The Almighty Conqueror. (Mather Byles Poems)
I.Awake my Heart, awake my Tongue,Sound each melodious String;In num'rous Verse and lofty Song,To thee, my GOD, I sing.II.Omnipotent Redeemer-Lord,What ...
I.Awake my Heart, awake my Tongue,Sound each melodious String;In num'rous Verse and lofty Song,To thee, my GOD, I sing.II.Omnipotent Redeemer-Lord,What ...
Through the forest, followed, Henry made his silky way,No chickadee was troubled, small moss smiledon his swift passage.But there were ...
Lord, if I had half your brains, I'd write a book:None of your sentimental platitudes,But something real, vital: that should ...
I join the queueWe move up nicely.I ask the lady in frontWhat are we queuing for.'To join another queue,'She explains.'How ...
Father and mother, authors of my birth, Ye dwell in bliss; your son on sinful earth. Hail, happy pair, who ...
COM'ST thou with swift wing in thy strength, O Wind!Wilt thou not to my helpless age be kind?And lightly o'er ...
Here is the tale of Carrousel, The barber of Meridian Street.He cut, and coiffed, and shaved so ...
the joyful man Franz maintained protuberancefrom start to finishhe never came down the porch measured stars named flowers believed I ...
Pointless your mourning and your toil Helpless your curses dire Past forms no miracle can bring ...
How I hate those modern Poems Vaguer, looser than a dream!Pointless things that look like poems Only, to ...
My awkward grossness grows: I go down, throughI maintain my self in the convictionthat I have as much to say ...
On yardbird corners of embryonic hopes, drowned in a heroin tear. On yardbird corners of parkerflights to sound filled pockets ...
I planted my grief in freshly turned earth A tree grows there now You should see the size of it ...
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
FUCK ME I'm all screwed up so FUCK ME. FUCK ME and take out the garbage feed the cat and ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
Through the forest, followed, Henry made his silky way, No chickadee was troubled, small moss smiled on his swift passage. ...
Quarter to three: I wake again at the hour of his birth Thirty years ago and now he paces corridors ...
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