nahid+karim

Cold December

Gathering food as a cold dusk descends, A crisp December underneath a powdered sky,

Kansas City planes, so the day ends, Beside a stove you pause to wonder why.

Staring alone at glowing December, Then both looking up at the distant day,

You look at the sky and you remember, After the embers have faded away.

For you know there'll be nights colder than this, And memories that thought cannot be remembered ,

When the only thing you can do is miss, Wondering why beside the campfire on cold December.

For hard work is part of all that is good, And I look forward to gathering food.

Ode to My Parents;

Ode to two, who are valuable to me, But even so priceless is their care.

Ode to father Smart and Strict, Ode to mother Simple and All caring,

You both have faced challenges with me. You seemed but to never give up.

Even you have knowledge of my habits, But your wisdom of my future is great.

Life will never be the same with out you two. For those days I wish never to see!

One ode to two Great parents

BY Nahid Karim

Don’t leave me;

Come, come and visit me and talk to me, Come and tell me you miss me.

Come and promise to me that, One day you will not ditch me.

Give me your soothing touch, This world is out to prick me.

Without you I cannot live, Why, sentence of death, wish upon me.

I am on the verge of death, Quickly put me out of my misery and save, me.

I have now lost all my hope, Please, come, do not trick me

MY poetry is a reflection of my inner thought and the way I am, I try to put a

little but of my thoughts and outlook on things in my poetry. As of my ode to my

parents was very sensitive to me as my family is the most priceless thing to me, and

I can also reflect off of cold December because sometimes one gets a feel that just

Explained, because you ponder on what the universe has in store for you and it

Draws a lot of mixed emotion from me. Also lately I feel that there is way more for

Me to fond out but I don’t think I could have enough time to see it all. Some times I

Would feel as if that I am always being watched and it is really weird. But my don’t

Leave me is kind of really strong personal feelings mixed with sadness in life. Which

For me is unusual because I am a very care free person and I think I can get by in life

like that. but now I know that, that can only get me nowhere. So I try to make sense

of my situation in my poetry and share it.

INTRODUCTION TO PETRY By Billy collins

I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.

Some Days by Billy Collins

Some days I put the people in their places at the table, bend their legs at the knees, if they come with that feature, and fix them into the tiny wooden chairs.

All afternoon they face one another, the man in the brown suit, the woman in the blue dress, perfectly motionless, perfectly behaved.

But other days, I am the one who is lifted up by the ribs, then lowered into the dining room of a dollhouse to sit with the others at the long table.

Very funny, but how would you like it if you never knew from one day to the next if you were going to spend it

striding around like a vivid god, your shoulders in the clouds, or sitting down there amidst the wallpaper, staring straight ahead with your little plastic face?

The Golden Years by Billy Collins

All I do these drawn-out days is sit in my kitchen at Pheasant Ridge where there are no pheasants to be seen and last time I looked, no ridge.

I could drive over to Quail Falls and spend the day there playing bridge, but the lack of a falls and the absence of quail would only remind me of Pheasant Ridge.

I know a widow at Fox Run and another with a condo at Smokey Ledge. One of them smokes, and neither can run, so I’ll stick to the pledge I made to Midge.

Who frightened the fox and bulldozed the ledge? I ask in my kitchen at Pheasant Ridge.

MY POETS NAME IS MR. BILLY COLLINS AND I CHOSE THREE OF HIS

MOST INTERESTING POEMS, BUT THEY ARE MY OPINION AND YOU MAY FIND

THEM SO BUT IF YOU DO SEEM TO ENJOY THEM WILL PRECEED. THE POEM “

INTRODUCTION TO POETRY CAUGHT MY ATTENTION BECAUSE IT SEEMED TO BE

VERY SELF EXPLANATORY AND THE TITLE IT SELF ALSO WAS AN EXCELENT

ATTENTION GETTER AND IT INTRIGUED ME VERY MUCH. AND WHERE HE SAY “ I

WANT THEM TO WATER SKI ACROSS THE POEM”, I LIKED BECAUSE HE IS

ENCOURAGING YOUNG POETS TO THINK THAT WAY AND TO SHOW THEM A WAY

TO POETRY. I ON THE OTHER HAND JUST SHARE MY WITS AND FEELINGS

WITH PEOPLE, BUT ALSO I SOME CASES BILLY AND I SHARE COMMON ETHICS IN OUR POETRY.

BILLY WHO HAS A LOT OF SUCCESSES WITH HIS POETRY, WHICH I PROBABLY WONT HAVE

BUT I TRY AND HOPE THESE POEMS AFFECT THE READERS IN POSITIVE WAY.

SO THAT IS MY WAY OF COMPARING MR. COLLINS, AND HIS WORK HAS BEEN AN INSPERATION TO A LOT OF ME, AND I

SAY THAT BECAUSE HIS WORK HAS BEE A TREMENDOUS AMOUNT OF HELP AND GUIDE FOR ME.