BC: Put together by Brian D. Phelps
FC: Poetry Book by A bunch of famous poets
1: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better clain, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wook, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
2: The Red Wheelbarrow by William C. Williams so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
3: Fog by Carl Sandburg The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
4: ODE TO MY MADNESS by Derrick del Barrio Random: Thoughts and expression Humor with mixed aggression Depression from oppression Questioning the question
5: The old pond A frog jumps in The sound of water. Matsuo Basho