Wasted Energy (Joseph C Lincoln Poems)
South Pokus is religious,--that's the honest, livin' truth;South Pokus folks are pious,--man and woman, maid and youth;And they listen every ...
South Pokus is religious,--that's the honest, livin' truth;South Pokus folks are pious,--man and woman, maid and youth;And they listen every ...
Rap! rap!--Is that my lass-- Rap! rap!--is rapping there? It is Fortune. Let her pass! I'll not open the door to her. Rap! rap!-- All ...
OVER the steep cloud-cragsThe marching Day went down —Bickering spears and flags,Slant in a wind of Doom!Blear in the huddled ...
When in the Scorpion circles lowThe sun with fainter, dreamier light,And at a far-off hint of snowThe giddy swallows take ...
"East and by South, half South; steady there, steady.Down fore and mizen-top-gallant-sails. Yo! HaulThe lee-sheet taught. Yo, b'lay. All hands ...
Warm smelling rainIn small silver dropsColored birch and lindenAnd orchard all different.A dew flickers diamondsTrembling frail in the leaves.Sunbeams wound ...
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
I.THE great human whirlpool--'t is seething and seething: On! No time for shrieking out--scarcely for breathing: All toiling and moiling, ...
What well-heeled knuckle-head, straight from the unisex Hairstylist and bathed in Russian Leather, Dallies with you these late summer days, ...
Go down to Nineveh! said God to Jonah."Tell the people there to stop their wickedness.""But I don't want to go ...
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
Oh gallant was our galley from her caren steering-wheel To her figurehead of silver and her beak of hammered steel; ...
Taut, thick fingers punch the teeth of my typewriter. Three words are down on paper in capitals: SPRING SPRING SPRING... ...
i have lost touch over the years with the hot africa inside me illness and all - i spread to ...
(to fish for people) The Lord, speaking to them after his teaching, after their catch swamped their boats calling them ...
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Good people of high and low degree, I pray ye all to list to me, And I'll relate a terrible ...
I Ran to the forest for shelter, Breathless, half sobbing; I put my arms round a tree, Pillowed my head ...
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