Signals (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
The hot wax drips from the flares On the scrawled pink forms that litter The bench where he sits; the glitterOf stars ...
The hot wax drips from the flares On the scrawled pink forms that litter The bench where he sits; the glitterOf stars ...
The summer winds is sniffin' round the bloomin' locus' trees;And the clover in the pastur is a big day fer the ...
"OH, would we were further! Oh, would we were home,The phantoms of night tow'rd us hastily come,The band of the ...
Black love, provide the adequate electricfor what is lapsed and lenient in us now.Rouse us from blur. Call us.Call adequately the ...
When first I whispered words of love,When first you turned aside to hear,The winged griffin flew above,The mammoth gaily gamboll'd ...
Were I a clumsy poetI'd compare you to Helen;Ransack the mythologiesGreek, Chinese and PersianFor a goddess vehementAnd slim: one with ...
Walking with Jesus the slow,behind the beat. Mr. Resistance.Mr. Ohm, Mr. Exactly Lame.By some reluctance, somerestraint, if it be a ...
FROM the squat tavern laughing to the eastHe turned; within the murmuring babbleceas'd;And red wine split on scattered roses thereExhaled ...
REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMESIt was Andrew Jackson Sutter who, despising Mr. Cutter for remarks he heard him utter in debate ...
Hovering wings of terns Over the rock-pools flutter, For the tide, ebbed far out, Seems to stumble ...
Sleepy policemen waddle under streetlights.Broken beggars grumble when they sense people.On some corners powerful streetcars stutter.And plush cabs drop into ...
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
"OH, would we were further! Oh, would we were home, The phantoms of night tow'rd us hastily come, The band ...
A short direction To avoid dejection, By variations In occupations, And prolongation Of relaxation, And combinations Of recreations, And disputation ...
"Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither's postit tae me? It fair maks me hamesick," says Private McPhee. "And whit ...
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
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