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POEM: SACRED EMILY BY GERTRUDE STEIN Compose compose beds. Wives of great men rest tranquil. Come go stay philip philip. Egg be takers. Parts of place nuts. Suppose twenty for cent. It is rose in hen. Come one day. A firm terrible a firm terrible hindering, a firm hindering have a ray nor pin nor. Egg in places. Egg in few insists. In set a place. I am not missing. Who is a permit. POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: SAFELY HOME BY ANONYMOUS I am home in heaven, dear ones; All's so happy, all so bright! There's perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light. All the pain and grief are over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the Valley of the Shade? Oh! but Jesus' love illumined Every darkand fearful glade.
POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORD As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: TO THE SNIPE BY JOHN CLARE Lover of swampsThe quagmire over grownWith hassock tufts of sedge--where fear encampsAround thy home aloneThe trembling grassQuakes from the human footNor bears the weight of man to let him passWhere thou alone and muteSittest at restIn safety neath the clumpOf hugh flag forrest that thy haunts investOr some old sallow stumpThriving on seamsThat tiney island swellJust hilling POEM: THE OLD SAILOR BY A. A. MILNE There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew Who had so many things which he wanted to do That, whenever he thought it was time to begin, He couldn't because of the state he was in. He was shipwrecked, and lived on an island for weeks, And he wanted a hat, and he wanted some breeks; And he wanted some nets, or a line and some hooks For the turtles and things which you read POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: THE HOUND OF HEAVEN BY FRANCIS THOMPSON The Hound of Heaven. by Francis Thompson. I fled Him down the nights and down the days. I fled Him down the arches of the years. I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways. Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears. I hid from him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped and shot precipitated. POEM: THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS BY RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,--In sooth a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.Never, I ween,Was a prouder seen,Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!In POETRYNOOK.COM: POEM SEARCH ENGINE, DATABASE, & FORUM FORPOETRYSTORIESFORUMNEWSSTORERHYMES Includes a broad array of poets, from famous poets to spoken poets. Poetry search engine, database, forum, and poetry contests for thelyrical mind.
POEM: SACRED EMILY BY GERTRUDE STEIN Compose compose beds. Wives of great men rest tranquil. Come go stay philip philip. Egg be takers. Parts of place nuts. Suppose twenty for cent. It is rose in hen. Come one day. A firm terrible a firm terrible hindering, a firm hindering have a ray nor pin nor. Egg in places. Egg in few insists. In set a place. I am not missing. Who is a permit. POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: SAFELY HOME BY ANONYMOUS I am home in heaven, dear ones; All's so happy, all so bright! There's perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light. All the pain and grief are over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the Valley of the Shade? Oh! but Jesus' love illumined Every darkand fearful glade.
POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORD As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: TO THE SNIPE BY JOHN CLARE Lover of swampsThe quagmire over grownWith hassock tufts of sedge--where fear encampsAround thy home aloneThe trembling grassQuakes from the human footNor bears the weight of man to let him passWhere thou alone and muteSittest at restIn safety neath the clumpOf hugh flag forrest that thy haunts investOr some old sallow stumpThriving on seamsThat tiney island swellJust hilling POEM: THE OLD SAILOR BY A. A. MILNE There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew Who had so many things which he wanted to do That, whenever he thought it was time to begin, He couldn't because of the state he was in. He was shipwrecked, and lived on an island for weeks, And he wanted a hat, and he wanted some breeks; And he wanted some nets, or a line and some hooks For the turtles and things which you read POEM: THE HOUND OF HEAVEN BY FRANCIS THOMPSON The Hound of Heaven. by Francis Thompson. I fled Him down the nights and down the days. I fled Him down the arches of the years. I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways. Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears. I hid from him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped and shot precipitated. POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS BY RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,--In sooth a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.Never, I ween,Was a prouder seen,Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!In POEM: SAFELY HOME BY ANONYMOUS I am home in heaven, dear ones; All's so happy, all so bright! There's perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light. All the pain and grief are over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the Valley of the Shade? Oh! but Jesus' love illumined Every darkand fearful glade.
THE MODERN MEN
How can I call them modern men? They are still barbaric, use weapons in lieu of words of wisdom. From the musket to the missile, they have advanced in the technology of massacre. New widows and orphans are manufactured and preserved in misery. How can I call them educated? Their thoughts are still bent like the curved pines in the CrookedForest.
