The Lighthouse Keeper (Billy Bennett Poems)
You ask about these wrinkles, These wrinkles I have on my brow,If you'll give me your kind applause, sir, For ...
You ask about these wrinkles, These wrinkles I have on my brow,If you'll give me your kind applause, sir, For ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window-Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds,And tiny violets, and wreaths ...
Deep in the heart of the jungle, Close to the white man's grave,Where the goldfish have beards that stick out ...
He came into the bird-shop where I stood -- A hulking giant, monumental, grim,A paragon of muscular manhood. "What is ...
we had goldfish and they circled around and aroundin the bowl on the table near the heavy drapescovering the picture ...
A hurried up party in our bed this morning, on top of the comforter, the blanket toy tea set and ...
I can see them, In my mind, Fifty years hence Two old friends, by then Friendly banter, tall tales Fish ...
The early sun is so pale and shadowy, I could be looking up at a ghost in the shape of ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
the goldfish sing all night with guitars, and the whores go down with the stars, the whores go down with ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
What can I do with this bayonet? Make a rose bush of it? Poke it into the moon? Shave my ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
Oh you who are shy of the popular eye, (Though most of us seek to survive it) Just think of ...
I'd hate to be centipede (of legs I've only two), For if new trousers I should need (as oftentimes I ...
THERE is a woman on Michigan Boulevard keeps a parrot and goldfish and two white mice. She used to keep ...
Such glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes, Dear little friend of mine, I never knew. All-innocent are you, and ...
Catch, my Uncle Jack said and oh I caught this huge apple red as Mrs Kelly's bum. It's red as ...
A chant for a children's pantomime dance, suggested by a picture painted by George Mather Richards. I saw a proud, ...
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