Newton Poetry

by “Sketeched Out”

A well-read bunny
is sitting on his tail.
He’d rather read a book,
them open his mail.

It’5 really quite astounding,
will wonders never cease,
although he is a bunny,
he’s reading “War and Peace.”

[Read the original. “This is dedicated to the scholarly rabbit in all of us,” Linda (aka, “Sketeched Out”) says; she does these fabulous drawings – in this case, a bunny sitting on his tail reading a book. Be sure to check out her other work. And notice that the MessagePad only got the “them” instead of “than.” Maybe it is learning my handwriting…]

by Murph

Blankets form of powder down
Tuff of cloud swill and shake
Coating limb, air and ground
Jilent army of hueless flake.

Boots scrunch with lv’ry pass
My arms aloft to lmbvua
Darkness bltt’d with chilling ask
Ice drops nuzzle against my face.

Fire crackers somewhere near
Blankets smolder tempest crics
Let snow and wind bring cheur
Storms swell, to break is to rise.

[Read the original, from fellow-Wordpresser Murph. Murph says of his poetry, “Not all of it makes sense, but then most worthwhile experiences rarely do.” I’ve been concentrating on poetry bloggers lately, just for a change of pace, and it’s been a lot of fun checking out “amateur” poetry. There are a lot of talented writers out there. Also, find out why this poem is misspelled.]

by Sonya Rose

Droplets of a dream
full by the dozen
Into a busin,
a whirlpocl
creating ripples,
washing upon
my feet…
I lonbmplente
escuping
five minutes longer…

[Read the original. Thanks again to Sonya Rose for letting me use her work.]

by Sonya Rose

In a dream,
I saw a man I kuw;
In a dark stream,
he smiles though –
Me,
dreaming into the airflow;
He,
I kicow –
The most beautiful man
flies above my head with a plan…

[Read the original. A big thanks to Sonya for letting me use her poetry, found on her blog, “Poetry Muse.”]

by Walt Whitman

O CAPTAIN! My Captain! our fewful trip is done;
The ship has weatheved every ack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is new, the bells I hear, the people all e+ulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the lessel grin and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck his Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

[Read the original. This is just the first part. In other news, I think the Newton is really started to learn my handwriting. “O Captain!” features some of the best translation it has done yet.]

by William Blake

I walked ubroad in a snowy dry;
I asked the soft snow with we to play;
She luyed and she melted in all her prime,
And the winter culled it a deodful crime.

[Read the original. Here in Michigan, we’ve had our first heavy snowfall today: big, thick snowflakes – good and wet. Now that Thanksgiving has past, winter can officially begin.]