Poetry Friday: Who Said What (Not Your Mother's Kumbaya)

I'm taking a very deep breath. How to round-up 46 posts for Poetry Friday? Maybe if I talk at the speed of light?

Or maybe I'll let each of you around the circle, one by one, recite the poetry you found. (No need to hold hands; it's not Kumbaya or anything.) Just imagine each voice below saying their line, and let all the words bump against each other and make a new poem. (I especially like MotherReader's harried soul bumping up against Emily Dickinson's lazy grass.) I kept everyone's post in the order I received it, but it was SO tempting to re-arrange. (I'll let you do that yourselves. Report back.) And when you get done reading it that way, all serious-like, take a breath and go back through, following my slightly ribald suggestion at the end. (Hey, Shakespeare did ribald!)

Adventures in Daily Living: "World, World, I cannot hold thee close enough!"
Sam Riddleburger: "COURTESY"
David E.: "A poet named Nash/scribbled lines in a flash..."
Cuentecitos: "I weep for you," the Walrus said. "I deeply sympathize."
AmoXcalli: "And I shall have some peace there..."
Jama Rattigan: "God have mercy on the sinner/Who must write with no dinner..."
hipwritermama: "I had a little nut-tree/Nothing would it bear..."
Michele: "The brief night goes/In babble and revel and wine."
Mary Lee: "Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books..."
Stacey: Hurt no living thing."
Tricia: "Six chocolate bars!" (A SMILE)
Literacy Teacher: "He teeters, skitters, tingles, teases..."
TadMack: "It will be hard to let go/of what i said to myself/about myself..."
Book Buds: "Though War is old/It has not become wise..."
Wild Rose Reader: "A can can roll - or not..."
Karen Edmisten: "About suffering, they were never wrong..."
Literary Safari: This is just to say..."
Jules: "Tell me lean, green one,/What would you be?"
NoWheyMama: "September has come, it is hers..."
Laura Salas (15 words or less): "it will be exhilarating instead of embarrassing!"
Laura Salas: "I almost died/of foolishness in beautiful Florida."
Semicolon: " What profanations these/That seek to dim the glories/Of apple-pie and cheese!"
Kelly (Big A, Little a): "The truth is seldom welcome,/especially at dinner..."
Chicken Spaghetti: "I give way to you."
Jone: "summer's last dance..."
The Simple and the Ordinary: "A circle is round/it has no end..."
John Mutford: "There was a young bard of Japan/whose limericks never would scan...."
Charlotte: "The railroad track is miles away,/And the day is loud with voices speaking..."
Kelly Fineman: "She liked whate'er /She looked on, and her looks went everywhere."
cloudscome: "Oh that teacher says keep yo/eyes up on the screen!"
divatobe: "permission denied" (Can we fix this?)
Little Willow: "Let me in, you kids!"
cloudscome (2): "We'll make an anthology out of the walls..."
Poetry For Children: "I loved my friend./He went away from me."
Becky: "Together, you and I could form a sentence that's complete."
MotherReader: "Am I too old to run away from home?"
Miss Erin: "The Grass so little has to do-A Sphere of simple Green-"
Lisa (Passionately Curious): "Orange on orange. Autumn came..."
Jennie (BiblioFile): "Last week, we ate apples and honey, then..."
Liz in Ink: "It's never too late..."
Book Buds(2): "Peace will come upon us..."
Crispus Attucks: "you in deep, deep trouble."
Tiel Aisha Ansari: "Don't look down..."
LindaBudz: "Where shall we adventure, to-day that we're afloat...?"
whimsy: "Tell me, O Octopus, I begs.."
Becky (at Farm School): "to remember for ever and ever..."

Now, if you don't mind a bit of mild irreverence towards poetry, move from serious to silly by channeling John Green. That's right, add "in your pants" to each line. (Parties always get a little out of control at the end.)

P.S. If I didn't get your post in this roundup, no worries. Just leave a comment and I'll add you. You'll still be in the drawing for the poetry mug. I'll give everyone until tomorrow at noon to link or comment here.