Another Fall of Rain (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
THE weather had been sultry for a fortnight's time or more, And the shearers had been driving might ...
THE weather had been sultry for a fortnight's time or more, And the shearers had been driving might ...
Is it some shade from Paradise, Shut down beneath the clouding skies, This wandering voice that ever cries In its ...
Fill, fill me a goblet from those dark and silent waters, Where the lovēd song of the minstrel for ever ...
Mrs Moffat sold tomatoes,Postal orders, ginger pop,There was hardly any village -But she ran the village shop,'Clouding over', she would ...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark;White is their colour; and behold my head. ...
The World were a place to play in, said the children, "The playground of the present; all that is have ...
Blossom of the almond trees,April's gift to April's bees,Birthday ornament of Spring,Flora's fairest daughterling;Coming when no flowerets dareTrust the cruel ...
Haste, maiden, haste! the spray has come to budding, The dawn creeps o'er the heavens gold and fair. Come, see ...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour; and behold my head. -- George Herbert Long ...
Looking for distinctive stones, I found the dead otter rotting by the tideline, and carried all day the scent of ...
Clouding our focus noise of our lives drowning out the prompter God speaking to us We need to still ourselves ...
The gods of this world clouding the vision of the people people Of the world clutter and noise blinding their ...
Becoming like children peeling away the layers our experiences clouding our vision of God The lies of the world layer ...
If we heed the Spirit calling us from within if we are truly yoked to our Savior, our brother, our ...
The claims of the party rehashing the past repeating his old claims not letting go, to the last Holding onto ...
Restless, always something more the grass greener, skies bluer somewhere else worldly values clouding our sight taking our focus on ...
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Schizophrenic, wrenched by two styles, one a hack's hired prose, I earn me exile. I trudge this sickle, moonlit beach ...
I never kill a fly because I think that what we have of laws To regulate and civilize Our daily ...
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round ...
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