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11. Why does Robert Frost allude to Eden in "Nothing Gold Can Stay"? Eden's short-lived perfection is similar to the temporary perfection of nature's first green. Eden is known to be filled with gold. Eden is a place that remained perfect forever, just like the world described in Frost's poem. Eden is a place that Frost visited many times. 12. In William Blake’s poem “A Poison Tree,” the tree stands for __________. nature’s beauty the speaker’s fury the speaker’s opponent the need to eat and drink 13. In “A Poison Tree,” William Blake writes, “I was angry with my friend: / I told my wrath, my wrath did end.” From what point of view are these lines written? third-person limited point of view third-person omniscient point of view second-person point of view first-person point of view 14. Sara Teasdale expresses the mood of “Barter” to readers by __________. relying on lighthearted imagery and upbeat diction alluding to people and things past creating a challenging rhyme scheme using interesting and unexpected punctuation 15. In the speech "All the World's a Stage," Shakespeare compares life to a play and men and women to __________. a stage actors audience members writers 16. Shakespeare’s “All the World’s a Stage” contains a number of comparisons that do not use the words like or as, or __________. ironies similes symbols metaphors 17. Which of the following best describes the organization of Shakespeare's "All the World's a Stage" speech? It is organized in order of each age's importance. It is organized in chronological order, just like life. It is organized in reverse order to make it original. It is organized in random order because life is random. 18. Which two stages of life share the most characteristics in Shakespeare’s “All the World’s a Stage”? soldier and judge infancy and old age infatuation and retirement student years and old age 19. What do Sara Teasdale's "Barter" and "Beauty" by E-Yeh-Shure' both focus on? the good things that life has to offer the dangers of the natural world the temporary qualities of natural beauty how the world looks as a storm approaches 20. What is the purpose of the structure and punctuation Emily Dickinson employs in her poetry? They are meant to confuse readers and keep them guessing at her meaning. They give her writing its humor. They are the standard format of a sonnet written during Dickinson's time. They help readers know how to read her poems aloud.

being a caucasian metal/rockabilly loving dude in the hood is hard i duck every-time i see a slow moving car, because drive by's have already left me scared the pain has been so dear, that i've lost complete fear i wish for death, because i feel suicide is very near what am i suppose to do, i got no friends i cant relate to the struggles to the ones around who depend... on joining gangs, and wishing to commit to giving a cop his end i was raised in a middle class household i was jammin' while there weed was being rolled i was raised a street away from that deadly street caniff i avoided it while they shot of shit and smoked there spliff's all i need is out of this enviorment cause sooner or later it'll cause my life's premature retirement

Hi My teacher is leaving tomorrow and I really need a really funny retirement joke! As funny as possible! As fast as possible please! Thanks Adam

My sons preschool teacher will be retiring in January. She was also my teacher when I was in school so I would like to get her something nice. I found a clock I would like to get her, but don't know what to get engraved on it. What do you think would be a nice saying or short poem that I could get engraved onto the clock? Thank You!

My sons preschool teacher will be retiring in January and I would like to make her something special because she was also my teacher when I was in school. I found a poem I would like to have on the gift, but I don't know what to make. What can a make her for a retirement gift that incorporates a poem? Thank You!

We are throwing a retirement and 60th birthday party for my father-in-law next month. We need a cute saying to attach to the favors, maybe a cute rhyme or something. Any ideas? Thanks!!

Party of Two I am learning to live With another voice Chattering through my Creative thoughts; Other sounds in the house. Busy shoes that clickety click Up and down the hallways; Go in and out of doors. I am learning to live With a snacker; A retired fast tracker while he Learns how to play golf and the guitar; How to paint. My heart’s singular complaint . . . It yearns to drink heartily again Of the solitude it once knew. But all things come to pass; This too shall fade into my past And I will learn All over again How to be a party of two.

