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A dozen poems

For November 22, 2014

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Old King Cole, by Edward Arlington Robinson



In Tilbury Town did Old King Cole
A wise old age anticipate,
Desiring, with his pipe and bowl,
No Khan's extravagant estate.
No crown annoyed his honest head,

Complete Poem


Let's Set Our Children Free, by Chris Webster



She took the picture from the wall as tears ran down her cheek,
Then showed the picture all around as she began to speak.
"I'm here to tell her story folks, I feel it should be told,
About this girl with eyes of brown and hair with streaks of gold."

"My one and only daughter, who at sixteen years of age,

Complete Poem


Night's Mardi Gras, by Edward J. Wheeler



Night is the true democracy. When day
Like some great monarch with his train has passed,
In regal pomp and splendor to the last,
The stars troop forth along the Milky Way,
A jostling crowd, in radiant disarray,

Complete Poem


The Reconcilement, by John Sheffield, Duke of Buckinghamshire



COME, let us now resolve at last
To live and love in quiet;
We'll tie the knot so very fast
That Time shall ne'er untie it.

The truest joys they seldom prove

Complete Poem


We'll go no more a-roving, by George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron



SO, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,

Complete Poem


Yellow Warblers, by Katharine Lee Bates



The first faint dawn was flushing up the skies
When, dreamland still bewildering mine eyes,
I looked out to the oak that, winter-long,
-- a winter wild with war and woe and wrong --
Beyond my casement had been void of song.

Complete Poem


Phillida and Coridon, by Nicholas Breton



IN the merry month of May,
In a morn by break of day,
Forth I walk'd by the wood-side
When as May was in his pride:
There I spied all alone

Complete Poem


Grey Rocks, and Greyer Sea, by Charles G. D. Roberts



Grey rocks, and greyer sea,
And surf along the shore --
And in my heart a name
My lips shall speak no more.

The high and lonely hills

Complete Poem


King Arthur's Waes-hael, by Robert Stephen Hawker



WAES-HAEL for knight and dame!
O merry be their dole!
Drink-hael! in Jesu's name
We fill the tawny bowl;
But cover down the curving crest,

Complete Poem


Song, by William Watson



APRIL, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!
April, that mine ears

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 Rose that Grew From Concrete, by Jasmine R. Ragland



A little crack in the concrete
Not too wide, not too deep
In it grew a tiny rose
A natural wonder, I suppose

A little space between the slate

Complete Poem

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