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A dozen poems

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The Kings, by Louise Imogen Guiney



A man said unto his Angel:
"My spirits are fallen low,
And I cannot carry this battle:
O brother! where might I go?

"The terrible Kings are on me

Complete Poem


Cyclone, by Beverly Bishop



Small child inhales words of condemnation,
Through the nose, mouth into the mind.
"Worthless, stupid, useless Bastard. You
Are what rotates women to think abortion."
Black hollow words echoing, as does a bass guitar

Complete Poem


The Fugitives, by Florence Wilkinson



We are they that go, that go,
Plunging before the hidden blow.
We run the byways of the earth,
For we are fugitive from birth,
Blindfolded, with wide hands abroad

Complete Poem


General William Booth Enters into Heaven, by Vachel Lindsay



(To be sung to the tune of `The Blood of the Lamb' with indicated instrument)

I

(Bass drum beaten loudly)

Booth led boldly with his big bass drum --
(Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)

Complete Poem


The Resolve, by Alexander Brome



TELL me not of a face that 's fair,
Nor lip and cheek that 's red,
Nor of the tresses of her hair,
Nor curls in order laid,
Nor of a rare seraphic voice

Complete Poem


Love's Substitute, by Bernard O'Dowd



This love, that dares not warm before its flame
Our yearning hands, or from its tempting tree
Yield fruit we may consume, or let us claim
In Hymen's scroll of happy heraldry
The twining glyphs of perfect you and me --

Complete Poem


Youth and Age, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge



VERSE, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee--
Both were mine! Life went a-maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
When I was young!

Complete Poem


Disarmament, by John McCrae



One spake amid the nations, "Let us cease
From darkening with strife the fair World's light,
We who are great in war be great in peace.
No longer let us plead the cause by might."

But from a million British graves took birth

Complete Poem


Meeting, by George Crabbe



MY Damon was the first to wake
The gentle flame that cannot die;
My Damon is the last to take
The faithful bosom's softest sigh:
The life between is nothing worth,

Complete Poem


The Passionate Shepherd to His Love, by Christopher Marlowe



COME live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,

Complete Poem


September in Australia, by Henry Kendall



Grey Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest,
And, behold, for repayment,
September comes in with the wind of the West
And the Spring in her raiment!
The ways of the frost have been filled of the flowers,

Complete Poem


The Saga of the Descent, by Cullyn Ullrson



This poem was written regarding a true event in modern times in the Old Icelandic Saga style of the 10th C. It commemorates the completion of a promise made to my grandfather after his death earlier this year.

Bersarker mourns loss as kinsman is passing.
Hella is called through blot
A deal is made, an easy passing for sacrifice
A challenge is accepted.

Complete Poem

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