Broken Bottles (Memorial Park) We all stood out there Drew, Terry and I joking with the girls Tim crouching next to a car with an ounce of weed a hipster standing above him waiting for his fix and nervously watching for cops that would never come Allen pulling up on his motorcycle younger kids sitting in the grass with their cigarettes flashing from one side to the other all of us out there in the October air with the city blurring before us cars passing through with subwoofers pounding trunks people arriving people leaving generations meeting shaking hands under the devils pillow the laughter filling the empty sky we did not fear hell we did not fear god we did not fear the hospitals we were going to die in it was our night it was our time the moon would never be as full again the air would never smell that way again the girls bodies would never twist the way they did under the stars for the rest of our lives we all knew it that this was it this was history this was the rest of our lives waiting to happen we knew this as the rest of the world slept around us dead from birth dreaming about their jobs about plane rides and cabs about yearly vacations and retirement that would never come they dreamt hours from waking in a bed in a world where they thought they had it all figured out to them we were the static on their TV’s the gum under their shoes the neighbor dog that barked at nothing and listened to no one we were broken bottles on new pavement They were dead. We all stood out there as the sky turned blue knowing we would die soon

Fair- Haven Cobblestone paths lead peace Space crowded I’m at ease Strong espresso steamed air Timid fortune there. Common cars line the block V.W. Bugs, Buses, Campers Thoughts haven- radiate Town sets watching a Bay Red sunsets wash night sky. University and retirement collide Round community, earthy pride Theater, music, dance to absorb Meditate, focus the Sound orb. Thanks!

This is what we are working with. Someone help me make it stunning! I parked the truck and took one last look It’ been hard and it’s been long Answered one more “well wish” call And boarded a plane one last time I gave it my best but now I’m outta here Goin’ to my happy place… back soon. This last line is the theme of the party. Thanks!

I got 3 poems for English class and everyone for that teacher got diffrent ones. Can someone help me interpret it? Thanks (: What was is ... since 1930; the boys in my old gang are senior partners. They start up bald like baby birds to embrace retirement. At the altar of surrender, I met you in the hour of credulity. How your misfortune came out clearly to us at twenty. At the gingerbread casino, how innocent the nights we made it on our Vesuvio martinis with no vermouth but vodka to sweeten the dry gin-- the lash across my face that night we adored . . . soon every night and all, when your sweet, amorous repetition changed.

I got 3 poems for English class and everyone for that teacher got diffrent ones. Can someone help me interpret it? Thanks (: What was is ... since 1930; the boys in my old gang are senior partners. They start up bald like baby birds to embrace retirement. At the altar of surrender, I met you in the hour of credulity. How your misfortune came out clearly to us at twenty. At the gingerbread casino, how innocent the nights we made it on our Vesuvio martinis with no vermouth but vodka to sweeten the dry gin-- the lash across my face that night we adored . . . soon every night and all, when your sweet, amorous repetition changed.

The town idiot who walked the streets with a beatific smile must have been bewildered by our stones, back then when I was a child. It's an act of will and confession to bring him forward now, my first gesture to you. To hide myself from myself I've used various veils of weather, the hopeful smell of just-cut grass. "What a nice day to be alive," I've said, while headlines screamed atrocity and I couldn't locate what I felt. The street violinist who played for me in her evening dress simultaneously lived with Bach and the clang of my coins. Nearby, a juggler succeeded in keeping three things alive. What could be more normal than a double, even a triple life? Still, I remember being surprised by the ineffectual shy biologist at his retirement party, how well he spoke, how, even with his wife, he fast-danced all night long. "Though the events and dates may remain at odds," I said to my host as we walked the Ponte Vecchio, "I'd like you to believe everything I say." Is the life we lead in public obscene? Would you say what I've offered here is overt?

The neighbor's house is calmly a' blazin'; feverishly in tight twists of twilight that gnaw away the casing of security. And I smell the smoke but fail to react; it's a lazy day for me and I can't be bothered with negligible sorrow. But the burning lasted through the day into the space between evening yawning and night's dizzying morning minutes, ...spacey after dreaming deeply the day before. I dreamed easy... retirement came early.

This is my boss' last day at work and I'd like a poem for her to say farewell any ideas?

