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Its much too complex to write out how I feel
You're much too beautiful for the ordinary spiel
I've already crossed out half a dozen lines
I suppose its hardest to write the
poems which aren't from the mind
But they are more...
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My mother shielded us,
blanketed us on either side with her coat;
a cornered hen keeping her brood safe,
but hiding was forbidden.
Nazi eyes cast searchlights
intent on obliterating our race;
splitting and tearing families apart,...
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Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard...
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old-age home
learning to shout
with a smile
~ Published in Bottle Rockets, vol. 8, no. 2, 2007 ~
summer breeze
following the yellow snaps
of a cricket
~ Published in Bottle Rockets, vol. 8, no. 2, 2007 ~
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One day, in ages dark and dim,
A toiler, weary, worn and faint,
Who found his task too much for him,
Gave voice unto a sad complaint.
And seeking emphasis to give
Unto his trials (day-starred!)
Coupled to...
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Sitting somewhere
far from home
thoughts are a nagging child
in my village fair
It's summer time now back home
long summers of grumbling pigeons pecking
on sun rays in our courtyard
Do you remember then Aavantika?
when...
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Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise
Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour
Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?
I walk, I...
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That love's dull smart distressed my heart
He shrewdly learnt to see,
But that I was in love with a dead man
Never suspected he.
He searched for the trace of a pictured face,
He watched each missive come,
And a note that seemed like...
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The wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,
Swore that two lives...
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'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home; A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no...
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(To The Music of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony) Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, Praising Thee their sun above. Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; Drive the dark of doubt away; ...
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(Maldon Historic Township Victoria Australia) I wish to point out something askew For those that oppose the proposal of new. True puritans of hard won history Would live in their houses from the 1850's. Modern renovation they would find...
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Let it not your wonder move, Less your laughter, that I love. Though I now write fifty years, I have had, and have, my peers. Poets, though divine, are men; Some have loved as old again. And it is not always face, Clothes, or fortune gives the...
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A Law firm commanding Position of standing Requires a general clerk — A man who's admitted To practice, and fitted To handle diversified work; Must know the proceedings Relating to pleadings, The ways of preparing a brief; Must argue with...
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A small childs' tears flow down her cheek A third world country ravaged and weak Voices so broken they cannot speak Help is on the way. Dreams are like dust in a desserts wind Once bright eyes now have dimmed Thoughts not dreamed, sights not seen...
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All the men of Harbury go down to the sea in ships, The wind upon their faces, the salt upon their lips. The little boys of Harbury when they are laid to sleep, Dream of masts and cabins and the wonders of the deep. The women-folk of Harbury have...
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Did you tackle that trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful? Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful? Oh, trouble's a ton, or trouble's an ounce, Or a trouble is what you make it. And it isn't...
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Had I the choice to tally greatest bards, To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will, Homer with all his wars and warriors—Hector, Achilles, Ajax, Or Shakespeare's woe-entangled Hamlet, Lear, Othello—Tennyson's...
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Home's not merely four square walls, Though with pictures hung and gilded; Home is where Affection calls- Filled with shrines the Hearth had builded! Home! Go watch the faithful dove, Sailing 'neath the heaven above us. Home is where there's one to...
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How do you tackle your work each day? Are you scared of the job you find? Do you grapple the task that comes your way With a confident, easy mind? Do you stand right up to the work ahead Or fearfully pause to view it? Do you...
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Humanity i love you because you would rather black the boots of success than enquire whose soul dangles from his watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both parties and because you unflinchingly applaud all songs containing the words country...
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I can imagine, in some otherworld Primeval-dumb, far back In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed, Humming-birds raced down the avenues. Before anything had a soul, While life was a heave of Matter, half inanimate, This little bit...
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I want...you with the naked seclusion of greed, to dip my hands deeply in the rich evening of your hair; massage the moments of this unexpected taste and awareness of your natural beauty; grasp the subtle invitation of movements, to explore...
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I'm the original two-hearted brawler. I gnaw the scrawny heads from prawns, pummel those mute, translucent crustaceans, wingless hummingbirds, salt-water spawned. As the Catalonians do, I eat the eyes at once. My brawny palms flatten their...
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If you dress in style, you're in. If you drive a cool car, you're in. If you're beautiful, you're in. If you're handsome, you're in. If you're a barrel of laughs, you're in. If you're a gifted singer, you're in. But if you're not any of these...
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