Every Time I laugh Aloud (An Ode to Short People) (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
These painful, cold athritic fingers have to last much longer yet, they're all I have to keep the pages on ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
To the tune of "Like a Dream" Last night a sprinkling of rain, a violent wind. After a deep sleep, ...
To the tune of "Happy Event Is Nigh" The wind ceases; fallen flowers pile high. Outside my screen, petals collect ...
To the tune of "Lamentation" It was far into the night when, intoxicated, I took off my ornaments; The plum ...
To the tune of "Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers" Light mists and heavy clouds, melancholy the long dreary day. ...
To wash an Ethiope; He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade, For his white soul is made; And now, ...
Know you fair, on what you look; Divinest love lies in this book, Expecting fire from your eyes, To kindle ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade: The winds play no ...
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
Gaily into Ruislip Gardens Runs the red electric train, With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's Daintily alights Elaine; Hurries down ...
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen Shuts. And the sound is rich, sympathetic, discreet. The sun still shines ...
A glint of her hair or a flash of her shoulder - That is the most I can boast to ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Below are eleven Buson haiku beginning with the phrase 'The short night--' The short night-- on the hairy caterpillar beads ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
This is the lay of Ike. Here's to the glory of the Grewt Whiteâ?"awkâ?" who has been runningâ?"erâ?"erâ?"things in recentâ?"echâ?" ...
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