The Fire At The ‘North Pole’ (Billy Bennett Poems)
Now, full of risks is a fireman's lifeThat's why there are not many riskersYou not only have to have nerves ...
Now, full of risks is a fireman's lifeThat's why there are not many riskersYou not only have to have nerves ...
I'm a broken-hearted miner, who loves his cup to drain,Which often-times has caused me to lie in frost and rain.Roaming ...
Now, shut your mouths, you loafers all, You vex me with your twaddle,You own a nag or big ...
I have always aspired to a more spacious form that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose ...
Whatever the task and whatever the risk, wherever the flag's in air,The funny man with his sunny ways is ...
"Good people all, both great and small, I sing a tale of pity,My hand I fling across the string, And ...
Only humility can bring you to the high seat of God.Bow down just a hair, and before Him wear proudly ...
O had I known that thus it happens,When first I started, that at willYour lines with blood in them destroy ...
As the first seal was broken one of the beast said come and see, I watched as I saw a ...
We laughed easily playing in the pool going round and round making the whirlpool Somehow we came to a discussion ...
It was a half-life that seemed like a genuine world wielding hard symbolism over those who ruled it; we lived ...
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
So you think God soliloquizes to Himself (or Herself, Itself, or Godself for that matter) in front of the Bathroom ...
Always remember that when we say that all men are created equal we are only joking. (Sukasah Syahdan)
Oh how I'd be gay and glad If a little house I had, Snuggled in a shady lot, With behind ...
Three men I saw beside a bar, Regarding o'er their bottle, A frog who smoked a rank cigar They'd jammed ...
THREE tailors of Tooley Street wrote: We, the People. The names are forgotten. It is a joke in ghosts. Cutters ...
How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all The Peers of realm about cheapening their corn, When you ...
I have always aspired to a more spacious form that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose ...
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
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