A Prayer (Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr Poems)
As I lie in bed,Flat on my back;There passes across my ceilingAn endless panaroma of things--Quick steps of gay-voiced children,Adolescence ...
As I lie in bed,Flat on my back;There passes across my ceilingAn endless panaroma of things--Quick steps of gay-voiced children,Adolescence ...
Adolescence of day first lily of joyThe ancient myrtle flutters its flagThe breast of skylarks shall open to the lightAnd ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
I Into her lying down head His enemies entered bed, ...
Oh, is there not one place on earthWhere man's goodwill has gone from birthThro' adolescence, with its rage,Into a kindly, ...
…The time has come, now, to suspend the suspensionof every worldly deception -wished for by you for me…Living on memories ...
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
A discovery in the boxed memories forgotten history of childhood, adolescence, years gone by pearls in the oyster treasures in ...
Out of nothing there comes a time called childhood, which is simply a path leading through an archway called adolescence. ...
At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice, or a fleck of her mother's ...
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
From Bermondsey to Wandsworth So many churches are, Some with apsidal chancels, Some Perpendicular And schools by E.R. Robson In ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
I There all the golden codgers lay, There the silver dew, And the great water sighed for love, And the ...
Here is a silence I had not hoped for This side of paradise, I am an old believer In nature's ...
You always disrupt me; When I ring you for comfort You wing me, send my Pudding of a mind A-splatter ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
Remember midsummer: the fragrance of box, of white roses And of phlox. And upon a honeysuckle branch Three snails hanging ...
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
1992 1) I was born in a Free City, near the North Sea. 2) In the year of my birth, ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
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