A GLIMPSE | POETRY NOOK This butterfly now flutters byand, on each wing, a giant eyeconceals she is a fragile souldarting about you as you strollwhile trees and shrubs whisper and sigh.She flutters low, flutters high,then settles on a salsify.You stop and watch, getting to know this butterfly.What flower, though, can ever tieher wings to Earth? When blossoms dryand flowers fade and grasses growand WEST SHORE | POETRY NOOK This place possessed you:the essence of it, borne on sea spraysank into your bones.Fleeting light on soft grey waves,their lilting sussurationsflowed through eyes and earsto sow a seed of it in youthat took root and grewlike sea grass, swayingin the tides of lifebut tenacious, holding onto bring you back, and back again.It was two-way osmosis:pervading everything, this shoreinA CONSPIRACY THEORY
Peter says to PaulLet's climb on the wallAnd peer over the other side,Is the pasture green and wide?Abdul says to RasoolI am nobody's foolWhich side of the bread is butter,Or burnt, I know better.Jacob says to JosephWhy do they all make fuss?We will inherit them all --the pasture, the bread and the wall.Sunjay says to VijayLet's join this fray,Take their salt and sweatuntil TWENTY-EIGHT MEDITATIONS ON FINDING A STREET PIANO Our young lives are changed by music andour small fingers struggle.A piano turns up on a building site in Paris. Broken strings crash,the piano falls down drunk, it chuckles and hammers its strings.When I am weary, I play Haydn.Do not ask how to play—go and find a proper teacher. Doviolence, rip out the keys if you can’t get it right.INSPIRATION HUNT
Leave the rifle in the gun chest,and the sword in its scabbard.They will do you no goodon the hunt for inspiration.It’s a subtler chase than the usual.You can’t track it,or search for spoor,though sometimes it leaves clues.That riff of song that leads to memory—that whiff of scent that takes you backA long-lost postcard, your grandmother’s mink stole,a thousand triggers MY MIND WANDERS IN SHAVASANA kayaking my childhood summer lake view from the water reveals screen-doors smallprivate docks folding aluminum chairs adults in pajamas drinking coffee or beer as sunrise fades blue imbues a mackerel sky less becomes more with the oar my course determined by loonstailing the winch on my then-boyfriend’s sloop short handle for fickle winds the jib respondslike a hooked fish a ME TIME | POETRY NOOK A quiet space, nothing can interfereWhere hearts enlarge free from prejudiceA place for breathing deep without a fearHate has fled, followed by cowardiceYou’d find it walking down the street,Or in a bus or train going alongMaybe when your clothes are folded neatA silent moment to hear a wiser songAllow me to suggest one single thingIn the beauty of your soul’s reposeAsk a SUPER POWER ME (LIFE EMPOWERMENT POEM) When that mind of yours a vicious censor screams “you can’t,“every time you even vaguely contemplate some new adventure or perhaps that dream encounter,you’ve been promising yourself and those you cherish,to the point where even staunch social contacts start to wonder what’s going on deep down inside,as golden junctures make their presence felt.Be sure to reprimand this POETRYNOOK.COM: POEM SEARCH ENGINE, DATABASE, & FORUM FORPOETRYSTORIESFORUMNEWSSTORERHYMES Includes a broad array of poets, from famous poets to spoken poets. Poetry search engine, database, forum, and poetry contests for thelyrical mind.
POEM: SACRED EMILY BY GERTRUDE STEIN Compose compose beds. Wives of great men rest tranquil. Come go stay philip philip. Egg be takers. Parts of place nuts. Suppose twenty for cent. It is rose in hen. Come one day. A firm terrible a firm terrible hindering, a firm hindering have a ray nor pin nor. Egg in places. Egg in few insists. In set a place. I am not missing. Who is a permit. POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: SAFELY HOME BY ANONYMOUS I am home in heaven, dear ones; All's so happy, all so bright! There's perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light. All the pain and grief are over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the Valley of the Shade? Oh! but Jesus' love illumined Every darkand fearful glade.
POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORD As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: TO THE SNIPE BY JOHN CLARE Lover of swampsThe quagmire over grownWith hassock tufts of sedge--where fear encampsAround thy home aloneThe trembling grassQuakes from the human footNor bears the weight of man to let him passWhere thou alone and muteSittest at restIn safety neath the clumpOf hugh flag forrest that thy haunts investOr some old sallow stumpThriving on seamsThat tiney island swellJust hilling POEM: THE OLD SAILOR BY A. A. MILNE There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew Who had so many things which he wanted to do That, whenever he thought it was time to begin, He couldn't because of the state he was in. He was shipwrecked, and lived on an island for weeks, And he wanted a hat, and he wanted some breeks; And he wanted some nets, or a line and some hooks For the turtles and things which you read POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: THE HOUND OF HEAVEN BY FRANCIS THOMPSON The Hound of Heaven. by Francis Thompson. I fled Him down the nights and down the days. I fled Him down the arches of the years. I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways. Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears. I hid from him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped and shot precipitated. POEM: THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS BY RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,--In sooth a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.Never, I ween,Was a prouder seen,Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!In POETRYNOOK.COM: POEM SEARCH ENGINE, DATABASE, & FORUM FORPOETRYSTORIESFORUMNEWSSTORERHYMES Includes a broad array of poets, from famous poets to spoken poets. Poetry search engine, database, forum, and poetry contests for thelyrical mind.
POEM: SACRED EMILY BY GERTRUDE STEIN Compose compose beds. Wives of great men rest tranquil. Come go stay philip philip. Egg be takers. Parts of place nuts. Suppose twenty for cent. It is rose in hen. Come one day. A firm terrible a firm terrible hindering, a firm hindering have a ray nor pin nor. Egg in places. Egg in few insists. In set a place. I am not missing. Who is a permit. POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: SAFELY HOME BY ANONYMOUS I am home in heaven, dear ones; All's so happy, all so bright! There's perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light. All the pain and grief are over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the Valley of the Shade? Oh! but Jesus' love illumined Every darkand fearful glade.
POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORD As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: TO THE SNIPE BY JOHN CLARE Lover of swampsThe quagmire over grownWith hassock tufts of sedge--where fear encampsAround thy home aloneThe trembling grassQuakes from the human footNor bears the weight of man to let him passWhere thou alone and muteSittest at restIn safety neath the clumpOf hugh flag forrest that thy haunts investOr some old sallow stumpThriving on seamsThat tiney island swellJust hilling POEM: THE OLD SAILOR BY A. A. MILNE There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew Who had so many things which he wanted to do That, whenever he thought it was time to begin, He couldn't because of the state he was in. He was shipwrecked, and lived on an island for weeks, And he wanted a hat, and he wanted some breeks; And he wanted some nets, or a line and some hooks For the turtles and things which you read POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: THE HOUND OF HEAVEN BY FRANCIS THOMPSON The Hound of Heaven. by Francis Thompson. I fled Him down the nights and down the days. I fled Him down the arches of the years. I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways. Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears. I hid from him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped and shot precipitated. POEM: THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS BY RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,--In sooth a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.Never, I ween,Was a prouder seen,Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!In POEM: SAFELY HOME BY ANONYMOUS I am home in heaven, dear ones; All's so happy, all so bright! There's perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light. All the pain and grief are over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the Valley of the Shade? Oh! but Jesus' love illumined Every darkand fearful glade.
