Visitin’ A Friend At The Cold Shop (Miguel Pinero Poems)
In the place of business luncheswhere a dull sun rises to blind yourtoothpaste brushed eyelids with itsred veins blowin' tracks ...
In the place of business luncheswhere a dull sun rises to blind yourtoothpaste brushed eyelids with itsred veins blowin' tracks ...
Lottery tickets every day,-- And ever drawn a blank:Yet none the less we pant and pray For prizes in that bank:Morn by ...
This warld is a lottery, as ilk ane may ken;There are prizes for women as weel as for men:But as ...
O give no more to flagrant Wrong The chances you refuse to Right,Nor let a boon to Vice belong Wherein the virtuous ...
He.What can a man do when a woman's perverse,And determined to have her own way? She.At the altar you took me ...
there's only ever one argument: his,bawling out whoever punctuatesthe brief intervals his cussinginterrupts, something unheard, reason perhaps.What you never get ...
THE STRUGGLES OF CONSCIENCE.A serious Toyman in the city dwelt,Who much concern for his religion felt;Reading, he changed his tenets, ...
Worldlings we court not, envy not, nor fear; May Friends to Vertue lend their Ear: While Sinners split on shelves, ...
Long, Dodington, in debt, I long have sought To ease the burden of my graceful thought: And now a ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers, Echo from the dreary house of woe;Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers! Bearing ...
I've had a whirl at games of chance From Bombay 'round to Cork,I've sensed the ways of high finance ...
(NYE'S FORD, STANISLAUS, 1870)Do I sleep? do I dream?Do I wonder and doubt?Are things what they seem?Or is visions about?Is ...
"HOPE, whose weak Being ruin'd is, Alike if it succeed, and if it miss ; Whom Good or Ill does ...
Here's yer toy balloons! All sizes!Twenty cents for that. It risesJest as quick as that 'ere, Miss,Twice as big. Ye ...
Who sees him walk the street, can scarce forbearTo question thus his friend, What prig goes there?So much hath Nature, ...
CCXAmidst the lottery of days I draw More blanks than prizes; though the hand of hope Still in the luckless ...
Year after year the princess lies asleep Until the hundred years foretold are done, Easily drawing her enchanted breath. Caught ...
I crossed the parking lot The man in the convenience store beyond the gas pumps trying to cash already cashed ...
Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers, Echo from the dreary house of woe; Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers! ...
'A ticket for the lottery I've purchased every week,' said she 'For years a score Though desperately poor am I, ...
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