Jungle Patrol (Corporal Peter Coverdale Poems)
With sense keen all nerves alert.we move along the track,with weapons gripped in ready hands,all ready for the trap;That the ...
With sense keen all nerves alert.we move along the track,with weapons gripped in ready hands,all ready for the trap;That the ...
(He speaks, but to himself, being aware how it is with her)Think not I have not heard.Well-fanged the double wordAnd ...
STUDY IN WHITES Wax-white- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. The ...
Is it sounds converging,Sounds nearing,Infringement, ...
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Each and every day of our lives here on earth a gift from the creator to learn and share, to ...
Oh for a bill to steel the heart of the poet, or his neighbor at least A law to protect ...
A fall on the ice, two plus year ago a concave spot, in my left hip, where it once was ...
A big fat black dirigible of a fly careening around the office buzzed me, like a test pilot and the ...
The events of September 11th 2001 remain bitter sweet; as well as 2973 innocents confirmed dead (with their 19 terrorist ...
O learned man who never learned to learn, Save to deduce, by timid steps and small, From towering smoke that ...
The impact of a dollar upon the heart Smiles warm red light, Sweeping from the hearth rosily upon the white ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
Is it sounds converging, Sounds nearing, Infringement, impingement, Impact, contact With surfaces of the sounds Or surfaces without the sounds: ...
Until tonight they were separate specialties, different stories, the best of their own worst. Riding my warm cabin home, I ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
(He speaks, but to himself, being aware how it is with her) Think not I have not heard. Well-fanged the ...
I explain quietly. You hear me shouting. You try a new tack. I feel old wounds reopen. You see both ...
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long,straggly branches of an old willow tree. ...
The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important ...
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