Tickets to the game (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I asked my Dad about the War when I was very young, he said it happened a long, long time ...
I asked my Dad about the War when I was very young, he said it happened a long, long time ...
It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it won't be snow; well, one should guess the locals ...
I never said I would, I only said I could do what you wished, the subtle difference should have raised ...
Ronald Hi Khong Wong is gone, sadly he deceased the commencement of this week. It wasn't unexpected. He never contradicted ...
Ye flags of Piccadilly, Where I posted up and down, And wished myself so often Well away from you and ...
Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no No question was asked me--it could not be ...
There was a man with tongue of wood Who essayed to sing, And in truth it was lamentable. But there ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
I have a fairy by my side Which says I must not sleep, When once in pain I loudly cried ...
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The scene lacked for the manifestation characteristic of a scene. though the scene was promised a revealing ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The kaleidoscope stood befrilled with splendour; no messenger from on high did descend to hand it blessings, ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman So much obsessed with a piece of work devolved upon me and fed up with it, I ...
A man on his own in a car Is revenging himself on his wife; He open the throttle and bubbles ...
One year ago I wished that I A banker great might be With a hundred million dollars And financial majesty; ...
Listen, ladies, while I sing The ballad of John Henry King. John Henry was a bachelor, His age was thirty-three ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
Long ago I wished to leave " The house where I was born; " Long ago I used to grieve, ...
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
Indeed I live in the dark ages! A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens A hard heart. ...
To the cities I came in a time of disorder That was ruled by hunger. I sheltered with the people ...
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky, And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover, And heard ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
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