THE MODERN MEN
How can I call them modern men? They are still barbaric, use weapons in lieu of words of wisdom. From the musket to the missile, they have advanced in the technology of massacre. New widows and orphans are manufactured and preserved in misery. How can I call them educated? Their thoughts are still bent like the curved pines in the CrookedForest.
WEST SHORE | POETRY NOOK This place possessed you:the essence of it, borne on sea spraysank into your bones.Fleeting light on soft grey waves,their lilting sussurationsflowed through eyes and earsto sow a seed of it in youthat took root and grewlike sea grass, swayingin the tides of lifebut tenacious, holding onto bring you back, and back again.It was two-way osmosis:pervading everything, this shorein A GLIMPSE | POETRY NOOK This butterfly now flutters byand, on each wing, a giant eyeconceals she is a fragile souldarting about you as you strollwhile trees and shrubs whisper and sigh.She flutters low, flutters high,then settles on a salsify.You stop and watch, getting to know this butterfly.What flower, though, can ever tieher wings to Earth? When blossoms dryand flowers fade and grasses growand POEM: THE WORLD'S BIBLE BY ANNIE JOHNSON FLINT Christ has no hands but our hands To do His work today; He has no feet but our feet To lead men in His way; He has no tongues but our tongues To tell men how He died; He has no help but our help To bring them to His side. We are the only Bible The careless world will read; We are the sinner's Gospel, We are the scoffer's creed; We are the Lord's last message, Given in deed andINSPIRATION HUNT
Leave the rifle in the gun chest,and the sword in its scabbard.They will do you no goodon the hunt for inspiration.It’s a subtler chase than the usual.You can’t track it,or search for spoor,though sometimes it leaves clues.That riff of song that leads to memory—that whiff of scent that takes you backA long-lost postcard, your grandmother’s mink stole,a thousand triggers SUPER POWER ME (LIFE EMPOWERMENT POEM) When that mind of yours a vicious censor screams “you can’t,“every time you even vaguely contemplate some new adventure or perhaps that dream encounter,you’ve been promising yourself and those you cherish,to the point where even staunch social contacts start to wonder what’s going on deep down inside,as golden junctures make their presence felt.Be sure to reprimand this MY MIND WANDERS IN SHAVASANA kayaking my childhood summer lake view from the water reveals screen-doors smallprivate docks folding aluminum chairs adults in pajamas drinking coffee or beer as sunrise fades blue imbues a mackerel sky less becomes more with the oar my course determined by loonstailing the winch on my then-boyfriend’s sloop short handle for fickle winds the jib respondslike a hooked fish a ME TIME | POETRY NOOK A quiet space, nothing can interfereWhere hearts enlarge free from prejudiceA place for breathing deep without a fearHate has fled, followed by cowardiceYou’d find it walking down the street,Or in a bus or train going alongMaybe when your clothes are folded neatA silent moment to hear a wiser songAllow me to suggest one single thingIn the beauty of your soul’s reposeAsk aA CONSPIRACY THEORY
Peter says to PaulLet's climb on the wallAnd peer over the other side,Is the pasture green and wide?Abdul says to RasoolI am nobody's foolWhich side of the bread is butter,Or burnt, I know better.Jacob says to JosephWhy do they all make fuss?We will inherit them all --the pasture, the bread and the wall.Sunjay says to VijayLet's join this fray,Take their salt and sweatuntil POETRYNOOK.COM: POEM SEARCH ENGINE, DATABASE, & FORUM FORPOETRYSTORIESFORUMNEWSSTORERHYMES Includes a broad array of poets, from famous poets to spoken poets. Poetry search engine, database, forum, and poetry contests for thelyrical mind.
POEM: SACRED EMILY BY GERTRUDE STEIN Compose compose beds. Wives of great men rest tranquil. Come go stay philip philip. Egg be takers. Parts of place nuts. Suppose twenty for cent. It is rose in hen. Come one day. A firm terrible a firm terrible hindering, a firm hindering have a ray nor pin nor. Egg in places. Egg in few insists. In set a place. I am not missing. Who is a permit. POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: SAFELY HOME BY ANONYMOUS I am home in heaven, dear ones; All's so happy, all so bright! There's perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light. All the pain and grief are over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the Valley of the Shade? Oh! but Jesus' love illumined Every darkand fearful glade.
POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORD As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: TO THE SNIPE BY JOHN CLARE Lover of swampsThe quagmire over grownWith hassock tufts of sedge--where fear encampsAround thy home aloneThe trembling grassQuakes from the human footNor bears the weight of man to let him passWhere thou alone and muteSittest at restIn safety neath the clumpOf hugh flag forrest that thy haunts investOr some old sallow stumpThriving on seamsThat tiney island swellJust hilling POEM: THE OLD SAILOR BY A. A. MILNE There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew Who had so many things which he wanted to do That, whenever he thought it was time to begin, He couldn't because of the state he was in. He was shipwrecked, and lived on an island for weeks, And he wanted a hat, and he wanted some breeks; And he wanted some nets, or a line and some hooks For the turtles and things which you read POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: THE HOUND OF HEAVEN BY FRANCIS THOMPSON The Hound of Heaven. by Francis Thompson. I fled Him down the nights and down the days. I fled Him down the arches of the years. I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways. Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears. I hid from him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped and shot precipitated. POEM: THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS BY RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,--In sooth a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.Never, I ween,Was a prouder seen,Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!In POETRYNOOK.COM: POEM SEARCH ENGINE, DATABASE, & FORUM FORPOETRYSTORIESFORUMNEWSSTORERHYMES Includes a broad array of poets, from famous poets to spoken poets. Poetry search engine, database, forum, and poetry contests for thelyrical mind.
