August (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
Oh, such a funny August house-- It really was like a zoo, For animals roamed in all the rooms (Even a kangaroo); Such sociable, ...
Oh, such a funny August house-- It really was like a zoo, For animals roamed in all the rooms (Even a kangaroo); Such sociable, ...
'NO, you can't count me in, boys; I'm off it-I'm jack of them practical jokes;They give neither pleasure nor profit,And ...
I Have heard sundry men oft times disputeOf trees, that in one year will twice bear fruit.But if a man ...
BLESS us, and save us! What's here?Pop!At a bound,A tiny brown creature, grotesque in his grace,Is sitting before us, and ...
I told them not to ring the bellsThe night the Vikings cameOut of the sea and passed us by.The fog ...
I heard it once, smoothed-outby gallons of coffee,chest husking like a plowand pulled it into a basement.Cardigan-wrapped the next morningand ...
Subtly conscious, all awake,Let us clear our eyes, and breakThrough the cloudy chrysalis,See the wonder as it is.Down a narrow ...
Let penny-a-liners columns pour Of turgid efflorescence, Describe in language that would floor Our Cayleys, Rouths, and Besants, ...
Late one evening I was sitting, gloomy shadows roundMe flitting,-- Mrs. Partington, a-knitting occupied the grate before;Suddenly I heard a ...
Lo! the old Sac village slumberedIn the basin of the Wabash,And the doorway of the vallies,Like some brown old matron ...
Wish ye, sons of Alma Mater, Long lost laurels to replace? Listen to a stout old Pater, Once ...
Why did you play your spade in there? (said she).I can't think why you don't take care (said she).You fuss ...
From the icy niche where men placed youI lower your body to the sunny, poor earth.They didn't know I too ...
Napping at midday I hear the song of rice planters and feel ashamed of myself. (Kobayashi Issa)
So peaceful, so still she lies there, napping on our bed commandeering the sanctuary for her own devices but so ...
The common is unusually calm--they captured the storm last night, it's sleeping in the stockade, relieved of its duty, pacified, ...
The common is unusually calm--they captured the storm last night, it's sleeping in the stockade, relieved of its duty, pacified, ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories