Mazelli – Canto III (George W Sands Poems)
I.With plumes to which the dewdrops cling,Wide waves the morn her golden wing;With countless variegated beamsThe empurpled orient glows and ...
I.With plumes to which the dewdrops cling,Wide waves the morn her golden wing;With countless variegated beamsThe empurpled orient glows and ...
As I was saying . . . (No, thank you; I never take cream with my tea;Cows weren't allowed in ...
Stop bleeding said the knifeI would if I could said the cut.Stop bleeding you make me messy with the blood.I'm sorry said the cut.Stop ...
Now that the worst is over, they predictSomething messy and difficult, though notLife-threatening. Clearly we neededTo stock up on water ...
To hell with elevated artAnd all long idle gloomy hoursWhen in the springtime in the yardThe chestnut-tree bursts into flowers.It ...
A parody of Edgar Lee Masters' "Spoon River Anthology," wherein characters from famous poems and novels recite their own epithets.ANNABEL ...
Sometimes at the table, whenHe gets misbehavin', thenMother calls across to me:"Look at him, now! Don't you seeWhat he's doin', ...
(Mobile Columns of the Boer War) Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry (Time, an' 'igh time to be trekkin' ...
Who owns those scrawny little feet? Death. Who owns this bristly scorched-looking face? Death. Who owns these still-working lungs? Death. ...
In colors and in gradations changing the shades of gray letting go of the black and white the need to ...
After they passed beneath us I could tell more would be coming, beneath the sand, under the bejeweled sky, under ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
A little child stood thinking, sorrowfully and ill at ease, In a forest beneath the branches of the tall pine ...
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