POEM: SACRED EMILY BY GERTRUDE STEIN Compose compose beds. Wives of great men rest tranquil. Come go stay philip philip. Egg be takers. Parts of place nuts. Suppose twenty for cent. It is rose in hen. Come one day. A firm terrible a firm terrible hindering, a firm hindering have a ray nor pin nor. Egg in places. Egg in few insists. In set a place. I am not missing. Who is a permit. POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: SAFELY HOME BY ANONYMOUS I am home in heaven, dear ones; All's so happy, all so bright! There's perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light. All the pain and grief are over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the Valley of the Shade? Oh! but Jesus' love illumined Every darkand fearful glade.
POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORD As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: TO THE SNIPE BY JOHN CLARE Lover of swampsThe quagmire over grownWith hassock tufts of sedge--where fear encampsAround thy home aloneThe trembling grassQuakes from the human footNor bears the weight of man to let him passWhere thou alone and muteSittest at restIn safety neath the clumpOf hugh flag forrest that thy haunts investOr some old sallow stumpThriving on seamsThat tiney island swellJust hilling POEM: THE OLD SAILOR BY A. A. MILNE There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew Who had so many things which he wanted to do That, whenever he thought it was time to begin, He couldn't because of the state he was in. He was shipwrecked, and lived on an island for weeks, And he wanted a hat, and he wanted some breeks; And he wanted some nets, or a line and some hooks For the turtles and things which you read POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: THE HOUND OF HEAVEN BY FRANCIS THOMPSON The Hound of Heaven. by Francis Thompson. I fled Him down the nights and down the days. I fled Him down the arches of the years. I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways. Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears. I hid from him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped and shot precipitated. POEM: THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS BY RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,--In sooth a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.Never, I ween,Was a prouder seen,Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!In POEM: SAFELY HOME BY ANONYMOUS I am home in heaven, dear ones; All's so happy, all so bright! There's perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light. All the pain and grief are over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the Valley of the Shade? Oh! but Jesus' love illumined Every darkand fearful glade.
THE MODERN MEN
How can I call them modern men? They are still barbaric, use weapons in lieu of words of wisdom. From the musket to the missile, they have advanced in the technology of massacre. New widows and orphans are manufactured and preserved in misery. How can I call them educated? Their thoughts are still bent like the curved pines in the CrookedForest.
WEST SHORE | POETRY NOOK This place possessed you:the essence of it, borne on sea spraysank into your bones.Fleeting light on soft grey waves,their lilting sussurationsflowed through eyes and earsto sow a seed of it in youthat took root and grewlike sea grass, swayingin the tides of lifebut tenacious, holding onto bring you back, and back again.It was two-way osmosis:pervading everything, this shorein A GLIMPSE | POETRY NOOK This butterfly now flutters byand, on each wing, a giant eyeconceals she is a fragile souldarting about you as you strollwhile trees and shrubs whisper and sigh.She flutters low, flutters high,then settles on a salsify.You stop and watch, getting to know this butterfly.What flower, though, can ever tieher wings to Earth? When blossoms dryand flowers fade and grasses growand POEM: THE WORLD'S BIBLE BY ANNIE JOHNSON FLINT Christ has no hands but our hands To do His work today; He has no feet but our feet To lead men in His way; He has no tongues but our tongues To tell men how He died; He has no help but our help To bring them to His side. We are the only Bible The careless world will read; We are the sinner's Gospel, We are the scoffer's creed; We are the Lord's last message, Given in deed andINSPIRATION HUNT
Leave the rifle in the gun chest,and the sword in its scabbard.They will do you no goodon the hunt for inspiration.It’s a subtler chase than the usual.You can’t track it,or search for spoor,though sometimes it leaves clues.That riff of song that leads to memory—that whiff of scent that takes you backA long-lost postcard, your grandmother’s mink stole,a thousand triggers SUPER POWER ME (LIFE EMPOWERMENT POEM) When that mind of yours a vicious censor screams “you can’t,“every time you even vaguely contemplate some new adventure or perhaps that dream encounter,you’ve been promising yourself and those you cherish,to the point where even staunch social contacts start to wonder what’s going on deep down inside,as golden junctures make their presence felt.Be sure to reprimand this MY MIND WANDERS IN SHAVASANA kayaking my childhood summer lake view from the water reveals screen-doors smallprivate docks folding aluminum chairs adults in pajamas drinking coffee or beer as sunrise fades blue imbues a mackerel sky less becomes more with the oar my course determined by loonstailing the winch on my then-boyfriend’s sloop short handle for fickle winds the jib respondslike a hooked fish a ME TIME | POETRY NOOK A quiet space, nothing can interfereWhere hearts enlarge free from prejudiceA place for breathing deep without a fearHate has fled, followed by cowardiceYou’d find it walking down the street,Or in a bus or train going alongMaybe when your clothes are folded neatA silent moment to hear a wiser songAllow me to suggest one single thingIn the beauty of your soul’s reposeAsk aA CONSPIRACY THEORY
