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A dozen poems

For November 24, 2014

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A Little Ghost, by Mary Gilmore



The moonlight flutters from the sky
To meet her at the door,
A little ghost, whose steps have passed
Across the creaking floor.

And rustling vines that lightly tap

Complete Poem


Inner Voice, by Andrew Murray



Sometimes we just can't decide
Which path to choose, we need a guide,
Someone to tell us what to do,
A voice that all it says is true,
To guide us through our darkest nights

Complete Poem


The Homeland, by Dana Burnet



My land was the west land; my home was on the hill,
I never think of my land but it makes my heart to thrill;
I never smell the west wind that blows the golden skies,
But old desire is in my feet and dreams are in my eyes.

My home crowned the high land; it had a stately grace.

Complete Poem


Sun, by Henry Rowe



ANGEL, king of streaming morn;
Cherub, call'd by Heav'n to shine;
T' orient tread the waste forlorn;
Guide aetherial, pow'r divine;
Thou, Lord of all within!

Complete Poem


Elizabeth of Bohemia, by Sir Henry Wotton



YOU meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes
More by your number than your light,
You common people of the skies;
What are you when the moon shall rise?

Complete Poem


Reunited, by Gilbert Parker



WHEN you and I have play'd the little hour,
Have seen the tall subaltern Life to Death
Yield up his sword; and, smiling, draw the breath,
The first long breath of freedom; when the flower
Of Recompense hath flutter'd to our feet,

Complete Poem


The True Knight, by Stephen Hawes



FOR knighthood is not in the feats of warre,
As for to fight in quarrel right or wrong,
But in a cause which truth can not defarre:
He ought himself for to make sure and strong,
Justice to keep mixt with mercy among:

Complete Poem


The Buried Chief, by Sir Henry Parkes



(November 6th, 1886)

With speechless lips and solemn tread
They brought the Lawyer-Statesman home:
They laid him with the gather'd dead,
Where rich and poor like brothers come.

Complete Poem


Muy Vieja Mexicana, by Alice Corbin



I've seen her pass with eyes upon the road --
An old bent woman in a bronze-black shawl,
With skin as dried and wrinkled as a mummy's,
As brown as a cigar-box, and her voice
Like the low vibrant strings of a guitar.

Complete Poem


Sic Vita, by William Stanley Braithwaite



Heart free, hand free,
Blue above, brown under,
All the world to me
Is a place of wonder.
Sun shine, moon shine,

Complete Poem


What of the Night?, by Ada Cambridge



To you, who look below,
Where little candles glow --
Who listen in a narrow street,
Confused with noise of passing feet --

To you 'tis wild and dark;

Complete Poem


my best friend, by Victoria Olson



my constant,
the only one i can really count on
can never know how much i am let down,
this sinking heart is because of her,
and for the first time i can't run to her and tell her my pain.

Complete Poem

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