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Vincent Burns' sonnet is anagrammed into another holiday sonnet with a fitting acrostic.

Sonnet For Christmas

These are the things our Christmas Day should leave
Untarnished and untouched by dust and blight:
The warm, sweet kindliness of Christmas Eve,
Its heavenly glow of rapture and delight;
The breathless wonder that the stars awake;
The new-found faith that where a child is born
There is a little life for God's own sake,
Though lowly be its lot on Christmas morn;
The wide good-will we feel for all mankind
And that true peace that heals the aching mind.
And though the hurrying years be loud with strife,
A radiance lives that all men yet shall see,
A golden glory, rich with fullest life,
When each shall know his own divinity.

A Cheerful Holiday-Themed Poem

My main intent is not to bring you down,
Earth's gradual destruction notwithstanding;
Right now, we must disguise each baleful frown...
Right now, this Yuletide schedule is demanding:
Your hearts swell when this dashing caroler
Chants "Carol of the Bells" and "Deck the Halls";
How ravishing and valued is the glare
Red ornaments reflect onto this wall!
I know the weather's harsh, but days like these
Shall thankfully provide this sane relief;
The glow in windows and the hearty trees
Might be the cue to halt the dark belief.
As snow falls from the heavens to each yard,
Still we have faith that life is not that hard.

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USA For Africa
We Are The World

(Lionel Richie) There comes a time when we heed a certain call
(Stevie Wonder) When the world must come together as one
There are people dying (Paul Simon) And it's time to lend a hand
To life, the greatest gift of all

(Kenny Rogers) We can't go on pretending day by day
(James Ingram) That someone, somewhere will soon make a change
(Tina Turner) We're all a part of God's great big family
(Billy Joel) And the truth, you know love is all we need

(Michael Jackson) We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day, so let's start giving
(Diana Ross) There's a choice we're making, we're saving our own lives
It's true, we'll make a better day, just you and me

(Dionne Warwick) Well, send them your heart so they know that someone cares
(Willie Nelson) And their lives will be stronger and free
As God has shown us by turning stone to bread
(Al Jarreau) And so we all must lend a helping hand

(Bruce Springsteen) We are the world, we are the children
(Kenny Loggins) We are the ones who make a brighter day, so let's start giving
(Steve Perry) There's a choice we're making, we're saving our own lives
(Daryl Hall) It's true, we'll make a better day, just you and me

(Michael Jackson) When you're down and out, there seems no hope at all
(Huey Lewis) But if you just believe, there's no way we can fall
(Cyndi Lauper) Well, let's realize that a change can only come
(Kim Carnes) When we stand together as one

(Everyone) We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day so let's start giving
There's a choice we're making, we're saving our own lives
It's true, we'll make a better day, just you and me.

Walter Newboldt and the Degenerate Online Contaminators
We Are The Trolls

(Walter Newboldt) it's shocking, indeed, but we have ot say goodbye,
'cause larry and us merely can't see eye ot eye.
(ELBIGRA) We are all geniuses here; it's a keen and valued clan...
We just like saying "Hemeralopian"!

("credit counseling") since i was YOUNG, i had an awesome DREAM:
to ruin this EARTH with a careless CREDIT scheme...
(Chris Roycroft-Davis) Well, we all wanted to get rich, to one day make it big -
Or at least get a better-looking wig!

(Walter Newboldt) we are teh trolls, we are teh spammers,
we are those jerks taht millions wanna kill wiht wooden hammers;
from now on, you wont have ot see us curse and whine...
(Jack Ford) We're going, but we hope you had a damn good TINE!

(Herc) I like reading anagrams. They rekindle awe and dread...
Then again, I hear several voices in my head.

(Walter Newboldt) we are teh trolls, we are teh spammers,
we are all reeking, ugly geeks that have these awkward stammers;
you are all killjoys here, so we'll just wave and scram...
(Chris Roycroft-Davis) Yeah, and I'm suing you, jerks! I *invented* anagrams!

(Herc) When you are slightly glum and you don't know where to go,
You can change the channel to the Truman show!
(ELBIGRA) Nyctalopian! The Reptile! These weird words won't relent...
What the hell, I'll just blame the government!

(Everyone) We are the trolls, we are the spammers,
We are all sweating, unapologetic Jeffrey Dahmers;
If you miss our entries and eerie rants, just know
We'll always be where we belong... talk-radio!