Peter says to PaulLet's climb on the wallAnd peer over the other side,Is the pasture green and wide?Abdul says to RasoolI am nobody's foolWhich side of the bread is butter,Or burnt, I know better.Jacob says to JosephWhy do they all make fuss?We will inherit them all --the pasture, the bread and the wall.Sunjay says to VijayLet's join this fray,Take their salt and sweatuntil POEM: THE VILLAGE SCHOOLMASTER BY OLIVER GOLDSMITH The Village Schoolmaster. by Oliver Goldsmith. Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew: POEM: 4. NICODEMUS AT NIGHT BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NICODEMUS. The streets are silent. The dark houses seem Like sepulchres, in which the sleepers lie Wrapped in their shrouds, and for the moment dead. The lamps are all extinguished; only one Burns steadily, and from the door its light Lies like a shining gate across the street. He waits for me. Ah, should this be at last The long-expected Christ! POEM: AMERICA'S ANSWER BY R. W. LILLIARD REST YE in peace, ye Flanders dead. The fight that ye so bravely led We've taken up. And we will keep True faith with you who lie asleep With each a cross to mark his bed, In Flanders fields. Fear not that ye have died for naught. The torch ye threw to us we caught. Ten million hands will hold it high, And Freedom's light shall never die! We've learned the lesson that ye POEM: MARINA BY T. S. ELIOT The garboard strake leaks, the seams need caulking. This form, this face, this life. Living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me. Resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken, The awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships. What seas what shores what granite islands towards my timbers. POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORD As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: ASCENSION DAY BY CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI Ascension Day. by Christina Georgina Rossetti. “When Christ went up to Heaven the Apostles stayed”. Gazing at Heaven with souls and wills on fire, Their hearts on flight along the track He made, Winged by desire. Their silence spake: “Lord, why not follow Thee? POEM: TOUCHING SHOULDERS BY ANONYMOUS T HERE'S A COMFORTING THOUGHT at the close of the day, When I'm weary and lonely and sad, That sort of grips hold of my crusty old heart And bids it be merry and glad. It gets in my soul and it drives out the blues, And finally thrills through and through. It is just a sweet memory that chants the refrain: " I'm glad I touch shoulders with you! POEM: JOHN GILPIN BY WILLIAM COWPER Showing how he went Farther than he Intended, and Came Safe Home again John G ILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear — Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at POEM: THE VILLAGE SCHOOLMASTER BY OLIVER GOLDSMITH The Village Schoolmaster. by Oliver Goldsmith. Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew: POEM: 4. NICODEMUS AT NIGHT BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NICODEMUS. The streets are silent. The dark houses seem Like sepulchres, in which the sleepers lie Wrapped in their shrouds, and for the moment dead. The lamps are all extinguished; only one Burns steadily, and from the door its light Lies like a shining gate across the street. He waits for me. Ah, should this be at last The long-expected Christ! POEM: AMERICA'S ANSWER BY R. W. LILLIARD REST YE in peace, ye Flanders dead. The fight that ye so bravely led We've taken up. And we will keep True faith with you who lie asleep With each a cross to mark his bed, In Flanders fields. Fear not that ye have died for naught. The torch ye threw to us we caught. Ten million hands will hold it high, And Freedom's light shall never die! We've learned the lesson that ye POEM: MARINA BY T. S. ELIOT The garboard strake leaks, the seams need caulking. This form, this face, this life. Living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me. Resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken, The awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships. What seas what shores what granite islands towards my timbers. POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORD As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: ASCENSION DAY BY CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI Ascension Day. by Christina Georgina Rossetti. “When Christ went up to Heaven the Apostles stayed”. Gazing at Heaven with souls and wills on fire, Their hearts on flight along the track He made, Winged by desire. Their silence spake: “Lord, why not follow Thee? POEM: TOUCHING SHOULDERS BY ANONYMOUS T HERE'S A COMFORTING THOUGHT at the close of the day, When I'm weary and lonely and sad, That sort of grips hold of my crusty old heart And bids it be merry and glad. It gets in my soul and it drives out the blues, And finally thrills through and through. It is just a sweet memory that chants the refrain: " I'm glad I touch shoulders with you! POEM: JOHN GILPIN BY WILLIAM COWPER Showing how he went Farther than he Intended, and Came Safe Home again John G ILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear — Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at THE SUN IS BLOOD RED. The sun is blood red.It looks like dusk outside, but my clock says noon.The sky is yellow, a color I know it to be all too well.Everything has an orange tint, as though the entire world were lit by the light of a candle.The wind is calm.For now.Outside, white flakes fall.They cover the ground.CarsTreesHousesEverything.Almost like snow,But it’s not snow.This is September.We’ve POEM: LAST LESSON OF THE AFTERNOON BY D. H. LAWRENCE When will the bell ring, and end this weariness? How long have they tugged the leash, and strained apart, My pack of unruly hounds! I cannot start Them again on a quarry of knowledge they hate to hunt, I can haul them and urge them no more. No longer now can I endure the brunt Of the books that lie out on the desks; a full threescore Of several insults of blotted pages, and POEM: THE WORLD'S BIBLE BY ANNIE JOHNSON FLINT Christ has no hands but our hands To do His work today; He has no feet but our feet To lead men in His way; He has no tongues but our tongues To tell men how He died; He has no help but our help To bring them to His side. We are the only Bible The careless world will read; We are the sinner's Gospel, We are the scoffer's creed; We are the Lord's last message, Given in deed and POEM: JOHN GILPIN BY WILLIAM COWPER Showing how he went Farther than he Intended, and Came Safe Home again John G ILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear — Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at HOME LEAVE | POETRY NOOK The Cheshires’ boots dangle into the aisles.Extravagantly we smoke Player’s Navy Cut,swig from bullet-pocked hipflasks.In the reflection playing on tunnel brick,the train carriage has been commandeered,the old regiment restored.We play three card brag for matchsticks–Cost you more than that to see me, Hughesy,says JohnToal.
