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A dozen poems

For October 23, 2014

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Mother, by Theresa Helburn



I have praised many loved ones in my song,
And yet I stand
Before her shrine, to whom all things belong,
With empty hand.

Perhaps the ripening future holds a time

Complete Poem


My Missing Yawn, by Izzy A. Tripper



Last night when I went to bed,
I'm quite sure I had a yawn,
But in the morning when I woke up
I found that it was gone.
That pesky critter just disappeared

Complete Poem


A Lynmouth Widow, by Amelia Josephine Burr



He was straight and strong, and his eyes were blue
As the summer meeting of sky and sea,
And the ruddy cliffs had a colder hue
Than flushed his cheek when he married me.

We passed the porch where the swallows breed,

Complete Poem


The Holy Tide, by Frederick Tennyson



THE days are sad, it is the Holy tide:
The Winter morn is short, the Night is long;
So let the lifeless Hours be glorified
With deathless thoughts and echo'd in sweet song:
And through the sunset of this purple cup

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


Departure, by Hermann Hagedorn



My true love from her pillow rose
And wandered down the summer lane.
She left her house to the wind's carouse,
And her chamber wide to the rain.

She did not stop to don her coat,

Complete Poem


I do not love Thee, by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton



I DO not love thee!--no! I do not love thee!
And yet when thou art absent I am sad;
And envy even the bright blue sky above thee,
Whose quiet stars may see thee and be glad.

I do not love thee!--yet, I know not why,

Complete Poem


Give All to Love, by Ralph Waldo Emerson



GIVE all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good fame,
Plans, credit, and the Muse--

Complete Poem


Fairy Song, by Winthrop Mackworth Praed



HE has conn'd the lesson now;
He has read the book of pain:
There are furrows on his brow;
I must make it smooth again.

Lo! I knock the spurs away;

Complete Poem


`Through Pleasant Paths', by James Lionel Michael



Through pleasant paths, through dainty ways,
Love leads my feet;
Where beauty shines with living rays,
Soft, gentle, sweet;
The placid heart at random strays,

Complete Poem


There's Rosemary, by Olive Tilford Dargan



O love that is not Love, but dear, so dear!
That is not love because it goes full soon,
Like flower born and dead within one moon,
And yet is love, for that it comes too near
The guarded fane where love alone may peer,

Complete Poem


Untitled Poem, by Anonymous



Words and thoughts, left unsaid,
Deeds and things, left undid.
We come and go, placing ourselves outside
The hearts and lives others. They try and try, but still we run and hide.

Why is it that we hold out on those who mean the most?

Complete Poem

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