Charles Dickens
his novels began as writing compositions
with hilarity and kindness, he wrote of the poor
with stories we still love that from his pen did pour
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charles dickens, tribute,
Form: Clerihew
Social critic and novelist Charles Dickens -
The plot of his every book so interestingly thickens!
Not only the creator of Scrooge was he;
He revived the Christmas spirit for you and for me.
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charles dickens, writing,
Form: Clerihew
love through sacrifice even unto death . . . a lost soul’s hope for salvation
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charles dickens, writing,
Form: Monoku
Oliver Twist
Great Expectations
A Christmas Carol
author Charles Dickens
worked in a boot-blacking factory at age twelve
after father was sent to debtor’s prison
campaigned vigorously for children’s rights
Categories:
charles dickens, write,
Form: Free verse
Oh, don’t flatter me with presents from the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Tis the season for nostalgia, but those feelings never last.
It’s a gift-wrapped empty promise not worth tuppence on the street,
Or a ticket to the opera when you’ve nothing left to eat.
Oh, don’t weary me with visions from the Ghost of Christmas Gone.
It’s a fairy tale for paupers who’ll be just as poor come dawn.
I’ve no sympathy for indolence, nor ignorance and want.
If you’re looking for compassion, find another bank to haunt.
Oh, don’t bother me with worries from the Ghost of Christmas Done.
Send those children of the gutter to the workhouse, every one!
Put their noses to the grindstone in a more productive game;
Earning porridge making bootstraps for the barefoot and the lame.
Oh, don’t humbug me with pleadings from the Ghost of Christmas Lost.
Sir, the figures on my balance sheet won’t justify the cost.
So, our business is concluded and I’m free to wash my hands.
Tell the Sisters of St. Alban’s, the eviction notice stands!
Categories:
charles dickens, allegory, christmas,
Form: Lyric
Yesterday I swear I saw Charles Dickens
His quaint style today would take a lickin' --
So he's changed up the Dodger
Now he's the 'Artful Todger' --
He whips it out ~ the plot really thickens
Categories:
charles dickens, books, character, humor, identity,
Form: Limerick
David Copperfield's Great Expectations
Oliver Twist's Hard Times
Tale of Two Cities, No Christmas Carol
Dickens' Novels -- Poetry Sans Rhymes
Categories:
charles dickens, literature, poetry,
Form: Epigram
"Miss Stokes, what do you think Pip was thinking?"
Uh-oh. I possibly should not have pretended to be my twin today.
I am taking her classes, pretending I am sick, rather than she.
This is 7th grade English, and I have not even heard the word
Great Expectations because my twin hates English as much as I
despise math.
In my English class we are tearing sentences apart and doing boring tree things out of them.
Um....
"I think I have to go to the bathroom!" I yell, clutching myself, running out of the classroom.
My classmates laugh.
Some have been laughing through math and science too.
They all know which twin I am.
It is only the teachers who cannot tell us apart.
I return to see a pop quiz face down on my sister's desk.
The first question is about Pip with enough space to write
sixteen paragraphs.
I begin cautiously.
"Pip is a wonderful dog," I write.....
Categories:
charles dickens, 10th grade, 6th grade,
Form: Free verse
Charles Dickens
was said to be the pickings
of literature in the nineteenth century,
but I couldn't make it pass page three!
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charles dickens, bereavement, books, funny, ,
Form: Clerihew
Chuzzlewit Chuzzlewit
Nicolas Nickleby
Pickwick, Scrooge, Dombey
And more of their kind
Two hundred years, filled with
Dickensiania
Real, just like you:
It is all in the mind
Categories:
charles dickens, anniversary,
Form: Double Dactyl
Let's stroll down the London old silent streets,
where the stones of cathedrals never age,
when the orange sun sets on the London Bridge,
and the grotesque, historical Buckingham Palace;
look down: the Thames River gently flows like perfect rhyme,
to revive with its waves' sound someone's lost dreams,
while lampposts await darkness to arrive...
isn't this the city that Charles Dickens loved as deeply as Catherine's face?
Pride of England: the glory of what it was and
still is for all the English that adore their land...
even Shakespeare with his theatrical mind, must have felt great emotion
in contemplating it near dusk to give him an instant surge of inspiration.
London's Dawn-7:40 pm
Categories:
charles dickens, dedication, lost love, nature,
Form: Rhyme