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Dreams by Langston Hughes

Trees by Joyce Kilmer

Be Glad Your Nose is on Your FaceBy Jack PrelutskyAs an ESL teacher teaching English to non native speakers, poems are the essence of language. Any language that be, poetry holds beauty of that language. I make this poem mine for a minute and hold these words in my mouth. I make this language mine for a minute and return it back to its owner. Xoxo

Did I tell you that I have fallen for EdnaOr her wordsOr her art,Or just a fragmentA part.Does it qualify as an inclination Or a crush.To say fallen- is defeat.To love someoneIs indeed.A loss of self-To deplete.So much so thatWe human can only empty ourselves to a limit.To the last brink.I must confess-We come back to fill ourselves to brim.- S. Thapa

Years ago I heard a wonderful recitation of Sonnet no XVII by Tom O'Bedlam and yesterday the night sky compelled me to read this sonnet. You can hear the thunder at the background. It's time to revive this channel

Another Reddit find

Found this poem on Reddit and absolutely fell in love with the words

“Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. “

An elegy written for his best friend Arthur Henry Hallam who died of a brain Haemorrhage at the age of 22, the poet never recovered from the loss. He immortalised the latter in his verse In Memoriam. Arthur was also engaged to Tennyson's sister, Emilia Tennyson

“I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.” -Lord Tennyson ‘In Memoriam' And with this, we have reached the conclusion of Tuck Shop. While opinions may differ, some may love it while others may not. Endings are always bittersweet; perhaps that's why we dread to part. Words alone cannot fully express the depth of my gratitude for such a wonderful and compassionate audience, as all of you have been. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for accompanying me on this remarkable journey. This is not the end, but rather a new beginning, and within me lie many untold stories that yearn to be heard. I hope you will once again patiently wait for me. Love Sonia

“... For everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. O never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. ...”

They say that Indifference is the key, but I do not know how to sit in silence without love, For I'll always be … the more loving one.,

"The Tyger" is a poem written by William Blake, published as part of his collection "Songs of Experience" in 1794. The poem consists of six quatrains, and it explores the themes of creation, destruction, and the duality of nature.

Written and Narrated by Sonia Thapa. Sound edit- Pankaj Shastri. Art by Negacy Angom. Concept part 1 by Donny Lama

I measure every Grief I meet by Emily Dickinson

Art by Lourdes Saraiva @pinterest

Happy Halloween!

A strange story to stir your grey matter into black. Thank you Pankaj for the sound mixing

I'll be a bad writer, If my words Do not resonate or ring inside your head. Don't like me, A bad writer. But love me, I do not mind if you hate.

Kehi kura Kani- Thank you @PankajShastri for the mix

“I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.” ― Kahlil Gibran, The Madman

Are there any mute dogs in this world? I like them but I am walking on thin ice here

The poem is a satirical work of Nissim Ezekiel about the Indianization of the English language on native tongue. The poet is an observer rather than a mocker, as he laughs in good humour at the usage of the colonised language which the native tongue has made its own.

Disclaimer: not an autobiography. Art by Negacy Angom. Sound edit- Pankaj Shastri. Concept part 1- Donny Lama

Invictus means unconquerable or undefeated in Latin was written in 1875 by William Ernest Henley.

By Kate Sarah . Why do you love the things you love? There are some things in life that has no purpose yet you love doing it anyway. Perhaps if you seek the purpose of Art it has no definite purpose but to be what it already is.

Turning Beyoncé songs into podcast

Dense in the head

It is not easy to forgive Ted Hughes. But the man suffered enough. I fell in with the crow anthology in college and here is one of his poems

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through -

1st audio I recorded in a single breath

Do not go gentle into that good night" is a poem in the form of a villanelle by Welsh poet Dylan Thomas

Happy Birthday John. You were a good boy

'Dulce et Decorum Est', bring to life the physical and mental trauma of combat. Owen's aim was to tell the truth about what he called 'the pity of War'.

And thus we sit together now, And all night long we have not stirred, And yet God has not said a word!

Because I am excessively sad today... and I think I fueled in my sadness to the poem

"As a child fat was the first word people used to describe me, which didn't offend me, until I found out it was supposed to."

The rise of Oligarchy tyranny in a modern age written and documented by the hands of socialist Jack London

“Funeral Blues” was written by the British poet W.H. Auden  and first published in 1938. It's a poem about the immensity of grief

We make ourselves a place apart Behind light words that tease and flout, But oh, the agitated heart Till someone find us really out. 'Tis pity if the case require (Or so we say) that in the end We speak the literal to inspire The understanding of a friend. But so with all, from babes that play At hide-and-seek to God afar, So all who hide too well away Must speak and tell us where they are.

Now dogs pretend they like to fight; They often bark, more seldom bite; But yet a Dog is, on the whole, What you would call a simple soul. Of course I'm not including Pekes, And such fantastic canine freaks. The usual Dog about the Town Is much inclined to play the clown And far from showing too much pride Is frequently undignified. He's very easily taken in- Just chuck him underneath the chin Or slap his back or shake his paw, And he will gambol and guffaw. He's such an easy-going lout, He'll answer any hail or shout. Again I must remind you that A Dog's a Dog - A CAT'S A CAT.

Narrated by Sonia Thapa

Narrated by Sonia Thapa

I do not completely own the script. Tuckshop is a dream of many individuals. I hope you'll love like we do.

An extended METAPHOR for those who can understand

I should stop creating stuffs when I am sad

Mary Oliver was a Pulitzer Prize winner American Poet whose poems are filled with intricacies of nature. It speaks of secret in lines, and about the human world and its complexities with that of nature.

भूपी शेरचन – शहिदिरुको सम्झनामा हुँदैन भबहान भमभमिरे मा तारा झरे र नगए बन्दैन मुलुक दुई-चार सपूत मरे र नगए ओठमा हाुँसो, गालामा लाली तब आउुँछ जगत ्‌को देशको पीरलेिेटी जब वीरलेचढाउुँछ रगतको घाुँटीमा फाुँसीको माला गाुँसी वीरलेहाुँस्ता मातृिूभमको चरण ढोगी िाग्दछ दासता उम्रन्न बोट कसैलेबीउ छरे र नगए हामीलेखानेप्रत्येक गाुँसमा रगत छ शहीदको हामीलेफे नेप्रत्येक सासमा रगत छ शहीदको हाम्रो मुटुको प्रत्येक चालमा छ धिकन शहीदको हाम्रो खुशीको प्रत्येक पलमा छ जीवन शहीदको पाउनेभिएन ं खुशी भतन ्‌लेछािेर नगए हामीलेआफ्नो कतिब्य भबसेइभतहासलेभधक्कालाि गोली भनलेका शहीदका प्यारा ती लाशलेभधक्कालाि धरतीलेमुख लाजलेछोप्ला, आकाशलेभधक्कालाि शहीद रोलान हामीलेउन्न्ती गरे र नगए हुँदैन भबहान भमभमिरे मा तर झरे र नगए बन्दैन मुलुका दुई-चार सपूत मरे र नगए

Published in 1976, Love after Love by Derek Walcott is love poem with a message i.e to love oneself

All these words are not mine but someone else's. These stories are mine but someone else's

Sonnet by Ed Millay BGM first Love by Heesu Ahn