Our school secretary who has been at the reins for 25 years is retiring in 2 weeks and we're having a party. I was wanting to put a little funny poem / quote / joke etc or something inside the card we're all going to sign but can't find anything specific enough anywhere! Help! V x

and all your contacts abandon you ,do you take a retirement form poetry writing or you start plagiarizing works of other poets to get your fans back or you wait for an inspiration. only serious answers it's a question of life & death.(that is life & death of poetry lol) haha trying to get some attention ,i m not a poet i write to vent out my feelings and when i have nothing better to do. neither i worry about praise nor about criticism,this was for me more of a fun question to kill time .i did get some attention and words of wisdom,thanks you all.

1)Muhammad Ali - For 10 years after Marciano the title had changed hands back n forth with no champion being thoroughly dominating or creating much buzz in boxing until the Louisville lip came to the scene and showed the world that a heavyweight could be fast and box like a middleweight. He predicted rounds, wrote poems and brought excitement back into boxing. He dominated his competition even making the most dangerous man of his time quit on his stool. At only 15 and 0 he dominated the legendary Archie Moore and Ali made sure that the only man worth talking about for the next 15 years was Muhammad Ali. He was the first man to win the heavyweight title 3 times and is still regarded as the best heavyweight champion of all time. 2)Mike Tyson a 10 year old boy who was picked on and called "fairy boy" changed the sport of boxing at 20 became the youngest heavyweight champion in history for mike tyson it wasnt age or skill that beat mike tyson it was mike tyson himself and help from don king that defeated Mike Tyson 3)Joe Louis Even though he lost an early fight to Max Schmeling he still dominated in spectacular fashion every other heavyweight at the time. After winning the title from Jimmy Braddock he defended his title 26 times over 10 years including a first round knockout over Schmeling in the rematch. For 10 years he was Americas champion and hero. From the mid 1930's t0 the late 40's and into the 50's their was no other name more herald then Joe Louis. 4)Larry Holmes Beat Ken Norton for the vacant title left behind after Ali's retirement. Later he beat a Parkinson's riddled Ali for the Lineal title. He defended his title 20 times taking on anyone and everyone. Going 48 and 0 fighting the the best the division has to offer and not losing until age caught up with him and dropping a decision to a faster fighter his old legs just couldn't keep up with. Until age caught up with Holmes he was virtually unbeatable and is often picked to beat any heavyweight at any time. A slick boxer puncher with an Iron jaw and nerves of steel. At almost 40 years old he had the balls to step in the ring with the young monster Iron Mike Tyson and although he lost he showed no fear over the brutal 4 rounds. 5)George Foreman The baddest man on the planet in the 70's, a big monster with power in eaither hand who blasted through greats Joe Frazier and Ken Norton before meeting his match against the Greatest. In a slug fest that may go down in history as the most action packed heavyweight fight in history with Ron Lyle Foreman rose from the canvass to stop the game Lyle in 5 action packed rounds. He retired and came back to win the title as the oldest man in the history of the sport at 45 years old he knocked out the heavyweight champion Micheal Moorer. 6)Jack Johnson A black heavyweight champion when black people were still being hung and beat down in the street. The man beat his competition senseless even toying with a handful of his white opponents in turn enraging the white populous that made up the boxing crowd. Lost his title to Jess Willard in a fight he later admitted he had thrown for fear of being murder. 7)Lennox Lewis Other then 2 knockout losses (One controversial) which he later avenged in spectacular fashion Lennox was one of the most dominant champions in history. When it came to his D and C level opponents he didn't just beat them he destroyed them and destroyed them quickly. Lewis un like other Greats did not come into his prime it seemed till later in his career. Lewis was a big heavyweight who knew how to use his height and size to his advantage. Lennox took allot of flack for his chin which I beleive is unfair. Lewis has been in the ring with some of the biggest punchers in the sports history, Frank Bruno,Ray Mercer, Mike Tyson, Razor Ruddock,Tony Tucker, Tommy Morrison, Andrew Gollota, Shannon Briggs, Fracois Botha,David Tua, Oliver McCall, Hasim Rachman and Vitili Klitchko. In fact Frank Bruno took a power test and is on record as being the hardest hitting heavyweight of all time. Lennox is also only the second heavyweight in history to beat every man he ever faced. He cleaned up the heavyweight divivison. Whenever a heavyweight is as dominant as Lewis you get a dead division after he leaves. 8)Rocky Maricano The Rock got recognition as the true and lineal heavyweight champion after beating an old Joe Louis. He was known as The Rock around the world and was loved by millions. His aggressive power style made him the most exciting champion to come along since Jack Dempsey. He is still to this day the only heavyweight champion to retire undefeated. 9)Jack Johnson A black heavyweight champion when black people were still being hung and beat down in the street. The man beat his competition senseless even toying with a handful of his white opponents in turn enraging the white populous that made up the boxing crowd. Lost his title to Jess Willard in a fight he later admitted he had thrown fo Oh shet i forg

