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A dozen poems

For October 21, 2014

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Impromptu, On A Long-Nosed Friend, by Thomas Paine



Going along the other day,
Upon a certain plan;
I met a nose upon the way,
Behind it was a man.

I called unto the nose to stop,

Complete Poem


My Heart Is Like My Home, by Rachael Fernley



Age 13

My heart is like my home, broken yet loved.
I hold back the tears like a secret
they're kept hidden for a while, but soon released.
I stare at the mirror, so confused, since it reflects happiness and tranquility

Complete Poem


A Nocturne, by George Essex Evans



Like weary sea-birds spent with flight
And faltering,
The slow hours beat across the night
On leaden wing.
The wild bird knows where rest shall be

Complete Poem


Immortality, by John Liddell Kelly



At twenty-five I cast my horoscope,
And saw a future with all good things rife --
A firm assurance of eternal life
In worlds beyond, and in this world the hope
Of deathless fame. But now my sun doth slope

Complete Poem


Bacchus, by Frank Dempster Sherman



Listen to the tawny thief,
Hid beneath the waxen leaf,
Growling at his fairy host,
Bidding her with angry boast
Fill his cup with wine distilled

Complete Poem


A Birthday, by Christina Georgina Rossetti



My heart is like an apple-tree
MY heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell

Complete Poem


Ambition, by Aline Kilmer



Kenton and Deborah, Michael and Rose,
These are fine children as all the world knows,
But into my arms in my dreams every night
Come Peter and Christopher, Faith and Delight.

Kenton is tropical, Rose is pure white,

Complete Poem


Acceptance, by Willard Wattles



I cannot think nor reason,
I only know he came
With hands and feet of healing
And wild heart all aflame.

With eyes that dimmed and softened

Complete Poem


The Ballad of Keith of Ravelston, by Sydney Dobell



THE murmur of the mourning ghost
That keeps the shadowy kine,
'O Keith of Ravelston,
The sorrows of thy line!'

Ravelston, Ravelston,

Complete Poem


Leisure, by William Henry Davies



What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Complete Poem


A Child, by Mary Lamb



A CHILD 's a plaything for an hour;
Its pretty tricks we try
For that or for a longer space--
Then tire, and lay it by.

But I knew one that to itself

Complete Poem


Sorrowful Slumber, by Melyssa A. Harmon



Full moon bright shines down to light
My tired shoulders, another night
Of endless toss and constant turn
In dreams my sorrowful heart does burn.

Need, like fury, deep it creeps

Complete Poem

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