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POEM: THE VILLAGE SCHOOLMASTER BY OLIVER GOLDSMITH The Village Schoolmaster. by Oliver Goldsmith. Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew: POEM: 4. NICODEMUS AT NIGHT BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NICODEMUS. The streets are silent. The dark houses seem Like sepulchres, in which the sleepers lie Wrapped in their shrouds, and for the moment dead. The lamps are all extinguished; only one Burns steadily, and from the door its light Lies like a shining gate across the street. He waits for me. Ah, should this be at last The long-expected Christ! POEM: AMERICA'S ANSWER BY R. W. LILLIARD REST YE in peace, ye Flanders dead. The fight that ye so bravely led We've taken up. And we will keep True faith with you who lie asleep With each a cross to mark his bed, In Flanders fields. Fear not that ye have died for naught. The torch ye threw to us we caught. Ten million hands will hold it high, And Freedom's light shall never die! We've learned the lesson that ye POEM: MARINA BY T. S. ELIOT The garboard strake leaks, the seams need caulking. This form, this face, this life. Living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me. Resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken, The awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships. What seas what shores what granite islands towards my timbers. POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORD As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: ASCENSION DAY BY CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI Ascension Day. by Christina Georgina Rossetti. “When Christ went up to Heaven the Apostles stayed”. Gazing at Heaven with souls and wills on fire, Their hearts on flight along the track He made, Winged by desire. Their silence spake: “Lord, why not follow Thee? POEM: TOUCHING SHOULDERS BY ANONYMOUS T HERE'S A COMFORTING THOUGHT at the close of the day, When I'm weary and lonely and sad, That sort of grips hold of my crusty old heart And bids it be merry and glad. It gets in my soul and it drives out the blues, And finally thrills through and through. It is just a sweet memory that chants the refrain: " I'm glad I touch shoulders with you! POEM: JOHN GILPIN BY WILLIAM COWPER Showing how he went Farther than he Intended, and Came Safe Home again John G ILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear — Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at POEM: THE VILLAGE SCHOOLMASTER BY OLIVER GOLDSMITH The Village Schoolmaster. by Oliver Goldsmith. Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew: POEM: 4. NICODEMUS AT NIGHT BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NICODEMUS. The streets are silent. The dark houses seem Like sepulchres, in which the sleepers lie Wrapped in their shrouds, and for the moment dead. The lamps are all extinguished; only one Burns steadily, and from the door its light Lies like a shining gate across the street. He waits for me. Ah, should this be at last The long-expected Christ! POEM: AMERICA'S ANSWER BY R. W. LILLIARD REST YE in peace, ye Flanders dead. The fight that ye so bravely led We've taken up. And we will keep True faith with you who lie asleep With each a cross to mark his bed, In Flanders fields. Fear not that ye have died for naught. The torch ye threw to us we caught. Ten million hands will hold it high, And Freedom's light shall never die! We've learned the lesson that ye POEM: MARINA BY T. S. ELIOT The garboard strake leaks, the seams need caulking. This form, this face, this life. Living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me. Resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken, The awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships. What seas what shores what granite islands towards my timbers. POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORD As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: ASCENSION DAY BY CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI Ascension Day. by Christina Georgina Rossetti. “When Christ went up to Heaven the Apostles stayed”. Gazing at Heaven with souls and wills on fire, Their hearts on flight along the track He made, Winged by desire. Their silence spake: “Lord, why not follow Thee? POEM: TOUCHING SHOULDERS BY ANONYMOUS T HERE'S A COMFORTING THOUGHT at the close of the day, When I'm weary and lonely and sad, That sort of grips hold of my crusty old heart And bids it be merry and glad. It gets in my soul and it drives out the blues, And finally thrills through and through. It is just a sweet memory that chants the refrain: " I'm glad I touch shoulders with you! POEM: JOHN GILPIN BY WILLIAM COWPER Showing how he went Farther than he Intended, and Came Safe Home again John G ILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear — Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at THE SUN IS BLOOD RED. The sun is blood red.It looks like dusk outside, but my clock says noon.The sky is yellow, a color I know it to be all too well.Everything has an orange tint, as though the entire world were lit by the light of a candle.The wind is calm.For now.Outside, white flakes fall.They cover the ground.CarsTreesHousesEverything.Almost like snow,But it’s not snow.This is September.We’ve POEM: LAST LESSON OF THE AFTERNOON BY D. H. LAWRENCE When will the bell ring, and end this weariness? How long have they tugged the leash, and strained apart, My pack of unruly hounds! I cannot start Them again on a quarry of knowledge they hate to hunt, I can haul them and urge them no more. No longer now can I endure the brunt Of the books that lie out on the desks; a full threescore Of several insults of blotted pages, and POEM: THE WORLD'S BIBLE BY ANNIE JOHNSON FLINT Christ has no hands but our hands To do His work today; He has no feet but our feet To lead men in His way; He has no tongues but our tongues To tell men how He died; He has no help but our help To bring them to His side. We are the only Bible The careless world will read; We are the sinner's Gospel, We are the scoffer's creed; We are the Lord's last message, Given in deed and POEM: JOHN GILPIN BY WILLIAM COWPER Showing how he went Farther than he Intended, and Came Safe Home again John G ILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear — Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at HOME LEAVE | POETRY NOOK The Cheshires’ boots dangle into the aisles.Extravagantly we smoke Player’s Navy Cut,swig from bullet-pocked hipflasks.In the reflection playing on tunnel brick,the train carriage has been commandeered,the old regiment restored.We play three card brag for matchsticks–Cost you more than that to see me, Hughesy,says JohnToal.
