"drury" poems - Hello Poetry

Each has meaning to one or all of us personally all i learned of these i read as i grew these fun loving rhymes have some meaning or other so i put these up to bring out the childish side!! :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is gone, When the nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the traveller in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark, He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so. In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye, Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and tiny spark, Lights the traveller in the dark. Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star. Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. How I wonder what you are. Jack be Nimble Jack be Nimble Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick, Jack, jump over The candlestick. Jack jumped high Jack jumped low Jack jumped over and burned his toe. Do You Know The Muffin Man Do you know the Muffin Man, The Muffin Man, The Muffin Man? Do you know the Muffin Man Who lives in Drury Lane? Yes, I know the Muffin Man, The Muffin Man, The Muffin Man. Yes, I know the Muffin Man Who lives in Drury Lane. Humpty Dumpty Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put Humpty together again. Hush Little Baby Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird won't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring turns brass, Mama's going to buy you a looking glass. And if that looking glass gets broke, Mama's going to buy you a billy goat. And if that billy goat won't pull, Mama's going to buy you a cart and bull. And if that cart and bull turn over, Mama's going to buy you a dog named Rover. And if that dog named Rover won't bark, Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart. And if that horse and cart fall down, You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town. Little Miss Muffet Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet, Eating her curds and whey; Along came a spider, Who sat down beside her And frightened Miss Muffet away.

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Apr 10, 2015

Apr 10, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC

lovelydread

old nursery rhymes

Each has meaning to one or all of us personally all i learned of these i read as i grew these fun loving rhymes have some meaning or other so i put these up to bring out the childish side!! :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is gone, When the nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the traveller in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark, He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so. In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye, Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and tiny spark, Lights the traveller in the dark. Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star. Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. How I wonder what you are. Jack be Nimble Jack be Nimble Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick, Jack, jump over The candlestick. Jack jumped high Jack jumped low Jack jumped over and burned his toe. Do You Know The Muffin Man Do you know the Muffin Man, The Muffin Man, The Muffin Man? Do you know the Muffin Man Who lives in Drury Lane? Yes, I know the Muffin Man, The Muffin Man, The Muffin Man. Yes, I know the Muffin Man Who lives in Drury Lane. Humpty Dumpty Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put Humpty together again. Hush Little Baby Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird won't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring turns brass, Mama's going to buy you a looking glass. And if that looking glass gets broke, Mama's going to buy you a billy goat. And if that billy goat won't pull, Mama's going to buy you a cart and bull. And if that cart and bull turn over, Mama's going to buy you a dog named Rover. And if that dog named Rover won't bark, Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart. And if that horse and cart fall down, You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town. Little Miss Muffet Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet, Eating her curds and whey; Along came a spider, Who sat down beside her And frightened Miss Muffet away.

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I am the vessel of my ship, I am to wrestle a little twit. Will you help me find my virginity? I think I've lost it somewhere, Or someone borrowed it. I am a farmer of black beans, I am the Tarmac at the airport, Will you join me for coffee? I think I'm seeding the soil, I found purchase in this toil. I hate traffic and sputnik, I love triptychs and music, Is it you, me and everyone we know? I guess we can play monopoly, Just lay down your weapons, I'm fun you see. Of course you can trust me, I'm not a wet black bean, Can I sing the national anthem? I speak ****** and some other lingo, I read French and women undress. On second thought I'll be a stallion, And yes I'm part French-Italian. How far does it go? I'll tell you what, do you know the muffin man? The one that lives on Drury Lane? If you do open up, let Thomas the train do his run. A hippopotamus would laugh at this, These lines said with such a clever lisp. It'd have to be high as a koala bear, Eating eucalyptus leafs at the fair. I couldn't be more assured of this, I wouldn't be reimbursed to read miss. Doesn't it hurt? Aren't you choking yourself? No me feel no pain, Cookies are like nova cane. Last but not least, It feels better than summer heat, The question everyone is a critic for, Are you happy? If Lois Lane was a ***** Cookie Monster a compulsive eater. Then of course I'm sure.

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May 20, 2011

May 20, 2011 at 8:53 PM UTC

david-beltran

Experimentally Mental.

