The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Poems about turkey (31 Poems)
The Fruit Shop (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
The Owl And The Pussy-Cat (Edward Lear Poem)
I The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat, They took some honey, and ...
Thanksgiving (Mac Hammond Poem)
The man who stands above the bird, his knife Sharp as a Turkish scimitar, first removes A thigh and leg, ...
Autobiography (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
I was born in 1902 I never once went back to my birthplace I don't like to turn back at ...
Two Hulls, Four Blades (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Even from my speeding car, a half mile or more away They cut silently through the skin of the lake ...
Cave Man Food (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Mmmm. good. Large, cold, turkey legs. finger food, caveman style. Laughing, the three of us as we held them high. ...
Creatures of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The creatures of the air are the creatures of creation Birds, bats, flying squirrel, flying fish, cardinals, crow, pelican, penguin, ...
Running in the Park (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A family of five with three balls, and stomachs still full of turkey, of pancakes, and sausage ran and played ...
After the Turkey (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We sat sated in the den ready for pie; but not quite needing to sit a bit, settle our bloated ...
Epitaph on a Hare (William Cowper Poem)
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor swiftewd greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO III ( Scarmoges ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
LAST SUPPER (Graham Burchell Poem)
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
A Dialogue between Old England and New (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Dream Song 61: Full moon. Our Narragansett gales subside (John Berryman Poem)
Full moon. Our Narragansett gales subside and the land is celebrating men of war more or less, less or more. ...
The Sun Weilds Mercy (Charles Bukowski Poems)
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
Another Day (Charles Bukowski Poems)
having the low down blues and going into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles ...
16-bit Intel 8088 chip (Charles Bukowski Poems)
with an Apple Macintosh you can't run Radio Shack programs in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive ...
Last Week (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Oh, the new-chum went to the backblock run, But he should have gone there last week. He tramped ten miles ...
Always Unsuitable (Marge Piercy Poems)
She wore little teeth of pearls around her neck. They were grinning politely and evenly at me. Unsuitable they smirked. ...
TRIAL (Ruth Padel Poems)
I was with Special Force, blue-X-ing raids to OK surfing on the Colonel's birthday. Operation Ariel: we sprayed Jimi Hendrix ...
Cut (Sylvia Plath Poems)
for Susan O'Neill Roe What a thrill ---- My thumb instead of an onion. The top quite gone Except for ...
Two Views Of A Cadaver Room (Sylvia Plath Poems)
(1) The day she visited the dissecting room They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey, Already half ...
A Ballad of Ducks (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung ...
The White Cliffs (Alice Duer Miller Poems)
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Little Popeet – the Lost Child (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Near by the silent waters of the Mediterranean, And at the door of an old hut stood a coloured man, ...
Jim Brown (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
While I was handling Dom Pedro I got at the thing that divides the race between men who are For ...
January 1 (David Lehman Poems)
Some people confuse inspiration with lightning not me I know it comes from the lungs and air you breathe it ...