to teach
Some day I’ll teach, Form Poetry
Red pencil, with magic flair
I studied hard in school
I’m now a teacher; answered prayer
Red pencil is my tool
I’m a teacher, I live my dream
Teaching poetry to the extreme
I’m a teacher
I’m a teacher
And my red pencil is supreme
Author Notes:
Acrostic Trijan Refrain
Trijan Refrain
The Trijan Refrain, created by Jan Turner, consists of three 9-line stanzas, for a total of 27 lines. Line 1 is the same in all three stanzas, although a variation of the form is not to repeat the same line at the beginning of each stanza. In other words, the beginning line of each stanza can be different. The first four syllables of line 5 in each stanza are repeated as the double-refrain for lines 7 and 8. The Trijan Refrain is a rhyming poem with a set meter and rhyme scheme as follows:
Rhyme scheme: a/b/a/b/c/c/d, d refrain of first 4 words of line five /c
Meter: 8/6/8/6/8/8/4,4 refrain/8
source: shadowpoetry.com
poem by Amera Andersen
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Cruel
Oh yeah
Born no longer a baby
Always trying to keep
In one place for long, oh long enough to sleep
Oh sleep and dreams are here the same
Gone'n got no rest
They'll no longer speak to you. moving on again
I'm moving on... moving on again
Well I'm moving...moving on again
Baby you're so cruel
You're cruel to yourself you never understand
Boy'll never do ya no harm
For you to build the frame of the bed you sleep upon
So spill your milk and honey
And get your kicks off your next man
Bigger than you think and you make him go, go on
Oh you make him...moving on again
Oh he's moving on...moving on again
Baby you're so cruel
Thought about the dream is so real now
These are dreams of mine you're so aimless...so aimless
You baby, you're so cruel
Wonder what you're gonna think of yourself
When the phone calls fade away
As you hold his shoulders, did you think it would come to this day
Ask yourself why he's off
When others surround you
He was one of many on the day that he found you
Oh you're moving...moving on again
Yeah you're moving...moving on again
Yeah you're moving...moving on again
Baby you're so cruel
song performed by by Default
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Dwindle
Tick tock
Says the clock
Numerous days
Passing in the blink of an eye
Sand in the hourglass
Slowly running out
Forever moving
Never ceasing
In the way
A pencil is filed down
Or the pages in a book
Dwindle down
Eventually time runs out
poem by Autumn Winds
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Im Moving On
Save your sweet talk
For when you score,
Keep your monday kisses
For your glass lady.
I want the truth and nothing more,
Im moving on,
Moving on,
Youre getting phony.
You didnt have to tell me a white lie,
You know you scored me for life.
Dont stick your fingers in my pie,
You know, Ill see through your jive.
I want the truth and nothing more,
Im moving on,
Moving on,
Were getting phony.
When you were angry
You had love in your eyes,
When you were sad
You had dream in your voice.
Now youre giving me your window smile,
Im moving on,
Moving on,
Its getting phony.
Moving on!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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You draw beautifully with your pencil
You draw beautifully with your pencil,
sketches of almost any flower and plant,
things that are alive and some things that are dead
even a woman giving birth
on the beach.
You draw beautifully with your pencil
on a table are slices of bread
with a hungry dog on the other side;
things that are alive and some things that are dead,
there are children that are wasting away from starvation
and a woman’s hand with a wedding band.
You draw beautifully with your pencil,
a sounding level going down a well
being held by a strong male hand.
Things that are alive and some things that are dead,
you sketch and sometimes it’s any thing valuable;
even people in love on a tropical island
and you draw beautifully with your pencil
things that are alive and some things that are dead.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Im Moving On
Save your sweet talk for when you score
Keep your monday kisses for your glass lady
I want the truth and nothing more
Im moving on, moving on youre getting phony
You didnt have to tell a white lie
You knew you scored me for life
Dont stick your finger in my pie
You know Ill see through your jive
I want the truth and nothing more
Im moving, moving on were getting phony
When you were angry you had love in your eyes
When you were sad you had dream in your voice
But now youre giving me your window smile
Im moving on, moving on its getting phony
Moving onnnnnnnnnn!
song performed by by Lennon John
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The Pencil
I finished my Homework
Late last night
Feeling sleepy,
Did not do it Right.
I threw My Pencil
Away from my desk,
Finishing my homework
For the sake of completing it.
I was sleepy
But I knew
Something happened…
I din-no
Whether the brain of
That wooden guy got awakened
But My PENCIL!
Just woke up
It looked a bit funny
It came near me,
Looking rather Angry
With its short weak legs
Ha! Ha! Ha!
But tripped on my scale…
I giggled…
It looked up at me,
VERY FURIOUS!
With a dirty look of revenge
Chased me all over
I ran to the bedroom
The pencil still chasing me..
I hid under the blanket
Stayed there for a while
And later peeped outside
I heard a strange noise,
Which tempted me to glance again
I looked up
To my amazement did I Discover
My PENCIL!
Ha! Ha! Ha!
He was snoring..
He was of course tired…
A long poem was it indeed
Shh! Now U!
NO NOISE!
You'd disturb him
He'd then wake up
And Jump on my nose…
His fierce face still threatens me..
Just finish the Poem
Move away
REAL QUIET
Aww..
Goodnight
poem by Rishi Kaashyap
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