One more era of innocence passes freely, Without a futile grasp at the clock; No last hope of aging gracefully, By not aging at all. As one more year comes and goes, We seem to all be standing still, watching as Lives come, lives go. Just like the memories of those that once were, The last moment of sanity comes, In the form of grief unbearable. Remember, it doesn’t have to end, The faces don't have to fade unbearably, With eye contact one more fable. Imagine one night, a second chance in what we lost, The fire that never came, But burnt us through just the same. Imagine one more fallen dove, Watch as the innocence flies towards the sun once again, Watch the faces of strangers, saddened to the point of tear, With the hope of something better for one another. Remember all the final words that seemed so simplistic, But were lost in the flow of time, Never again to be carefully stumbled upon for week after week, Desperately searching for the right ones, Only to find all of the wrong ones. What if we could relive the apathetic glories of retirement? The end of a childhood pastime That brought a nation together, Only to later tear it apart. Carefully follow the streets, Watch the families preparing for Armageddon, In the worst of times, In the most ironic of times. For how are we expected to live tomorrow, If we die today? What if subconscious reunions weren't the only way To relive what's gone? Our foggy memories replaced by solid matter to grasp. Remember the ice, the cold, the disillusions that once were. Can you remember praying for the warmth of the sixth month? While not realizing how many lives would be sacrificed on the way. Remember all the lives lost in the summer time, And the unbearable emotions to leave it behind. Never forget the broken friendships, the lost acquaintances, A time of simplicity that reigned above life itself. Alone in hotel rooms staring ahead ten years to come, What do we see but life itself? Now alone in a hotel room staring back ten years previous, Desperately holding onto our youth the only way we know how. One second passes, we pray for our lives; 0ne hundred thousand pass, where did the time go? Thirty million pass, just kill us now. What if we could relive it all even for one night? What if somebody told you it never has to end, Time could be endless, a parade of life. Perhaps we’d say goodbye, Goodbye forever. Feel free to tear it apart as much as you feel necessary.

Hi. :] I am going to be mailing out about 60 Christmas greeting cards to a retirement home nearby. I, of course, don't really know any of these 60 people I am going to be sending cards to, so what do I write on the cards? I want each to be unique and special for each person. I was thinking about maybe putting a different poem/riddle on each card, but I don't know.. Any ideas please? EASY 10 POINTS!!! It's more of just a holiday greeting card- not a Christmas card.

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A magic moment I remember: I raised my eyes and you were there. A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that's beautiful and rare. I pray to mute despair and anguish To vain pursuits the world esteems, Long did I near your soothing accents, Long did your features haunt my dreams. Time passed- A rebel storm-blast scattered The reveries that once were mine And I forgot your soothing accents, Your features gracefully divine. In dark days of enforced retirement I gazed upon grey skies above With no ideals to inspire me, No one to cry for, live for, love. Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up- you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that`s beautiful and rare.

At Last Displaced as a refugee from a disaster, he sits peacefully over morning coffee and ponders a new life he no longer has to plan for; retirement has come at last. It will take some getting used to . . . being this happy; finally free to explore another place to be. Looking out the window surveying the fruits of his labors, he sighs and smiles.

This dinner is planned for my sister. She taught elementary school for 28 years. I want to have a program along with the dinner. I want ideas for program formats, ideas for songs, retirement poems for teachers, humorous poems, etc.

