The Song Of Old Joe Swallow (Henry Lawson Poem)
When I was up the country in the rough and early days, I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett's ...
Poems about joe (31 Poems)
Peter Anderson And Co. (Henry Lawson Poem)
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
The Shanty On The Rise (Henry Lawson Poem)
When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West, On a spur among the mountains stood `The Bullock-drivers' ...
The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards (Henry Lawson Poem)
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
The Rhyme of the Three Sealers (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
Lizards And Snakes (Anthony Hecht Poem)
On the summer road that ran by our front porch Lizards and snakes came out to sun. It was hot ...
Heredity (Tony Harrison Poem)
How you became a poet's a mystery! Wherever did you get your talent from? I say: I had two uncles, ...
Bill and Joe (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
COME, dear old comrade, you and I Will steal an hour from days gone by, The shining days when life ...
In The Baggage Room At Greyhound (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
First Party At Ken Kesey’s With Hell’s Angels (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire ...
Energy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Energy, passion flowed from his manner, his words, his motion, his attention to detail, his bringing us with him as ...
Down by the River (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Down by the river, we played, dreamed, explored alone and together, bikes left by the rock piles, Climbing, hiking, claiming ...
Bliss (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Cup a Joe bench, turned to the sun head cocked to the rays photograys friendly banter warmth on my face ...
Cherie (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A cup of Joe A salad on the go A smile to start my day Banter to lighten my way ...
Bean (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The bean is our friend Java, joe, latte or espresso To go or at home Rich and jazzed Or decaf ...
The Bench-Legged Fyce (Eugene Field Poem)
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
My playmates (Eugene Field Poem)
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
In the Home Stretch (Robert Frost Poem)
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
An Empty Threat (Robert Frost Poem)
I stay; But it isn't as if There wasn't always Hudson's Bay And the fur trade, A small skiff And ...
The Channel Swimmer (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, ...
Gunner Joe (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell you a seafaring story, Of a lad who won honour and fame Wi' Nelson at Battle 'Trafalgar, Joe ...
Joe Ramsbottom (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Joe Ramshottom rented a bit of a farm From its owner, Squire Goslett his name; And the Gosletts came over ...
Little Aggie (Marriott Edgar Poem)
When Joe Dove took his elephants out on the road He made each one hold fast with his trunk To ...
George and the Dragon (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell you the tale of an old country pub As fancied itself up to date, It had the word ...
Goalkeeper Joe (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Joe Dunn were a bobby for football He gave all his time to that sport, He played for the West ...
Piscine kind of kinship (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
To glibly say that Joe was sort of odd quite missed the point. Peculiar in many ways and kind of ...
Gimme ‘n F (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
"Gimme 'n F" the spruiker cried, "gimme a U" and crowd near died, they knew before he came to, Whatzat ...
Everybody Knows (Leonard Cohen Poem)
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that ...
Dream Song 23: The Lay of Ike (John Berryman Poem)
This is the lay of Ike. Here's to the glory of the Grewt Whiteâ?"awkâ?" who has been runningâ?"erâ?"erâ?"things in recentâ?"echâ?" ...
Dream Song 3: A Stimulant for an Old Beast (John Berryman Poem)
Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings. â?"I'm not so young but not so very old, said screwed-up lovely 23. A ...