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POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORDTHE PRINCESS POEMMY LITTLE PRINCESS POEMSPRINCESS POEMS FOR CHILDRENPRINCESS POEMS FOR KIDS As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: MARINA BY T. S. ELIOT The garboard strake leaks, the seams need caulking. This form, this face, this life. Living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me. Resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken, The awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships. What seas what shores what granite islands towards my timbers. POEM: HALLOWED GROUND BY THOMAS CAMPBELLHALLOWED GROUND DEFINITIONHALLOWED GROUND GW2HALLOWED GROUND MAGAZINEHALLOWED GROUNDMEANING
The ticking wood-worm mocks thee, man! Thy temples,--creeds themselves grow wan! But there's a dome of nobler span, A temple given. Thy faith, that bigots dare not ban,--. Its space is heaven! Its roof, star-pictured Nature's ceiling, Where, trancing the rapt spirit's feeling, And God himself to man revealing, POEM: ARE ALL THE CHILDREN IN? BY ANONYMOUS I think oft times as night draws nighOf the old farmhouse on the hill,Of a yard all wide and blossom-starredWhere the children played at will.And when the night at last came downHushing the merry din,Mother would look around and ask,“Are all the children in?”Tis many and many a year since then,And the house on the hillNo longer echoes to children's feetAnd the yard is still, POEM: THE KINGDOM OF GOD BY FRANCIS THOMPSONFRANCIS THOMPSON POEMS The Kingdom of God. by Francis Thompson. 'In no Strange Land'. O world invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, O world unknowable, we know thee, Inapprehensible, we clutch thee! Does the fish soar to find the ocean, The eagle plunge to find the air--. POEM: THE QUITTER BY ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child, And Death looks you bang in the eye, And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle To cock your revolver and . . . die. But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can," And self-dissolution is barred. In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow . . . It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard. POEM: BLAME THE VICAR BY SIR JOHN BETJEMAN When things go wrong it's rather tame To find we are ourselves to blame, It gets the trouble over quicker To go and blame things on the Vicar. The Vicar, after all, is paid To keep us bright and undismayed. The Vicar is more virtuous too Than lay folks such as me and you. He never swears, he never drinks, He never should say what he thinks. His collar is the wrong way round, POEM: THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS BY RICHARD HARRIS BARHAMJACKDAW AC4JACKDAWFACTS
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,--In sooth a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.Never, I ween,Was a prouder seen,Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!In POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORDTHE PRINCESS POEMMY LITTLE PRINCESS POEMSPRINCESS POEMS FOR CHILDRENPRINCESS POEMS FOR KIDS As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: MARINA BY T. S. ELIOT The garboard strake leaks, the seams need caulking. This form, this face, this life. Living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me. Resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken, The awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships. What seas what shores what granite islands towards my timbers. POEM: HALLOWED GROUND BY THOMAS CAMPBELLHALLOWED GROUND DEFINITIONHALLOWED GROUND GW2HALLOWED GROUND MAGAZINEHALLOWED GROUNDMEANING
The ticking wood-worm mocks thee, man! Thy temples,--creeds themselves grow wan! But there's a dome of nobler span, A temple given. Thy faith, that bigots dare not ban,--. Its space is heaven! Its roof, star-pictured Nature's ceiling, Where, trancing the rapt spirit's feeling, And God himself to man revealing, POEM: ARE ALL THE CHILDREN IN? BY ANONYMOUS I think oft times as night draws nighOf the old farmhouse on the hill,Of a yard all wide and blossom-starredWhere the children played at will.And when the night at last came downHushing the merry din,Mother would look around and ask,“Are all the children in?”Tis many and many a year since then,And the house on the hillNo longer echoes to children's feetAnd the yard is still, POEM: THE KINGDOM OF GOD BY FRANCIS THOMPSONFRANCIS THOMPSON POEMS The Kingdom of God. by Francis Thompson. 'In no Strange Land'. O world invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, O world unknowable, we know thee, Inapprehensible, we clutch thee! Does the fish soar to find the ocean, The eagle plunge to find the air--. POEM: THE QUITTER BY ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child, And Death looks you bang in the eye, And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle To cock your revolver and . . . die. But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can," And self-dissolution is barred. In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow . . . It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard. POEM: BLAME THE VICAR BY SIR JOHN BETJEMAN When things go wrong it's rather tame To find we are ourselves to blame, It gets the trouble over quicker To go and blame things on the Vicar. The Vicar, after all, is paid To keep us bright and undismayed. The Vicar is more virtuous too Than lay folks such as me and you. He never swears, he never drinks, He never should say what he thinks. His collar is the wrong way round, POEM: THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS BY RICHARD HARRIS BARHAMJACKDAW AC4JACKDAWFACTS
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,--In sooth a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.Never, I ween,Was a prouder seen,Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!In POETRYNOOK.COM: POEM SEARCH ENGINE, DATABASE, & FORUM FOR Includes a broad array of poets, from famous poets to spoken poets. Poetry search engine, database, forum, and poetry contests for thelyrical mind.
POEM: JOHN GILPIN BY WILLIAM COWPER Showing how he went Farther than he Intended, and Came Safe Home again John G ILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear — Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell atALMS | POETRY NOOK
I must be the only woman herewith an orange tucked in her handbag;I adjust my posture and my Christian prioritiesas the tramp squats in the narthex.His manner of taking takes me aback –no word of thanks, the hasty wayhe stashes it in his grimy rucksack,a thief suddenly in possession of treasure.It wasn’t my choicest fruit, but the oneIwanted the least.
THE GROUP MIND OF BEES While the scout drones and dances in the dark, her sisters’ palpi mark her every sign like Braille.Who hears her hum her “B” will rarely failto find the food, too far to spot by smell or sight. She yearns to tell the others its location,impatient spy in a covert operation.What’s in the flower of a common weed can comfortably feed the queen and all her hive,allowing the wholeHONEYBEES NATURE
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What is fear But the unknown Mocking us? Report SPAM. Categories TENTACLES | POETRY NOOK there are places that have tentaclesnighttide creatures of creationreaching out with luring limbsdrawing me into earthen embracethey call to me in my dreamsi feel POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORDTHE PRINCESS POEMMY LITTLE PRINCESS POEMSPRINCESS POEMS FOR CHILDRENPRINCESS POEMS FOR KIDS As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: MARINA BY T. S. ELIOT Quis hic locus, quae regio, quae mundi plaga? What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands What water lapping the bow And scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fog What images returnO my daughter.
