Mungojerrie And Rumpelteazer (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were a very notorious couple of cats. As knockabout clown, quick-change comedians, tight-rope walkers and acrobats They ...
Poems about missed (51 Poems)
Under Siege (Mahmoud Darwish Poem)
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
The Wind of Sorrow (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
The fire of love was burning, yet so low That in the dark we scarce could see its rays, And ...
Keats (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
The melancholy gift Aurora gained From Jove, that her sad lover should not see The face of death, no goddess ...
Unto my Books — so good to turn — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Unto my Books -- so good to turn -- Far ends of tired Days -- It half endears the Abstinence ...
She rose to His Requirement — dropt (Emily Dickinson Poem)
She rose to His Requirement -- dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and ...
My period had come for Prayer — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
My period had come for Prayer -- No other Art -- would do -- My Tactics missed a rudiment -- ...
He told a homely tale (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears -- Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of ...
Don’t put up my Thread and Needle — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
Don't put up my Thread and Needle -- I'll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle -- Better ...
God permits industrious Angels (Emily Dickinson Poem)
God permits industrious Angels -- Afternoons -- to play -- I met one -- forgot my Schoolmates -- All -- ...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for Centuries delayed Its fitness growing like the Flood In sumptuous solitude -- ...
To win a game (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has ...
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 ...
No further slice of me (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can drive you to despair, it is a monumental nonsense; in my defence I hadn't ...
It seldom snowed – Part II (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It seldom snowed in Camp they said, on the mountains, yes, and in the Styx, aka zone six. That's where ...
Courage is a motherless lamb (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
Congratulations (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Congratulations, you've succeeded, you've acknowledged 60% of you at least are the incredibly dense and mindless people needed to make ...
Beta Blogger Blues (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Have you switched to Beta yet? It's an even bet that if you have you quite regret your impulse to ...
At Feet Of Dogs (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
At my feet the lapdogs of desire, I wont greet their fawning, least not yet, their foul breath would shrink ...
And you will claim (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
And you will claim we need more births to keep our population mix in check while nature's truths suggest there ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Lays of Sorrow (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
Child Development (Billy Collins Poem)
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for ...
Why Washington Retreated (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
1775 Said Congress to George Washington: "To set this country free, You'll have to whip the Britishers And chase them ...
Jabed Meeker, Humorist (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Twain? Oh, yes, I've heard Mark Twain Heard him down to Pleasant Plain; Funny? Yes, I guess so. Folks Seemed ...
He Wonders Whether to Praise or Blame Her (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I have peace to weigh your worth, now all is over, But if to praise or blame you, cannot say. ...
Poor Devil! (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, The tiresome noises, all the common things I loved once, crushed ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Godolphin Horne (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black. Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the ...