I am the vessel of my ship, I am to wrestle a little twit. Will you help me find my virginity? I think I've lost it somewhere, Or someone borrowed it. I am a farmer of black beans, I am the Tarmac at the airport, Will you join me for coffee? I think I'm seeding the soil, I found purchase in this toil. I hate traffic and sputnik, I love triptychs and music, Is it you, me and everyone we know? I guess we can play monopoly, Just lay down your weapons, I'm fun you see. Of course you can trust me, I'm not a wet black bean, Can I sing the national anthem? I speak ****** and some other lingo, I read French and women undress. On second thought I'll be a stallion, And yes I'm part French-Italian. How far does it go? I'll tell you what, do you know the muffin man? The one that lives on Drury Lane? If you do open up, let Thomas the train do his run. A hippopotamus would laugh at this, These lines said with such a clever lisp. It'd have to be high as a koala bear, Eating eucalyptus leafs at the fair. I couldn't be more assured of this, I wouldn't be reimbursed to read miss. Doesn't it hurt? Aren't you choking yourself? No me feel no pain, Cookies are like nova cane. Last but not least, It feels better than summer heat, The question everyone is a critic for, Are you happy? If Lois Lane was a ***** Cookie Monster a compulsive eater. Then of course I'm sure.

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Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet, Eating her curds and whey. The little dog laughed, "Jack, jump over the candlestick." Along came a spider, the cat and the fiddle, who sat down beside her and frightened Miss Muffet away. "Hey, ****** ****** "Yes sir, yes sir." Jack be nimble Who lives down the lane. Baa, baa, black sheep, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring, and one for the little boy who lives in Drury Lane. All the king's horses and all the king's men; To see such sport, don't say a word. "Have you any wool?" "Do you know the Muffin Man?" "Three bags full." And if that diamond ring turns brass, Jack, be quick, Mama's going to buy you a looking glass. One for the master, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. One for the dame, Mama's going to buy you a billy goat. Jack jumped high The cow jumped over the moon. Jack jumped low And the dish ran away with the spoon. Jack be nimble, Mama's going to buy you a cart and bull. Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Jack jumped over and burned his toe. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. And if that horse and cart fall down, Hush, little baby, one little Indian boy couldn't put Humpty together again. And if that mockingbird won't sing, ring a ring o' roses, and if that looking glass gets broke, you'll still be the sweetest. Tom, Tom, the piper's son, did you ever see such a sight in your life, as three blind mice stole a pig, and away did run. And if that billy goat won't pull a dog named Rover, see how they run, they all ran after the farmer's wife, and Tom was beat. And if that cart and bull turn over, and the pig was eat, and Tom went crying, Mama's going to buy you A pocketful of posies. And if that dog named Rover won't bark down the street, One little, two little, three little Indians, Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart. Much wants more, and loses all, little baby in town. Three blind mice, who cut off their tails with a carving knife, see how they run. We all fall down.

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Dec 13, 2013

Dec 13, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC

tatiana

A Catastrophe of Rhymes

Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet, Eating her curds and whey. The little dog laughed, "Jack, jump over the candlestick." Along came a spider, the cat and the fiddle, who sat down beside her and frightened Miss Muffet away. "Hey, ****** ****** "Yes sir, yes sir." Jack be nimble Who lives down the lane. Baa, baa, black sheep, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring, and one for the little boy who lives in Drury Lane. All the king's horses and all the king's men; To see such sport, don't say a word. "Have you any wool?" "Do you know the Muffin Man?" "Three bags full." And if that diamond ring turns brass, Jack, be quick, Mama's going to buy you a looking glass. One for the master, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. One for the dame, Mama's going to buy you a billy goat. Jack jumped high The cow jumped over the moon. Jack jumped low And the dish ran away with the spoon. Jack be nimble, Mama's going to buy you a cart and bull. Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Jack jumped over and burned his toe. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. And if that horse and cart fall down, Hush, little baby, one little Indian boy couldn't put Humpty together again. And if that mockingbird won't sing, ring a ring o' roses, and if that looking glass gets broke, you'll still be the sweetest. Tom, Tom, the piper's son, did you ever see such a sight in your life, as three blind mice stole a pig, and away did run. And if that billy goat won't pull a dog named Rover, see how they run, they all ran after the farmer's wife, and Tom was beat. And if that cart and bull turn over, and the pig was eat, and Tom went crying, Mama's going to buy you A pocketful of posies. And if that dog named Rover won't bark down the street, One little, two little, three little Indians, Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart. Much wants more, and loses all, little baby in town. Three blind mice, who cut off their tails with a carving knife, see how they run. We all fall down.