THis is a poem I wrote about a tractor being "retired" as in if it was just left out in the paddock not used... Retirement Home Im trapped in a junkyard With my fellow tools. My life has come to and end, And I don't know what to do. No plowing, no playing, no mud to pull in No fun for me any more because My tyres are deflated, my paint is flaking to, My body is rusting and so are my tools, Its been 7 winters, and I haven't moved I've sat here waiting, nothing to lose. I'm trapped in this junkyard, Unwanted and unused. Sorry about my spelling and punctuation errors... I haven't proof read it since I was 10 and I wasn't very good at those things....

I love writing poetry and short stories ( I have had a poem published). I also love acting, directing and writing plays and pantomimes and have put these on where I used to work. I would love to join a club/society for any of these as I took early retirement and want to be occupied. I am restricted to havering because of mobility problems. Can you help?

Across the neat trimmed lawns and orfered flower-beds, of the Cosy Rest Retirement Home, Mister Death steps as delicately and nimnbly as a thrush. As constant and caring, as the gardener, as practised and punctual as the district nurse, He watches with mild interest, the grey-haired lady, in number thirty-four, who makes a careful pot of cosied tea and sings a little to herself, then moth-like at the window pane of number thirty-nine, where an old man coughs in a walnut bed, He pauses, pensive... and decides to come by here next day at early magpie time, in case he's needed then. Bruce Lundgren all help appreciated

Across the neat trimmed lawns and orfered flower-beds, of the Cosy Rest Retirement Home, Mister Death steps as delicately and nimnbly as a thrush. As constant and caring, as the gardener, as practised and punctual as the district nurse, He watches with mild interest, the grey-haired lady, in number thirty-four, who makes a careful pot of cosied tea and sings a little to herself, then moth-like at the window pane of number thirty-nine, where an old man coughs in a walnut bed, He pauses, pensive... and decides to come by here next day at early magpie time, in case he's needed then. Bruce Lundgren HELPPP I GIVE 10 POINTS TO WHOEVER HELPS

This teacher has been teaching elementary for 30 years and is retiring. Need help looking for a nice poem for her plaque.

Is there any good websites where I can get a good farewell or retirement poems? Thank you

Its about being born backwards, how we should begin our life old and get younger so we can enjoy our retirement. Does anyone know this poem I would very much be interested in getting a copy of it.

my troop of brownies are getting in front of many ppl sunday for a flag retirement ceremony and reciting this poem what do u think about it. they worked hard on it each girl has a part to say the beginning and ending all the troop say it together. below is the poem-- -------------------------------------- 2-4-6-8 We are the girls of troop 8-1-9-8. We think girl scouting is really great. We are proud to be brownie scouts. We have learned what its all about. We know the Scouting Law and Promise too. We think making crafts are fun to do. A Brownie scout helps out when she is needed. A Try it patch will show a Brownie has succeded You can find us Brownie scouts all around the world. Remember anyone can be a Brownie- You just have to be a GIRL!!

My lal teacher is retiring and I am making a card for her. I wan tto put poems about school and retirement on it. Any ideas?

i need a poem by a book published poet on the following topics : 1. In Womb 2. Baby 3. Toddleer 4. Child 5. Pre teen 6. Adolesence 7. Young Adult 8. College 9. Marriage 10. Career Launch 11. Children 12. Divorce 13. Midlife Crisis 14. Retirement 15. Loosing partner 16. Death I found most of them but i really want more I'm making a book for my grandma, she's a teacher so online poems will piss her off. can u please add links to the poem I dont mind if it's just one poem i really want to mak it nice Thank u soooo much

I'm trying to find a nice, concise word for presenting a consistant theme in a particular poet's work. The poet describes characters and situations which are largely unimpressive, but then elaborates to reveal the splendor and extraordinariness present internally. He deals with the external versus the internal. One example of this is in one of his poems, where the poet introduces an enigmatic character who has been forced into retirement due to physical inability to work, but remains shrewd and perspicacious. The workings of his mind are so indiscernable to the poet, he notes "Nothing escapes him; he escapes us all." Can anyone come up with a word suitable for the theme, or indeed, any words an examiner might like that you think could be appropriate for my answer?