POEM: ARE ALL THE CHILDREN IN? BY ANONYMOUS I think oft times as night draws nighOf the old farmhouse on the hill,Of a yard all wide and blossom-starredWhere the children played at will.And when the night at last came downHushing the merry din,Mother would look around and ask,“Are all the children in?”Tis many and many a year since then,And the house on the hillNo longer echoes to children's feetAnd the yard is still, POEM: THE KINGDOM OF GOD BY FRANCIS THOMPSONFRANCIS THOMPSON POEMS 'In no Strange Land' O world invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, O world unknowable, we know thee, Inapprehensible, we clutch thee! Does the fish soar to find the ocean, The eagle plunge to find the air-- That we ask of the stars in motion If they have rumour of thee there? Not where the wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars!-- POEM: HALLOWED GROUND BY THOMAS CAMPBELLHALLOWED GROUND DEFINITIONHALLOWED GROUND GW2HALLOWED GROUND MAGAZINEHALLOWED GROUNDMEANING
What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clodIts Maker meant not should be trodBy man, the image of his God, Erect and free,Unscourged by Superstition's rod To bow the knee?That's hallowed ground where, mourned and missed,The lips repose our love has kissed;--But where's their memory's mansion? Is't Yon churchyard's bowers?No! POEM: THE QUITTER BY ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child, And Death looks you bang in the eye, And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle To cock your revolver and . . . die. But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can," And self-dissolution is barred. In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow . . . It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard. POEM: BLAME THE VICAR BY SIR JOHN BETJEMAN When things go wrong it's rather tame To find we are ourselves to blame, It gets the trouble over quicker To go and blame things on the Vicar. The Vicar, after all, is paid To keep us bright and undismayed. The Vicar is more virtuous too Than lay folks such as me and you. He never swears, he never drinks, He never should say what he thinks. His collar is the wrong way round, POEM: THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS BY RICHARD HARRIS BARHAMJACKDAW AC4JACKDAWFACTS
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,--In sooth a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.Never, I ween,Was a prouder seen,Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!In POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORDTHE PRINCESS POEMMY LITTLE PRINCESS POEMSPRINCESS POEMS FOR CHILDRENPRINCESS POEMS FOR KIDS As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: MARINA BY T. S. ELIOT Quis hic locus, quae regio, quae mundi plaga? What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands What water lapping the bow And scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fog What images returnO my daughter.
POEM: ARE ALL THE CHILDREN IN? BY ANONYMOUS I think oft times as night draws nighOf the old farmhouse on the hill,Of a yard all wide and blossom-starredWhere the children played at will.And when the night at last came downHushing the merry din,Mother would look around and ask,“Are all the children in?”Tis many and many a year since then,And the house on the hillNo longer echoes to children's feetAnd the yard is still, POEM: THE KINGDOM OF GOD BY FRANCIS THOMPSONFRANCIS THOMPSON POEMS 'In no Strange Land' O world invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, O world unknowable, we know thee, Inapprehensible, we clutch thee! Does the fish soar to find the ocean, The eagle plunge to find the air-- That we ask of the stars in motion If they have rumour of thee there? Not where the wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars!-- POEM: HALLOWED GROUND BY THOMAS CAMPBELLHALLOWED GROUND DEFINITIONHALLOWED GROUND GW2HALLOWED GROUND MAGAZINEHALLOWED GROUNDMEANING
What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clodIts Maker meant not should be trodBy man, the image of his God, Erect and free,Unscourged by Superstition's rod To bow the knee?That's hallowed ground where, mourned and missed,The lips repose our love has kissed;--But where's their memory's mansion? Is't Yon churchyard's bowers?No! POEM: THE QUITTER BY ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child, And Death looks you bang in the eye, And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle To cock your revolver and . . . die. But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can," And self-dissolution is barred. In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow . . . It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard. POEM: BLAME THE VICAR BY SIR JOHN BETJEMAN When things go wrong it's rather tame To find we are ourselves to blame, It gets the trouble over quicker To go and blame things on the Vicar. The Vicar, after all, is paid To keep us bright and undismayed. The Vicar is more virtuous too Than lay folks such as me and you. He never swears, he never drinks, He never should say what he thinks. His collar is the wrong way round, POEM: THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS BY RICHARD HARRIS BARHAMJACKDAW AC4JACKDAWFACTS
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,--In sooth a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.Never, I ween,Was a prouder seen,Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!In POETRYNOOK.COM: POEM SEARCH ENGINE, DATABASE, & FORUM FOR Includes a broad array of poets, from famous poets to spoken poets. Poetry search engine, database, forum, and poetry contests for thelyrical mind.
POEM: JOHN GILPIN BY WILLIAM COWPER Showing how he went Farther than he Intended, and Came Safe Home again John G ILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear — Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell atALMS | POETRY NOOK
I must be the only woman herewith an orange tucked in her handbag;I adjust my posture and my Christian prioritiesas the tramp squats in the narthex.His manner of taking takes me aback –no word of thanks, the hasty wayhe stashes it in his grimy rucksack,a thief suddenly in possession of treasure.It wasn’t my choicest fruit, but the oneIwanted the least.
THE GROUP MIND OF BEES While the scout drones and dances in the dark, her sisters’ palpi mark her every sign like Braille.Who hears her hum her “B” will rarely failto find the food, too far to spot by smell or sight. She yearns to tell the others its location,impatient spy in a covert operation.What’s in the flower of a common weed can comfortably feed the queen and all her hive,allowing the wholeHONEYBEES NATURE
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CLASSIC POEM OF THE DAYNo Enemies
by
Charles Mackay
You have no enemies, you say? Alas! my friend, the boast is poor; He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure, Must have made foes! If you have none, Small is the work that you have done. You've hit no traitor on the hip, You've dashed no cup from perjured lip, You've never turned the wrong to right, You've been a coward in the fight. MEMBER POEM OF THE DAY global warming initiative 2016by
jreinhart
gossamer flames
lace the oak
church pew
cracking varnish
not yet worn off
by a thousand pious
asses stretching time my neighbor worships football as I worshipflame
little suns
on earth
warm
my heart
my knuckles
crack over
the ashes
of archaim
tracing portraits:
children yet
to be born
stars long
since expired
crude cartoons
lit by flares
exhaust
pipe torches
burning the last
oil
no longer
necessary
there’s so much
of society left
to burn –
this global warming
will leave no one
in the cold
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