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"Help me, help me! My dogs gone missing" The girl lost that dog on a foggy day, in the dreaded street of Drury Lane. "help us, help us! Our daughters gone missing!" last location? N/A where were you? N/A. the man was watching in the tress, under the house and through the seams. He snatched that little girl, and left her body in the fog. What world is this? Why did he take her? All the kids now say, "Don't go to the foggy red house on Drury Lane"

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Apr 2, 2016

Apr 2, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC

bleeding-diamonds

The story of the girl who's face was on the milk carton

"Help me, help me! My dogs gone missing" The girl lost that dog on a foggy day, in the dreaded street of Drury Lane. "help us, help us! Our daughters gone missing!" last location? N/A where were you? N/A. the man was watching in the tress, under the house and through the seams. He snatched that little girl, and left her body in the fog. What world is this? Why did he take her? All the kids now say, "Don't go to the foggy red house on Drury Lane"

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VII This is my end surely this is the end of it all all I know is here and though I am young this is the end of life as I know it now and soon I will see my home no more for this is my end here where I shelter from all I cannot think beyond this ending surely the end of all I know is here and will be gone (after a cine still from 1930 of a St Kllda woman) XVIIIa house above the hut of shadows holds itself against the relentless wind on so open a shore islands and inlets beyond reasonable number stand before its policies its promontory land Up on the third floor light fills every corner expelling its shadows to the hut held within its sight XVIIIb slowly the darkness reveals less than a shadow thrown against a plastered wall inside silenced from the wind an image grows as the eyes succumb to less than light used to looking Suggestion and the memory of outside supply the rest (two poems connected by Chris Drury’s Hut of Shadows on North Uist) XIX following footsteps crisp in the sand hour-fresh from tide-fall now the shadows form in the weight of press the imprint mark different with every fall of limb and claw the 3-pronged bird-foot the sandaled human step singular one before another after another until perspective conceals and merges into distant sand ** silence suddenly the ringed plovers hold their breath then chorus a chirping as they wade together in their own reflections the water like glass at their feet mirroring movement that light hop for a few steps onto a slight but sturdy island tweet then terweet inflected upwards a questioning call terweet? XX1 the taste of salt sea in the mouth the touch of water thick sea-water on the legs between toes the sharp cold plunge immersion envelopment sunlight throws a cascade of bright steps across the sea gradually merging into a band of light ablaze on the horizon at the base of distant Monarchs a silhouette of massed rock rises from the sea crowned by static clouds decorating the sky gentle white ermine-soft

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Oct 3, 2016

Oct 3, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC

nigel-morgan

Sketches of Summer XVII - XXI

VII This is my end surely this is the end of it all all I know is here and though I am young this is the end of life as I know it now and soon I will see my home no more for this is my end here where I shelter from all I cannot think beyond this ending surely the end of all I know is here and will be gone (after a cine still from 1930 of a St Kllda woman) XVIIIa house above the hut of shadows holds itself against the relentless wind on so open a shore islands and inlets beyond reasonable number stand before its policies its promontory land Up on the third floor light fills every corner expelling its shadows to the hut held within its sight XVIIIb slowly the darkness reveals less than a shadow thrown against a plastered wall inside silenced from the wind an image grows as the eyes succumb to less than light used to looking Suggestion and the memory of outside supply the rest (two poems connected by Chris Drury’s Hut of Shadows on North Uist) XIX following footsteps crisp in the sand hour-fresh from tide-fall now the shadows form in the weight of press the imprint mark different with every fall of limb and claw the 3-pronged bird-foot the sandaled human step singular one before another after another until perspective conceals and merges into distant sand ** silence suddenly the ringed plovers hold their breath then chorus a chirping as they wade together in their own reflections the water like glass at their feet mirroring movement that light hop for a few steps onto a slight but sturdy island tweet then terweet inflected upwards a questioning call terweet? XX1 the taste of salt sea in the mouth the touch of water thick sea-water on the legs between toes the sharp cold plunge immersion envelopment sunlight throws a cascade of bright steps across the sea gradually merging into a band of light ablaze on the horizon at the base of distant Monarchs a silhouette of massed rock rises from the sea crowned by static clouds decorating the sky gentle white ermine-soft