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Below is a Shakespeare sonnet with some relevance to this recent tragedy, anagrammed into another sonnet which contains an initial-letters acrostic of a fitting phrase. There's also another constraint, the anagram is also based entirely on a saying by Persian prophet Bahaullah, which it also quotes down every 3rd-to-last word: "So powerful is the light of unity, that it can illuminate the whole Earth."

A Sonnet by William Shakespeare

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

One Avid Vow To Come Together Soon

How strong are winds when they so gaily thrash,
And savage waves, how powerful their crash!
In tense, uneasy times, what is the shield
That saves us from this fate the Heavens wield?
I'd like to think that we can light the way
Despite the bad commotion of each day
Once we achieve the unity of hearts...
No force would fade that gleam that it imparts.
As our keen union grows, it can reclaim
The Elements and show they can be tamed;
Its fair rays can illuminate the night -
Once scattered brothers of the globe unite!
No rain, nor blazes of the whole damn sun
Should damage us if we're on Earth as one.

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Virgil's poetic description is anagrammed into a yearning bride's ode, which also outlines a volcano when the letters comprising the word ETNA are marked and the letter L (Lava) is colored red in the poem's body.

Short verse outlining Mount Etna, Virgil's Aeneid, Book III

The port capacious, and secure from wind,
Is to the foot of thund'ring Etna joined.
By turns a pitchy cloud she rolls on high:
By turns hot embers from her entrails fly,
And flakes of mounting flames, that lick the sky.
Oft from her bowels massy rocks are thrown,
And shivered by the force come piece-meal down.
Oft liquid lakes of burning sulphur flow,
Fed from the fiery springs that boil below.

Burnt Remnant Of A Pain Felt Beneath

How do I miss my groom's firm hug!
My dour odes all long for you,
Your broken smiles and comic shrug;
Your skin or all the tricks you do.
How ripe I felt last March, if brisk!
Such peaceful inlet of tomorrows,
Of free thrill-seeking and of risk;
Swift, gentle love - quite void of sorrow...
Shreds can enable one sad nip
Without the bubbly springs to sip,
Yet fresh-fetched haven can't forbid
The faint jolt the enchantment hid.

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A Dickinson poem about a snake anagrammed into a sonnet unmasking the real snake in the book of Genesis; the snake is also revealed graphically in the anagram's poem body once all the words containing an S are colored green.

The Snake
(By Emily Dickinson)

A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him - did you not?
His notice sudden is.

The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.

He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,

Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun -
When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.

Several of nature's people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;

But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.

Indications of the Snake in the Oasis
(The view of a hidden fiend)

The tale of Eden in the Book, I find,
Blamed poor Eve or the reptile for wrongdoing -
But, faced with a pronouncement so unkind,
I'd hint the old accounts need some reviewing.
What urged that treacherous or rash portrayal,
From men - who sure can best it as a clan?
They're common boys who seek a sly betrayal,
They'll toil to risk a kiss - sans any plan;
Their ardor is a soft, engrossing fraud,
Their honor is an easy, shallow con...
It would be sad to hiss at women "flawed",
Omitting the vignettes I touched upon.
That one cool serpent, loathed in every way,
Can be foul Adam - gazing at the prey.

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Below is George Herbert's poem 'Easter' anagrammed into 4 successive short poems dealing with each of the 4 seasons. As a twist, there's also a 5th poem about April.


I got me flowers to straw Thy way,
I got me boughs off many a tree;
But Thou wast up by break of day,
And brought'st Thy sweets along with Thee.

Yet though my flowers be lost, they say
A heart can never come too late;
Teach it to sing Thy praise this day,
And then this day my life shall date.


This white sunbeam
May yet burst through,
To heat mates teamed
As knots of two.


On this big day,
The tatty clouds
Along the way
Become a crowd.


Suave tomtits sing,
Yet loathe the spray;
They flap their wings,
Then flee that grey.


A line so gay
Of dewy flowers,
Bathed by that ray
Of early hours.

These 4 poems are actually also 4 quarters of a longer poem dealing with Easter weather...

This   white sunbeam, on this big day,
May yet burst through the tatty clouds,
To heat  mates teamed along the way,
As   knots   of   two become a crowd.
Suave   tomtits  sing a line so gay,
Yet loathe  the spray of dewy flowers;
They flap their wings bathed by that ray -
Then  flee  that grey of early hours.

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Updated: May 10, 2016


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