I am hosting a retirement celebration dinner for our outgoing ED who worked with us for 20 years. We are hiring a professional photographer, but would also like to supply disposable cameras on all tables to obtain candid shots. I am looking for a cute saying, or poem to put onto cards that will accompany the cameras. any ideas?

The Dance The security of your neatly order life is quietly unraveling and coming undone; the impact catches and surpises you though you knew this time would come. It seems a cruel illusion that nothing really lasts; it hurts to say goodbye to the work of a youthful past. Through the years you've labored long; meeting each demand strong and steady, now you wonder whether you're truly ready to move on and build something new, because the second half of your life is calling and now it's just really all about you. There's a strange new voice calling your inner wisdom; she's giving you another chance, in the hopes you've learned from what you've lived and finally start to dance. ........Autumn thanks so much for your time to critique this. I really like the suggestions and will continue to work it.

I had him this morning but, got interrupted and now he's gone..... (sigh) I started working on a "write" I started almost a year ago as a challenge and have failed misurably but, I'm now determined to finish the freakin' think even if it kills me! (not literally of coarse *^_^*) It's about a cop who becomes a detective and has been after a certain "mob" member his whole career. He has 2 days till retirement and gets killed but, returns from the dead to put this certain mobster behind bars... What do you think? & Do you have any suggestions for this poem? All the Best, Shad @)~>~ Ok, as requested by Todd (here goes....) This is what I have so far but, everytime I go back to it, I get frustrated LOL Yup, there it sat, oldest cold case in years Mario Dinghotti now, a failure to appear Mofia scum, (lowlife waste of space) Two days till retirement,one final crack at the case Last week I was beamin’ no perp was safe Slammed behind bars to face their fate (Tch), Mario Dinghotti that freakin’ scum bag To now prove his guilt would take all time I had Eh, give me a break no evidence is flying I ask, I check up and still "vics" are dying Oh man, but, the trash I've tossed to the curb N.Y.'S finest lawyer convicting "cons" and "perps" After all the threats recieved I was put under "PO protection" Discised, working under the assumed avoiding my own assassination Mortified was I, as i read the front page I was'nt the least surprised one bit "Woman Found Slain after Mofia Rage" Mario, Jake and the rest of the outfit

Ok, so my mom is retiring and we are not close at all. But she is my mother and has been there for me. I have no idea what to get her for her retirement. I don't want to give her some sappy poem that doesn't reign true. I don't want to give her a gift the the spa because that goes away once she leaves and she won't remember. I don't want to give her a trip of any sort because that too goes away and plus I would have to pay for the step father to go as well. Any ideas? I am looking to spend like $100-$175. Please help me I am at a lose and I am running out of time!!!!!! She has enough jewlery to last two lifetimes and she doesn't wear any of it & she has a huge jewlery box to hold it all.

It is commonly spoken at a military retirement ceremony. I can find the words to it no where on the internet... thanks for any help!

5/16/2006 John P. W. My Father’s Old Brown Coat The old brown coat was tattered and slack, the first time I put it on. The frayed sleeves ran past my fingertips and the zipper was missing a tooth. I can imagine it now like a person, petitioning for retirement, a quiet perch in a darkened closet. When I was a young man, the old brown coat came to rest in my closet. Occasionally, I’d bring it out on cool autumn nights for more than just warmth. Soon, other more colorful and sporty synthetics arrived, with no humble stitching. In a crease of morning sunlight peeking in through the backdoor, I found a hefty bag full of ancient clothes resting on a chair, some too small, others of distorted fashions that have since gone out of mood. They had been gathered to put to more worthy uses than just clogging up space. Hanging on back of the chair was an old brown coat, This was my father’s old brown coat. The room was suddenly a bit nippy. And an image of a young man came to mind. He was coming through the door after having been gone for so long. I smiled as I slipped into the coat like a mouse into a warm pouch. But the sleeves hadn’t kept up with my arms. My hands fell into the pockets and found lint and the holes change used to discover. I wanted to put this old brown coat back in my closet so I could see it now and then. I almost did. But then I thought of the coat, not as an article of clothing to posses, but as an article of love to pass on.