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got hours counting powers of the super human cowards the trousers of our fouler never soured feelings grown im a kid never did listen now im feeling ****** eyes feeling drury as my fingers typed flown im grinning cuz im reminiscent of your moan heads still spinning whyd you have to break my home texts to calls forwards rings stalled trying to get back to what we had im just **** faced and *** brown bagged take some shrooms just to get mad they are the feeling to show when i am dead

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC

zachary-2

never did listen

got hours counting powers of the super human cowards the trousers of our fouler never soured feelings grown im a kid never did listen now im feeling ****** eyes feeling drury as my fingers typed flown im grinning cuz im reminiscent of your moan heads still spinning whyd you have to break my home texts to calls forwards rings stalled trying to get back to what we had im just **** faced and *** brown bagged take some shrooms just to get mad they are the feeling to show when i am dead

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Of Real Or "FAKE" Memories Earlier today...upon setting feet out a side door, a refreshingly cool rain washed away present woes, and ushered auld lang syne, sans mine earlier childhood quatrain such as the incy wincy spider sung (way out of tune) by my then young mum, yet clear as day she evinced unabashed loved simply and plain, which cherished rarely jogged memory main, lee lost in sigh burr space, perhaps arising some where (over the rainbow...) in toto within my midbrain ah...methought, how perfectly spontaneous I spunkily danced down Drury (er rather Lantern) Lane sudden recollection of real or feigned salad days of yore blessedly carefree, innocently naive, which elapsed many a score years ago poked thru consciousness so vividly, despite at nineteen and four tee Earth's orbitz ago, hence summarily explore thyself as an adorable boy around 'pon the onset of incipient curiosity (i.e. preschooler), aye did unexpectedly bound forth like a midsize dog ecstatic to greet her/his master, the latter played and clowned with four legged woman's/ man's "best friend," where non verbal communication did expound volumes of unconditional mutually symphonic, sympathetic, and symbiotic couched make believe buddies never abandoned me always around:

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Jul 22, 2018

Jul 22, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Tis A Mystery, The Inexplicable Recall...

Of Real Or "FAKE" Memories Earlier today...upon setting feet out a side door, a refreshingly cool rain washed away present woes, and ushered auld lang syne, sans mine earlier childhood quatrain such as the incy wincy spider sung (way out of tune) by my then young mum, yet clear as day she evinced unabashed loved simply and plain, which cherished rarely jogged memory main, lee lost in sigh burr space, perhaps arising some where (over the rainbow...) in toto within my midbrain ah...methought, how perfectly spontaneous I spunkily danced down Drury (er rather Lantern) Lane sudden recollection of real or feigned salad days of yore blessedly carefree, innocently naive, which elapsed many a score years ago poked thru consciousness so vividly, despite at nineteen and four tee Earth's orbitz ago, hence summarily explore thyself as an adorable boy around 'pon the onset of incipient curiosity (i.e. preschooler), aye did unexpectedly bound forth like a midsize dog ecstatic to greet her/his master, the latter played and clowned with four legged woman's/ man's "best friend," where non verbal communication did expound volumes of unconditional mutually symphonic, sympathetic, and symbiotic couched make believe buddies never abandoned me always around:

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In the clearance store what we wore was a change of appearance, when or if the mask slips away we buy another one direct from ebay everyone is living the dream. Down at the pawn shop we pop the gold in until we get paid and eventually get old still popping the gold, It's the things we do and what we threw away that make today unacceptable so you stew in your own juices and I'll stew in mine. Pantomime? well it could be if Widow Twankey's buying duty free and bound to me a non celebrity. I put on the make up and fake it some take it seriously, seriously? hard nosed two faced, I am outside and out paced by the Bow Street runners.

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Apr 27, 2017

Apr 27, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Drury Lane

In the clearance store what we wore was a change of appearance, when or if the mask slips away we buy another one direct from ebay everyone is living the dream. Down at the pawn shop we pop the gold in until we get paid and eventually get old still popping the gold, It's the things we do and what we threw away that make today unacceptable so you stew in your own juices and I'll stew in mine. Pantomime? well it could be if Widow Twankey's buying duty free and bound to me a non celebrity. I put on the make up and fake it some take it seriously, seriously? hard nosed two faced, I am outside and out paced by the Bow Street runners.

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