Category: Poems

To Di-

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Terror in my heart
Rests placid,
Like a corrosive acid,
That bores though my mind.
Not a breath of calm it leaves behind.
Such breathing to look forward to
Is what drove me to find you.
But you are caught up in World Power
And upon questing hearts you rule and glower.

Terror in my heart rests placid
Making its present beats strange and flaccid;
Something it’s not a stranger to:
The world has had its share before you;
But now two oppressors it cannot endure.
Quick! Quick! There’s got to be some cure!
Do I let it burn, shrivel and die?
Hope for Providence to hear its silent cry?
Do I let the world and you succeed?
Or find ways to make you both cry and bleed?

The Gryffindor Song.

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In the Great Hall of Hogwarts School,
There are the Houses Four;
And, of these Four Houses, one
Was named after Godric Gryffindor.

The Sorting Hat, that first belonged to him,
Is now a sorting tool;
And all the First Year students must
Have it on, per the School Rule.

For it, on being worn, shakes and frets,
And then lets the school know,
Which House the student belongs to,
With one, loud Gryffindor roar.

To be in Gryffindor, one must
Be brave and full of nerve –
To face all of Life’s challenges –
Good and bad – with the same, strong verve!

Chivalry, too, stands high and proud,
Amidst the students here,
For it includes all the things
Which to Gryffindor are dear.

From Bravery that we talked of,
To Honour and Courtesy,
From Protecting the weak and timid,
To Fairness and Generosity.

So here at the House of Gryffindor,
You will find those Ideal Few,
Who brave all of Life’s problems
And manage to solve them, too.

My House of Gryffindor.

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Here is my House – born from the name
Of the great wizard, Godric Gryffindor.
Who was a warlock tough and honourable,
Fiercely strong as the wind on a moor.

His best trait though lay not in Power,
Or Honour, or Bravery beyond logic.
But in the very fact that he let All
Join Hogwarts, to enrich the gift of magic.

The Hat that judges with cool wisdom,
The Sword embedded with rubies red,
Belonged to this man who esteemed
Knowledge and Fairness, which was inbred.

Gryffindor, then, is the House,
Of vibrant Red mixed with Gold,
Where the Lion’s Emblem stands guard,
To stop any evil – be it new or old.

It produces students who are exceptional,
As regards their courage, which never ends,
As regards their determination and
The code of loyalty amongst friends.

Here is my House where I am loved,
Here is my House – Gryffindor!
Here are my brave, loyal and courageous friends –
Why should I possibly ask for more?